Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One)

by Black, J. C.

  “Whose fault is that, if you were not so busy getting mad at me, and beating on my arm, you might have found the time to tell me your name. Besides what the hell is wrong with me wanting to get into your pants, after all, I am a man and you are a very attractive girl?” I looked at her with a stern expression on my face, trying to hold back my desire to smile.

  “Why is it so wrong for me to be fantasizing about getting in your pants anyway don’t you like guys?” She looks at me with a surprise look on her face.

  “Of course I like guys and by the way, if you would have given me a chance to tell you, my name is Strawberry.” She stated with conviction. I thought it was cute the way she crossed her arms as if she was waiting for a rebuttal. The pout was priceless and went perfect with her spoiled little brat attitude. Damn I wish I had picture. Without thinking twice about what I was doing, I stanched up my I-phone and took a picture of my redheaded goddess.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Strawberry snapped at me.

  “Just capturing the perfect Kodak moment.” She couldn’t help smiling as she snapped at me again.

  “Oh, you are just a barrel of laughs aren’t you? Now if you don’t mind, would you tell me your name?”

  “Well my name isn’t as cute as yours Strawberry, but my friends call me Chris. So now that we have been properly introduced what do you say to hopping in the back seat and getting to know each other a little better?” I looked at Strawberry and defended myself.

  “After all you’re the one who brought up the subject; I didn’t say a word about throwing you in the back seat of my car and ripping the clothes off your body.”

  “Ok, you have made your point Chris, what do you say we start over again.” She looked at me rather shyly and spoke with a hint of flirtation.

  “Hell we have not even left Big Pine Key and we have already had two fights.”

  Well making up sounded like a good idea, so I told my red headed goddess that as long as she promised not to hit me anymore that I was willing to start over as if nothing had happened between us. Besides, in order for us to have a lover’s quarrel shouldn’t we be lovers first. So I started the car for the second time that afternoon and as the car began to roll forward, I felt the thump of a flat front tire. Well the last thing I wanted to do was ruin a five hundred dollar rim. So I pulled off the road and onto the shoulder so I could change the tire. As I got out of the car and headed towards the trunk, I could hear Strawberry asking me what was I doing. I looked back towards her and told her that we had a flat tire and for her to sit tight while I changed the tire. As I opened the trunk to pull out the spare, I saw the cooler and remembered that I had some cold beer on ice. So I hollered back to her and asked if she wanted a wine cooler or a cold Budweiser, she replied without thinking twice about what she was going to say.

  “What are you thinking Chris? That I will behave better if I were drunk?” What am I thinking, hell I’m not thinking at all, I don’t even know if she is old enough to drink. I of course had not really thought of an alternative motive, mainly because my mind was on getting this damn tire changed and back on the road before nightfall. I pulled the spare tire from my trunk just as Strawberry came prancing back to me to get herself a cold wine cooler. I rolled the tire up to the front of the car and decided to take my shirt off so I wouldn’t get it dirty while I was changing the tire. As I leaned over to tug on the tire wrench and take the lugs off the rim, I could feel the sweat drip off my chest and onto the ground below me.

  “Nice ass.” She hollered followed by a sexy catcall. I looked behind me and Strawberry was standing behind me licking her lips.

  “What did you say Strawberry? How old are you anyway? Are you old enough to drink or am I going to have the cops haul my butt to jail for giving you a wine cooler?”

  “Nothing Chris, I was just admiring the view.” She ignored my question, she must be old enough, and she certainly isn’t acting like it is her first drink. Damn it was hot and all I could think about was how nice it would be if I could just make it up to Grassy Key and go swimming in that cool Summer Ocean. Hell, I don’t even know what I am doing here, stuck on the side of the road changing a damn tire.

