Meeting Nyx

Your drive to Kansas City was boring and you were apprehensive, you didn't know a whole lot about Nyx and from what Amy told you they were classmates but not necessarily friends. It took you three days to get into Kansas City. Every night you called Amy as you were laying down. Nicki was still there and she would be until Sara arrived. You pulled in early the third day and got a call from Amy.

"Hey Amy," you said pulling into a parking lot.

"So good news bad news," said Amy.

"Um was the bad news I didn't need to drive this whole way?"

"No," said Amy, "the good news is that we found Nyx, "the bad news is she's in a holding cell."

"Christ, for what?"

"Vagrancy," said Amy, "they found her sleeping on a park bench. She's got to pay the fine and they'll let her go."

"Alright I'll get her out."

You got to the precinct and found a rather aggravated looking officer to deal with.

"I'm here to pay a fine for someone you're holding."

"Name?" they asked not looking up.

"Nyx Cassidy."

"No one here by that name."

"You brought her in last night for vagrancy."

"No women in holding."

This person was going to catch a right hook.

"How many people are in holding?"

"A bunch"

You took a deep breath, they had her in a cell full of men. You pulled up a picture Amy had sent you.

"This is who I'm here for."

"Why?" asked the man "you know they're a-"

"I'm their lawyer," you snapped.

The officer straightened up and clicked on their computer.

"It's um," they stammered your lie having the desired effect, "three fifty."

You slammed the cash down on the counter and soon they brought you back to holding. Nyx was huddled in a corner catching jeers from inmates as some officers looked on doing nothing.

"Cassidy, you're free to go."

Nyx practically flew out of the cell.

"Let's get you out of here," you said.

You went to claim her things, the officer there chucking a large duffle bag at her feet as she tried to catch it. They hauled up a guitar case and made to give it the same treatment.

"Chuck it and I'll sue you for destruction of property."

They set it on the counter. As you got outside Nyx froze at the bottom of the steps and started to sob.

"Hey," you said going to put a hand on her shoulder but thinking better of it, "it's ok now."

Nyx' clothes were dirty, their long hair matted and she had bags under her eyes.

"Why don't we get somewhere you can relax?"

She nodded yes trying to stifle her sobs before leaning into you, you wrapped your arms around her and after a moment you led her to a hotel. The hotelier was friendlier than the cops but kept eyes Nyx disheveled state. Nyx wouldn't let you carry any of her things but you soon made it to a hotel room. She insisted on one room, she didn't want you out of sight.

"Hungry?" you asked as Nyx set her things down gently.

"Oh," she said, "no I'm."

"Well I'm going to order something."

You ordered way to much food, you had no idea what Nyx at, if they had any restrictions. A short while later the cart arrived with everything. You could see Nyx eyeing everything.

"I'm going to shower," you said.

"What about the food?"

"Well I can't possibly eat it all," you said entering the bathroom.

When you came out Nyx had eaten and was going through her bag.

"Shower is yours if you want."

"I need to wash my clothes."

"Sure, theres a laundry room on this floor."

"Come with me?"

You went with Nyx and watched as she put everything in and started the cycle before setting an alarm for yourself and walking back to the room. Nyx took a shower that lasted for over an hour during which time you put their clothes in the dryer and hung some of the delicates up in the room to dry. She finally emerged in the hotel robe.

"You hung up my delicates?

"Yeah, other stuff should be dry soon."

"What about leaving don't we need to-"

"It's fine," you said, "we can leave tomorrow."

Nyx looked at you like she was trying to suss you out.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Amy's friend."

She didn't seem to accept that answer but she didn't press you further, she sat down on the other bed and was asleep in a second. Nyx slept for most of the day, woke up to eat and slept through the night.

"You ready to head out today?" you asked over breakfast.

"Sure," she said, "I've got everything here."

It wasn't a lot, a few days worth of clothes, some sexier outfits, some electronics and the guitar.

"Do you need anything before we head out?"

"No, I don't have any money."

"I didn't ask about money," you said, "medicine, clothes, that type of stuff."

"Oh well umm."

"Anyone you need to say goodbye to?"

"If it's not too much trouble, there are a few people."

"No trouble at all."

You drove into a rough looking side of town, in what was clearly a two bedroom house you found eight people living who Nyx said were people who had helped her get by. There were some casual goodbyes, some hugs, more than a few tears. On your way out of town you stopped at a department store. You needed a winter coat but you hoped you could convince Nyx to get some things for herself. You dropped off the prescription at the pharmacy and went to shop while it was prepared. Nyx eyed some outfits but didn't move towards any of them.

"Its going to be cold," you said, "probably a good idea to get warm clothes."

Nyx looked over towards the women's section and then around at the other people in the store and it dawned on you.

"Or we could order some stuff online," you said, "but you should definitely get a coat and probably boots."

You got Nyx' pharmacy order as well as some winter gear and got back to the truck.

"Anything else before we leave?"

Nyx seemed to want to speak up but didn't say anything.

"It's no trouble."

"It's just, I had an acoustic guitar but I pawned it."

A short drive later you were at a sleazy looking pawnshop. Nyx pointed out the guitar but didn't want to get out of the car.

