“I am sorry, I don’t mean to be a bitch. You roll around on your own as long as I have and you learn not to trust people. But I think I could kick your ass,” the girl said and then started walking towards Krista’s car. For a moment, Krista wondered if maybe she was in for trouble. But she figured it was too late now, and she rushed back to her car to get in the warmth.
She got into the driver’s side and unlocked the door. In a moment the girl was sitting next to her in the passenger seat, leaning forward and putting her palms on the heating vent. Krista ratcheted the heat all the way up and then started heading home.
“What’s your name?” Krista asked.
“Allie,” the girl said. Allie didn’t take her eyes off the heater. Krista decided not to push the girl too much to talk, she let her focus all her energy on heating up. In a few moments they were at Krista’s apartment building, walking up the stairs and opening her door.
“You have a real nice place,” Allie said as she stepped into the three-room apartment and threw her coat onto the couch. They walked into the living room/kitchen. There were two doors directly ahead of them, one leading to a bathroom and another to a bedroom. Krista turned on the lights. Allie looked around, as though waiting for someone or something to jump out and attack her. When she didn’t see anyone, it seemed that she relaxed a little bit more and finally accepted that Krista really was just trying to help.
“It’s a little small, but it gets the job done,” Krista said. Allie was warmer now, her face now having a little more color. For a moment they stood awkwardly in the room, not really sure what to say. Krista looked at the 18 year old. She was undeniably pretty, but her face was a little dirty and her hair was a bit tangled. Krista became aware, as the girl started to warm up, that she didn’t smell that pleasant, kind of like gasoline and dirt.
“Why don’t you run into the bathroom and get a shower while I get dinner ready,” Krista said, finally coming to a decision about what needed to be done. Allie’s eyes got wide.
“I didn’t even think of that! It’s cool if I shower? I haven’t had a chance to in a while,” she said, looking down at her dingy clothes. Krista smiled at her runaway.
“Of course! I insisted didn’t I?” Krista said. Allie didn’t say another word; instead she quickly grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She let the shirt drop onto the floor and revealed that she was not wearing a bra. Her body was very thin and her breasts were small but perky. She looked like she’d missed a few meals. Krista was too shocked to move. Allie was getting naked in her living room. Before she had time to process this Krista was unzipping her jeans and slinking them down her bony hips. Her panties came down with her jeans and Krista stood dumbfounded as Allie exposed her bare vagina with a couple of days growth of public hair. After kicking off her shoes and socks, Allie stood naked in Krista’s living room. Krista’s eyes wondered over the girls body, more in shock than lust (although part of her could not resist noting that the girl looked sexy, a little skinny, but sexy).
“Are there towels and stuff in the bathroom?” Allie asked innocently.
“Uh… yeah,” was all Krista could manage. Then Allie bounded off towards the bathroom. Krista couldn’t help but stare at the girl’s tight butt as she walked away. Then she shook her head. She was straight. This sort of stuff didn’t turn her on. What was she thinking? Maybe she was just getting off on taking care of someone. That was it, or she was just looking at the girl because her behavior was so bizarre. She ignored the deeper voice inside that said she was curious. She picked up Allie’s dirty clothes and took them into the kitchen. She dumped them into the washing machine and then looked around for something to cook. She decided that grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup were the order of the day. As she cooked she completely forgot about Allie’s bizarre behavior. She was just happy to be doing something good for someone else. It made her feel less poor and less helpless to have someone depending on her who was poorer and more helpless.
It didn’t take Krista long to cook dinner and it didn’t take Allie long to shower (although it was a little longer, as Krista heard the girl using the hair dryer). Krista was putting to food on her little kitchen table when Allie walked in. The transformation was amazing.
“I hope you don’t mind I wore your robe,” Allie said. She looked stunning. Her hair was long, straight and silky now. Her skin was a little red from the hot water and probably from windburn. But she looked dazzling, like she could be a television star. She wasn’t a ragged homeless girl with potential, she was hot! Krista was shocked, but tried to ignore the attraction she felt to this girl. It was too weird.
