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As usual, it was my mouth that got me into trouble. I shouldn’t have even been home that day. But, I woke up with the runs and called in sick. By noon, I was feeling fine and regretting the waste of a precious sick day. So, on a bright, shiny Tuesday afternoon, my doorbell rang, and I was actually there to answer it. She was panting and sweaty when I answered the door. Her shorts – Daisy Duke short – were grimy, but her cream-colored t-shirt (also short) was clean.

As soon as the door opened, she pushed right past me and then closed the door, the doorknob slipping through my hand. She leaned back against the door with her eyes closed, her chest rising up and down with her raspy breaths.

‘Uh,’ I began, but she put a finger against my lips. She held it there for a few seconds while she caught her breath.

‘Are they still there?’ she demanded.

‘What –‘

‘Go look out the window and tell me if there’s anyone there,’ she hissed.

Still off-balance, I actually did as she said. An old, seventies-green car crawled by, but the sidewalks were empty.

‘Coast is clear,’ I told her.

‘Let me see.’

She edged over to the window and looked through without putting her face in front of the window. Seeing nothing, she got down on her hands and knees and lifted up a corner of the blinds just enough to peek out. Taking a good long look up and down the street, she let out a sigh and slumped down into a sitting position, her back against the end table under the window.

She looked up at me with deep brown eyes and asked for a glass of water.

‘Are you leaving?’ I asked her. I was getting the feeling that she was getting too comfortable in my home for this to be a temporary visit.

She carefully turned her head back and looked out the window again. Turning back to me with a resigned look on her face, she said, ‘Can I crash here for a while?’

‘What?’

‘I need a place to hide. If I step out of this door – they’ll find me within minutes. I swear to you that it’s a matter of life and death.’

‘I don’t know you and I’m absolutely certain that I don’t want to get involved with whatever’s going on here.’

She didn’t look like she was about to leave. And that was when my smart mouth kicked in. I could have said ‘Get the fuck out of my house!’ or ‘Please leave before I call the cops.’ But instead, I said, ‘I wouldn’t let you stay here even if you fucked me.’

That’s when her eyes lit up.

‘I would.’

‘And I just said that I wouldn’t.’

‘I’m serious – every day that you let me stay here, I’ll sl**p with you.’

Unfortunately, I’m a man. One that had been without sex for over a year. So I began to think about it. But I refused again.

‘I’ll blow you and let you fuck me.’

She was cute. The soft and voluptuous kind of cute. I hadn’t felt a woman’s curves for so long. My hands ached to caress them. My mind latched onto that thought, and my eyes latched on to what appeared to be C-cup breasts, betraying the ‘no’ that came out of my mouth. I could see the gentle swell of her belly poking out from underneath her t-shirt. All sorts of thoughts started to run through my head. She said nothing, sensing the battle inside of me.

I opened my mouth to ask her to leave, and then shut it.

‘I’m ready to do it now, if you want,’ she said, managing to put a hint of innocence in her voice. Not once in my life have I ever refused sex. Even the horrendously ugly women. Even sober. This was no exception to the rule, despite the awkward situation.

So I nodded to her, trying not to leer. She got up and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her breath was hot and smelled of ketchup.

She checked the lock and then turned and took my hand. She was about to lead me inside, towards the bedroom, but my hand closed on hers and I pulled her back. I led her instead into the kitchen where I got her a tall, cool glass of water. She flashed me a smile and tipped the glass back. I watched her throat pulse in and out as she drained the entire glass without putting it down.

When she had emptied it, she smiled again. There was something in the way that she looked at me that made me feel like she liked me. Or maybe it was just gratitude, but in any case, it was that look, more than anything, that made me decide to go through with the deal.

‘I saw some beer in there,’ she said.

I laughed and pulled out two Coronas.

‘No lime, I’m afraid.’

She ignored me as she took a long pull from the bottle. She leaned back against the counter and held the cold beer to her chest, trying to cool off from the combination of her run and the summer heat. Some of her sweat had dried off in the air-conditioning and I finally took a good look at her.

She seemed to be in her mid to late twenties. She had dusky skin and light-brown hair with blonde highlights pulled back into a small pony-tail. Her face was cute, if a little round. She had enough extra weight to give her curves without being enough to qualify her as fat – or even ‘thick.’ I could see her belly button peeking out between her t-shirt and the top of her shorts. She was wearing pink sneakers and her legs were long, muscled and shiny from a recent shave.

