Olivia Mathers grew up in Little Rock. A big city compared to many small towns in Arkansas, its sprawling charm offered little opportunity for her.
A nomad by nature, Olivia made up her mind long ago to get her 'country ass out,' and that time had come. Staying there permanently, just wasn't in the cards for her.
Her daddy, Carl grew up on the family farm and expected all four of his kids to get married, buy a farm and have children of their own. 'It's how things have been done here for centuries,' he’d say.
Mama knew Olivia was leaving, but she asked her to wait until after church tomorrow before telling daddy. "Olivia, you know he loves you, but if you tell him now he's just gonna have a fit," she said while washing the dishes and wiping down the kitchen counters.
"I know,” Olivia felt slightly melancholy at the thought of upsetting him. "but he'll love me just as much when I'm in New York as he does here in Pulaski County," she said, justifying her conviction. "I'll be all right, mama.” She continued and then attempted some levity. “We have phones and cars and everything these days, you know. It's not like when great Papaw came out here from Virginia and never saw his folks again."
"I hope you know what you're doing, little Birdy.” Mama smiled and gave her a hug. It wasn't a big smile, but she was trying. She knew this was something her second child needed to do.
The next day, with her daddy's blessings, she said goodbye and asked her ex-boyfriend, Terry to drop her off at the Greyhound station. "You just gonna up and leave us all like this?" he asked at the station. She knew he was hurt, but they weren't in a relationship anymore.
"Yup," she smiled, leaning against his blue Ford pickup, an old brown suitcase clenched firmly in her hands. "Life is out there, Terry, not here, not here for me, anyway."
It was possibly the most humid day in Little Rock so far that summer, and as they talked, the awkward pauses became more lengthy.
"I guess I should go now," Terry said, opening the door to his old rusty truck. "You have my number, Liv," he added without much emotion. "Here's a dime. Call me anytime, if you need to."
"'Kay," she replied. She was going to miss everyone and felt the pangs already, but the idea of staying was too depressing. Pocketing the coin, Liv used a hand like a visor, shielding her eyes from the blazing sun as she watched Terry drive away.
The realization of her freedom released a myriad of emotions. 'What a rush,’ she thought, boarding the bus to Atlanta.
Liv was ready to live life on her terms and looked forward to the next chapter.
oOo
The ride to Atlanta was hot and miserable. Having suffered enough discomfort in the crowded conditions, and continually raising her legs off the hot vinyl seats, Liv decided to hitch rides from there on.
Grabbing a sandwich and a Coke at the bus station, she put on her sunglasses and headed for the nearest road. There was sure to be other people going to Yasgur's farm in Bethel, New York, and she wanted to get there soon.
The tall grass tickled her legs as she walked across a field, and the bursts of humid air did little to dry the sweat from the back of her neck. Each blast of hot air lifted her white cotton blouse, revealing her small, perky breasts. 'That feels nice,' she smiled like the Mona Lisa at the sensation. The sun beat down, and trees on either side of the dirt path provided only occasional shade as she walked.
'At least I'm working on my tan,' she thought, making the best of it. On the side of the country road, she planted her feet and stuck a thumb out.
It wasn't long before the sound of a horn from an approaching white Chevy Impala caught her attention. The car stopped, and someone asked. "Hey, where you heading?"
"New York," she smiled. "Well, Woodstock first, and New York after that."
"Far out, so are we," the guy in the passenger seat said, getting out of the car. "I'm Rob. Hop in, I'll sit in the back for a while."
There were five people in the car. All appeared to be in their early twenties, and it didn't hurt that the driver was fine.
"Groovy," she smiled, handing Rob her bag. "Right on, thanks.”
Rob put the bag in the trunk and got into the back. As soon as he closed the door, they were off.
"This is my girl, Nicole… ”
"Everyone calls me Nic," she interrupted, smiling as she squeezed Rob’s muscular arm. Her freckled face and full curly hair gave her an air of friendliness, and Liv immediately liked her.
"Nic," he corrected himself, laughed and lit a rolled cigarette. "Oh, man," he chuckled, taking a long drag and holding his breath before handing the smoke to Nic. "And here over next to Nic is Kris, and that's Gary between you and Cain. Gary is Kris's old man."
Rob was clearly the extrovert in the group, and his enthusiasm was contagious.
"Nice to meet ya'll. Thank you for stopping." Liv meant it. Her feet were painful. "Anyone care if I take off my sandals?"
"Take off anything you want, Liv, we're nudists.” Nic laughed. It was clear the cigarette was a joint, and Nic was lit. "We love to get naked,” she smiled.
