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The Kindness Of Strangers
by Levi Charon (xebpy@mail.com)

***

A young man unintentionally saves a woman from her 
abusive husband and provides a safe place for her to 
recover. She returns his kindness with enthusiastic 
passion. (MF, rom)

***

The sign said "REST STOP 1 MILE" a little over a hundred 
more miles to go.

I was thinking how tiresome this drive was becoming. I 
was on my way back from visiting my mom in Pennsylvania 
over the spring break and had just crossed the Virginia-
North Carolina state line on my way back to school in 
Chapel Hill. 

I had driven the route so many times that the beautiful 
scenery along the Blue Ridge Parkway no longer had much 
of an impact on me. I just wanted to get back to my 
apartment and veg for a couple of days before classes 
started again. I turned into the rest stop to unload 
some of the coffee I was sipping to keep my eyes open.

It was as crowded as I knew it would be, what with the 
warm weather and it being a weekend. I parked and headed 
for the john. There was a line for the women's but 
fortunately the men's moved much faster. It probably had 
something to do with men not having anything to say to 
each other. So I peed and washed and headed back to my 
car.

I was back on the road and about a mile down the highway 
when a voice behind me said, "Excuse me."

"Holy shit!" I croaked as I damn near ran off the road 
trying to turn around to see who was behind me. I 
swerved back onto the road. "Jeez, Lady! Who the hell 
are you?" I looked in the rear view mirror and saw a 
female with a face that had obviously taken a couple of 
punches. "Damn, are you OK?" I started to pull off onto 
the shoulder.

"No, please don't stop! Please!" She was really freaked 
out so I pulled back onto the road. "You parked next to 
our van at the rest stop. When I saw you were alone and 
that you hadn't locked your car, I thought you'd be my 
best chance. Please, I need to get away from my husband 
before he kills me."

My knee-jerk reaction was to check behind me in the side 
view mirror. "You better get down on the floor then 
because I see a van coming up pretty fast about a 
quarter of a mile back." Every time he passed a car he 
would slow down and check them out. He did the same when 
he came up even with me but I just looked straight 
ahead. After a few seconds, he took off for the next 
car. A couple of minutes later I saw him turning across 
the median and coming back our way.

"Stay down! He's coming back." When he passed us going 
the other way he must have been doing 90. "I'm going to 
get off the interstate up ahead at the Mount Airy exit 
and take the old Highway 52."

After I was headed south again, I found a convenient 
place to pull off onto the shoulder. "OK, Ma'am, you 
want to come up front and tell me what the hell's going 
on?"

When she got settled in beside me I could see she had a 
bad bruise on her left cheek and she was holding a 
bloody Kleenex to her nose. "Can I ask your name?" Her 
voice was shaky and she looked like the end of a very 
hard day.

"Mark. What's yours?"

"Lonnie. Mark, I really feel bad about doing this to you 
but I was afraid he might kill me. This isn't the first 
time he's beaten me up but after I told him I was 
leaving and filing for divorce, he just went nuts. If he 
hadn't stopped to pee at the rest stop I don't know if I 
would have survived the day. Please let me ride with 
you. I left my purse in the van but I've got a little 
money in my pocket to help pay for gas. Please!"

"Don't worry about the gas. Do you need a doctor? Should 
we find a cop and report this."

"No. The last time I went to the police things got even 
worse. This is just going to be another in a long series 
of black eyes. I need a place where I can get things 
sorted out. Can you give me a ride to where ever you're 
going?"

I thought about it for a while. "OK. Tell you what, 
Lonnie. I'm a grad student at UNC and I have an 
apartment off campus where you can hang out until you 
figure out what you need to do. Will that work for you?"

She was so relieved that she grabbed my hand and kissed 
it. "Oh, thank you so much, Mark. I can't tell you how 
much I appreciate your help. I promise I won't be any 
more trouble."

Over the last hour and a half of the drive, I heard the 
whole sordid story of a very bad marriage to a very 
abusive husband. An old story, I guess but never less 
tragic for its frequency. At her request, we stopped at 
a liquor store along the way and picked up a couple of 
canned cocktails. She finished the first one off almost 
immediately and offered me part of the second one.