She took another long pull from the bottle.

‘Like what you see?’

‘Does it matter?’ I winked at her to take away the sting.

‘I guess it doesn’t. You ready?’

‘You wanna take a shower first?’

‘Yeah,’ she sighed and smiled. Then she screwed up her face and looked down.

‘I didn’t mean that you were dirty — I just thought … our first time…’

She chuckled and said, ‘I would love one.’

I pointed out the bathroom to her and listened at the door as she cleaned up. I thought I could hear her humming over the sound of the water. I was just finishing my beer when she came out of the shower. She had a blue hand-towel wrapped around her wet hair and my own big white towel wrapped around her body. I noticed that her nose was slightly crooked. She followed me into the bedroom and sat next to me on the bed.

‘Here’s the deal,’ I started, ‘we do it and you get to spend the night. I’ll drop you off wherever you want tomorrow morning.’

She looked at me with her face down. I could see her eyes getting a little wet.

‘I may need to stay for a while.’

‘How long?’

‘I dunno,’ she mumbled, ‘but I’ll sl**p with you every night.’

I blew out a long stream of air through puckered lips.

‘I don’t know if I can get myself into this.’

‘They’ll kill me. They really will – the moment I leave this house.’

Without actually telling me who was after her and why, she explained that she had come out of the apartments down the block. ‘They’ would have the place staked out looking for her and there was simply no way that she could leave without anyone seeing her. There was only one way out of my building, and it led right out into the line of sight of anyone watching the apartments.

All that I could say was, ‘Oh…’ I had already gotten myself too involved to back out now. Or so I believed. I looked down at my hands folded in my lap.

She gave me a moment to ponder, then, gently laying her hand on my arm, she asked, ‘Where are your condoms?’

I was deep enough in thought that her touch startled me. My arm jumped just a tiny bit and my head snapped toward her.

‘We don’t, I mean, I guess…’ she sputtered, misreading my surprise as anger. There was a cowed look on her face, not exactly fear nor submission, but something between the two. It turned me on.

In retrospect, I guess that I liked being the one in control. I had never been the one in charge with a woman before, but had fantasized about it often. Don’t get me wrong – I’m no S & M freak who gets off on treating women like slaves. It’s just that I’d taken my share of shit from women and revenge would taste oh so sweet. I liked that the tables were turned. She had to please me, or I could make her leave. I could push her out into the street and there was nothing that she could do about it. Except to make me want to keep her around.

I guess she saw the lust in my eyes, because her hands moved up to where she had tucked in a corner of the towel to keep it wrapped around her chest.

‘No,’ I breathed, and her hands stopped. My dick shifted in my pants, rapidly engorging with bl**d as I rode the high that comes with power. I put my index finger under her chin and pulled her face toward mine. I kissed her gently, my lips closed. Her lips began to open, but gentle upward pressure from my finger convinced her to stop. I kissed her chastely for a while, enjoying the taste of her lips and feeling her relax and accept my control. Slowly, I pushed her down onto the bed, my other hand supporting her back. I remained above her the entire time and never broke the kiss.

My lips lingered on hers for a few more seconds before I lifted my head up, severing the connection between our mouths.

‘Uh …’ she began, but I silenced again her with my finger against her lips. When I removed my finger, she squeaked, ‘condom?’

I should have said yes. I should have been safe. But not only do I hate those damn things, but it would have ruined my feeling of domination. I wanted full satisfaction from this encounter.

I shook my head no.

‘I’m not on the pill,’ she whispered.

‘Don’t worry, I’m going to cum in your ass,’ I said, without even thinking.

I was surprised with what came out of my mouth. I had never wanted anal sex before. In fact, I thought it pretty disgusting. But now it seemed not only right, but required.

Her eyes grew wide at that statement. I could see steel in them – a refusal to bend to my will.

‘You can always leave,’ I told her. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

‘Just -‘ she said and then stopped, letting out a sigh. ‘Please be gentle.’

There was a look of resignation on her face. For a moment, my heart ached for her. I felt rotten for forcing her like this. It felt wrong, but yet my dick was rock-hard in my pants and I wanted to ride this wave. I leaned down again and kissed her. I could feel her rejection with lips hard and unaccepting.

I was just kissing her, and doing a good job of it. Who was she to get all snippy? It’s not as if she had no options. I pulled off of her.

