The Hitchhiker, Part 3

by Thom

I got my daughter settled in her dorm room the best I could. She needed me to get her a few things. She wanted me gone as soon as possible. She had already made a bunch of friends during the orientation and they were traveling in packs, all of them trying to lose their parents. I didn't hear from Jenny for those few days. I had booked a flight the end of the week after Labor Day, thought I would take in the southern California sunshine and good vibes. See the other ocean for a change.

I wanted to head up the coastal highway mid-morning, planning to hang out at Big Sur, have dinner at a restaurant I know there, get completely tanked on their wonderful wine selection and crash at the inn for the night. I had barely gotten out of Pasadena, just on I 210 when my cell phone rang. I imagined it to be my daughter when I answered without looking at the number.

“Hi sweetie, what's happening?”

“Oh, Sara, are you still in California?” cried a tearful Jenny on the other end of the line.

My heart missed two full beats as it rushed into my throat. I gasped for air and tried to reconnoiter the next exit or a pull over of some kind. I knew I wouldn't be able to drive safely and have this conversation.

“Yes, dear, where are you?”

“At the mall in Pasadena, can you come for me?”

“You bet. I'm out on 210 but I'll spin around as soon as I can and be back there within the hour. Are you okay, what's happening?”

“I will tell you when you get here but I will be okay when I'm with you.”

“Where are you at the mall?”

“At the court yard in the center. I'll be waiting for you there.”

I changed directions at the next exit and headed back to Pasadena. I hadn't relinquished my room at the Hilton; planning on returning the next night, so I let the valet park the car and walked the two blocks to the mall.

I spotted her as soon as I rounded the corner into the open court yard. She was dressed pretty much as she had been weeks ago when I stopped for her in Rhode Island on that foggy, August morning. Halter top, denim shorts. The sneakers had been replaced with flip-flops. She was wearing sunglasses, sipping on a bottle of water.

And as before, she was standing with her luggage. I went from a rapid walk to a run as she spotted me and started in my direction leaving her stuff behind.

Jenny came crashing into my arms; pushing her body up against mine at all of the places she could with us both standing in a public place. She was crying, tears were running out from under her glasses. I kissed her on the mouth but quickly released it. I didn't want this scene to seem out of the ordinary, even though it's hard to do anything that is deemed too outrages in that part of the country.

“Can I go with you, I mean back home with you? Will you like adopt me or something? I can't be with my father. My mother doesn't really want me. I'm the reason she left in the first place, as it turns out. She can't deal with kids. She thinks maybe when I'm older…”

Jenny broke down again in sobs and pushed her face into my shoulder and held me tight. I felt her knees buckle and I grabbed her under her arms and supported her.

“I was just going for a drive up the coast and to spend the night by the ocean. Let's grab your things and you can tell me all about it on the way.”

We carried her stuff back to the hotel and retrieved the car. By mid morning we were on the road again and headed up the coast. On the way Jenny told me how her mother had seemed to try to accommodate her being there but in the end she was just miserable to Jenny. It was her mother's husband though that finally had a heart to heart with Jenny and they concluded that it wasn't going to work out.

In order not to be completely transparent and let her simply run away with me as I wanted so desperately to do, I explored all of the possibilities that we could think of that would leave her being taken care of by a family member. Finally, she asked me the inevitable question.

“Don't you want me to be with you?”

“More than anything Jenny,” I was forced to admit. “It's like this. I'm afraid that if we end up together, as it certainly appears that we might, our relationship will make you miss out on things that someone your age should be experiencing as you grow up. I'm worried that it won't be…, well typical for sure.”

“Can I worry about that for myself and in the meantime you take care of me and we can be together, please?” she said, consistently having the clearest thinking of the two of us when we got ourselves emotionally charged over something. I blamed my advanced age as the crux of the problem.

“Yes, of course you can and yes of course I'll take care of you. And maybe I can adopt you but that might be trickier than it seems, even if your parents don't want you. We'll have to think a bit on that.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you,” and she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek while I tried to maintain control of the moving car.

“I love you too.”

By the time we made it to Big Sur, Jenny had calmed down considerably and I was resolved to taking her home with me. We checked into the Inn and located our room. Once inside we spent the next couple of hours making up for the week or so of time we had been apart.

We stood facing each other and undressed ourselves, a little at a time trying to stay in synch. It was luscious seeing her body slowly exposed and I was thoroughly enjoying exposing mine to her. Delaying our physical contact was heightening my desire. When we were naked, we walked toward each other and embraced. When our bodies touched, an electrical current went from her skin to my sex.

I took her hand and led her over to the bed. We lay down together and caressed each other, breasts, asses, thighs, cunts. Our loving had matured from the frenzy of just a few weeks ago, despite having been apart. I didn't realize how very much I had missed her though until that moment when we were back together. My heart was beginning to heal, being with her.

I put a couple of pillows under my head and motioned for her to straddle my face. She settled in and I tongued her slit from bottom to top, holding back on a direct assault for just a bit to tease her anticipation. When I finally devoured her sweet spot, I lubricated a finger from my own ample juices and worked it into her rose bud. My other hand was rubbing a circle at the top of my labia in synch with my tongue and ass fucking finger.

My little girl screamed out as her body shuddered. She was able to gasp out that I shouldn't stop just yet and shortly another wave seemed to begin at her toes and work its way up. This one put me over as well and we alternated orgasms for the next few minutes.

We just held each other for what must have been an hour or so after that. She fit so well in my arms, next to me. We communicated through our touching skin and liked to have as much of it in contact as possible. We were quiet, just soaking up our being together.

We had a walk on the shore that afternoon and a leisurely dinner. I refrained from getting as soused as I had intended because I was looking forward to more loving from my young sweetie afterward. We returned to Pasadena the next morning. I rebooked my flight for the following day and added another seat.

I couldn't see past the next few days, getting the two of us back to Maine and getting Jenny settled in my home, our home. I would have to enroll her in school. The longer term would just have to work itself out though I knew I wanted to give her every opportunity to create an independent life. Our age differences made that imperative.