Almost

The drive back is uneventful. When we get back to the house, Josh surprises me with an apology.

“I’m sorry we got pulled over like that. I never meant for that to happen. I meant it when I promised I’d keep you safe,” Josh says.

I embrace Josh and he begins to stroke his fingers through my hair. It feels electrifying.

“No,” I reply, “It was my own fault. You tried to warn me and I ignored you. It’s not your fault,” I say.

I brush my lips against his. I want him. I really want him. Even after everything he’s done to me. I don’t understand why I feel the way I feel. After everything that’s happened tonight. I’ve been stripped, spanked, tickled, beaten down by a fucking Jigglypuff, fucked with a dildo, forced to beg for sex, made to feel like a desperate slut, had my ass on display like a prostitute in the middle of a gas station... and yet, right now, I really want to kiss him. His hands caress my supple breasts as his gentle lips brush against mine. Is there anything he’s not good at?

“I’ll be right back,” Josh says.

He leaves the room. I’m seeing fireworks. He’s an amazing kisser.

When Josh returns, he’s holding a casual strappy black dress in his hands.

“This belongs to my sister, but I don’t think she’ll mind. I just want to make sure you get home safe. Text me when you get home,” he says.

I’m stunned. Josh is now being so apologetic and sweet. My anger softens. I’m not even mad at him anymore. I’m even considering not deleting his number when I get home. I let out a huge smile.

“Wow, you didn’t have to do that. You’re sweet. As funny as it sounds, I was almost looking forward to going home in my birthday suit,” I say.

Josh gives me an evil grin and replies, “Oh, well, if that’s what you want, I can put this back.”