‘If you’re not interested, that’s fine,’ I said. ‘But then you can leave.’

She actually moved up onto one elbow as if she was about to leave. And then she looked at the door.

‘You have five seconds to decide.’ I hated being a hard-ass, but I wasn’t about to start playing any games with her. I’d been down that road too many times in the past.

She glanced at me, her eyes angry and her mouth set. Then, as abruptly as she had burst into my door, she was on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting her rump to me. The towel didn’t quite cover her ass, and I could see the dark crack between her cheeks, with a small tuft of dark pubic hair peeking out from between her thighs.

I smacked her ass with my open hand. Hard.

‘Get up.’

She got another hard smack when she didn’t respond the first time. Reluctantly, she got up and faced me. There was a bit of fear in her, and she didn’t sit as close as before.

‘We do this my way and we do it with your cooperation. Or you leave. Figure this out right now, if you’re going to stay.’ She looked at me, eyes wet with tears. Normally, that would make my heart melt. I can’t stand a woman crying. Now it just irritated me.

‘I think it’s time you left,’ I told her.

‘No! I – I’ll do whatever you want.’

That was a big mistake. The word ‘whatever’ launched my mind into all sorts of directions. Things that I could do that I didn’t even want to do – except for the fact that I could. I’d never felt so powerful, so in control. And I loved it. I loved thinking about what I could get away with. Perhaps, in retrospect, it would have been different if I’d liked her. Maybe then I would have just done the things that I actually wanted to do.

In any case, at that moment, she became mine. I’ll admit it. I considered her my property. Not in the slavery kind of way – I couldn’t buy her or sell her. But mentally, she belonged to me. She was a prized possession. Not like a trophy, but the kind of thing that you covet and hide from everybody else, like a stolen piece of art. What a fool I was.

She was scared. I thought then that she sensed the change between us. That she understood how it would be. I began to warm to her. I wanted to protect her, even from myself. I reached out to her and enfolded her in my arms. She flinched a little – I imagined that it was because she thought that I was going to hurt her.

Yet, only seconds later, she relaxed in my arms.

‘I feel so safe when you hold me,’ she whispered. It was nice to hear that. I pulled away from her and flung off my clothes. I freed her hair from the towel and pushed gently at her belly, signaling her to get under the covers with me.

Her skin was so soft. I had forgotten how nice women feel underneath my fingers. I stroked her body, avoiding the obvious zones for the moment. There was tension in her, underneath the soft cushioning of her curves. But it melted away with my gentle caresses.

I became fascinated by the gentle arc of her waist. I stroked over and over along her side, feeling my fingers dip into her waist and then rise up to her hips. I pushed the covers down so that I could see her shape. It was more than merely sexy. It was beautiful.

I nuzzled my nose against her back. Her body, cold earlier from the shower, had warmed as she dried. I placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade and put my arm around her, feeling her breasts. They felt firm and rubbery, the nipples hardening in my palm. My dick had reached full engorgement and was poking her lower butt cheek.

‘Show me how much you want this,’ I told her.

She turned to face me. Eyes like pools of melted chocolate regarded mine. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, revealing just a tiny sliver of white tooth. A soft hand reached down between us to grasp my member. Her mouth closed into a shy smile.

‘Let me stay here,’ she breathed, ‘let me stay and I’ll make you so happy.’

I smiled. This was more like it.

‘You’re such a big boy. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.’

I’m not usually much for dirty talk, but somehow even her clichéd words were affecting me.

‘So nice and big – I bet you’re going to make me feel so good,’ she continued. She was stroking my ego, and I loved it. I experienced enough to know that I was about average in size, but the compliment was nice. She lifted her leg and rubbed me along her slit. I was surprised to feel the slickness of arousal. It was as if she even wanted me.

Once the head of my penis was slick with her juices, she turned around and bent over, thrusting her ass towards me. Her hand continued to hold my dick, and once she had positioned herself, she guided me into her.

I love the feeling of entering a woman – the brief rough patch just outside of her giving way to the warm, moist softness within. I relished the nearly forgotten feeling, easing myself into her slowly. I stroked her as I thrust so softly and gently into her, more interested in feeling her around me than in any friction.

