Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-95”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

I was visiting my mother for a few days. At least that was the plan, but she left mere hours after I arrived. She had recently joined a choir and could not afford to skip a practice because they only had a few weeks left to get everything ready for their Christmas concert. The practice took place at the nearby village and usually lasted a little over two hours. Since her neighbor was also part of the choir, they took turns giving each other a ride. This week, my mother’s neighbor was driving.

The plan was to spend the afternoon relaxing. A fifteen minute drive separated my mother’s house from the nearest village and vegetation reigned supreme in the area. I was looking forward to spending some time outside, but the cold of approaching winter left a permanent chill in the air. Since I had not planned on such cold weather, I had not brought many warm clothes and was forced to spend the remainder of the afternoon inside.

My mother didn’t have cable—or Netflix—so I was forced to scour Facebook and YouTube in the hopes of finding something to keep busy. Unfortunately, I’m not a big fan of social media and watching fail compilation gets old pretty quick. Fortunately, I soon received a phone call than put an end to my boredom.

I wondered whether answer my mother’s phone was appropriate, but seeing how bored I was, I chose to throw caution to the wind. That was a good thing, because the caller turned out to be none other than my mother. Apparently, the practice had ended early and her friend had a few errands to run, so she wanted to know if I could come and pick her up. I was so bored I immediately jumped at the chance to get out of the house.

My mother’s car was waiting for me in the garage. Thankfully, it was an automatic—for some unknown reason, I never learned to drive manual—and I was on my way in a matter of minutes.

I had only visited my mother a few times since she had moved, but I already knew the directions to the village by heart. It was thus with the music blasting that I sped down the deserted street.

After a few minutes, I noticed someone walking alongside the road. This was not unusual seeing how it was one of the roads leading to the village. What was unexpected was that the young woman in question had her thumb out.

Like always, seeing someone hitchhike reminded me of the stupid law that made such an activity illegal in the province of Quebec—the law may not apply to the other provinces, but if I were you, I would look it up before deciding to hitchhike across Canada.