My name is Jim and I am an avid dirt track racing fan. It was a warm Friday night and I was enjoying a leisurely drive to my home on the west side of Phoenix, Arizona. I had been to the stock car races at the local dirt track. It was getting late and both my truck and I were covered in a layer of dirt from the track. A shower was going to feel great.
About a mile from home, I noticed a smaller person fighting with two larger people next to a car on the side of the road. I slowed and pulled to the side behind the combatants’ car. As my lights fell on them, I saw the smaller person was a young black female. She was fighting for all she was worth with two men; one of them white, the other one black. The men were trying to force her into their old beat up car. She was doing all she could to resist getting in that car.
I pulled up within two car lengths of the rear of their car and retrieved my pistol from my truck’s glove compartment. I stepped out of my truck but stayed behind the door. I aimed my pistol at the larger of the two men and loudly called to them, “Hold it right there, guys! Mam, do you need help?”
My high beams were making it difficult for the people at the car to see me, but I had a very clear view of them. The white guy yelled back, “Who the fuck are you?”
I raised my semi-automatic pistol into view and cycled the slide. That action loaded a round into the chamber. In my best in charge voice, I replied, “I’m the guy that’ll blow your fuckin’ head off, if I have to.”
The two men instantly stopped fighting with the girl. Without moving my sights from the larger man, I again asked, “Mam, do you need help?”
“Yes! Please!” Her voice quivered. She seemed to be near tears.
“Get in the truck, Miss!” I ordered.
As the girl ran toward my truck’s passenger side, I told the two men, “You two get in that piece of shit and get the fuck out of here.” They didn’t seem too interested in arguing the point with me or my pistol. Both men jumped into the car and sped off.
By the time the men were gone, the girl had gotten into the passenger side of my truck and closed the door. She was shaking with fear. She sat as close to the door as she could. I supposed she’d had enough men for one night.
Without speaking, I drove a couple of blocks to the nearest convenience store with a well-lit parking lot. In the light from the store’s lot, I was able to get a good look at my passenger.
She was still shaking like a leaf in a storm and sobbing quietly. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Even with her face streaked with tears, I could see she was a very nice looking young lady. She had light cocoa-colored skin and fine facial features. Her black hair appeared soft and straight. It fell past her shoulders to her upper back. She looked to be in her early twenties with a slight build.
“It’s okay now. They’re gone. You’ll be fine. I’ve got plenty of time. I'll take you home, or anywhere else, if you like. Where do you want to go?” I asked.
Through her sobs, she answered, “I don’t know.” She then burst into a full-blown cry. The tears flooded down her face.
I put my pistol away, locked the glove box, and lightly placed my hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. You're safe now. You’re going to be fine. Are you hurt?”
She shook her head no.
We sat in the store’s lot for maybe five minutes until her sobs began to subside. I asked her, “What was that all about? Would you like to call the police?”
She again shook her head no.
“Would you like to get something to eat or drink?"
“No. I… don’t have… I don’t think so.”
“I’ll buy,” I interrupted.
A slight smile crossed her lips. “Could I please have a Coke? If you don’t mind, I think I’d like a Coke.”
She agreed when I suggested she use the store’s restroom to freshen up while I bought our Cokes. As she returned to my truck, I could see she was a tiny thing standing about 4' 11" and weighing less than 100 pounds. Her straight black hair framed a cute round face. She had stopped crying and even tried to smile a bit as I handed her the Coke. She was still shaking but had calmed down a little. As she sipped her Coke, she began to relax a little.
“Would you like to talk about what just happened? You don’t have to, but it might make you feel better.”
She looked at me and nodded.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Jasmine! Most of my friends just call me Jay,” She replied.
“Hi! My name is Jim. I’d like to be your friend. May I call you Jay?”
A smile began to form on her lips. She nodded and said, “That would be fine.”
“Well, my friend Jay, I’m hungry. How about you?”
“Yes, but my purse is in that car and I don’t have any money.”
“That’s okay! I’ll buy. Are you sure you don’t want to call the police?”
“No. There’s nothing important in my purse anyway. I only had a few dollars and my ID is in my pocket. I just wish I had grabbed my clothes when I jumped out though.”
“What about the assault? The cops may be able to lock those two jerks up for a while.”
“No. I don’t want to ever see them again.”
"Okay. If you’re sure. You just relax now. What would you like to eat?” I asked.
Jay shrugged and said, “I don’t care. Anything will be fine.”
I drove us to a local fast food joint. That’s about all that’s open at night in that area of town. As we ate our sandwiches, Jay told me how she happened to find herself fighting with two jerks on the side of the road.
She said her parents had both died years ago. Her grandmother had raised her until just a couple of years ago. Shortly after Jay graduated from high school, her grandmother had suffered a stroke. She died a week later.
Jay had struggled for a couple of years trying to get by in Granny’s house. She had a job, but it didn’t pay enough to support herself, take care of Granny, and keep up the house. She had family in southern Los Angles and had decided to go live with them until she could get a decent job there.