"That guitar," you said to the only employee, "how much."

They looked at you without a second look at the guitar, "$600."

"No."

"That's the price."

"It says $200."

The person didn't repond. You took out your phone and dialed.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling the better business bureau."

"200, fine."

You put the cash down and brought the guitar out to Nyx.

"Ok," she said cradling the instrument, "I'm ready."

"One stop."

You pulled into a music store and got the guitar restringed as a number were worn and got a case.

"Why are you doing all of this?"

"Amy."

"You and her?"

"Are friends, but I saw what she went through, I'm seeing what you're going through, nobody deserves it."

Leaving as late as you did meant you didn't make it as far as you would have hoped but once you were on the road Nyx opened up considerably. She played a little on the acoustic and told you about how she had been working as a bank teller and gave music lessons but as the anti trans furor had kicked up she'd lost her job and people didn't want to hire her. The landlord had doubled her rent overnight and she had been **** to try and make it on dwindling resources. Her family didn't acknowledge her so she relied on friends who weren't doing much better but who had given what they could spare.

You found a hotel for the night and decided to try and get some food. You weren't in the best hotel, options being limited, so room service didn't exist but there were a few restaurants nearby. Nyx switched out of their street clothes into a dress and did her makeup and her long curly brown hair as she set up with you.

As Nyx finished getting ready she caught you staring and blushed, "what? I don't do makeup often so don't tease."

"No," you said a little embarrassed, "you look great."

"Pretty?"

"Beautiful," she blushed harder.

You got to the restaurant and were seated, Nyx was nervous until the waiter addressed her as "ma'am" and she calmed down.

"First date?" asked the waiter, "you seem nervous."

Nyx looked at you unsure how to answer.

"Yup " you said, "my date is vegetarian if you could point out the options."

After you ordered Nyx smiled at you, "I didn't tell you I was vegetarian."

"You picked the meat off of everything you ate."

"Sweet that you noticed."

"Of course, we're going to be neighbors I figured it would be nice to learn about you."

"You," she looked at the table, "you don't mind people thinking we're on a date?"

"Why would I?"

You ate and chatted a bit more, Nyx told you about musicians she admired, some you'd heard of, Slash, Joan Jett, Lzzy Hale. Others you hadn't 1000 Gecs, Haim.

"How about you?" she asked, "first cd you bought."

"Linkin Park."

"First concert?"

"Warped tour."

"Non rock musician you like."

"Kendrick Lamar."

"So you like multiple genres," she said, "music is so diverse why not explore?"

"You could say that about a lot of things, food, movies, books."

The waiter handed you the bill when you were done and you returned to the hotel. Nyx stopped at the door to your room and twirled her hair looking at her feet.

"I really enjoyed tonight," she said, "even if it wasn't really a date."

"I enjoyed it too."

"If it was a date," she said blushing, "I wouldn't mind it if you kissed me."

You put a hand on her cheek brushing some hair from her face and kissed her. It was soft, your tongues mingling a little and soon you parted. Nyx was blushing hard.

"I've never been on a date with a guy."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it."

You called Amy as Nyx got ready for bed, Sara had arrived and Nicki had left. You told Amy the trip might be longer than expected as you'd spent more time in Kansas City than expected so you hadn't made it as far.

The next morning you got you and showered. Your mind was a fog, you wanted to get home to Amy, but that kiss with Nyx lingered and now you'd all be living together. You heard the bathroom door open.

"I'm almost done," you said but a second later Nyx stepped into the shower.

She was taller than Amy, her figure a little fuller and toned.

"Nyx" you started to say but she pressed her lips to yours, a short kiss, then another, and another.

Each kiss lasted longer, each seemed more like she was trying to relax you. Her hand wrapped around you cock and slowly stroked it as you stopped resisting. You kissed her back, your hands on her waist, your tongues dancing. She dropped to her knees placing a kiss on your cock and running her tongue around it.

The part of you that wondered about Amy was silent. Amy just wanted to be friends and she fucked all her friends. Thoughts of Amy evaporated as Nyx took you into her mouth, her tongue twirling around the head of your cock as her pale blue eyes bored into you. She brought you hand to her breast and you squeezed as she took you further into her mouth.

Nyx' technique was less aggressive than Amy's she didn't try to **** you into her throat or slam herself against you, she licked and sucked, her lips tight around you, her tongue hitting all of the right spots.

"Oh fuck," you groaned, none of this was expected and Nyx's delicate but skilled technique was bringing you to edge.

"Nyx," you pleaded but she didn't slow down even as you filled her mouth.

She finally pulled you out of her mouth swallowing and wiping and stray drips into her mouth. You went to speak but she placed another soft kiss on your lips and was gone. When you emerged from the bathroom a short time later she said nothing to you simply going into get ready for a long day on the road.

As you hit the road Nyx strummed her acoustic guitar, her date night dress replaced with loose jeans, a band shirt and flannel.

"Are we anywhere near Yellowstone?" asked Nyx after about an hour on the road.

"Not yet," you said looking at the GPS, "but we will be."

"Could we," she stopped, "I've always wanted to go."