"What did you think was gonna happen?" Trent asked, feeling buzzed from the high of the orgasm. He had completely forgotten how good sex felt, and Mae was the most attractive woman he'd ever had sex with.

And the fact that the sex had been so spontaneous and stupid and risky…

Probably made it even better.

"I don't know, like, why didn't you come on the bed or something?"

"I mean...let's just say it's really hard to control when you're actually coming. Like, could you have moved somewhere or aimed when you were squirting all over the place?" he asked.

She sighed. "Good point. Just...ugh, there's a lot of it. Jeez. I mean I know that's normal in porn but like dude you nutted a lot."

"It was awesome sex," he replied, getting slowly to his feet.

Her eyes lit up. "It was? So I wasn't, like, lame? In bed?"

"No, you were fucking awesome in bed," he replied. "Here, let me see if I can find something to help you clean up. Just, uh, lay there."

"Oh. Okay. Um...thanks."

Trent got up and started wandering around. Things were occurring to him. Like the fact that he'd just fucked a stranger in his dead great-uncle's bed. And he hadn't even actually checked the whole house for anyone who might be, for whatever reason, inside. Or if they had running water. Or that he hadn't bothered to start a fire to heat this place up.

He was chilly as he found the bathroom again and turned on the water. It did indeed run. He switched it to hot and let it run while he hunted down a rag. By the time he returned, he found the water was indeed warm. Okay, so that meant that water and gas were turned on. Did the oven run on gas or was it electric?

As he wet the rag, wrung it out, and headed back to the bedroom, his stomach growled. He was starving, and tired.

And he'd just had unprotected sex with a stranger.

That was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever done. And yet...he didn't think it would be a problem. He believed Mae, that she was a virgin, which meant she almost certainly had no STDs to catch, and they were probably clear on the pregnancy front.

Probably.

"We have hot water," he said as he came back into the bedroom and passed her the rag.

"Oh, awesome. That means I can take a shower."

"And wash these blankets."

"Oh...yeah. Ew. We just fucked in a dead guy's bed." She paused. "Sorry."

"It's fine. We did do that."

She mopped up his cum and he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her. As she finished up, a look of excitement came onto her face. "Can we shower?"

"Yeah," he said. She bounded up out of the bed and stumbled as she tripped over something, caught herself on the door frame, then kept going, into the hallway. He laughed and followed after her, finding her in the bathroom. She turned the shower on and got in. He tried the light again, out of habit, then sighed and consigned himself to showering in near darkness. There was enough light from the moon and the stars and the streetlights and other houses that he could see decently. Plus, well, he was a cat, like Mae, and his nightvision was good.

He stepped into the shower, finding her running the showerhead over her tits. "You've got a detachable showerhead!"

"Apparently I do now," he replied.

"Dude, like, sex is awesome! I have to tell Bea! She told me it was lame! And Selmers...I guess we never really talked about sex stuff. And Gregg! I don't know, I really thought it was just bullshit! Like most people were just lying! But it's so awesome!"

"To be fair, I think it depends on the person you're with," Trent replied. "Not that I think I'm awesome or anything, but it's more like...compatibility?"

"Oh yeah, I get it," she said. Then she laughed. "I don't know, I think you're awesome. That little thing you did with your tongue, the wiggle, and like...you just felt really good inside me. Like it was a perfect fit. I just-I can't get over it. I want to do it again. Can I spend the night?"

"Uh...sure. Your parents won't think it's weird...God they probably heard us," he muttered.

"I don't care," she said.

"Okay then. I mean yeah, although they said something about dinner…"

"Can we get tacos?! There's a Taco Buck and they deliver! Can you pay? I'm broke." She snorted suddenly. "You fucked a trash girl with no money."

"And big tits," he replied. "And you fucked a loser who has no friends and moved across the country because he's a loser with no prospects."

"What a pair we are," she said. Mae put the showerhead back and let it cascade over her, tilting her head back. "Ugh, I hope I don't get pregnant. That would be lame. Although my mom would be so fucking happy."

"Seriously?" he replied.

"Yeah."

"What would you do?"

"I'd name it Trashbaby and then hand it to her and be fatter because I was pregnant," she replied.

"You're not really fat," he said.

"Whatever. But can we get Taco Buck? They have amazing tacos. For a buck. They're so good. Also the burritos. But mainly the tacos."

