Stan had on the wrong shoes. The wrong coat. No scarf. No gloves. And it was freezing out. And standing on the side of the highway in the slushy snow was getting old. Fast. But a girl had invited him to come down to Peoria to see her and he wasn't going to pass on the opportunity to "see" Lois.
He had met Lois at summer camp where they had both been camp junior supervisors, basically 18 year old babysitters for obnoxious kids whose parents didn't want them around all summer. Stan had gone from a nerdy outcast at school that year to summer camp where no one knew him or his past and an almost somebody, well, at least not a nobody. Lois was a year older and had laid claim to him early. It didn't take long before they exploring the delights of young lust and they had ended up spending the early part of the summer playing with each other.
Their fooling around had never made it very far but had gone tantalisingly further than Stan had ever managed with a girl before. They necked ferociously and Lois had let him paw at her body through their clothes though she never really pawed back. Stan was left frustrated and with more than one raging erection to deal with on his own.
Once Lois had pushed him to the ground before straddling him and dry humping him until she came. Well Stan thought she had cum. He had laid there watching as her chest rose and fell, fascinated by her nipples poking out like nothing he had ever seen before in his life. Her body had begun to shudder as she mewed lightly and squeezed his body between her thighs. Stan was pretty sure was cumming.
With her hands on his shoulders Lois had had Stan pinned to the ground while she enjoyed her moment. When she had recovered some she had cast a beguiling look down upon Stan before starting to worm her way up his body. Stan could just make out the crotch of her panty beneath the skirt she was wearing as she shuffled her way closer to his head. He had no idea what Lois was doing though he was absolutely enthralled by the sight of the girls thighs rising to the vee of her pantied crotch over his face. Just as Lois was lowering her crotch onto his face a nearby noise startled her. With a squeal of fright she rolled off Stan and was gone. Stan was left laying there disbelieving his luck before finally sneaking away to the toilets and another self inflicted orgasm.
The next morning it was announced that a couple of other junior counselors were leaving the camp and the rumor mill soon established that they had been caught fooling around the night before. Later that day it was announced that there would be strictly enforced curfews on all junior staff. Stan's summer with Lois had ended. When the camp disbanded at the end of summer Stan never expected to hear from Lois again. Then in early December she had called. Her parents had gone to the Caribbean on a two week cruise and he should come down and see her. Without thinking it over too much Stan had scrawled a note to his parents and headed for the interstate south to Peoria.
Now he was standing on the edge of that highway numb with cold and miserable trying to recall the moments spent with Lois to keep up his spirits. Stan was starting to despair that none of the cars speeding by would ever stop when a huge Continental slewed to a halt up the road. Slipping and sliding Stan ran in his soggy shoes to make sure he got this possible ride.
As Stan skidded to a stop the passenger window slid down and he lent into the welcoming warmth of the car. A large man was the lone occupant and he looked Stan over carefully before drawling, "Where you headed?"
"Peoria," he stammered hopefully.
"Hmmph," the man sounded disappointed, "well stop letting all the warm air out and get in then." He definitely didn't sound particularly pleased.
He slid the power window up as Stan opened the door and climbed in. Before he could buckle up the car was pulling out into traffic.
"You from around here boy?" the driver queried doubtfully.
Not realizing how cold he was Stan stammered, "Yes," through chattering teeth.
"Wouldn't know it by the way you've dressed for this weather," the driver chuckled derisively, adding, "kids," with a sad shake of his crew cut head.
Jake took another quick look at the long haired young man shivering on the passenger side of the front seat of his pride and joy. A 1975 Lincoln Continental that was navigating the worsening conditions of the road better than most.
"Snow tires," Jake muttered to himself with disgust. The young man gave him a questioning look and continued to shiver. "Snow tires son," Stan announced loudly to his captive audience, "not enough of these clowns put on snow tires!"
Stan looked perplexed but nodded in agreement. Jake drove on. Jake, Jake-the-snake, was a traveling salesman schlepping industrial cleaners across the expanse of the American Mid-West. Jake often broke with company policy and picked up hitch hikers. Company wouldn't give him a company car so fuck'em. Besides hitch hikers could sometimes turn out to be very entertaining. Very entertaining indeed.
Through the foggy car windows Jake had thought that the skinny long haired creature standing along side the road was a girl but instead of a girl it was this skinny long haired boy. Jake liked girls better but boys could sometimes surprise you. Stan eyed the young man thoughtfully musing, "What's your name boy?"
"Stan sir," Stan answered politely quickly slipping into the role of courteous child in the presence of his elder, just like he had been raised. Jake liked it. Stan on the other hand was very unsure of the older man driving the big car, he made Stan feel uneasy. The conversation didn't progress.
"I thought you were a girl," Jake blurted out of the blue several miles later. When Stan didn't comment Jake continued, "Yeah I thought I was picking up a girl."
