Free For His Taste by Karolyn James Page B

just what she needed.
    “Gun…,” Bobby said.  He tried to
act surprised.
    “A gun,” Beth said.  “I was robbed
at gunpoint.  The man took all the money from the register but that didn’t
bother me.  What bothered me was that I went against my better judgment because
I didn’t want to judge him and he ended up judging me.”
    “Beth, people who do that stuff…”
    “The entire time he robbed me, he
told me how disgusting I was.  Told me he’d rape me if I was better looking. 
The sad part is part of me wished I was worthy of his needs, no matter how
sick.”
    “No,” Bobby said.  “You can’t think
like that.  You’re worthy of anything your heart believes.  Dammit.  You can’t
listen to the words of a man like that.  That’s not a man.  A man doesn’t do
that to a woman.”
    “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,”
Beth said.
    “I understand.  Look at me, Beth,
please.”
    Beth looked at Bobby.  A tear ran
down her face to the pillow.
    Bobby used his thumb to wipe the
next tear.
    “You are beautiful,” he said. 
“Look in my eyes and tell me I’m lying…”
    “You’re not,” Beth said.
    “I’m not.  Remember that.  You are
beautiful.  Don’t let someone take your beauty away with words.”
    “Easy to say for a man who is naked
and doesn’t have a gun pointed at them.”
    Bobby had much more to say but he
knew that it wasn’t words Beth needed to hear.  They would just bounce off her,
like rocks against a metal wall.  She had her shield up, and Bobby didn’t need
to ask anymore questions about the robbery because he had read the article in
the newspaper half a dozen times.  He did the only thing that made sense at
that point and knew it was something that probably didn’t happen enough in
Beth’s life.
    Bobby forced his left arm under and
around Beth’s pillow.  He turned back and let Beth lay on him, holding her in
his strong arms as tight as he could without hurting her.  His right leg
wrapped over his own body and interlocked with Beth’s left leg.  He pulled
until he felt the warm moisture of Beth’s sweet spot touching his leg. 
    They were naked, together.
    They didn’t speak and Bobby didn’t
fall asleep until he no longer felt the small tears on his chest from Beth. 
    When Beth fell asleep Bobby kissed
the top of her head and tried to close his eyes without losing the moment he
had in his arms.  But as he started to fade away, his subconscious reminded him
that he was here on business… not just pleasure.

 
    9-
     
    Beth opened her eyes to find
Bobby staring at her.  Her head snapped left to right, and for a few mind
blurring seconds, she couldn’t remember where she was or who she was with.  Her
mind told her that she had to be dreaming, waking next to a man as sexy as Bobby. 
She even lifted the covers up and looked down, expecting to see her body as
some skinny, tight looking thing, something her dreams would conjure up.  That
wasn’t the case at all.  Beth was the same Beth, full figured.
    “Morning,” Bobby said.
    Beth looked at him.  “This really
happened.”
    “Of course it did,” Bobby said.
    He touched Beth’s face and smiled. 
“Did you think it was all a dream?”
    “I don’t know,” Beth said.  She
yawned and covered her mouth.  She started to roll to her back when she felt
Bobby’s tight grip stop her.
    “Well, I guess if you thought it
was a dream, I should bring you back to reality.”
    With one move Bobby pulled Beth on
top of him, his hands going right down to her backside, spreading her legs.  He
spread his legs and she felt the stiffness of his penis touching her already. 
Beth’s hands were flat on the bed, next to Bobby’s head, her breasts hanging in
his face.
    “Bobby… I can’t…”
    Beth had never been on top during
sex.  Ever.  She always thought her weight would hurt the other person and just
look bad.
    “Oh, you can,” Bobby said.  He
thrust up and let his erection slide along