"Yeah, I'll buy dinner. I guess it's only fair since you laid me," he replied.

She laughed. "Yeah you totally owe me tacos for letting you fuck my taco."

"You are so fucking weird," Trent replied.

"Yep. That's me. Mae the Weirdo. Also, I'm your friend."

"What?"

"You said I fucked a loser who had no friends, but I'm your friend. I mean right? You said we're friends. I like friends."

"Yeah," he said, figuring why not? She seemed pretty cool. Unstable, but cool. Also down to fuck apparently. "We're friends. Although my phone has no plan. We'd have to use your phone."

"Oh. Fuck. I don't have a phone."

"I guess we could call from your parent's place?"

"No. I don't want to go back there tonight."

"Is there a particular reason?"

She sighed, losing some of her sex-infused good cheer. "I don't wanna talk about it." She winced, looking away. "I'm gonna say that a lot. But I'll try to get better about it if we're gonna be dating."

"...are we dating?" he asked.

"Are we?" she asked, looking back at him.

"Do you want to?"

"Do you want to?"

They stared at each other.

"Maybe we should, like, wait," she said finally. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I'm being an asshole again." She reached up and flicked her right ear.

"You keep doing that. Why?" he asked.

"What, the ear thing?" She sighed. "I was doing research online, like how to break a habit? Some people who try to quit smoking or something get a rubber band on their wrist and they snap it whenever they want a cigarette. But I didn't like that. I can't really do jewelry or glasses or anything that sits on me beyond clothes. I hate the feeling. So I decided every time I was being an asshole, I'd flick my ear. And it would help me remember to stop being an asshole."

"...is it working?"

"Kind of? I can't tell."

Something had been bugging him about her ear the whole time, it abruptly occurred to him, and he realized what it was now that he actually looked closely at it: there was a chunk of it missing. "What happened to your ear?"

"Stupid dog bit me," she said. "When I was a kid." Her shoulders slumped and she looked off to the side, frowning deeply. "Just another thing wrong with me."

Trent stepped forward and hugged her suddenly.

"What's happening? What is this?" she asked, though she hugged him back.

"It's a hug."

"Yeah, like, I know that dip-ass. Why are you doing it? Or is it like a post-sex thing? I don't really know the rules."

"The rules are what you and I decide," he replied. "I'm hugging you because I like you, and you seem sad, and I don't want you to be sad."

"Oh." A few seconds went by. "Thanks." Another few seconds went by. "Tacos will help with that. Although maybe not. I'll feel like trash because you'll be paying for them because I have no money because I'm trash and I don't have a job."

"I don't mind paying," he replied. "You like the word trash."

"It's a good word."

"You should probably stop saying you're trash."

"Why? It's true." He sighed but otherwise didn't say anything. A long moment of silence went by. When she spoke again, she seemed...older, somehow. "I don't wanna decide anything tonight, Trent. You were really nice to me, and that sex was awesome. But if you decide you wanna date me...you should know, I'm a handful. I'm trying to get better, but it's a lot. I have a lot of problems. A lot of shit happened to me. Like in my life, and just recently. Really super crazy shit that I don't want to talk about right now. But it's only fair. But I don't want you to feel like you have to date me. I don't want to be like...your problem. But I guess I'll always be someone's problem, because I don't know if I'll ever get my shit together. I don't even think I can hold down a job. And I can't drive. And I'm dead broke. My friends want to leave this town, but I'm trapped here. I dropped out of college. I hate the idea of working for fifty years just to keep yourself from dying, but then you die anyway and everyone's mean to you...I'm sorry, I'm rambling."

He looked at her. She looked at him.

"Say something," she mumbled.

"That's the realest shit I've heard in a long time, Mae," he replied. "And I respect you for that. For telling me that. Most people try to lie or hide their problems. You just dumped your problems at my feet and was like 'take it or leave it man'."

"I hate bullshit is all," she replied with a shrug.

"Me too. And I've got problems too. I don't want to make any decisions tonight, either. Why don't we start a fire, see if my laptop has enough power left to turn on, find a wi-fi signal, and try to order tacos through there? I'll pay, and you don't have to feel bad about it. I don't mind paying. I've never heard of Taco Buck and I want to try it. I love tacos."