  Suddenly without warning I could feel my back spasm as my cute little hitch-hiker caressed my back with an ice cold Budweiser. I could feel the chill run down my spine as she giggled with laughter over what she thought was harmless foreplay. Without thinking twice about what I was about to do, I turned around and snatched her up into my arms. Now the ice cold bottle of Budweiser was snuggled tightly between her chest and mine, I look down at her warm but surprised smile and asked her what was she going to do now. I could feel her firm young breast pressing hard up against my chest with each breath she took. The faint aroma of her perfume, mix with the musky scent of my own cologne was intoxicating and at that moment, I could only think of her. As I slowly let go of her and she slide down from my grasp her lips faintly brushed against my chest sending shock waves through my body. A muffled moan escaped her lips, as she tasted the salty moisture on my chest. The sound of her groaning was more than I could handle. I knew that we should stop playing this little cat and mouse game and get back to our trip. As I turned around to finish changing the tire, little Miss Strawberry decided to do a little bit of taunting and teasing.

  “What is wrong Chris, couldn’t you handle a little body contact? I was just starting to enjoy it when you let me go.”

  “You know what Strawberry, you really shouldn’t tease a grown man with sexual innuendoes, besides you might give me the wrong idea.”

  After all, I didn’t know anything about this beautiful little redhead sitting next to me in my car. And I wasn’t going to find out anything changing a tire on the side of the road. I couldn’t help wondering who she was, and why was she out here by herself hitchhiking. Where did she come from and where was she going? Didn’t she know that she was too adorable to be out here all by herself? If I as her father I would be having a fit if I knew that she was out here hitchhiking. Didn’t she realize that some pervert could have come along instead of me? Not to say that some pretty perverted things were not going through my head right now. Like those long legs of hers were killing me. If she bent over one more time, I think that it would take more than a cold shower to cool me off. Didn’t she know that you couldn’t tease a man like that? All these questions were running though my head and if I was going to continue with our journey, then I had a right to know who she was. I turned to her and asked her what was she doing hitchhiking on US1 and where was she going? And what would her parents think of her getting into a car with a strange man?

  “By the way, how did you end up with a name like Strawberry?” She looks at me rather confused.

  “What is wrong with my name? And by the way, if you don’t like my name, you can go to hell.” Catching me completely off guard once again, I gave her a puzzled look.

  “Of course I like your name; as a matter of fact I love your name. I was just wondering if your parents named you Strawberry because of your beautiful curly red hair or was it because of the cute little freckles on your rosy red cheeks.” I blurted in my own defense. They certainly didn’t name you Strawberry because you are so damn sweet. She smiled and turned away to hide the fact that she was blushing from ear to ear and couldn’t hide how rosy her cheeks really became when she was flustered with embarrassment .

  I decided to let her off the hook and change the subject so I asked my little Strawberry, what is in Miami that is so important that you are willing to hitchhike a hundred and fifty miles?

  “My dad lives in Miami and I have not seen him in ten years. So I woke up this morning, packed my backpack and here I am, in your car heading north to god knows where. Hoping that I pick the right person to go with on my adventure.” She looks at me square in the eyes with a concerned look on her face and takes a sip of her wine cooler.

  “Chris did I pick the right person to hitch a ride with? Or, did I just end up with a person who only wants
to get in my pants and doesn’t care anything about me?” She takes another sip of her drink while she is waiting for an answer. I have to admit, the thought of getting in her pants was at the top of my list.

  “Tell me Chris, what type of person are you and why do have cooler of beer and wine in your trunk?” I really didn’t feel that her question merited an answer considering that she was enjoying the wine cooler that I had in my trunk. As I glanced over at her, she stretched her long legs and rested her bare feet upon my dashboard, at that moment I couldn’t answer her question, after all, I found her to be very sexy and I longed to hold her in my arms once again.

  Do I dare tell her how I feel? Hell I cannot even look her in the eyes without getting a lump in my throat and my pants, so how am I ever going to tell her that I can’t even get the thought of her out of my mind. I tried to change the subject by asking her if she grew up in Key West. I was surprised that I had never seen her at school, after all Key West High was the only high school on the island, and since I played varsity football, most of the students knew me. Strawberry looked at me a little on the sly side and stated yes, she had gone to high school in Key West and yes, she knew that I was a linebacker on the team, she also admitted to having a crush on me, when she was a freshman in high school. She said that I always seemed to be more interested in my car and of course, football than girls and I just never seemed to give her or any other girl for that matter the time of day.

