Well, now I was getting frustrated and horny, chasing after this seemingly innocent little country girl. But still, I made a date with her for the next night and we went for a drive out to Malibu. I stopped at a place called "Dead End Beach" where I knew we could be alone.
We walked down the access path to the beach which was deserted and then we walked a little further so the houses weren't too close. I kissed Gail and she kissed me back! For such a young girl she seemed to have a lot of experience kissing. Really got me turned on. Gail was wearing jeans and I knew it would be awkward to get them off on the beach so I contented myself with getting after her teenaged tits and enjoying her wonderful oral talent. This was the sixties and girls didn't just blow you like they seem to now. I assumed Gail would have been a wonderful cocksucker if you could ever convince her to do it. We made out there for a while and looked at the stars. Listened to the breakers. A beautiful night to be sure.
Eventually we made it back up to my wagon and headed down PCH. I stopped at Tony's liquor and got some Twinkies and a soda. Gail was shocked that I didn't buy any beer. Let me explain: This was California in 1969. Nobody drank back then. Oh, sure, there were juicers around but, among my crowd of pseudo hippies, nobody drank. So we munched out and rolled down to Tuna Canyon road. I knew Tuna would be deserted this time of night and there was a place you could pull off the narrow winding road to park. We cruised slowly up the canyon until we finally reached the turnout. I convinced Gail to get in the back with me and we opened the tailgate so we could look out at the view. It was gorgeous!
Now it was back to work trying to get into Gail's pants. She kept saying "No, please, no!" but she didn't try too hard to stop me. believe it or not, I finally managed to get her jeans undone and I pulled them, along with her panties down and off. Gail was now very quiet as I settled between her legs, her tight little teenaged pussy right in front of me! I kissed her tenderly on her thighs and licked closer and closer to her little pink pussy which was barely visible in the moonlight. Then, I kissed Gail's bare pussy! Kissed it and licked it and hoped like hell that she would melt into a ball of pure desire right there in front of me. I was waiting for her to say "Oh Jeff! Kiss my little pussy! Oh, get your tongue right up in there! Here, I'll hold my pussy lips open for you!"
Instead she warned me that she saw headlights apparently heading up the canyon. And, goddam it, she was right. Problem is, with all the privacy of this spot, if a car comes up the canyon, their headlights will literally shine right on us in the back of my Chevy as they pass. I ignored her and continued to lick her pussy but she was getting more and more vocal about the approaching vehicle.
I had to admit this could be a problem, so I reluctantly allowed Gail to put her panties and jeans back on. We were just cuddling in the back when the car came around the curve and the lights shined right upon us. We were momentarily blinded by the light and then we heard an amplified voice ordering us to "Get out of the car!" It was the CHP. Oh, wonderful. The cop is all asking for our I.D.s and wondering if Gail's mother knows that she goes out with 22 year old men. Naturally she starts smarting off to the cop unaware that in Los Angeles, the police are really not your friend. I finally ask the officer, very nicely, if we can please just get in the car and head home. After a brief search of the car, he let us go.
I tried to give Gail a very brief explanation of the reality of life in the big city and how to behave when stopped by the police and wasn't surprised to find out that, in St. Charles, "Old Wayne" was the town cop and everyone knew him, and his wife June, and his kids...you get the picture.
We end up back at Gail's house and we snuck back into the old VW for some more action before I headed home. It was too cramped for any repeat of what had taken place out in Tuna Canyon but I managed to get Gail's bra off and was sucking on her nipples while trying to get my hand down her pants. Once again, she seemed to be going for it and then stopped me, repeating her decision "Not to be stupid like she was back home."
I couldn't help but ask again about this business because, after all, all she did was give out a few hand jobs. It's not like she actually fucked a bunch of guys back in Minnesota, right? There had to be more to the story.