Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One) (9 page)

“Miami you dumb ass, where do you think I am going?” she blurts out.

Well this time with a very confused and hurt expression on my face, I look at her with my favorite sad puppy dog expression.

“I’m sorry if I scarred you back there but as I came around the bend, I wasn’t expecting to see anyone on the road and I guess I over reacted. I hope you are willing to forgive me because it could end up being a real long trip if you stayed mad at me for the next one hundred fifty miles.” She giggled and a moment or two passed before she looked up at me with a warm schoolgirl smile.

“I am not still mad at you, it’s just that the sun was starting to move towards the west and I was afraid that if I didn’t get a ride soon. I would be stuck out here on the highway all night by myself. So what do you say if I forget that you tried to run me over with this fine specimen of a car? And you forget that I wanted to cut your balls off and feed them to the sharks for scarring the hell out of me.”

Well at that moment, the thought of her caressing my balls in her warm soft hands seemed very enticing. So I sat there driving and daydreaming of the experience until I felt a sharp jab in my arm, as her fist recoiled for a second punch. I heard her screaming at me to stop the car. So once again, for the second time in one day I found myself slamming on the brakes of my car and skidding sideways down US1. Only this time, I am the one who is pissed off and it showed all over my face as my car came to a screeching to a halt. The thought of landing sideways and almost completely blocking both lanes of traffic on US1 infuriated me so much that I yelled at her to get the hell out of my car. I was so damn mad that my hands were shaking. I griped the steering wheel with one hand and pointed towards the door with my other hand just waiting for her to open her big mouth and say something smart-ass to me. Boy was I ready to let her have it. All she had to do was utter one little word and I would be ready for her.

I waited for what seemed like eternity and still she did not speak a word. Without any warning at all, she started bawling like a little girl who had just lost her best friend. Oh god, this is all I need, how the hell do I end up being the bad guy, when she almost caused us to have a wreak. I swear, I will never pick up another hitchhiker again, no matter how long her legs are. I decided to soften my tone with my unknown hitchhiker, hoping that a different approach would stop the flood of tears my little redheaded goddess pouring upon my plush leather seats.

“What on earth was that all about? One minute we were driving along and I am thinking about you forgiving me for scarring you. The next thing I know, you beating on me with your fist and yelling for me to stop the car. Damn woman you confuse the hell out of me.” She looked up at me and told me in a very meek fashion that she had been watching the expression on my face as I gazed over at her sitting with her legs drawn up to her chest. She knew at that moment the only thing I had on my mind was how soon I could get her in the back seat of my car. And all she could think of was how he doesn’t even know my name and he is already trying to get in my pants.

“Whose fault is that, if you were not so busy getting mad at me, and beating on my arm, you might have found the time to tell me your name. Besides what the hell is wrong with me wanting to get into your pants, after all, I am a man and you are a very attractive girl?” I looked at her with a stern expression on my face, trying to hold back my desire to smile.

“Why is it so wrong for me to be fantasizing about getting in your pants anyway don’t you like guys?” She looks at me with a surprise look on her face.

“Of course I like guys and by the way, if you would have given me a chance to tell you, my name is Strawberry.” She stated with conviction. I thought it was cute the way she crossed her arms as if she was waiting for a rebuttal. The pout was priceless and went perfect with her spoiled little brat attitude. Damn I wish I had picture. Without thinking twice about what I was doing, I stanched up my I-phone and took a picture of my redheaded goddess.

“What the hell are you doing?”
Strawberry snapped at me.

“Just capturing the perfect Kodak moment.” She couldn’t help smiling as she snapped at me
again.

“Oh, you are just a barrel of laughs aren’t you? Now if you don’t mind, would you tell me your name?”

“Well my name isn’t as cute as yours Strawberry, but my friends call me Chris. So now that we have been properly introduced what do you say to hopping in the back seat and getting to know each other a little better?” I looked at Strawberry and defended myself.

“After all you’re the one who brought up the subject; I didn’t say a word about throwing you in the back seat of my car and ripping the clothes off your body.”

“Ok, you have made your point Chris, what do you say we start over again.” She looked at me rather shyly and spoke with a hint of flirtation.

“Hell we have not even left Big Pine Key and we have already had two fights.”

Well making up sounded like a good idea, so I told my red headed goddess that as long as she promised not to hit me anymore that I was willing to start over as if nothing had happened between us. Besides, in order for us to have a lover’s quarrel shouldn’t we be lovers first. So I started the car for the second time that afternoon and as the car began to roll forward, I felt the thump of a flat front tire. Well the last thing I wanted to do was ruin a five hundred dollar rim. So I pulled off the road and onto the shoulder so I could change the tire. As I got out of the car and headed towards the trunk, I could hear Strawberry asking me what was I doing. I looked back towards her and told her that we had a flat tire and for her to sit tight while I changed the tire. As I opened the trunk to pull out the spare, I saw the cooler and remembered that I had some cold beer on ice. So I hollered back to her and asked if she wanted a wine cooler or a cold Budweiser, she replied without thinking twice about what she was going to say.

“What are you thinking Chris? That I will behave better if I were drunk?”
What am I thinking, hell I’m not thinking at all, I don’t even know if she is old enough to drink.  I of course had not really thought of an alternative motive, mainly because my mind was on getting this damn tire changed and back on the road before nightfall. I pulled the spare tire from my trunk just as Strawberry came prancing back to me to get herself a cold wine cooler. I rolled the tire up to the front of the car and decided to take my shirt off so I wouldn’t get it dirty while I was changing the tire. As I leaned over to tug on the tire wrench and take the lugs off the rim, I could feel the sweat drip off my chest and onto the ground below me.

“Nice ass.” She hollered followed by a s
exy catcall.  I looked behind me and Strawberry was standing behind me licking her lips.

