Beautiful Thumbs

I hooked back up with the animation festival and got back to touring around the country. Beer and kisses were sought in every town. Beer was more easily found.

My old friend Darcy, who'd given up some kissin' and cuddling in SF, prefered the Spaniard over me in San Diego. I was stood up twice by an art student in Chicago. In Riverside I had my second ever one night stand.

Homes and I were getting on the freeway when we noticed to cute girls hitchhiking. This sort of thing only happens in movie. Watching for the hidden cameras we pulled over and they climbed into our rental car.

"Where are you headed?" one of us asked.

"We were going to go back to El Cerrito, but we don't have to be there anytime soon." the lanky girl with the straight, dishwater blonde hair answered. I was really starting to think that I was dreaming at this point.

So, the girls went with us to flyer a bit, with breaks for pot smoking, making out and at the end of the day back to our hotel for beer and listening to music.

"Hey, before I crack open this bottle, am I driving you guys anywhere tonight, or... do you want sleep here?" I asked, as nonchalantly as possible.

"Would you guys mind if we crashed here?" my lanky hitchhiking friend asked. Oh bless her soul.
"No. That would be great. We'll get you where you need to be in the morning."

So, we drank some beer and eventually paired off into the two twin beds. I was a little self concious about Homes being in the same room, just a few feet away, but after a good hour of kissing and petting in the dark I grabbed a condom from where it was keeping the Gideon's Bible company in the nightstand drawer.

She was not the most responsive lover, but given our lack of privacy that suited me fine. She held onto me tight and her mouth was next to my ear, breathing and giving off soft moans. Afterwards I asked her if she'd take a shower with me, and she was too shy to do so. She definitely prefered the dark, and got dressed again right away. I didn't take it personally, as she was all over me with kisses once she had herself covered. I fell asleep with her head on my chest.
In the morning we grabbed breakfast and dropped the two friends off in an El Cerrito subburb.

"Dude, you didn't fuck that chick did you?" Homes asked, as soon as we had the car to ourselves.

"What? Why?" Did he know something I didn't know?

"She was hella young."

The girl was younger than me, but she wasn't that young. "No way. She was 19 at least."

"No, try 16."

"She bought her own cigarettes. You have to be 18 to buy cigarettes."

"Okay. Believe what you want."

This upset me, enough so that I couldn't bring myself to ask Homes just how young he figured she was. I'd been giving endless grief one of our co-workers who was in his thirties and constantly pursuing teenage girls. I decided to be more careful in the future, just in case Homes was right and I rationalized that I had at least been a considerate and safe lover even if I was a creepy pedophile.

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