  I look at her with a sad look on my face and told her that I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings because if I would have known such a pretty little redhead was interested in me I certainly would have asked her out on a date. She seemed a little confused by my admission of finding her attractive and asked me if I really would have asked her out on a date. I looked at her straight in her beautiful eyes.

  “Are you kidding me, the guys I hang out with would be green with envy if they saw me walk into a club with you hanging on my arm.”

  At that moment I realized that I had not even asked her how old she was, so instead of being obvious I simple asked her where did she like to go dancing. She did not answer me right away so I asked again if she ever went out drinking and dancing. She looked at me, said that she lived with her grandparents and her grandfather who was the local sheriff was a little old fashion about dating, he insisted on meeting any boy who wanted to take her out on a date.

  Oh, hell her grandfather is the sheriff, when am I going to learn not to pick up hitchhikers? I should have known better, after all didn’t my mother warn me that someday, picking up hitchhikers would get me in trouble. Hell this is worse than sleeping with a cop’s wife, the last thing I need is to be caught in a compromising situation with the sheriff’s granddaughter. I am sure that she could see the nervous sweat was rolling down my forehead by now as I tried to absorb this newest revelation of information my little redheaded hitchhiker had given me. After all, I just happen to know the local sheriff pretty well; you could almost say that we were on first name basis. And I can say for a fact that I am quite sure he wouldn’t let the likes of me within a hundred miles of his favorite granddaughter, much less let me take her out on a date. As I looked at the road ahead of me and I couldn’t help wondering if Strawberry told her grandfather about her plans of hitchhiking up the keys to visit her dad in Miami. So, I looked at my little hitchhiker with many questions in my head. “Strawberry”… I said rather sternly. “I need to know two things about you and I hope you will tell me the truth. First, I want to know if you told your grandparents that you were going to see your dad in Miami and the second thing I need to know is how old are you.? Now if you tell me the truth about those two things I promise to help you make things right, even if it takes me turning around and taking you back to Key West.” She looked at me with her big green eyes and a pout on her lips.

  “What makes you think that I am not eighteen? Don’t I look old enough to make up my own mind as to where I want to go and whom I want to spend my time?” hum……

  Well that didn’t sound like a straight enough answer to me so I asked her with a more direct approach this time and waited for her to tell me her birth date. She slipped down into her seat and replied that she was turning eighteen this weekend and that is why she wanted to go to Miami, to spend her eighteenth birthday with her father. She went on to tell me that her grandparents had gotten custody of her after her mom was killed in a car crash a few years ago. I wanted to stop her from going on with her story because I could see the sadness in her eyes as she spoke about her mother. So, I decided to change the subject by asking her if her dad knew that she was coming to visit him on her birthday. She looks at me with tears in her eyes and in a heartbreaking voice, she uttered that her father did not know she was coming to Miami, nor did she have his address. Well it seemed that she had not thought about how she intended to find her father so I asked her if she had a phone number so we could call him when we got to Miami. Strawberry just looked at the dashboard and shook her head no.

  You have to be kidding me! This girl must be a real fruitcake. She is on her way to meet a father, who she hasn’t seen in years. She doesn’t have a clue where he lives, hell she doesn’t even have is phone number. What is wrong with this picture? Now I knew that I had to do something with this girl, which I knew nothing about other than the fact that she had run away from reality. Someone trying to find out who she was and where she might belong. I took a quick glimpse at the speedometer to make sure I wasn’t driving over the speed limit, after all the last thing I needed today was to get stopped by the cops especially if gramps had the local sheriff department looking for his granddaughter.

