Dorsai - Taxi

My fingertips were drawing lazy patterns on her hip when I heard her softly tell me "I'm trying to figure out how I make the way I feel right now your fault… but I can't. I just

wish I'd known what I was letting myself into – or to be more precise, who I was letting into me!"

I couldn't help but release a short laugh before asking "I've got some drinks here; would you like one?"

"Yes! But you'll have to help hold me up; that last one was a doozy…"

After I'd gotten myself resting against the headboard, Bonnie was able to provide a little more than token assistance in helping me get her sitting up next to me – not neglecting to make sure the towel stayed between her legs and underneath her. With her resting against me and the headboard, I reached over and got one of the sodas and passed it over to her after opening it for her. She saw me watching to see if she needed any help holding it, and gave me a half-smile before saying "THIS much, I can do by myself. Beyond that… I wouldn't make any bets."

After both of us had taken a few sips, she told me "Thank you for holding yourself over me after… and for wiping my face and cleaning me up a little. I knew what you were doing, but that last time was so much that I just couldn't do or say anything except lay there and try to breathe! I said that I wanted to learn from you, and I've got to tell you… you are one hell of a teacher! And so you don't have to worry or anything, I want you to know that I am not upset with you in ANY way… not even a little bit. I wanted to be with you so I could find out what it was like to be with a guy that would treat me right, and that's just exactly what you did – and I'm glad of it. I don't know if you were doing anything 'special' just for me" – "I wasn't, really", I told her – "but you damn sure showed me what it's like to be with someone that really cares about me when we're together. If you ever get married, I know your wife isn't going to have any doubt that you love her!"

After a brief glance at the alarm clock at her side of the bed, she told me "In the last three hours, you've shown me more care and compassion, and brought me more pleasure, than I've experienced in the last ten years. After we'd been in karate class for a while, I decided that I kinda liked you. And when you got me home that night, and sat and talked with me, I even felt a certain amount of I guess you could call it affection for you. But now, after what happened earlier, and then up here… what I feel is love. Not the romantic kind, like I had at first with my ex, but the mature, adult kind – the caring and concern and wanting good things for you kind that comes from knowing – knowing, mind you! – that you feel those things for me, too."

Hearing that, I knew that Bonnie had found at least some of what she was after; some healing from what she'd gone through with her ex, feeling stronger from knowing that she wasn't alone in the world, and starting to learn how to not just give but accept love and affection. Giving her a soft hug, I told her "I do love you, Bonnie. The same way I said it before, and the same way you just said it, as one adult human being to another. Now that I have some idea of what you life with your -ex was like, I'm sorry about what you had to go through. Not out of pity or anything like that, but simply because I don't think anybody should have to put up with that kind of crap. As I've gotten to know you, I've learned that you're smart and strong and loving and affectionate and a whole raft of other good things. On top of all that, you're also a very lovely woman, physically, and a delightful lover. I actually envy anybody that you choose to share your life with, because of the kind of person they'll be getting."

Hearing that, Bonnie turned her head to look up at me – and I took advantage of the opportunity to give her a soft, affectionate kiss that she readily returned. When our lips parted, I could see that she would be able to handle the changes that were coming in her life. After a whispered "Thank you", she lowered her head to rest it on my shoulder.

I'm not sure how long we sat there; it was Bonnie that broke the silence to say "I think it's probably time that we actually went to bed – you know, to sleep this time? It's already late enough that I know I'm going to have a little bit of a case of drag-ass tomorrow…"

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea", I answered.

Lifting her butt off the bed, Bonnie pulled the towel out from underneath herself. After giving it a look, she casually tossed it toward the bathroom before telling me "If there's any of you left in me, it's not enough to worry about – and I'm too damn tired to clean up, anyway. So if sleeping with a woman with a squishy pussy bothers you, you're just going to have to live with it."

Grinning, I answered "I won't say anything about your squishy pussy if you won't say anything about my sticky dick. Okay?"

She grinned back at me before answering "Deal! Now lay down, so I can cuddle up to you and we can go to sleep."

After I'd gotten myself facing her on my side, she quickly matched my position before plastering herself against my front. After I'd put my arm around her, I cupped her breast in my hand as she released a soft sigh of contentment. Reaching back, I turned off the lamp, leaving us laying there in the darkness. I was starting to drift off when I heard her soft "Thank you, Jim."

Giving her a soft hug, I answered "You're welcome, dear" – something that apparently prompted her to pull my hand off her breast long enough to give my palm a soft kiss before she put it back. I don't think that it took much longer before both of us were fast asleep.

The next morning, there wasn't any awkwardness or anything else to interfere with the two of us getting ready to leave. Bonnie didn't hesitate to invite me to join her in the shower, where we found a few pleasant ways to help each other wake up. We easily worked together to make breakfast, playing a little literal and figurative grab-ass along the way. Only after we'd shared a loving and lengthy kiss outside did we go our separate ways.

After that, Bonnie and I continued our karate classes, and continued to try to wreak mayhem on each other when sparring. Our friendship continued to grow, and every so often Bonnie would indicate that she was interested in the two of us spending the night together – sometimes at her place, sometimes at mine.

It was maybe six months later that Bonnie finally got full custody of her daughter. The child advocate for her daughter told the judge in the divorce about what had been going on, and he apparently nearly hit the roof. Not long after she got her daughter home, Bonnie started inviting me over to her place every so often for an evening. Though she was a bit shy with (and suspicious of) me at first, I just treated her like what she was; Bonnie's daughter, a twelve-year-old female with her own mind and personality. I didn't try to become her best friend or a substitute parent, or any of that kind of nonsense. After a few such occasions, Bonnie was amused to tell me that her daughter liked me; I was nice to her, but without "sucking up". It took a few weeks, but Bonnie finally asked me to spend the night with her at her place; the next morning, I treated her daughter the same way I always did – which Bonnie later told me actually made an impression on the girl because I'd neither acted like it was anything to be ashamed of, nor did I brag or talk about what had happened. She knew that I'd spent the night with her mother, and pretty much 'knew' what we'd done; my actions the next morning had made it clear to her that I cared for her mother, and simply considered sex to be something private without being good or bad.

When her birthday came, I got Bonnie's daughter a nice (but not too nice) gift, and celebrated with them at my place, where she was delighted to meet Demosthenes.