This is a factual account of my first experience with a guy. I still get a smile thinking about it.
It was the early 80's and I was in college, about an hour away from the home I grew up in. I needed to get home one Saturday and had no car. I could usually take the bus but I didn't want to wait the 6 hours for the next scheduled ride. So instead I walked a mile out to the entrance ramp to the expressway and stuck out my thumb. I had hitchhiked a few times before but with no interesting stories to tell. It didn't take long before a big Cadillac, the two door version, as big as a boat, pulled over and I hopped in.
The guy (I never got his name) and I started to make small talk as we rolled down the highway. He was probably in his mid-40's and a bit pudgy. At one point I remember noticing his hand was on the seat between us. A minute or two later I caught out of my peripheral vision his hand moving closer to my side of the car. I had an instant realization of where this was leading.
I few moments later I felt his finger nudge up against my thigh. Very softly, as if it were inadvertent (it clearly wasn't). I had a strange mix of excitement and fear. Although I had many sexual fantasies about both women and men, I had never been with a guy before.