Lessons on the Road with these Hitchhiking Teens

Amber and I had been walking for what felt like an eternity. Cars drove past us with ease and their drivers would look out at the hitchhiking teens without slowing. The sun was hot shining down on her long exposed legs but I loved the way her sweet sweat glistened. Amber tried to wave down an older SUV with no luck and kicked some dirt into the air in frustration. She was wearing the shortest cut off jeans shorts I had ever seen with a white loose tank top that showed off her chest. I had to hold my dress down in the wind to be sure I didn’t flash any passing cars, but Amber jokes that it would help our case. She was never one to say no when her tight little body got her out of trouble.

Amber and I had been walking for what felt like an eternity. Cars drove past us with ease and their drivers would look out at the hitchhiking teens without slowing.  Amber tried to wave down an older SUV with no luck and kicked some dirt into the air in frustration. She was wearing the shortest cut off jeans shorts I had ever seen with a white loose tank top that showed off her chest. I had to hold my dress down in the wind to be sure I didn’t flash any passing cars, but Amber jokes that it would help our case. She was never one to say no when her tight little body got her out of trouble.

It pays to be pretty.

We walked for such a long time that the sun had begun to go down when a large eighteen wheeler blew its horn at us and slowed to a stop. I looked at Amber nervously biting my lip but she didn’t seem scared in the slightest. Instead, she ran straight at them with her arms over her head waving and cheering. I followed close behind as she climbed into the truck. The man driving was in his late forties and sat with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.   We introduced ourselves, however, I didn’t feel comfortable during the entire ride. He told us his name was John. I figured it was a cover and felt the red flags flying high. Amber didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

She was sitting in the middle with her legs on the dashboard and even took his hat to cover her eyes from oncoming headlights. It was dark by now but I knew I had no chance of sleeping with this stranger sitting so close. After Amber fell asleep we drove in silence for a long time before anyone said anything. John spoke first. He asked me how Amber and I had met. It was a quick story- two college girls who became best friends and hit the road. Silence. He asked about where we were from.  I told him about our small southern town. He seemed almost excited when I told him this. “How did you two hitchhiking teens get all the way to Colorado?” I shrugged it off and explained we just wanted to see the world.

Bad Vibes

He was making me more and more uncomfortable. I couldn’t believe what I saw at that moment. John’s hand was on Amber’s thigh- his fingers slipping under the fabric of her cutoffs ever so slightly.  She had passed out.   I felt sick. “So, John. Why don’t you tell me a bit more about your life? Where are you from anyway?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he stared ahead for a solid fifteen minutes.

“Have you ever tasted blood?” What? There is no way this man just asked me if I had tasted blood. I didn’t even know that was a fetish! I stared at him with my mouth open thinking of our next move. We were just two hitchhiking teens trying to get home. How was this happening? John didn’t turn to look at me. “There’s something about when a woman is on her period that drives men like me wild. We do bad things, Charlotte.” 

All of a sudden, I was frozen in fear.  I tugged at Amber to wake up. She finally opened her eyes and gave me a disapproving look before turning to look at John. He reached into the back and pulled out a small lunchbox and placed it in Amber’s lap.

The Panty Box

We sat for a moment before she eventually opened it. It smelled awful and as our vision focused in the dark we make out pairs of women’s panties that were stained with period blood. I gagged and Amber screamed, tossing the box to the floor. John slammed on the brakes and proceeded to pull her out of the car.  Afterward, he tied her hands and feet together with the rope he had stored under his seat.  Quickly, he tossed Amber into the back and climbed back in. He reached down and carefully folded a pink pair of bloodied panties before shoving them into Amber’s mouth.

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