1. The Lighthouse


    Date: 3/8/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I slammed on the brakes and threw my truck into reverse, drove backwards about a hundred feet and quick rolled down the passenger window. "Hey!" I yelled over the roar of the storm. "You alright?" I'd barely even recognized the figure by the side of the road as a human; it was crouched on the ground, completely covered in a big oilskin raincoat. In the gathering darkness, it looked like a rock, or maybe even a discarded bag of garbage. I'd just noticed a hint of the glimmer of the oil skin reflecting my headlights and only after I'd driven past did it dawn on me what exactly it was. The person's head lifted and a pair of dark eyes peered up at me. "You alright?" I shouted again. The mouth moved, but I didn't hear a thing. The wind was really starting to kick up, promising to blow into an October blizzard, hitting us hard and hitting us early. I reached over and swung open the passenger door. "Get in!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. The figure slowly rose, tightening the oilskin coat, and walked to my truck, swaying against the wind, and climbed in. With the door closed, the person finally pulled off the hood of the oilskin. To say I was shocked would be a bit of an overstatement, but surprised, for sure. Revealed from underneath the big hood of that big oilskin coat was the little face of a girl, soft and pale and delicate, with long straight tangles of dripping wet hair falling around it. It took me a moment to gather my wits and think of what to say to her. "What are ...
    you doing out in a storm like this?" She glared at me with menacing dark eyes. No answer. OK, obviously the wrong question. No doubt she has her reasons, who am I to pry? "What's your name?" She glared some more. "Look, keep your secrets, OK? But ya gotta tell me your name. I'm Bryan," I said. "Bryan Grossman." She glared at me for a little while longer. As my eyes adjusted to the dim illumination of the dashboard lights I could start making out a few details; she looked to be about fifteen, sixteen years old, maybe a bit younger. I'm a bad judge of k**s' ages, though. She had a small, skinny face, with shallow, shadowy cheeks that gave her, at least in these circumstances--with the storm raging outside and the greenish glow of the lights from the dashboard reflected on her pale skin--a slightly scary or ghostly look. But above the cheeks, just below her eyes, was a smattering of little freckles, which had the exact opposite effect, making her look cute and c***dish. But then there were her eyes--dark, penetrating, staring right at me. "Jennifer," she said. It took my addled brain a moment to figure out that she was answering my question this time. Telling me her name. "OK. Jennifer, you need a ride somewhere?" She glared again. "Not trying to pry, Jennifer, just want to help you out. You can't be out on a night like this, it's bad enough now but it's gonna get deadly soon." "I don't need a ride nowhere," she mumbled. "Look, Jennifer, I'm busy. I got to get out to Round Island ...
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