  How did I get myself into this mess and more importantly, how do I get myself out of this mess? Not only am I contributing to the delinquency of a minor but I have a runaway in my car that happens to be the granddaughter of the County Sheriff. As we drove up US1 I looked at my watch and realized that I hadn’t had anything to eat today. We were getting close to Marathon so I told Strawberry that I was going to stop and grab some sandwiches. After devouring a whopper and fries at a nearby park we continued our journey to Miami it was nice to take a short lunch break but I still wanted to stop for a swim. I could see that we were getting close to Grassy Key. I really wanted to stop at the beach and take a swim. I had been thinking about the cool ocean water all day. And it sure was hot as hell; it won’t hurt anybody if we just stop for a cold beer and a quick dip in the cool ocean. Besides, I have been working all day and I need a break, did I mention how hot it was, hell just sitting in this car seat made me want to ripe my clothes off and go swimming.

  As I approached the turn off for Grassy Key, I looked over at Strawberry and told her we were going to stop here for a couple of hours and go swimming. She muttered softly that she did not have a swimsuit with her. So, I replied without thinking twice about it, don’t worry, nobody out here is going to be wearing a swimsuit, it is a nudist beach. If we hurry, we can get a spot all to ourselves and we did right next to the water. This spot was perfect because it was close to the shoreline and still hidden from the rest of the beach by the mangroves. As I pulled the car up to the beach and parked, I told her to get the blanket out of the trunk so we would have a place to lie down. She hopped out of the car and headed towards the trunk and I turned on the radio so we could listen to some tunes while we were swimming. When I turned around to see where Strawberry had disappeared to, I caught a glimpse of her naked body, just as she entered the waist high surf of the Atlantic Ocean. I had been here many times before today but never with such a beautiful specimen of a woman. So I watched as she dove into the waves and every time she came to the surface I could see her firm breast breaking the blue water as if she were a mermaid or a serine of old mystical times, calling out my name and enticing me to come join her at my own risk. Well this was one invitation that I didn’t dare turn down.

  I started running towards the beach, ripping off my clothes as I approached the water, knowing that I would have to swim a long way
s out into the ocean in order to catch my mystical beauty before she reach the deep blue waters and disappeared. When I swam out further into the ocean, I could see Strawberry’s red hair sparkling in the setting sun. Like a beacon of red fiery light calling for me to come to her. I swam harder and faster than I had ever swam before until I reached my wayward beauty. When I dove into the waves one last time I managed to surface right in front of her and drew her naked body into my arms.

  “Hi there, the water is nice and warm today. Is this your first visit to Grassy Key?”

  “Chris, I have never been with a boy before today.” She looked at me rather shyly.

  “That’s not what I asked you, but since you volunteered this information, it is important to know that about you.” Her revelation took me by surprise, how could such a beautiful specimen of a woman never have experience the love of a man. Her confession made me desire her even more.

  “How could you have jump out of your clothes so quick, if you have never been naked with a man?” It was obvious that I was confused by her behavior

  “Well Chris, you did say it was a nudist beach and now I’m nude, so what are you going to do about it? It is something that I have been thinking about for a while, I have seen stuff on-line, and maybe it’s time that I try a few things on my own.”

  “Ok, follow me out over to that sand bar, it safer that way.” As I swam out to the sandbar I noticed that Strawberry was keeping pace with me and I couldn’t help but admire how good of a swimmer she was.

  “Alright wait for me, I’m right behind you.”

  It only took a couple of minutes to reach the sand bar. And Strawberry was right behind me. The water was receding with the low tide and was only about a few inches deep. We both stretched out on the sand together. I looked deep into her beautiful green eyes and kissed her ever so gently on her lips. Our bodies melted into one another as I whispered softly into her ear how much I wanted her. To my surprise, Strawberry took a deep breath and pressed her naked body up against mine. Her body was so soft, she has skin like silk. Her wet hair fell gently around her shoulders. She ran her hand all over my naked body and finely exploring my manhood, she gasped with delight as she felt my erection. I realized that she had no intention of changing her mind as we explored each other. Gently kissing and touching each other and each one of enjoying her first sexual experience in a different way. I listened to her moans of pleasure with each and every moment of our foreplay. Everything was perfect, the water was warm as it lapped against our skin and our bodies were hot as we melted together in passion. I slid her under me and she wrapped her long legs around my waist allowing me to enter deep inside of her body. She dug her nails into my back as I grabbed her ass with both hands I gently slid myself into her repeatedly until she cried out with passion.