“Thank you for doing this,” the meek woman gave her friend a small smile as he took her things and loaded them into his backseat. She had so much to bring home from work and she felt ashamed that she had not mentioned it before. “I promise I didn't know it wouldn't fit.”
A hearty laugh filled her ears and the car door slammed shut. Destiny jumped from the noise, stumbling back into her sandals before calming down and blushing. The younger woman had been so jumpy in her new home, and it showed.
She grew up in a small town where her family was safe to leave their doors unlocked. After school, if you aren't into sports, your family farm, or model UN, you got married and knocked up within a year.
The twenty-year-old had no desire to build a family before she lived her life. But she also did not want to just stay home and go to college at a Christian college.
This meant she had to move to the big city. Now, she was all alone in a huge city with robberies and mugging happening incredibly often.
Destiny spent more time than she liked to admit, shaking as she tried to sleep in the cramped box she called home. This was why she was so thankful to have become friendly with her roommate.
Truthfully, the woman had four roommates, but the only one who was home consistently was Jake. Jake worked from home and they started to talk after a week. When he saw she was scared, he started to cook her dinner often, which she found so sweet.
It was embarrassing to admit and think about, but Destiny had a crush on him. She felt gross for it because Jake was a) divorced and she had never dated in her life and b) not interested in her one bit.
It was rude to be pinning after a guy who treated her at best like a coworker. But her heart and mind just wouldn't listen to reality. The night before, the college student woke up in a cold sweat with her panties being damp with cum. She'd been dreaming that the two had made out and confessed their feelings for one another.
‘As if that would ever happen.’ Destiny thought to herself glumly. She nervously shuffled her feet back and forth, feeling her anxiety bubble over.
“Destiny, it's alright. I would pick you up either way,” Jake said while putting a hand on the side of her face. His skin was rough from previously being a carpenter. She resisted the urge to lean into it and suck at his skin. To get him nice and wet like she had been. “Your safety matters the most to me.”
She turned pink and hid her face behind her long braids. “Thank you, Jake.”
Gosh, she was acting like a giddy schoolgirl just from being near the man. Seeing him like this made her skin hot, and she wanted to lean in close so she could smell him better.
Because everything about the man made her body tremble. He was older, and that made the attraction feel even more special to her. It felt like she was in a forbidden romance, like the type she had read and witnessed on various media as a child.
The older man or woman always opened the younger woman's world to new things. The younger woman may not always end up with their older partner forever, but the time shared was monumental.
Destiny craved a love like that and she dreamed that Jake was the one that could give it to her. She knew it was incredibly naïve to think of the man so intimately.
She knew that it was extremely problematic in various ways as she dwelled on it. But the desire to be held by his rough hands and to feel his bigger body cover her just enraptured her mind.
Jake cleared his throat and Destiny realized an uncomfortable silence had formed between them. She had been so lost in her thoughts; she hadn't noticed.
Quickly, she made a move to recover and readjust her behavior. “So, should I sit in the front?” Her voice was meek.
“Of course.” The man had removed his hand by now and looked at her as if the answer was supposed to be obvious or something.
He held the door open for her. “The back is way too cramped for someone my size to sit. And you're a little twig compared to me.”
The college student couldn't help but chuckle at the man's comment. Her cheeks tinted pink. She sat down in his passenger seat and crossed her legs subconsciously.
Her skirt was short with the way the seat was positioned, making her heart skip a beat. The darker-skinned woman was buzzing with energy as the man closed her door and got in.
He looked so huge when they were like this. He wasn't a muscled-up guy, but he wasn't out of shape and was extremely tall to her five foot three. His arms were also really long, giving off the vibe of someone who could crush her like a grape.
This description was what made her body go wild and her mouth tingle with the saliva that pooled. The younger woman was struggling to not let her attraction show as they pulled out of the parking lot.
With one gripping the wheel, Jake looked over at her and smirked. “So, how's school going? I've noticed you haven't been staying up to study as much as before.” His voice was gruff and sounded like he needed a cough drop, like usual.
It made her heart throb to know that he was worried about her. “Oh. I didn't want to wake everyone up, being up so late with the lights on. So, I stopped and started coming into class early so I could study there.”