She let a soft purr of satisfaction escape her lips. I took my time, exploring her body with my hands as my dick explored her insides. I spent a lot of time on her breasts, the tips of my fingers rotating around her erect nipples until she gasped with pleasure. I tickled her belly button, ran my fingers through her pubic hair and cupped her sex, twiddling her clit lightly just for appearance’s sake.

Moaning softly, she thrust her ass back at me, increasing the tempo, but I pushed against her ass, slowing her back down. I had another goal in mind. My dick was coated with her wetness, but there wasn’t nearly enough to lubricate her ass as well. Because of my drought, I didn’t have any lube handy, but there was some massage oil by my bed that I used to masturbate with. I reached behind me and fumbled around until my fingers found it.

Her vagina clamped down as she guessed my intent.

‘You still have the other option,’ I told her.

‘No,’ she replied meekly, ‘I – I want you in my ass.’

Sloppily pouring oil into my cupped hand, I slathered it all over her ass. Streams of it dribbled down to soak into my sheets. As my hard-on still moved slowly inside her pussy, my oily fingers caressed her rosebud, pushing gently against it until my index finger popped in. Her asshole clenched around my finger and I rotated it as I pushed it in and out of her ass. She gasped in pain as I slipped in a second finger. Still rotating my fingers inside of her, I asked her if she was okay.

‘I’m getting used to it,’ she breathed. My fingers continued to stretch her as I nibbled at her collarbone.

‘I think it’s okay now,’ she whispered, almost too low for me to hear. I pulled my fingers all the way out and then pushed them back in together, testing the path that my penis would soon take for the first time. They slid in easily enough and I pulled my dick from her pussy. First I rubbed a little more oil on the head of my cock as I gazed at the curve of her back. Then I positioned it against her puckered hole, just letting it sit there and feel the textured surface of her hole.

‘Push against me,’ I ordered as I began my own steady thrust. There was resistance, enough to cause pain. At first, nothing happened, but then I felt the slightest give. I pulled back my hips just a fraction and thrust back in, sharper this time.

‘Ouch!’ she cried as I penetrated a little further. I held her hips in place as I eased down my pressure a bit. It was hard to tell exactly where my dick was, but it was apparently in far enough to continue. I maintained a steady pressure and asked her to push back against me.

‘It’ll be easier for you if you control the penetration.’

‘Okay.’

She began to push back against me. Ever so slowly, I felt myself moving deeper into her cavern. And then with a pop more felt than heard, the large mushroom head of my dick was in her ass.

I placed a hand against her butt cheek to tell her to stop. I savored the feeling for a moment. The ring of her sphincter was tight around my shaft and her ass was warm and inviting. I gripped her hip gently and pushed myself deeper into her.

‘Owww,’ she murmured.

I kept going slowly. Part of me hated hurting her. Another part thought of it as payback for all the cockteasers I’d ever gone out with. And the biggest part just wanted to shove my dick anywhere there was enough friction to make me come. I slid up into her until she hissed ‘Stop!’ I was only about three quarters of the way in.

I stopped long enough to let her get used to me. Then I continued. I wanted to be all the way in.

‘You’re so big. You’re tearing me apart.’ I imagined tears welling from her eyes.

‘Relax your butt. Then try to shit me out.’ I felt so nasty saying that. I realized how disgusting it was to have my bare dick in her shithole. But I was too far into it to stop now. I wanted to come and I wanted it soon.

I felt her muscles flex as she obeyed. There was a pleasurable tightening inside of her and I even slid slightly out of her hole.

‘That does feel better,’ she admitted.

I thrust slowly back in.

‘Ungghhh…’

I thrust steadily into her, feeling the tightness of her ring grip my shaft just like my fingers do when I’m whacking off. My dick grew inside of her as I approached my orgasm. Then, without warning, I spurted inside of her. It felt like I came for at least a minute, but in reality, it couldn’t have been that long.

She pushed her face into the pillow so hard that her grunt of pain seemed more like a sigh. I continued fucking into her for a little while, enjoying the feeling of her ass surrounding me. Eventually, I was too soft to keep that up and I let myself drop down on top of her. My weight, probably not that much greater than her own, bore her down flat on the bed.
Belatedly, I whispered in her ear, ‘What’s your name?’

‘Misty. Can I please have my ass back?’

‘That doesn’t sound like a real name. It’s like a stripper’s name. And it’s my ass now, and I’ll do what I want with it.’