She smiled. It was a genuine smile, a happy one, a beautiful one. "I'd really like that." She stared at him for a few seconds longer, then sighed as something seemed to occur to her. "I'm taking up all the water. Here, lemme finish and you can have it."

"Thanks," he replied.

She washed herself up, turning around and rubbing at her chest. "Dude, you jizzed like everywhere. Like wow, man. Is that a good thing?"

"I mean...I don't know. Sometimes it feels that way. Like when I'm like really horny, the loads seem big. But usually it's related to how long it's been since I've last...you know. Gone off."

"Has it been awhile?"

"Yeah."

"You wanted to do it inside me, didn't you?" she asked.

"I mean, yeah."

"Does it feel better? I thought cumming was cumming. Or is it different for guys?"

"I don't know," he replied, shrugging awkwardly. "It definitely feels better, not pulling out, just like unloading into pussy. But I haven't done it much. I've only ever been with one girl, and she was on birth control for a little bit."

"Was she hotter than me?" Mae asked.

"No," he replied.

She turned back around and squinted at him, pursing her lips. "Hmm, I don't think you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you. I don't bother with lying," he replied.

"Which is what a great liar would say, I bet...I like, can't lie."

"Which is what a great liar would say," he repeated back at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay smartass. Hurry up, I want tacos."

"Oh yes master," he said.

She stared hard at him for a moment, then cupped her hands together in front of her, pressing her breasts together between her arms, and began rocking them back and forth. "It's mistress," she murmured, grinning.

"Yes, mistress," he replied.

She laughed. "Oh my God, this shit really works. Okay, here's the shower."

"What did you mean earlier, about Bea being right?" he asked as she vacated the shower and went hunting for a towel and he stepped under the waterfall.

"What? Oh. Bea and I were talking about sex and I said I probably would hate it because you have to take all your clothes off for it and I'm really round. But Bea said that first you don't have to take all your clothes off, but second, it doesn't matter, because guys just wanna see your boobs. They don't really care about much else once the boobs are actually, like, out. And she was right."

"She was right," he agreed.

"You wanna meet her? You're gonna meet her. We'll go to the Pickaxe and you can meet her. She's super cool. And goth. And you have to meet Gregg, and Angus! And Lori! And Selmers! Oh man, I can show you all over town! I know all the cool spots! And Bruce! No wait, he went home. And Mister Chazokov! He's got a telescope! Oh and Germ and Rabies!"

"What the f-Germ!? Rabies!?"

"Yeah! They're totally cool! I guess Pastor Kate, too. And my rat babies!"

"Mae, what the fuck? Rat babies? Also so is this really one of those things were like everyone knows everyone in a small town?" he asked as he washed up. God, it felt good to take a shower after all the traveling. That three hours on the bus was just the last leg of his journey.

"Basically. I'll be your tour guide. It'll be cool! Plus I guess you gotta go up to the social administration building to talk to people about your electricity. Is it supposed to be on?"

"Yeah, it is," he replied.

"Ugh. Lame."

"Thanks for all this," he said, then pulled the curtain back slightly and peered at her as she finished drying off.

"You're welcome and-hey, are you spying on me? What, you didn't get enough already?"

"No way," he replied. "Not near enough...do you sleep naked?"

"No. But I could. Are you asking me to spend the night?"

"Yeah."

"I accept," she said, then grinned. "I totally just boob-hypnotized you into getting me tacos and letting me spend the night."

"You totally did," he agreed.

"Does it work with my butt, too?" she asked, turning around and wiggling it at him.

"Oh yeah, it definitely works." He went back to washing up.

"Holy shit this is easy," she muttered.

"It won't always be so easy."

"Yeah right, I got big boobs," she replied. "And a fat ass. Which apparently works on you. I'm gonna go get the fire started."

"Can you not? I appreciate it but I'm afraid of letting you try to light a fire," he asked.

"Hmm...yeah, you're right. They used to call me firebug and there was a good reason for it. Okay, fine. I'll just-" she opened the bathroom door, "-find my clothes because it's still so cold in the rest of the house jeez!"

"Close the door and can you bring me my suitcase?"

"Yep," she said and the door closed.

Trent sighed softly after a moment, listening to the floorboards creak as she walked away.

What exactly had he gotten himself into here?