Dorsai - Taxi

With that, Bonnie started crying – not just tears running down her face, but in great, wracking sobs. Despite everything she'd said (or perhaps because of it), I didn't hesitate but a moment to scoot over and reach out to her. She resisted only briefly before letting me guide her onto my lap so that I could hold her as she cried into my chest. Eventually, my soft words of comfort and condolence, along with the way I was gently stroking her arms and back, began to have an effect. It probably took a good half hour before all that was left in her was an occasional sniffle.

I was still sitting there with her on my lap when I heard her say "Oh, god, now I'm so embarrassed!"

"Whatever for?" I had to ask.

"First I'm kicking ass and taking names, and now I'm parked on your lap crying my eyes out like a little girl. Your shirt is soaked because of me; I mean, I was crying and my nose was – still is! – running, and everything."

I gave her a gentle hug before answering "Bonnie, it's okay. You've had a devil of a time with your ex. You want your daughter – who I can tell you love VERY much – with you, and you've obviously been under a lot of pressure and stress, what with your -ex and those other characters. All that tension and emotion had to come out somehow, sooner or later. It just happened this way, tonight, with me. If my being here triggered it, or made it better or easier for you, then I'm glad for whatever I was able to do. As for me and my shirt… well, I'm waterproof, and I can wash the shirt", the last bit drawing a small laugh from her. Apparently satisfied that she didn't have anything to be ashamed of and that I wasn't bothered by what had happened, she seemed willing to stay where she was – which suited me just fine, since she made for a pleasant bundle on my lap and in my arms.

Another couple of minutes went by before I heard her tentatively ask "Jim? Would… would you stay? Tonight, in bed with me, I mean? And if… if you want to, even make love with me?" while her face was still buried in my chest.

"Bonnie, why are you asking me that? Really?"

"Because sometimes I just feel so damn alone. As much of a rat bastard as my -ex was, there were still times that it feel nice just to have someone warm next to me to cuddle with – even if he did suck at cuddling, too. I'm not looking for any kind of commitment or anything; I just need some time with someone so I can get my strength back to keep fighting that asshole and get my daughter here with me, where she belongs. And no, I'm not offering you 'rebound sex', either. All I know about is being with my ex, and ignorant as I was, I still knew that he was a lousy lover; all he ever wanted to do was get it in, pump 'til he came, then go to sleep afterwards. The only times I got even close to enjoying it was when he was a little drunk, and it took him longer to get it up and climax. All the books and magazines I read, I know it can be better than that… or maybe even should be, I don't know. But I am sure that I want to find out. From everything you've said and done, and all the help you've given me without asking for anything in return, I think that I can trust you to do right by me. Even if you're more like my -ex is than I think you are, I'm hoping that you'll at least try to do better with me. I don't know squat about sex, but I want to learn – and I think that you're someone that I'd like to learn with. If you don't want to for some reason, yes, I'll be disappointed; but I'd still like you to spend the night with me, if you would. As much as it might have griped me to say it before, I have to admit that it feels good to be held by someone bigger and stronger than me, and that's what I need right now."

I understood the law of TANSTAAFL the first time I read it in a book by the science fiction author Robert Heinlein, and pretty much took it to heart; I didn't figure that spending the night with Bonnie, or jumping her bones, was going to be without some cost. But I figured that it would almost certainly be worth it, and if it gave her the strength or whatever she needed to continue her battle with her ex, then I was agreeable.

"I think I'd like that, then. At least spending the night with you; we'll see how things go on the other", I answered.

Happy with what I'd said, she somehow managed to snuggle herself a little closer to me. A few moments later, she took my hand from where it was resting on her hip; after pulling her jersey away from her body, she calmly slid our arms underneath it until she could put my hand on her breast before letting go of it and pulling her arm back out.

Her mammary was warm as it slightly overfilled my hand, and wonderfully smooth. When I gently squeezed, I found that it was firmer than I'd expected. A moment later, I ran my thumb over her nipple and felt it spring up in response. I did it again, and Bonnie lifted her head to look up at me and say "It… it feels nice, you touching me."

Tilting my head down, I softly kissed her on the forehead before answering "And it feels nice to BE touching you."

She closed her eyes when I started softly teasing her nipple again, and I lowered my head again to give her a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. When our lips separated, she opened her eyes to look at me again. After she'd searched my face and found whatever it was she was looking for, she quietly told me "I think I was right to trust you, and ask you to stay with me tonight. And if you make love with me, I'm sure I'll be happy about that, too."

I kissed her again, and she readily returned it – and encouraged me to continue, and make even more of it.

We spent the next little while like that, with me slowly and gently exploring her breasts while the two of us exchanged a number of kisses – each one a little more inviting and intimate than the last. There came a point when I felt Bonnie start to move on my lap; when I pulled my arm out from under her jersey, she quickly moved off my lap to stand in front of me. Without hesitating in the slightest, she pulled the jersey off and tossed it to the side – leaving her standing stark naked in front of me. I looked into her face, and saw that she didn't seem to be the slightest bit embarrassed; taking that as my cue that I was welcome to look, I did.

I already knew that she was fit, and trim. What I saw from looking at her then was that any "extra" weight she might be carrying was nicely distributed as padding, softening her shape into a very nice collection of curves. Her breasts were generally conical, and capped with small dark pink areolas which surrounded nipples that were perhaps as big around as a child's pencil. Both sagged only enough to make it clear that she hadn't had any kind of surgery on them. Neither of them showed any indication that she'd had a child. Her belly was as flat as a woman's could be, and the area between her thighs sported a narrow vee of hair that was the same pale yellow as what was on her head. I could see that it was thick and short, and had the idea that it was also going to be soft to the touch. Her legs were slender, but also visibly muscular. When I managed to pull my eyes back up to her face, she simply smiled at me and turned around – leaving me with my first clear view of her delightful ass. Made up of a pair of small and obviously tight globes, it was a treasure to behold. I also saw that the back of her was as smooth and flawless as the front had been; there wasn't a scar, mark, or blemish to be found on her anywhere. When she finally turned around to face me again, I had to clear my throat (visibly pleasing/amusing her) before I could say "Yeah, you're most definitely more than just 'attractive'."

On hearing that, she came forward again and moved to my lap again, though moving her legs to bracket mine and facing me full-on. When she'd moved close enough, I put my arms around her and laced my fingers together behind her. I didn't doubt that she could feel the start of my involuntary reaction to the sight she'd presented when she looked up at me and gave a small wiggle of her ass before giving me a smile. Her eyes were laughing when she told me "Okay, I guess I can believe you like how I look now."