Since she was nearly broke, the only way she had to California was to hitchhike. The two jerks in the car had promised to take her to Blyth, California, but they tried to make her pay for the ride. When she didn’t have enough money for them, they told her they would accept another form of payment. “We’ll just take it out in trade,” Jay quoted one of the men.
Jay said when she asked what that meant, they laughed at her. “Pussy baby, pussy.”
She continued. “When they stopped at the next traffic light, I jumped out of the car and ran. They caught me about 100 yards down the road. They were trying to drag me back into the car when you arrived. Thank you so much. I owe you.”
“Nope! You don’t owe me a thing. Jay, if I’m your friend, I will not take anything for helping you when you needed it. If you’re finished eating, where can I take you?”
Jay clouded up again and the tears returned. “I don’t have anywhere to go and no money to get me there. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“Well Jay, I do. If you don’t mind, you can stay in my spare room until you contact your family in Los Angles and make arrangements to get to them.”
“I can’t afford to pay you,” She whimpered.
“You don’t have to get insulting. Did I say anything about being paid? You will stay in my spare room until you can make other arrangements. It’s settled. But first, we need to go to Wally World to get you something to wear.”
“Thank you, Jim,” Jay said as she started crying again.
“Jeez, do you ever stop crying?” I asked with a smile. I patted her shoulder and tried to comfort her. “You’ll be fine. Stop your crying, now. You don’t want to go shopping with your face leaking. Do you?”
“No,” She cracked a very small smile.
At Wally World she picked out a long silky nightgown, a blouse, a pair of slacks, undergarments, and at my suggestion, a few basic cosmetics. I remembered how my sister frequently said, “A little make-up can cheer a girl more than a good meal.”
We then hopped back into my truck and headed toward my home.
Once there, I showed Jay the spare room and bathroom. She excused herself and disappeared down the hall to the bath. I sipped a drink and watched a little TV until she emerged from the bathroom.
Jay’s silky white nightgown hung seductively over her young milk chocolate body. The gown fell down her body to just below her knees. The low neckline offered a glimpse of her smallish breasts. The silky material of her gown did very little to hide her dark brown areolas and nipples. They were easily visible under the white material. Her round butt was also prominently displayed when she faced away from me.
“Jay, you’re a very beautiful girl. I had better go take a shower before I embarrass myself.”
She looked at me with a coy grin as I headed down the hall toward the shower. I didn’t want to tell her she was turning me on. She’d had enough problems with men for one night.
The living room lights were out and the house quiet when I came out of the shower. I assumed Jay had gone to bed. Since it was getting quite late, I headed to bed as well. I was just about to doze off when there came a soft knock at my door.
“Come in,” I called to the door.
Jay softly padded in and stood beside my bed. The soft glow from a nearby streetlight streamed through my bedroom window. The pale light falling on her silky white gown and light brown skin gave Jay a surreal look. Even in the dim light, I could see she was shaking.
“What is it, Jay?” I asked.
“I… uuh… I need… I want… Can I stay here with you tonight? I think I need to be held for a while,” Jay nervously asked.
Without saying a word, I flipped the sheet down next to where Jay was standing and offered her my hand.
She took my outstretched hand and crawled in next to me. Jay lay beside me with her head on my left arm. She turned on her side facing away from me and scooted her back and butt up to me. She took my free hand, wrapped it around her torso. She held it to her chest just below her breasts. We were lying like two spoons. Her hair smelled delicious.
Jay lay motionless for several minutes. Her breathing became deep and rhythmic. Thinking she was about to doze off, I raised myself slightly and kissed her cheek. “Good night, Jay.”
Jay lifted her head to offer her cheek to the kiss. She scooted tighter up against me. Slowly, Jay slid my hand, which she was still holding, up to her satin covered breasts. She squeezed her left breast with my hand and cooed softly.
The next time I moved to kiss her cheek, Jay turned her head and our lips met. She had the softest lips I’ve ever kissed. As the kiss lingered, Jay parted her lips and my tongue found its way into her mouth. She practically inhaled my tongue. She firmly squeezed her breast with my hand again. Her nipples were growing firmer.
I gently pulled Jay onto her back and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss with passion. I needed no further encouragement and began to massage her breasts. Though her breasts were small, about the size of baseballs, Jay’s nipples were exceptional. Her nipples grew to nearly half an inch long and as thick as a grade school pencil’s eraser. It appeared Jay’s nipples were trying to poke holes in her new gown.
Without resistance, Jay allowed me to pull the gown’s thin straps off her shoulders and expose her tender tits. Firmly massaging her tits and gently pinching their hard nipples, brought moans and groans from Jay. When I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and tongued it, she arched her back as if to offer me more of her tender flesh. With her hand on the back of my head encouraging me, I spent a very enjoyable twenty to thirty minutes fondling and nibbling Jay’s tits.
Sliding my hand down her gowned belly, I found her dark bush soft and damp. Jay gasped. Then she slowly spread her legs wide enough for my hand to move to her crotch. I pulled her gown up her legs until her panties were exposed. Reaching down to her pussy, I found the crotch of Jay’s panties was soaking wet with her lubricating juices. The insides of her upper thighs were also damp with her pussy’s abundant juices. Her thighs were glistening in the dim light filtering into the bedroom.
