Finger Sucking

There was this guy, in May of 2003, whom I met.

His name was Travis, and I met him just as he was getting terribly, terribly drunk. He was sweet, and unassuming (unlike many guys at the bar), and he bought Lisa and I a couple of drinks, without our asking. He won my admiration.

We drank for a while, and were making merry. Neither Lisa nor I were as merry as Travis, though. I forget where he was from, and I feel bad about it. He was a sweet guy. Never got his full name, or any more information about him, but I do know that he was a nice guy.

When we got done drinking, we asked him where he was staying. I had convinced Lisa to take him with us, because he was so nice, and I wanted him around.. also because I wanted to be sure he'd be ok. Mommy-instinct kicking in, I suppose.

After the last bar we were at, he told us which campgrounds he was at, and directed us to them. We pulled in, and just as we did, he kissed my hand. Very sweet. Then he sucked on my finger. My entire pinky finger, on my right hand. Wish I could say it was horrible, or bad, or even vaguely unpleasant, but he was very.. gentle?.. about it, and it felt pretty nice. Not necessarily something I want all the time, mind you, just a sensation that was a little pleasant.

He didn't remember which campsite was his, so we dropped him off by a tree, and I kissed him a little bit - rather, let him kiss me for a little bit - and we were on our way. I drove past the next morning, thinking that if he were still there, I would wake him up and help him find his site. He was gone, though, and I haven't seen him since. Just makes for an interesting story, I suppose.

Travis, wherever you are, I hope you found your friends.