Charity Case

Ben pulls into the dark garage, still talking to his wife. “Love you,” he says, then hangs up. The second he hits the lights he sees Cassie in a ball-cap and baggy hoodie, half-hidden in the shadows. He freezes, thinking he’s about to get mugged. She steps forward and blurts that she’s the homeless teen he used to hand sandwiches to. She freaked when he stopped showing up and had to check he was all right. He’s rattled but softens when he sees how shaken she is. Tells her she can clean up inside, but that’s it. She’s grateful, and grateful fast turns hungry. Cassie’s eyes track every move he makes; she’s never had someone treat her decent before and it hits her like a drug. Soon as they’re alone she pushes in close, hands on his chest, asking for a kiss. Ben jerks back. She tries again, palming his crotch, and he swats her hand away, muttering that he’s married. Cassie doesn’t get it. She peels off the hoodie, then the rest, standing there naked and pale, fine blond hair between her legs catching the light. Natural tits, perky and untouched. She can’t figure why he’s still saying no; kindness like his has to come with a catch. Ben’s voice goes hard. He loves his wife. Not every guy wants to use a girl just because she’s willing. But Cassie plants herself in the doorway and won’t move. She keeps rubbing up on him, desperate, saying if he just fucks her once she’ll disappear. Ben feels his resolve crack. One time, he tells himself. One time and she’s gone. He grabs her, yanks her against him, and gives in.