I was in Washington D.C. I picked this girl up at a protest march against the war. She was gorgeous, a hippie girl with long dirty blonde hair. She wore tight blue jeans, bell bottoms, low-cut, showing off her belly button. And she wore a halter top. She was waifish, very thin, but with big tits. Before the first time we did it, we didn’t do anything. But we went skinny-dipping in the Potomac. And I suppose she was “impressed with my manhood.” I don’t know. We hitchhiked back to Connecticut with this other guy. He was some hippie kid. I didn’t know him. We were in New York state. We had sleeping bags and we stopped off to camp for the night. We camped in the woods. The other kid went into town to find pizza and left us alone. And I told her she could use my sleeping bag. And she said, “Well, you should get in it too.” And so I did and we had sex. We got in naked. I don’t think I was her best sexual experience. I think I was very excited. A few thrusts and that was it. I remember being incredibly turned on. I think I did come inside her. I think she was on birth control pills. A lot of women were in those days. I’m sure I was adequate. It was just fun. And of course we smoked cigarettes afterwards. The next morning, the other guy asked me about it. “Did you get any? Did you do it? How did it feel?” I said it felt good. The next day, we split up. She went her way, I went mine. I think the last thing she said to me was “Peace.” Peace. She gave me the “peace” sign.
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