"No, thanks. I don't drink and besides, I'm driving."

"A college student who doesn't drink? That must be a 
rarity."

"Not rare at all. I don't have any moral objection to it 
as long as the user can handle it. It's just that my dad 
was a heavy boozer and he was really ugly when he was on 
a tear. The thought of becoming an alcoholic like him 
scares the crap out of me so I never started."

"You're wise beyond your years and I hope you stay that 
way."

By the time we were driving through Winston Salem, 
Lonnie was pretty much calmed down. I could see as she 
leaned her head back and closed her eyes that, aside 
from the swelling on the side of her face, she was an 
attractive woman in her mid 30s. I hoped she would be 
able to stay out of the sights of that asshole. Nobody 
should have to live like that.

We pulled in about 8:30 and I showed her into my 
apartment. She curled up on the couch while I unpacked 
my bag and put water on for tea. "Are you hungry, 
Lonnie?"

"Yeah, I haven't eaten today. I could use something 
light."

"How about if I make us some Spanish omelets with 
toasted English muffins?"

"Sounds super. Do you like to cook?"

"Yeah, I find it relaxing. You can turn on the tube if 
you want or I can bring up some music on the I-pod."

"Music, please. Something peaceful and relaxing."

I brought up some Manheim interludes. I think it was 
exactly what she had in mind because she dozed off and 
on while I cooked. After dinner, she helped me clean up, 
then asked if she could use the shower. Her clothes had 
blood all over them so I gave her an old terry cloth 
robe and asked her to hand her clothes out so I could 
put them into the wash with mine. When she came out of 
the bathroom, I had the couch made up for a bed. I told 
her she could have my bed but she wouldn't hear of it. 
"No way, Mark. The couch looks just fine for me."

"Well, OK, if you insist. I'm really beat so I think 
I'll crash.  See you in the morning."

"If you don't mind, I'll stay up and finish the laundry 
so I'll have something to wear tomorrow. Good night, 
Mark. And thanks again for saving my butt. Oh, and the 
rest of me too."

I was up early the next morning but Lonnie was up 
earlier. I woke up to the smell of coffee. When I walked 
out of the bedroom headed for the shower, I saw that the 
blanket, sheets and pillow were all neatly folded and 
stacked on the couch and the apartment was considerably 
"neatened up".
 
"Good morning, Mark. What would you like for breakfast?"

"Morning, Lonnie. Give me a few minutes to get cleaned 
up. Um, I usually just have some oatmeal with raisins 
and walnuts, but go ahead and fix whatever you want. Did 
you sleep OK?"

"Yeah, better than I thought I would. I found some 
Tylenol in your medicine cabinet. That helped a lot with 
the pain in my face." She was growing one hell of a 
shiner.

"Don't you think we should get that checked for 
fractures?" I asked, gently touching her swollen face.

"No. I've been down this road before, Mark. I can bite 
down without pain and my teeth fit together the way 
they're supposed to so I'm pretty sure nothing's broken. 
But thanks for your concern. Do you need to be somewhere 
today? Because if you are, I can find someplace else to 
hang out for a while."

"Not really. My first class isn't until Tuesday. I think 
you should stay here until you can work out some plan of 
action. Do you need to call your lawyer or start some 
kind of legal action? Do you have any family we should 
be calling?"

"I don't have any family except my husband but you're 
right. First, I need to call my boss and tell her what's 
going on and ask her to send me some money. Then I'll 
call my lawyer and get the divorce started."  Her 
anxious expression told me the fear was beginning to 
rise again.  "I'm scared to death of even going back 
home to face him in court." Her eyes teared up as she 
threw her arms around me, pressing her face into my 
chest. I just held her and stroked her hair. There was 
nothing I could say that would make it better.

Lonnie's boss apparently knew about the whole abuse 
situation and congratulated her for finally deciding to 
dump the bastard. She told Lonnie to take some vacation 
time and asked where she could send her paycheck. I said 
it was OK to send it to my apartment because this is 
where she would be staying for the time being. I'm not 
at all sure when that idea popped into my head.

