Free Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One) by J. C. Black Page A

didn’t take us long to figure out that the city girls in Miami were the same as small town island girls that we left back home. They would let us buy them drinks and spend a lot of money on them. But when it came to the end of the night, they went home with their girlfriends. The best we would get is maybe a kiss and if we were lucky, their phone number. So after hours of frustration and disappointment, we would gas up our cars and head back to our little island and our uneventful lives until Friday rolled around again. It didn’t take long before we would start getting that itch for excitement. Before we could change our minds the four of us would be back in our cars heading north on the road again, looking to raise hell in the big city of Miami Beach. Louie who was the youngest of my group of friends would always leave his sixty-nine customized Road Runner at home and keep me company in my sixty-nine Cheval SS. Alan who was older than me by six months, would take his sixty-six Candy Apple Red GTO and of course Tony would ride with him. We all had really sweet muscle cars and we loved spending our hard-earned money collecting them. Some of these muscle cars were very hard to find these days and that makes it even more fun to own one. Hell, it took me almost a year to build my sixty-nine Cheval SS after I found the body up in North Carolina. I couldn’t believe that I fou nd it. Some good ole country folk that I meet standing in line at Piggley Wiggly, which is a popular grocery store in them parts was talking to the guy in front of me. He was telling him how his wife was making him get rid of a sixty-nine Chevy that he had owned since high school. He went on to say that if he didn’t get the car out of the tobacco barn soon that his wife had threaten to have it hauled off to the junk yard. Well needless to say, it didn’t take me long to strike up deal with the old farmer that made him and his wife happy.
    As summer progressed, our weekend getaways seemed to slow down. My main sidekick Louie owned a lobster boat and he had to build lobster traps for the upcoming season. Alan on the other hand was working his ass off at his father grocery store so he would have spending money for when he went to college in the fall. Alan’s dad was a hard ass that went to the school of hard knocks and made his money in the food businesses and didn’t believe in higher education. He was pretty upset when Alan told him that he wanted to go to Florida State in the fall. But his dad finally gave into Alan and agreed to pay for his tuition and books but refused to give Alan spending money, he made it very clear to Alan that if he wanted money to party with that he would have to save it himself. So as the weekend approach I found myself itching to hit that long lonely highway once again. So I would load up my car, fill her with gas and head north to Miami.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
     
    As I drove north up the Florida Keys in my sixty-nine Cheval SS approaching Big Pine Key. A lonely redheaded female figure caught my eye in the near distance. She was standing on the northbound side of the two-lane highway with one hand on her hip and the other hand balled up in a fist with thumb in the air. Now I have seen hitchhikers before, but never one as young and beautiful as this one. Damn if her legs were any longer, she could play for the Miami Heat. She was wearing a little blue tube top that barely confined her ample young breast and a pair of short cut-off jeans that defined the roundness of her hips perfectly.
    Now my mama always warned me about picking up hitchhikers, she told me that it would get me in trouble someday. For a moment, I considered what she had said, but, as I approached this beautiful redheaded damsel in distress, all logic went out the window at the sight of her bending over in her short cutoff jeans to pick up her cell phone that she had dropped on the ground. As I