She had heard some of their neighbors complaining about the noise she made and got self-conscious. Destiny feared causing Jake any trouble.
He gave her a look she struggled to comprehend. “You don't have to ruin your sleep to try to not bother us. You pay rent so you can use whatever you want whatever time you want.” His voice was noticeably softer as he addressed her this time around.
“Thanks,” She looked away from the older man down to her lap. Her legs had started to shake without her even realizing. “I was worried I was keeping you up, mostly.”
Jake gave a gruff laugh. “I wouldn't mind you keeping me up.”
She had to clamp her mouth closed to keep from letting out a squeal. To know that Jake was so comfortable and casual with her made her go insane inwardly. It was nice to know that she wasn't being delusional about everything, at least.
Destiny's chest was tight as her mind drifted, and she began to fantasize. She imagined the night before where she laid in her bedroom, frustrated by her one-sided feelings towards the man.
No matter how numerous times she tried to get off or push the thoughts aside, she just could not. All she could sew when she closed her eyes was Jake's beautiful eyes. In her dreams, she could feel Jake holding her close and putting his face down on her neck.
He would reach down to her waist, it would unbutton her nightgown top button by button. Her body would be sweaty from their activities and he would stop to calm her down.
‘You have to be still,’ He would say as he slipped his hand down her chest. He'd marvel at her boobs and squeeze them till her eyes watered. Then he would smirk. “Or else I'll be rough.’
In real life, Destiny felt her panties dampen and froze. Her throat felt dry as she came back into reality and looked at Jake.
The man was keeping his eyes on the road but had a lazy smile that gave only a friendly energy. Nothing like the primal lust he had towards her in her daydreams.
This was another nail in the coffin that contained her lovesick heart. She wanted that world where he pinned her down and inserted his pinky into her vagina to be the real one. And for their current position to be null and void permanently.
“I've been meaning to ask if you'd like me to pick you up more often.” The real Jake stopped the car at a red light and turned to ask her. There was sweat on his forehead and arms.
Destiny's eyes widened, and she had to stop herself from screaming yes. “Are you sure? My school's pretty far from the apartment.” She didn't want to be a burden to Jake. The man was already being so nice to her, unaware of the fact that she was a pervert.
Jake nodded and tapped his fingers on his steering wheel. “Well, you'd have to chip in gas money here and there, but it's no big deal. I don't think someone like you should be walking home alone at night.” The red light turned to green, and he pulled off.
“Someone like me?” The dark-skinned woman's heart skipped a beat. What could he mean by such a comment?
He looked embarrassed suddenly and looked at her. “You're barely five feet and you're walking home from 10pm classes without pepper spray.”
The older man's tone was serious, his voice cold, which made Destiny feel shocked. “I think about you getting mugged or hurt often. And since I know you're a sweet girl, I don't want that to ever happen to you.”
The woman had mixed feelings. On one hand, she felt ashamed of being called out for her naivete and lack of street smarts. It was true that she did not own pepper spray and found herself stuck walking in the darkness in shady neighborhoods. She had never known that Jake or anyone had noticed her doing this.
She assumes that everyone was busy with their own adult lives like usual. So, this left her also feeling extremely grateful that Jake cared enough to offer her help. He didn't have to, but he did, and she appreciated it.
Earnestly, she responded. “I can't really afford rides these days. But you're right, I have been behaving recklessly. Thank you for the help, Jake. You have no idea how thankful I am.”
He laughed. “It's no problem. I care about you, Destiny. You're fun to talk to and you're the only other person who cleans the apartment. There's no way I'm letting you walk out in the cold.” Those words echoed in her head as she stared up at him in disbelief.
The conversation ended there, and Destiny found herself unable to stop grinning. It was delusional to think, but being alone with Jake for nights could lead to something. The two could become closer with one-on-one time. They could get to know each other personally and possibly have their relationship go from platonic to more.
Her blush was deep, and she tried not to get wetter in her seat. The woman knew it was wishful thinking, fueled by her lack of romantic history, but she basked in it.
She allowed herself to inhale all the possibilities of what their arrangement could become. That maybe Jake and she could become something more.
