I called them the hippie chicks. One was the daughter of my next door neighbor, the other her BFF, who hung around the place all summer long. They were a year or so out of high school and I ignored them. Not only because I was twenty five years older than them but also because they looked about as bright as a small appliance bulb, their combined intellects, that is.
A slew of hippie boys and girls paraded through their house and hung out in their backyard and, as it happens, I love the smell of cannabis. Sweet, spicy, kind of alluring and mysterious. But I don't partake. Never liked it much. Just the smell.
The daughter of my neighbor was named Nan, but she called herself Raindrop. Her friend I only knew as Stardust. They were both pretty easy on the eye, but hard on the brain. Loose clothes, no bras, bare feet, bulbous butts, cute faces, bright smiles, and eternally stoned eyes. But they had the attention spans of gnats, talked in monosyllables and had a hard time completing full sentences.
Which meant nothing to me. We were on completely different life paths, maybe even universes. So when Bob told me he and Muriel were going away for the weekend I wished them good travels. He wouldn't have asked because I wouldn't have agreed to check up on those girls.
And when, early Saturday afternoon, I heard voices coming from their front yard it hardly registered and I kept working on my motorcycle. It was Raindrop and Stardust. And, when I happened to glance over there, they were dancing on their front lawn in their panties. And nothing else.
Well, of course, I wasn't going to complain. Firm, shapely, young breasts waving free in the afternoon breeze, okay, I'll watch. But it quickly became obvious the hippy chicks were high and very. And, by the standards of our society and letter of the law, currently indecent.
I sighed, and wondered what to do. They were doing the hippy swirling dance thing.
"Hey, Nan!" I called, "Can you take it inside?"
They didn't hear me, or it didn't register.
"Sweetie!" I yelled louder, "Hey! Why don't you dance your way inside?" I might as well have been on another planet. They were definitely not on the same plane of consciousness. They were tripping.
I walked around the hedge and up their driveway.
"Raindrop!" I called out, not three feet away.
She turned and looked at me. Her eyes, a dazzling azure blue when not high, were like two swimming pools, sort of liquid and glazed and floating around in her head.
"Mr. Dobro!" she squealed. Well, I have such a guitar but that's not my name. "Star, look who it is!"
Star is about as cute as nineteen year olds get, and especially so when dressed in only panties. They were flowered panties, of course. She came over and threw herself at me, completely hugging me and mashing those wonder titties against my chest.
"We're going to drive downtown to see the sun set on the ocean," she said, pronouncing the words very carefully as if she had to concentrate a lot to say them. "Do you want to come with us?"
We live on the east coast. The sun rises from the ocean.
"Hey, do you guys want to go swimming?" I asked, knowing I could never look Bob in the face if I let these young trippers get in a car.
They squealed. And we all skipped on colored clouds of fairy dust into my backyard, bouncing around like big happy balloons in a purple sky. Well they did, anyway.
I resigned myself to being a babysitter for the afternoon. Maybe evening. Perhaps much of the night. I got a beer from my fridge and stepped outside to watch Raindust and Stardrop splash around in the shallows, all a-twitter over the patterns of light the water made in the sun. Every once in awhile they would call out to me, but I don't think they could actually focus on me. I just raised my beer, smiled and they quickly lost whatever train of thought they were on.
It actually looked fun, frolicking naked in the pool, seeing the world through LSD soaked brains. I kinda wished they were about twenty years older.
After a bit they climbed out of the pool and sat with me at the patio table, in the shade. They had absolutely no modesty. Their soaked panties were see through, their breasts proud and upright, and I even considered shedding my own clothes just for the hell of it.
Instead I got them both beers, hoping the alcohol might counteract the acid somehow. When I returned they were both completely naked. Stardust was sitting with her feet up on the chair, legs spread wide open and she was toying with her labial lips.
"I think my clit is growing larger," she said, as if she was talking about toenails or something. "See?" She lifted the hood covering her little nubbin and shifted her vision to me.
"What?" I stammered, "Oh, honey, I don't think so."
"Look closer, Mr. D. See, it's definitely much bigger."
I just shrugged, "Well, I guess I never saw it before."
"Mine's getting bigger too!" Raindrop gasped, "It's, it's huge!"
"Please, Mr. D., look closer," Star pleaded, "You've seen'em before. It's bigger, isn't it?"
So, I leaned forward and I looked closer. She had a nicely trimmed tuft of pubes that matched her brunette hair, and the lips of her pussy were so delicate, so soft and delicious, I felt my mouth water. But I swear her clitoris looked bigger than normal.
