Free Past Imperfect by Alison G. Bailey Page B

I flashed her the smile. I wasn’t sure why I used it on her. It was only reserved for when I really wanted something or someone, and in this situation, that didn’t exactly apply. There were no ulterior motives asking Becca back to my place. I felt bad for her for some reason. She seemed so innocent and needy, but acted as if she didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. I didn’t have plans for this girl. I was just playing it by ear.
    “Okay, I’ll go. Thank you.”
    The power of the smile never ceased to amaze me.
    We walked to my place in relative silence. It was weird but not awkward. It felt weird because I’m used to girls who shut up only when I shove my tongue down their throats. So far, spicy nacho Doritos were a nice change of pace. Once we arrived at my place, I played the good host by asking her if she wanted anything to drink. When she said no, I took her on the grand tour, which lasted all of five minutes. Since she didn’t talk much and I still wasn’t sure why I had asked her here, I decided it was probably time to call it a night.
    “Becca, you can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
    “I don’t want to put you out of your room.”
    “Not a problem. I can sleep almost anywhere. Let me just grab some pajamas and I’ll be out of your way,” I said, heading into the bedroom.
    I wasn’t positive, but when I told her I’d stay on the sofa she looked disappointed. Did she want me to make a move on her? Did I want to make a move on her? If only I had had a few more beers there’d be no confusion. Even though my standards for screwing a girl were pretty superficial, on rare occasions my dick couldn’t make up his mind. When that happened, beer number six was the tipping point. I got undressed and threw on my pajama pants, grabbed a pillow, and headed to my temporary sleeping quarters. Once in the living room I noticed Becca standing in the exact same spot I had left her in.
    “Is everything okay?” I asked.
    “Yeah, everything’s fine.”
    “Well, goodnight then.”
    “Yeah, goodnight.” She hesitated for a second before heading into the bedroom.
    So weird.
    My sofa and living room were the only things that were clear. The rest of my mind was fuzzy when I first opened my eyes. I didn’t know if what was happening was real or a dream, but either way I was sporting a raging hard on caused by the soft hand stroking my dick. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was able to make out the silhouette of a small female kneeling on the floor next to me. It took me a second to remember her name. When I did, the confusion was evident in my voice. “Becca?”
    “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she whispered.
    “What?”
    “It’s just that other than Stephanie I don’t know anyone here. I’ve been so lonely. I could just give you a hand job and nothing more if you want.”
    “I need a condom,” I said.
    “I’m on birth control.”
    “I still need a condom.” There was no way I was going commando in a girl.
    I’ve been involved in some weird kinky sex before. Not that being woken up by a female’s hand on me was weird or kinky. It was the fact that this girl seemed scared of her own shadow, so her sudden boldness took me off guard. But I have never wasted a willing chick or a hard dick in my life, and I certainly wasn’t about to start now. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand from moving further. I slid my hand under the sofa cushion, feeling around for a condom. I like to have them scattered around the place. You never know when the mood will strike. I found one and quickly rolled it on and then pulled her on top of me. As she straddled me, I lifted my hips slightly so she could slide my pants down. She had already taken her panties off, but still wore her black tank top. She lowered herself onto me and we began to move. We didn’t kiss, we didn’t speak, or touch anywhere else. We didn’t even look at each other, we simply fucked in the