‘My name really is Misty – you can look at my driver’s license. Please – it hurts.’ My dick was slipping out on its own anyway, so I went ahead and pulled it all the way out. It slipped out easily, just as it would have out of her pussy.

‘Thank you. Can I go clean up now?’

‘Can you go clean up now, what?’

She sighed, exasperated.

‘Can I go clean up now, sir?’ She was unamused. I laughed at her as I rolled off and slapped her ass to send her off to the bathroom. She walked gingerly out the door and I noticed a red drop of bl**d running down the inside of her leg.

Now, my dick deflated and my lust slaked, I felt terrible about what I had just done. All of my joy at my first anal experience drained out of me. And, for the third or fourth time, I had second thoughts about this whole deal. But now, feeling as low as I did, I couldn’t justify forcing her back out into danger. So instead, I went over to where her shorts were and rummaged through them. I heard the shower running, so I took my time.

Her pockets held nothing. Not a credit card, not an ID, keys, anything. There was a big lump in the shorts, though, and I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed it earlier. Examining the inside of the shorts, I found a poorly sewn secret compartment. I tore out the stitching and discovered a fat wad of cash. Several thousand dollars, all in hundreds. I had a secret spot where I kept my weed hidden, and I stuck the money in there.

The shower stopped and I could hear her mumbling. I stepped quietly over to the bathroom door.

‘… and I have to end up with the one perv. Ouch!’ I heard the toilet seat go down and then a series of curses, some of which got quite creative, and most of them aimed at me.

‘You don’t have to stay here if you don’t like it,’ I said loud enough for her to hear. Then, without knocking, I just opened the door and strolled right in. She was on the toilet, her eyes scrunched together and her mouth pursed.

‘You got acid for cum or something? It burns in there. And outside too!’

I let it go and stepped into the shower to clean off my dick, which smelled none too wholesome. I only stayed in there long enough to thoroughly wash my cock, so she was still on the toilet when I got out. ‘I’m bleeding!’ she spit at me.

My plan was to confront her about the money, but the shame of hurting her combined with the embarrassment of trying to harangue her with my dick and balls swinging in her face to make me put off the matter until later. Instead, I tried to come up with some clever saying that would shut her up. My mind empty, I thought better of it and left, closing the door behind me.

The money had brought up some questions. Was she a thief? If so, would she steal from me? Pretty likely, I thought, given what I had just done to her. All I really had worth stealing was in my wallet. I had left it in yesterday’s pants, hanging on the chair in the bedroom. I had just gotten used to switching my pocket contents between pants every morning. It was harder to lose stuff that way, although I couldn’t count how many times I’d washed some money or my driver’s license.

I checked the pants pocket and was relieved to find that it was still there, contents intact. More groans came from the bathroom and I heard the toilet flush. I hurriedly shoved the wallet into my dresser and gathered her towel up around me.

I got her another towel from the linen closet and wrapped it around her.

‘Do I have to do that every night?’ she pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I didn’t have an answer for that. The old me wanted to give her whatever she asked to make up for the brutal sodomy, but the new me wanted to take it every night. Instead, I sat her down at the kitchen table.

‘What do you like on your pizza?’

‘What?’

‘I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry, and there’s not much in the house, so I’m ordering pizza.’

‘From where?’

‘DiAngelo’s – they make good pizza.’

‘NO! Not from there!’

Now it was my turn to say, ‘What?’

‘They – they own that place. I can’t have the pizza boy see me.’

‘Okay, so hide when he shows up.’

‘No, the pizza will be too large for one person. They probably already suspect this entire block.’ She sounded crazy.

‘So where can I order from?’

‘Don’t – I’ll cook. You’ve gotta have something I can turn into a meal.’

‘Wait. Stop. No more of this shit. I want to know what I’m protecting you from. You got me into this, so now you have to tell me what I’m up against.’\
Why can’t I resist soft, brown eyes? Misty turned hers on me, and that was it. I would have done anything for her at that moment. For a woman so young, her eyes were so sad and worn. Faint crow’s feet were already scratching at the corners of her eyes. She sat heavily on my other kitchen chair and looked down at her hands.

‘Do you know what a mule is?’ she asked without looking up.

‘The a****l?’ I ventured.

‘No – in the d**g trade, a mule is someone who carries the d**gs past the authorities. Usually it’s these poor girls from South America, with stomachs full of d**gs wrapped in condoms.’ Now she looked up.