“No, not at all,” Krista said, finally noticing that Allie was wearing her short white bathrobe. It was even shorter on Allie, barely covering her butt. Allie looked down at the food and smiled.
“You are so nice,” she said, “why are you doing this for me?” she asked. It seemed like a good question.
“I don’t know,” Krista answered honestly, “I guess I just thought you looked like you could use a break.” Allie nodded thankfully. Then they both sat down and started to eat. Allie was ravenously, she ate all of her soup and both of her sandwiches in a matter of minutes. Krista poured her a bowl of cereal and then another before the girl was sated. Then, finally satisfied in her needs, the girl was able to relax for the first time; she slunk down in her chair and smiled contentedly. For awhile they talked. Krista learned that Allie had run away from home because her mother and stepfather were drunks that fought all the time. She learned that she rode all over the country bumming rides with truck drivers and anyone else that would take her. She also learned that Allie was smart, capable, and genuinely pleasant to have a conversation with. By the time the late evening news would be on, they were chatting like old friends, even the minor age gap between them forgotten.
“I can’t even begin to thank you,” Allie said, “No one ever does stuff like this for me,” she explained.
“How long have you been on the road?” Krista asked, the first time she’d considered the issue.
“Like two years now, they can’t make me go back to school anymore; I turned 18 like eight months ago, so I think I will probably stop running here in awhile. Just settle down, try to figure out something for money besides giving handjobs to truck drivers like I have been the last few months since my money ran out,” Allie said. She must’ve noticed the look of horror on Krista’s face, because she put her hands up defensively, “Hey I didn’t meant to offend.”
“No, I am sorry,” Krista said, suddenly realizing that she didn’t have any right to judge the girl for surviving, “You do what you have to do. I don’t mean to judge. Hell, I am an MBA student. I know how markets work.” Krista said and then blushed. She couldn’t get the image of this beautiful girl, touching random people, getting cum on fingers, out of her mind. Krista decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to move over to the couch, watch some television or something?” she asked. Allie sort of shrugged.
“Sure,” she said, “I haven’t watched television in a long time.” They got up from the table and went to the living room area (it was the same room, but Krista thought of it as a separate place).
Krista flopped down onto the couch and Allie sat down next to her. Allie curled up onto the couch and sat Indian-style. Krista looked over at her young guest and was surprised to see that she could tell Allie had borrowed her razor. Allie’s legs were shiny and smooth and the short robe had ridden up when Allie sat, exposing her bare vagina. She was shaved bare, her skin looked smooth and her lips were pink and contrasted sharply with her pale skin. Krista couldn’t even think what to say, she just kept looking between Allie’s legs. Finally, Allie seemed to realize what happened.
“Oh Jesus!” Allie said, putting her legs together and setting her feet on the floor, “I didn’t even realize I was doing that. Not used to not having my pants on. Where are they, by the way?” Allie said. She didn’t appear to be the least bit upset that she’d exposed herself to Krista, and she looked around the floor for her pants. Krista felt her face hot and red, but she ignored it.
“Oh, I put them in the washing machine, they will be ready in the morning,” she explained, her voice sounding a bit odd in her ears. Krista knew some girls were like that, just comfortable with their bodies. But she couldn’t get over how free this girl seemed to be.
“You don’t have a Wii or an X-Box hooked up to you television,” Allie said, suddenly changing the subject. Krista looked at her fat, ancient television and the bare three prong front hanging out of the front.
“No, I don’t.”
“You don’t have a boyfriend,” Allie said. She wasn’t asking a question, she was openly declaring that she knew that Krista didn’t have a boyfriend. Krista was surprised but the girl guessed right.
“I don’t,” Krista said.
“If you had a boyfriend you would have video games,” she explained, “I bet it has been about… seven months since you’ve had a boyfriend.” It had been exactly 7 actually, how did this girl guess?
“How did you figure that out?” she asked. Allie pointed to an Avenger’s daily calendar that was set on a book case. The last date to be peeled off was seven months earlier.