“What did you say Strawberry?
How old are you anyway? Are you old enough to drink or am I going to have the cops haul my butt to jail for giving you a wine cooler?”

“Nothing Chris, I was just admiring the view.”
She ignored my question, she must be old enough, and she certainly isn’t acting like it is her first drink.   Damn it was hot and all I could think about was how nice it would be if I could just make it up to Grassy Key and go swimming in that cool Summer Ocean. Hell, I don’t even know what I am doing here, stuck on the side of the road changing a damn tire.

Suddenly without warning I could feel my back spasm as my cute little hitch-hiker caressed my back with an ice cold Budweiser. I could feel the chill run down my spine as she giggled with laughter over what she thought was harmless foreplay. Without thinking twice about what I was about to do, I turned around and snatched her up into my arms. Now the ice cold bottle of Budweiser was snuggled tightly between her chest and mine, I look down at her warm but surprised smile and asked her what was she going to do now. I could feel her firm young breast pressing hard up against my chest with each breath she took. The faint aroma of her perfume, mix with the musky scent of my own cologne was intoxicating and at that moment, I could only think of her. As I slowly let go of her and she slide down from my grasp her lips faintly brushed against my chest sending shock waves through my body. A muffled moan escaped her lips, as she tasted the salty moisture on my chest. The sound of her groaning was more than I could handle. I knew that we should stop playing this little cat and mouse game and get back to our trip. As I turned around to finish changing the tire, little Miss Strawberry decided to do a little bit of taunting and teasing.

“What is wrong Chris, couldn’t you handle a little body contact? I was just starting to enjoy it when you let me go.”

“You know what Strawberry, you really shouldn’t tease a grown
man with sexual innuendoes, besides you might give me the wrong idea.” 

After all, I didn’t know anything about this beautiful little redhead sitting next to me in my car. And I wasn’t going to find out anything changing a tire on the side of the road. I couldn’t help wondering who she was, and why was she out here by herself hitchhiking. Where did she come from and where was she going? Didn’t she know that she was too adorable to be out here all by herself? If I as her father I would be having a fit if I knew that she was out here hitchhiking. Didn’t she realize that some pervert could have come along instead of me? Not to say that some pretty perverted things were not going through my head right now. Like those long legs of hers
were killing me. If she bent over one more time, I think that it would take more than a cold shower to cool me off. Didn’t she know that you couldn’t tease a man like that? All these questions were running though my head and if I was going to continue with our journey, then I had a right to know who she was. I turned to her and asked her what was she doing hitchhiking on US1 and where was she going? And what would her parents think of her getting into a car with a strange man?

“By the way, how did you end up with a name like Strawberry?” She looks at me rather confused
.

“What is wrong with my name? And by the way, if you don’t like my name, you can go to hell.” Catching me completely off guard once again, I gave her a puzzled look.

“Of course I like your name; as a matter of fact I love your name. I was just wondering if your parents named you Strawberry because of your beautiful curly red hair or was it because of the cute little freckles on your rosy red cheeks.” I blurted in my own defense. They certainly didn’t name you Strawberry because you are so damn sweet.  She smiled and turned away to hide the fact that she was blushing from ear to ear and couldn’t hide how rosy her cheeks really became when she was flustered with embarrassment .

I decided to let her off the hook and change the subject so I asked my little Strawberry, what is in Miami that is so important that you are willing to hitchhike a hundred
and fifty miles?

“My dad lives in Miami and I have not seen him in ten years. So I woke up this morning, packed my backpack and here I am, in your car heading north to god knows where. Hoping that I pick the right person to go
with on my adventure.” She looks at me square in the eyes with a concerned look on her face and takes a sip of her wine cooler.

“Chris did I pick the right person to hitch a ride with? Or, did I just end up with a person who only wants to get in my pants and doesn’t care anything about me?”
She takes another sip of her drink while she is waiting for an answer. I have to admit, the thought of getting in her pants was at the top of my list.

“Tell me Chris, what type of person are you
and why do have cooler of beer and wine in your trunk?” I really didn’t feel that her question merited an answer considering that she was enjoying the wine cooler that I had in my trunk. As I glanced over at her, she stretched her long legs and rested her bare feet upon my dashboard, at that moment I couldn’t answer her question, after all, I found her to be very sexy and I longed to hold her in my arms once again.

Do I dare tell her how I feel?
Hell I cannot even look her in the eyes without getting a lump in my throat and my pants, so how am I ever going to tell her that I can’t even get the thought of her out of my mind. I tried to change the subject by asking her if she grew up in Key West. I was surprised that I had never seen her at school, after all Key West High was the only high school on the island, and since I played varsity football, most of the students knew me. Strawberry looked at me a little on the sly side and stated yes, she had gone to high school in Key West and yes, she knew that I was a linebacker on the team, she also admitted to having a crush on me, when she was a freshman in high school. She said that I always seemed to be more interested in my car and of course, football than girls and I just never seemed to give her or any other girl for that matter the time of day.

I look at her with a sad look on my face and told her that I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings because if I would have known such a pretty little redhead was interested in me I certainly would have asked her out on a date. She seemed a little confused by my admission of finding her attractive and asked me if I really would have asked her out on a date. I looked at her straight in her beautiful eyes.

“Are you kidding me, the guys I hang out with would be green with envy if they saw me walk into a club with you hanging on my arm.”

At that moment I realized that I had not even asked her how old she was, so instead of being obvious I simple asked her where did she like to go dancing. She did not answer me right away so I asked again if she ever went out drinking and dancing. She looked at me, said that she lived with her grandparents and her grandfather who was the local sheriff was a little old fashion about dating, he insisted on meeting any boy who wanted to take her out on a date.