‘So you’re a mule?’

‘Yes, but not like them. Rickie Zantone, the mafia boss, runs all the d**gs on this side of town. But it’s a nice neighborhood, so it’s hard to get the product here without the cops noticing. So what they do is get someone, usually a girl, like me. Then they take the d**gs and put it in little plastics bags, flat ones. I stuff those in my bra, my shoes, even in my hair if I have it big with hairspray. I can carry over a pound at a time. I just walk, calm as you please, until I reach the drop spot, usually in a public bathroom. Then I drop it off, and when I get back, they give me $20. It’s good money for 15 minutes of work, and, as long as I don’t look or act like a hooker, the cops don’t even notice.’

‘So you stole their d**gs? The mafia?’ Visions of bl**dy horse heads swan through my mind.

‘NO! Not at all! I went into the drop spot – it’s the restroom in the 7-11 around the corner. I had all the product out and then I heard sirens. I panicked and flushed it all down the toilet. When I got out, I saw that they busted the guys in the house across the street – that’s where the dealer lived. I tried to calm down and gawk like the other soccer moms, and then pretended to get bored and walked away. Anyway, the cops didn’t seem to know me, and I went to the apartments across the street to call my contact and tell him what happened. I was about to knock on the door of the dealer that lives there –’

‘Wait – there’s two dealers in this neighborhood? I didn’t even know there was one, besides that one crack house.’

‘Yeah, the crack house is just a distraction. It’s an easy target, so whenever word gets out that someone’s selling d**gs, the police bust the crack house and never reach the real action. There’s a dealer in those apartments across the street – I know him because I bring him product every once in a while. But, anyway, I was about to go in when I heard someone talking, they were saying that the cops had been tipped off. Then I heard my name. They think I dropped a dime on the cops. Nobody does that to Zantone. Nobody.’

I let out a long breath. I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out. I realized that something was missing from her story. Namely the money. But something in what she said had to be true. And that was enough to scare me shitless. I wondered if I could call the cops without getting a death sentence on my head.

She was looking at me again. ‘You’ve never been around criminals, have you?’

Well, who had, I thought to myself.

‘I grew up in the East side, so it was around me constantly. I didn’t want to get into it, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.’

I just sat there dumbfounded. She got up and got herself another beer while I tried to come to terms with her revelations. Finally, I looked up. ‘So what the hell do we eat?’ I can’t think for shit when I’m hungry.

She broke out laughing. She had a great laugh, musical and deep. Opening up the fridge, she stuck her head in all the way. ‘You weren’t k**ding when you said you had no food. God, I’m hungry, too. You got any pasta?’

‘Yeah, in the pantry.’ I pointed it out and she fished around until she found what she needed. Then she started cooking. I got myself a beer and watched her. She was wearing my shorts now, and her ass looked very enticing. The feel of it gripping my cock slid into my brain, and I thought briefly about pulling down the shorts and taking her right there. But I wasn’t ready for another round just yet.

She made spaghetti with olive oil and chucks of cheese melted into it and sprinkled with some oregano. ‘It’s better with fresh parsley, but you didn’t have any.’

‘Are you Italian?’ I asked.

‘Greek – my grandmother used to make this.’

‘It’s good.’

‘I’m good for more than abuse,’ she sneered.

Whoa! Where did that come from? I shot her a dirty look. ‘Well, thank you for dinner anyway. And now that the mob’s after me as well, maybe I should thank you for that also.’ The brief air of domesticity faded between us and we ate in silence. By the time we finished, it was time for the evening news. I turned on the tv, hoping to hear about the d**g bust she claimed had led her here. I let her take care of the cleanup.

‘I’m not your maid, you know!’

‘If I’d gotten pizza, there wouldn’t be anything to clean. Your choice, your mess.’

She growled and set to work. It was petty, but it made me feel better. There was nothing about the bust on the news. I sat there for a while, enjoying my beer. The sounds of clean-up came from the kitchen. It was very domestic, just like I’d imagined when I used to think I’d get married. It was good to pretend, even if only for a little bit.

She eventually came out of the kitchen and sat next to me. I put my hand on her near shoulder. ‘Any shows you like to watch?’ I asked.

‘Nothing special.’

I gave her the remote anyway. She flipped channels, eventually settling on some movie, one of them true life sob stories. I pulled her into me and she lay there, head on my shoulder, my arm around her, as we watched the show. To be honest, I doubt whether either of us was really interested. It passed the time.

