“That was your boyfriend’s calendar,” Allie explained, “You stopped using it when he left because… seriously what chick is going to use an Avengers calendar?”
“You are like a Sherlock Holmes of my sad love life,” Krista said and then laughed. This girl was very observant it seemed. Krista wondered if she was noticing other things about her, maybe things that Krista didn’t even notice. At that moment, Krista heard the alarm go off on her washer.
“Your clothes are clean, I am going to go put them in the dryer,” she said and went and did it. When she got back, Allie was smiling up at her.
“Washing my clothes! You are so nice, I don’t know if I told you this before when I was dirty and starving, but thanks for helping me out. It was really cool of you to do that,” Allie said and her voice was unquestionably sincere. Krista looked at her and smiled.
“You have already thanked me, several times, I am glad I could help,” she said.
“I wish there was a way I could make it up to you,” Allie said shyly. She was looking down at her knees and then glanced at Krista out of the corner of her eye. Krista didn’t need any help from Allie, she was really just happy to have gotten to do something good.
“You gave me a pleasant evening of conversation, which is more than I’ve had for awhile. You don’t have to do anything else,” Krista said. She was standing above the girl, and Allie leaned forward and tilted her head back. The robe was tied loosely and Krista could see down into it, could see the outline of Allie’s small breasts. She felt her heart beating quickly, but couldn’t really explain why.
“That really isn’t enough,” Allie said, and then she rubbed the couch next to her. Krista didn’t know what to do, so she sat down. But she sat on the edge of the couch, far from Allie. This girl had admitted to having sex to pay debts before. What was she suggesting? And why did Krista find it intriguing? Or maybe she was reading WAY too much into this.
“What did you have in mind?” Krista asked, trying to sound breezy.
“I don’t know,” Allie said coyly and inched a little closer to Krista, “tell me what you’d like from me.” There was no misreading this now; Allie had said she had sex for money in the past. Maybe that was the only way she knew how to give back to people who helped her. Krista was sort of frozen. She felt Allie’s hand on the small of her back.
“I told you,” she said, her head feeling light, “I don’t need anything.”
“No body ever helps me for nothing Krista,” Allie said, but not in the least bit sad, “Even the nice truckers who say they don’t want anything, I make sure they are happy before I go. I don’t like to owe anyone anything.”
“What do you mean?” Krista asked, feeling Allie’s hand rub up her back.
“You know what I mean,” Allie explained and then her other hand was suddenly on Krista’s knee.
“Your offer is… very sweet. But I am not into girls,” Krista said, finally accepting that Allie was offering to have sex with her and that she couldn’t make this stop unless she stopped playing dumb. But Allie just sort of snorted like she didn’t believe her.
‘Would you have picked me up if I was a homeless dude?”
“No, men can be dangerous. What if a homeless man was mentally unstable, he could kill me.”
“Uh Krista, cute chicks can be (and often are) mentally unstable. The fact that I am not means you dodged a bullet, but a bullet you knew was a possibility?” Allie explained and Krista knew she was right, ‘Would you have picked me up if I was 60 and fat?” Allie asked. Krista knew the answer to that question as well.
“I don’t know,” she lied.
“You picked me up because you think I am cute. That is why I get picked up most of the time. I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” Allie said. Krista felt her face getting red hot and Allie’s tone softened, “hey that doesn’t make helping me out any less awesome. It just means that I can help you out in a way I only know how. You are probably horny, it’s been seven months since you last got laid. Let me pay you back, clear my conscience. I know what I am doing, not ALL truck drivers are men.” Allie winked a little.
“I don’t…” Krista began.
“I didn’t know for sure, but then when you came back over here and I leaned forward I saw you look down my shirt. Not much to see I guess, but you wanted to see,” Allie explained. This girl was certainly experienced. Krista thought about all the weird feelings she’d been having. Allie relied on being able to read people to stay alive; she must be picking up on something.
Suddenly, Krista felt something touch her cheek. She felt Allie’s hand on her chin, slowing turning her face towards her. Now she was looking into Allie’s eyes. Allie’s eyes looked so deep, her face so smooth, beautiful. Krista could not lie to herself any longer. She didn’t just appreciate Allie’s attractiveness, she was aroused by it.
“Would it make you feel any better if I said I wanted it too? Most of the people I get in this sort of situation aren’t gorgeous and sexy and smart,” Allie said and Krista almost swooned.
“I don’t know,” Krista said and maybe her mind didn’t but her body did. She leaned forward slowly and her eyes closed. She felt her lips press against Allie’s soft lips. She tilted her head back a little to accommodate the taller girl. Allie smelled lovely and her skin was so soft against Krista’s face. She felt Krista’s warm, soft hand on her left and shivered and she felt Allie’s breath against her cheek. Krista moved her own hand, placing it on Allie’s hip, felt the delicate swell and heat from Allie’s body. Then she felt Allie’s mouth open and she opened her as well. She felt Allie’s soft, warm tongue splash across her lips. She moaned into Allie’s mouth and felt the younger girl’s tongue plunge into her teeth. She tasted Allie’s tongue and felt its velvety texture. She felt Allie’s tongue push past her teeth and…
“I am sorry,” she said, almost into Allie’s mouth, “I have work tomorrow morning. I need to go to sleep.” She stood awkwardly, smoothing out her clothing. Allie looked stunned on the couch.
“Work?”
“I tutor high school kids to get them ready for the ACT,” she explained.