Kelly, wanting a ride

I turn around—it’s Kelly. I twitch in surprise. “Andrew, can I ask you a favor?” she asks, sounding awkward.

“Sure, Kelly,” I say. “What’s up?”

“Can I get a ride home? I rode here with Eileen, and . . . she’s not very happy with me at the moment.” I nod. That could be an understatement, I think. “I live close enough to walk, but I’d rather not. Heather’s busy upstairs, and it will be a few minutes until she comes down. Would you run me home quick? Please?”

“Sure, Kelly,” I tell her. “Just let me leave Heather a note.” She opens her mouth, then closes it again without saying anything. I look around to find a pad of paper and a pencil. I write Heather a note: Heather, driving Kelly home. Back in a few. Andrew. I leave it on the counter and follow Kelly out.

Kelly’s house is not a long walk from Heather’s if you go overland. A creek runs between their subdivisions, but there’s a little footbridge across it. Because of the creek, it’s a longer drive than walk. It takes a few minutes to get her home. I pull up in her driveway and put the car in park. The house is dark.

“My folks are out,” she says, confirming my suspicions. “Andrew, would you be willing to come in for a minute? I could really use your help with something.”

Six months ago, I would have thought Kelly’s request was innocent. Of course, six months ago, she wouldn’t have made it. After a semester eating pussy, I’ve earned a few requests like this. I’ve learned enough about women to figure she’s coming on to me. The only question is, do I take her up on it?