"Mark, I have a huge favor to ask. I know we're still 
practically strangers but I wonder if I could borrow 
enough money to buy some basic necessities. I don't have 
anything but what I'm wearing."

"I was just going to suggest that. We'll stop at an ATM 
on the way to the mall and get you some cash. There are 
a few things I need as well."  

We got our shopping done, then stopped at the grocery 
store to pick up stuff she needed for the "very nice 
dinner" she insisted on cooking for us. Every place we 
went she had a death grip on my arm like a scared little 
child. Being a twenty-two year old man with a full 
complement of testosterone floating around in my body, I 
couldn't help but get a little bit aroused by her 
breasts and hips pressing against me all the time.

She turned out to be an excellent cook. We did indeed 
have a very nice late dinner of trout almandine, new 
potatoes in butter and parsley and a nice tossed salad. 
I began to clean up after dinner but she nixed that. She 
insisted on doing the dishes and putting everything 
away. After she was done, she asked if she could totally 
occupy the bathroom for a long, hot soak in the bathtub.

"Be my guest. I'm going to work on my thesis for a 
little while and go to bed. Yell if you need anything. 
Good night."

About two hours later, she knocked softly on my door. 
"Mark, are you awake?"

I was just crawling into bed. Since I was in my 
skivvies, I opened the door just a crack and saw that 
she looked really distressed. "What is it, Lonnie?"

"I don't know, I think I'm having a panic attack or 
something. The more I think about everything the more I 
feel like I'm about to come unglued and I can't seem to 
come down. Please, Mark, can I stay with you tonight? I 
just need someone to hold me."

I opened my door to let her in. "I guess that's not so 
surprising, considering what you've been through. Sure, 
Lonnie, you can stay with me. I promise to behave 
myself."

"If you behave yourself, I might be disappointed." Then 
she broke into sobs. "Oh, damn! That was a slutty thing 
for me to say. I'm sorry, Mark. I just want you to make 
me feel safe."

So we climbed into the bed (a double, thankfully), she 
in the robe and I in my skivvies. She scooted to the 
middle of the bed and turned onto her side. I spooned up 
behind her, putting my arm over her and pulling her snug 
against me. "Is that better?"

"Umm, hmm. Thanks, Mark. Night."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Night." Within a 
few minutes we slept. When I woke up, our positions were 
reversed. I eased out of bed with my usual morning 
erection and headed for the bathroom to pee and let it 
deflate. When I went back into the bedroom for my jeans, 
her eyes were open and she was smiling at me.

"Come back to bed for a little while, Mark." As she 
raised the covers, I saw that she had shed the robe and 
was bare-assed naked. The sight of that awesome body 
jump-started a brand new erection. She watched as my 
skivvies tented out in front of me and asked, "Can I 
borrow that for a little while?"

I wanted her in the worst way but there was a real 
ethical dilemma here. "Nothing would please me more, 
Lonnie, but you're pretty vulnerable right now. I feel 
like I'd be taking advantage."

"If you look closely, you'll see that I'm a grown up 
woman. It's the way you think that makes me want to make 
love to you." She sat on the side of the bed and pulled 
my skivvies down to my ankles. "My, my, aren't you a big 
boy. Let me take care of you for a change."  She grinned 
wickedly as she took my hand and pulled me onto the bed.

She leaned over and kissed me with the tip of her tongue 
barely brushing my lips, her breast pressing against my 
arm, her fingertips caressing my face. She teased the 
hair on my chest and massaged my nipples causing a 
little jolt of pleasure in my groin. I moved my arm 
under her and stroked the soft, firm silky skin of her 
beautiful butt as my other hand ran through her long 
black hair. She laid her head on my chest and sighed, 
"Why couldn't I find someone like you the first time 
around?"

