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Tales from Snippettsville
, Short Stories From A Small Town.
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Contents of Issue 6
Lisa Hitchhikes
by PierceStreet
Running
by jon.hayworth
In Flagrante
by gauchecritic
Graduation - Sian and Hannah
by perdita
Illustrations
Header Picture, (c)Blacksnake, 2003
Footer Picture, (c)Alex de Kok, 2003
Now read on...
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Lisa Hitchhikes
by
PierceStreet
Bill Davis thought this would be another boring drive back to college. He was taking a cutoff from the interstate to pick up a state road. His headlights caught the image of a late teen woman walking along. This was the middle of nowhere and late, and she obviously didn't belong out here. He braked and backed up to her.
"Are you OK?" She took a moment to answer, assessing him, and the danger. She stood a few feet from the car, prudently he thought.
"Yeah. Just a date gone bad. I'm walking home."
"How far is home?"
"About 10 miles down this road."
"I'm going that far, farther still. Do you want a ride? My name is Bill."
"Hi Bill, I'm Lisa. Yeah, I could use a ride." She opened the door and hiked herself up into his SUV, actually his Dad's old SUV.
After riding silently for a while, Bill had to ask, "Lisa, you said a date gone bad, and you were willing to walk 10 miles. How bad was it? I mean, do you want me to drop you off at the police station or something."
"That's sweet Bill. No I wasn't raped. It's just this guy I was out with actually used the line, 'Put out or walk home.' At first, I thought he was kidding. I mean how Neanderthal. But he was serious so I took the walk option."
Bill relaxed, and out of the corner of his eye, checked her out. She was a tall girl, about 5'9", trim waist. She had on a thin skirt that was rather long, below her knees. Lisa was getting comfortable too. She slipped off her leather jacket. Underneath, a white blouse barely contained large, full breasts threatening to burst the buttons. She was dressed to attract.
She liked what she saw out of the corner of her eye too. "Maybe tonight wasn't a total washout", she thought. "Time to give him a hint."
"The ironic thing is Bill, he was demanding what in five minutes or so, I'd have offered."
That admission floored him, so he said nothing.
"Want to take a few moments and see some local beauty?" Lisa asked as they neared town. She directed him to turn off and drive down Green Lake road to an overlook. A full moon hung over the lake.
"This is beautiful."
"This isn't the local beauty I meant" He looked over at her. She'd unbuttoned her blouse. On nights she anticipated sex, Lisa went without underwear. He had that stunned look on his face she loved when guys realized she was theirs for the taking.
He pulled her close to her and kissed her, his hands found her magnificent breasts. Her hands worked his belt open. She broke the kiss, and began giving him head.
"You're fabulous at that."
"Learned it right here." She returned to his cock and kept at it until he came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, a matter of pride to her.
They moved to the cargo area in back. Playfully, she hiked her skirt up and flashed him her pussy. "See anything you want?"
Bill astonished her by grabbing her hips to hold her and lowered his mouth to her. He too was a consummate at what he did and soon had her squirming around the back of the SUV.
"Bill, I need you to give it to me now," she demanded soon. "Bill, do me, fuck me," she gasped.
Afterwards, "Aren't you glad my Dad expects his kids to repay every favor? We're proud people around here. Horny too."
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Running
by
jon.hayworth
A week passed by and became two weeks. I only used the room I rented from Hannah to write in – night times Hannah wanted to make whoopee. Hannah turned out to be an insomniac with a libido as big as Texas, and I was unable to keep up.
At first I tried to be diplomatic, saying things like, "you can have too much of a good thing," or, "waiting makes it even more exciting," but Hannah McGuire choose to ignore my comments.
When I walked into the store for a package of cigarettes Ethel Carr saw my eyes were damn near falling shut. "How are you today? Looking kinda peaky to me," she called, "Jack this writer fella from England is looking all done in."
Jack came out of the stock-room looked over and grinned, him knowing I was a writer and him aspiring to be a writer gave us a common bond in his eyes. "Looks like Hannah's been making too many demands."
"Jack!" Ethel said sharply looking around to see if there was anyone in earshot, "she always was one for the men – demanding more than any man has, if you know what I mean."
Both Jack and I bristled at this assault on our masculinity, an unspoken alliance against the aggressive female sex was instantly formed.
"Jack, I'll tell you what I do need, some place quiet where I can do some writing. I'm falling behind on my deadlines," I added giving Jack a one writer to another writer look.
"There's the cabin up above Green Lake, but it's kinda isolated. No running water and no electricity, we hardly use it."
"Can I ride the bike up there?"
"The trail's rough but my truck gets up there."
"I'll take it."