On The Road: Toledo Threesome (Part Three in the "On The Road" Series)
This is the third installment of my "On the Road" series. The first is called "Heading East Head." The second is called "The Road to Schenectady."
I had been living and working in Schenectady for less than a year. It was fun. I'd made a lot of friends, some I will write about here. But I felt the need to move on. A high school friend was a sophomore at Northwestern, and he had been encouraging me to come and visit. Spring was in the air, and I wanted to be free.
I had met a guy on the road to Schenectady and we had been enjoying each other's company for the last seven months. His mother lived near Albany. He offered to take me down to route 90 so I could start my journey west to Chicago.
Soon I was standing about 50 feet up from the onramp to the interstate. Within less than a half hour a decade-old Buick Electra 225 pulled up beside me. Behind the big hard plastic steering wheel sat a guy who looked to be in his mid-40's. He seemed normal enough and he wasβhe drove me all the way to Cleveland. For those of you keeping score, that's about 475 miles. He picked me up around 9 a.m. We stopped briefly for gas and I was standing on the side of the road at an exit near Cleveland by around 5 p.m.
I knew I had a couple of hours of sunlight left, so I stuck my thumb out and within another 20 or 30 minutes I was sitting in another car heading west. This ride was not as good as the first. It was an older couple going to Sandusky and they let me off about an hour west of where they picked me up. Still, I was making westward progress at a pretty good clip.
I had my thumb out for less than five minutes when a black Pontiac Firebird pulled over about 15 feet in front of me. I ran up and looked in the window. The driver, a young guy about my age, leaned across the passenger and asked me where I was going. "Chicago," I said. "Well, we're not going that far but if you want to ride with us for about an hour to Toledo, hop in," he replied.
The passenger got out and pulled the seat forward for me to get in the back. She was about 5'5" tall and looked like she weighed about 110 pounds. She had dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was cute. Real cute. And had lips were built for head. I got a quick chance to look at her body. She had on a tee shirt and clearly was not wearing a bra. Her tits were like two nice-sized tomatoes. She was wearing blue jeans and though I couldn't see her ass, I could just tell her pants were hugging a nice backside.
I stared for a second too long and she laughed. "Sorry," I mumbled, and crawled into the backseat.
We talked for a little bit. They had been to Cleveland and were heading back to Toledo. They didn't usually pick up hitchhikers, he told me, but they both thought I looked cute and harmless.
"Both thought I looked cute," I thought to myself, and then just passed it off as unintended.
His name was Seth. She was Val. They were both in their early twenties, like me. They had been dating since high school, they told me. I got a good look at Seth from my seat in the back. He was good looking with pale skin and blonde hair. He looked to be about my height and weight. He told me that he worked for an autobody shop and had restored the '69 Firebird that we were riding in. "Very nicely done," I told him.
The hour went quickly and soon we were at the outskirts of Toledo. Seth asked me if I wanted him to drop me off on the highway. "No," I said, "it's going to be dark soon. Can you just drop me at the first hotel or motel you see," I asked.
So, we got off the highway and I could hear them talking in the front, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Pretty soon Val turned around in her seat and said, "My parents are out of town for the weekend, and we have the house to ourselves. You're welcome to come back there with us if you like," she said.
It took me less than a second to respond: "that sounds great," I said.
So, after stopping to order and pick up a pizza we were soon at Val's house. It was a freshly painted raised ranch sitting at the far side of the circle at the end of a cul-de-sac.
We parked in the driveway and went to her front door. We walked in and went down the four steps to a family room that took up the whole left side of the house, from front to back. It had a brick fireplace on the left wall and couches and chairs were arranged for optimal viewing of the console TV that was tucked into the corner where the left wall met the front wall of the house.
Val turned on some lights and got some TV trays. She turned the TV on to some local station for background noise and we all tucked into the pizza.