My cock was so charged up it bounced with each 
heartbeat. Her fingers trailed down my belly into my 
pubic hair and circled the base of my cock, just barely 
reaching all the way around it, then slowly moved up and 
slid the foreskin back. She laid her face on my belly 
and began to kiss and lick the exposed head while 
holding the shaft and gently massaging my balls. 

My fingers slid down the crack of her ass to brush the 
hair around her already moist labia, sliding up and down 
and penetrating maybe an inch. That evoked little sighs 
and moans as she pushed against my finger trying to 
drive it deeper into her. She was so wet that I knew 
this wasn't just a "Thank you" gesture on her part; she 
was really hot! She began to take more and more of my 
cock into her mouth and I knew I wouldn't last very 
long.

I rolled her onto her back and moved myself between her 
legs, lifting and spreading her knees to expose her 
dense, black bush and her sex swollen in invitation. 
When I leaned down and began lapping up her juices, she 
shuddered and emitted a long, low groan. "Oh, god, Mark. 
This is so good! I haven't been made love to for so 
long." I concentrated on sucking and licking her clit, 
bringing her to an intense orgasm almost immediately. "I 
want you in me, Mark!  Please, fuck me now! Fuck me 
hard, baby!" She was so wet when I entered her that I 
slid in all the way with one thrust of my hips, bumping 
against her cervix. 

Trying to make it last as long as I could, I set a slow 
pace, pushing all the way in and pulling nearly all the 
way out. Propped up on her elbows, she could see my cock 
sliding smoothly in and out, her pussy lips stretched 
and clinging to my cock like she was trying to hold me 
inside. Our rhythm gradually picked up as we felt our 
climax nearing. 

She circled her arms around my neck and threw her legs 
around my back, heaving her pelvis up to meet every 
thrust of my cock. Our arms locked tightly around each 
other as we lost ourselves in a frenzied, all out, 
passionate fuck. Neither of us could hold back and 
within seconds we both had shattering orgasms, my semen 
filling her up and overflowing around my cock and oozing 
down her ass. 

We stayed locked together as I rolled onto my back 
pulling her on top of me. As we were catching our 
breath, I was a little surprise that my cock stayed hard 
inside her.

She lifted her face and smiled at me, saying, "How was 
that for an appetizer?"

"It's a keeper. I can hardly wait for the main course. 
Did I hear you say you hadn't had sex in a long time?"

"No, I said I hadn't been made love to in a long time. I 
was just his fuck toy. Not the same thing."

Since I didn't need any recovery time I began to slowly 
move my cock up and down in her vagina. "I'll never be 
able to make that up to you but I'll do what I can. How 
would you like a soft, easy fuck?" I rolled her onto her 
back and lifted her leg over my hip, re-entering her 
from the side and giving my hands free access to her 
tits and her sopping wet sex. 

As I fondled and kissed and licked her nipples and 
rubbed her clit, we moved against each other at a 
leisurely pace; no rush of out-of-control passion, just 
a soft, pleasant enjoyment of each other's body, 
sometimes stopping my thrusts entirely as her vaginal 
muscles squeezed and massaged my cock. We made love like 
this for the better part of an hour, with her trembling 
every few minutes from little orgasms and taking short 
respites to hold mine off.

"Cum in me again, Mark! I'm ready now!"

I had been on the edge for so long that it took only a 
few hard thrusts to lift me over the top, emptying 
myself into her. My cock softened but remained inside 
her as she turned onto her side. I massaged her back and 
shoulders and stroked her beautiful long hair as she 
drifted off to sleep.

Two weeks later, I drove her to the airport for her 
flight home. Her shiner was down to a small greenish arc 
under her left eye. Her husband finally took the hint 
when he was served a summons to appear in court for 
assault. According to Lonnie's boss, he packed up and 
left for the west coast after telling the lawyer that he 
wouldn't contest the divorce.

At the passenger drop-off area, she hugged me tightly 
and smiled, saying, "Mark, you are the best friend and 
lover I ever had or ever will have. I envy the woman you 
choose to share your life. I hope you won't mind if I 
call and commiserate from time to time."

I kissed her cheek. "Good bye, Lonnie. Stay close to 
your friends."

END

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