Jay lifted her butt as I pulled her wet panties over her hips and down her legs. I then helped her sit up and carefully removed her gown. When Jay lay back down, I took the opportunity to admire the young beauty before me.
“Jay, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
She smiled broadly and sighed.
Returning to her side, I alternated my mouth on each of her breasts. My hand trailed down her soft body to again pet her drenched pussy. Her clit quickly became engorged. The softest touch to her clit caused Jay to gasp and pivot her hips upward. She soon had her legs spread wide to offer access to her most intimate core. Her hips were rocking rhythmically.
As I probed her tight hot hole with my finger, Jay softly whispered in my ear, “Please Jim, be easy with me.”
“Of course, Baby. I have no desire to hurt you.”
Jay spread her legs even wider as I climbed between them and covered her body with mine. My cock, hard as a steel rod, probed her pussy’s lips. I gently pushed my cock into her snug lips. Jay gasped as my cock’s head spread her nether lips and slipped into the entrance to her pussy. In spite of her pussy’s ample lubricant, her love tunnel was very tight.
“Easy, Honey,” Jay implored.
I was gently stroking shallowly into Jay’s horny hole. When I was about to push fully into her, I felt something blocking my path. “My God, Jay! You’re a virgin!”
Jay wrapped her legs around my waist and replied, “Yes!” She smiled and breathlessly added, “But not for long. Please be easy on me.”
“Are you sure about this, Baby?” I asked.
“Yes! I’m sure. Don’t talk about it, just do it! Please make love to me.” She tightened her legs as if to pull me inside her cherry hole.
“Okay, Baby. If you’re sure.” I continued my shallow strokes trying to get Jay as hot and horny as possible before taking her cherry. I wanted to open her as gently as I could.
Jay was soon writhing under me and rocking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. She had her legs around my waist and her heels prodding my ass to drive my cock further into her depths. Her knees splayed out wide offered as much access to her pussy as she possibly could.
“Please, do it! Take me now!” she begged.
Finally, I pulled back until only the head of my cock remained in Jay’s tight hole. I kissed her passionately and hugged her tightly to my chest. After a few seconds delay, I pushed my cock fully into Jay’s virgin pussy, spearing through her barrier.
Jay yelp and a single tear rolled down her cheek. She held her arms tightly around my neck. Her legs remained around my waist. Her feet were firmly pressing into my ass holding me tightly to her crotch.
I kissed her teary cheek and soft lips. Jay kissed back and rocked her hips.
After giving Jay some time for her tender pussy to get accustomed to my invading cock, I began slow but full strokes in Jay’s speared flesh. My urge quickly built as I moved in her freshly pried open pussy. When I could hold off no longer, I buried my cock in Jay's pussy and pumped a load of cum into her depths. Her cervix was bathed with its first load of cum.
“Ummm. I can feel you squirting in me. It’s warm and feels nice.”
After cuming, I took several more strokes in Jay’s warm velvety pussy. I was reveling in the hot tightness of her beautiful body. Though I would have liked to rest a little before continuing, I pressed on and continued to fuck her horny hole.
Jay began rocking her hips again as well. In just a short time, she was nearing her own orgasm. “Umph, umph, umph,” she grunted with pleasure each time I hit bottom in her pussy and bumped against her cervix. She controlled the pace with her heels on my ass. Jay quickly had me driving my cock hard and deep into her core. As her orgasm washed over her, she slid her legs down and tightly intertwined them around mine. Her arms held me tightly. Her tits flattened against my chest. She urgently thrust her pussy up to my cock. Quietly she groaned, “Oh God, yes! Do it! Mummm.”
I, of course, hammered my cock into her pussy as hard as I could until pumping another load of cum deep into her hungry hole. For the second time, her cervix was bathed with my seed.
As she relaxed in her after orgasm glow, she kissed my ear and said, “Thank you for helping and being so nice to me. And thank you for being so gentle with my virginity.”
“I told you, Baby. You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to help earlier tonight. And, I should be thanking you for allowing me the honor of being your first lover. You have a wonderful body and you are a great lover. Thank you, Baby.”
“I have a proposition for you,” I continued. “I have a vacation coming up in two weeks. I’ve been thinking about running over to LA at that time. If you’d like to stay here with me, I’ll be happy to take you to your family then.”
Jay hugged me and kissed all over my face. She then cuddled up to me.
“I’ll take that as a yes!” I told her.
She giggled, smiled up at me, and nodded. Her beautiful brown eyes reminded me of a doe. Just before sleep caught up with her, she said, “Thank you again. I think I’d like to stay with you. Mummm.” She cooed as she cuddled closer and quickly dozed off.
That was four years ago. Jasmine and our two-year-old son are still here. My spare room is now a nursery and we are getting ready for our daughter who is due in about a month. I guess you never know what you’ll find along the roadside.
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