'Seriously?' Liv had never met nudists or smoked pot before. 'Well, when in Rome,' she thought. Anyway, wasn't the point to experience new things? Nic's red eyes squinted as Liv reached over to take her first hit of marijuana. Putting it to her lips, she inhaled and tried holding her breath. Instead, she went into a raging coughing fit. Rob and Nic thought it was funny as hell.
"Oh, yeah, it's God's clothing, man," Gary added.
"That's right," Kris interrupted. "Gary loves my tits, don't you babe?"
"Yes," he laughed, "yes, I do."
For some reason, this statement struck everyone but Cain as the funniest thing they'd ever heard, although he was smiling. Cain was a hunk, and Liv was already crushing on him. Her gaze locked on his perfect nose, facial hair and long sandy locks.
"You look like Jesus," she said as if being profound. Everyone erupted in giggles.
"I am," he smiled and winked at her.
'What a beautiful smile,' Liv thought, and stared at him with a marijuana-induced grin creasing her face.
"So, where's your old lady, Cain?" She felt cool…she hadn't just blurted out, “So, do you have a girlfriend?”
"You mean, do I have a girlfriend?" he asked, and she blushed.
"Yeah."
"I'm a free spirit, Livvy. What about you?"
"No girlfriend," she said, keeping a straight face as long as she could. "I'm so high," she laughed. "I'm single, and you're cute."
As if rehearsed, Rob, Kris, and Gary filled the car with a loud, “Oooh," and laughed as Kris passed the joint to Cain.
Giggling, she watched Cain take a drag.
"Alright, then," he smiled slightly and exhaled. The car filled with a sickly sweet smell reminding her of a skunk, and she rolled down the window. The evening air felt good, and once settled in and mellowed out, they and rode in silence for a while, though Liv could see Cain was pretty buzzed.
"We should probably pull over and sleep for a couple of hours, you guys."
"Good idea," Rob said and nibbled Nic's ear and neck.
"Yeah," Gary agreed, "let's set up camp."
oOo
Finding a secluded spot, the guys set up a tent while the girls built a fire and roasted apples and potatoes over the flames.
Everyone sat on the ground, passing around another joint and singing along with Kris as she strummed her guitar. Under a blanket of stars, and surrounded by tall trees, the night was magical.
Liv was drawn to Cain and locked eyes with him when he sat next to her. Without speaking, he touched her cheek and sweetly kissed her moist, hopeful lips. Liv's heart beat faster, and she thought of nothing but Cain as they continued kissing, their passion building to a point where neither wanted to stop.
Kris continued to play while Gary, Rob, and Nic sang and watched, smiling at each other when Cain lay Olivia on the grass and pulled off her torn, 501 cut off shorts and lacy underwear. Sitting up, Liv removed her white cotton top and admired Cain as he undressed.
"Go, girl,” Kris said, setting down the guitar and whipping off her shirt. She and Gary were horny from watching, and he was quick to fondle her breasts. Soon, they too were on the grass, getting ready to fuck to sweet release.
Rob stood and, holding Nic's hand, ran to the tent. Both were wet with desire, completely turned on.
Cain wrapped his arms around Liv’s soft, tanned body, and as he pulled her close, goose bumps dotted her flesh. Stradling him, she squirmed with desire, feeling his aroused prick on her belly. Her pubic hair brushed against his erection.
Liv, finally free to do as she pleased in her life, felt no shame in asserting her sexuality. Dripping with desire, she slowly lowered her swelling flower on to his thick shaft, slipping him inside her. She gasped at the sudden stab of pleasure and held his face, kissing his lips and neck. Grinding on his cock, she moved with increasing speed and intensity.
Holding her ass cheeks, Liv sank down on his thick, solid member and her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock. Shivers of pleasure passed through her sex, and, unable to yell out, she gripped his cock inside her like a vise. Laying her down on the moist ground, Cain continued pounding into her.
Liv gasped, dug her fingers into his back, and, using muscles she didn't know she possessed, lost herself in swarms of pleasure. She tightened her thighs around him and came, shuddering and groaning, her toes pointing toward the sky.
Cain’s body tensed before he released, filling her with his seed, and they locked together as electric shocks coursed through their loins. Pushing their groins together, his cock deep in her cunt, they couldn't get close enough.
Worn out and sweaty, Cain rolled off, sat and lit a cigarette. A small tear ran down Liv's cheek. She knew it was just sex, but the connection she felt with him was strong, and she didn't want to get hurt.
oOo
The soft grass and shade from the trees made for perfect for sleeping conditions, and everyone, apart from Gary and Kris, slept longer than anticipated.