‘I feel so safe in your arms,’ she told me.

I just smiled and squeezed her gently with my arm. When the movie ended, I pulled away and looked at her.

‘I have to go to work tomorrow.’

‘I know.’

‘It’s early, but I’m going to head to bed.’

She nodded and we got ready for bed. She had her own toothbrush now, and it was almost as if we lived together.

Misty took longer than I did to get ready. She’d rummaged through my drawers and found an oversized t-shirt, which became her nightgown. I was done first and waited patiently for her, warming the bed. Eventually she finished up in the bathroom and joined me. It was kind of sexy to see her in my clothes. As she slid in underneath the comforter, I gave her a kiss on the lips.

The lights were off and only a dim glow from the street lamps outside illuminated my bedroom. My hand stroked her thigh, and I began to nibble on her ear.

‘I already paid for tonight,’ she said, a little more sharply than I liked.

I pulled back, annoyed. My dick was hard and ready, and I wasn’t about to put up with any more guff from her. I rolled over on top of her and covered her mouth with a rough kiss. She struggled and pushed my head back. But I wasn’t having any of that. I held her arms down and continued kissing her, my erection poking between her thighs.

‘No…’ she hissed.

But I ignored her. I used my legs to lever hers open, as she struggled underneath me. She had her panties on, and poked my dick ineffectually at them, trying to find a way in. Her struggles got more persistent. I wished she’d just give up.

‘No. You’re r****g me!’ she shouted. Only then did I realize what I was doing. I’m not a r****t. I’m not a violent man. Somehow, this woman had pushed me into territory far beyond my morality.

I continued to poke at her underwear as the realization hit. As suddenly as I’d mounted her, I rolled off and threw my legs over the edge of the bed, my back to her. I heard her roll away from me.

‘You –,’ she began, but never finished the thought. I held my head in my hands, trying to remember who I was, what I stood for. After a short while, I felt her hand on my back.

‘GO!’ I shouted.

Her hand remained.

‘Go, before I finish what I started!’ I heard her footsteps as step stepped out the door, closing it behind her. I sat there, my head in my hands for a long time before I finally climbed back into bed and fell asl**p. Sometime during the night, she crawled back in with me. I woke up with my arms wrapped around her sl**ping form. It was oddly comforting, despite last night’s struggles.

I lay there for a moment, savoring the feel of her soft flesh against mine. My left arm was trapped underneath her, and I gently tried to free it so I could get up and get ready for work. The motion woke her up and her soft brown eyes opened up directly across from mine.

‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered and moved in for a kiss before I could respond. Her lips were soft against mine and they opened up quickly, inviting my tongue into her mouth. Arms snaked around my neck and she pulled me into her. She was topless now, my t-shirt having been discarded at some point that evening, and I felt the hard tips of her nipples pushing into my chest. We kissed, and I slowly took over the action, my tongue moving more insistently against hers. My dick, already hard with morning wood, got larger and touched her thigh. One of her hands moved down between us and grasped my member. She pulled me on top of her and her legs spread wide as her hand guided me slowly toward her depths.

I gasped as I felt the rough outer edges of her labia. Our mouths parted, and she sighed, rubbing the head of my cock against her nether lips. She was wet, far more moist than I expected, and I slid in easily when she finally lined me up with her hole. We lay there together my dick moving slowly in and out of her.

‘Fuck me,’ she gasped.

I continued lazily rolling my hips into her, enjoying the sensation of her warm, wet snatch engulfing me.

‘Come in me. Let me feel you,’ she breathed into my ear. It felt so good. Then I felt the familiar tingle of an incipient orgasm. I thrust deep into her and held it there as my cock jerked, spitting my juices into the depths of her body. For a while afterward, we lay there wordlessly, one inside the other.

‘I – I thought you weren’t protected.’ I said.

‘Does it matter?’

I thought about that for a while. I felt so calm and tired. Comedians like to joke that a man is only lucid during the five minutes following ejaculation. But they’re wrong. I certainly wasn’t thinking at that point. I just realized that I was running late for work and rolled off of her. In a daze, I got myself dressed and ready as she lay in bed, watching me through hooded eyes.

I barely had the sense to go back to my hiding place and pull out the wad of bills, putting them in my back pocket as I left the apartment and drove on into work.