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Thrice Rescued

... fallen asleep in front of the TV. I'll get you some towels and a washcloth."

"I'm not going to put you out of your own bed. We can share. I trust you not to try to take advantage of me. After all, we're both foster kids and we've both probably shared a bed before."

Vera did have a point, although it had been a long time since I'd shared a bed with anyone except a hook-up. And there hadn't been any of them for almost a year, between my recovery from my injuries and the first semester of college. But if she was willing, I was willing. "Who knows?" I told myself. "Maybe we can be more than just friends."

I helped her move her stuff into my bedroom, cleared a drawer and some closet space for her clothes and welcomed her to Chez Davie. Our first night was a bit awkward. I'd been accustomed to sprawling all over the double bed, something that wouldn't work with Vera sharing it. I didn't own any pajamas, generally sleeping in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. That wasn't going to work either, so I went to bed in a pair of sweatpants over my boxers. Vera must have had a great deal of faith in my sense of self-restraint because she popped out of the bathroom in t-shirt and a skimpy pair of shorts. From the bounce under the t-shirt, it was clear there was nothing on underneath. I was hard before she even hit the bed.

I tried. I really did. I started the night rolled over on the edge of the bed facing away from Vera. I don't know when or how it happened, but by morning I was ...

... rolled over and spooning her, with my arm draped over her hugging her close to me with my hand on her breast. When I awoke, I was hard as a rock and poking into her ass.

Apparently, Vera had been awake for a while. "I'm so sorry," I told her. "I didn't mean to be a pervert."

Vera laughed. "Don't worry about it. It's nice having someone cuddle up to me. I don't think I've ever just snuggled with someone before. I could get used to this." And with that, she rolled over, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me, morning breath and all.

I wasn't prepared for that, or for what followed. Without so much as a "by your leave" Vera sat up and pulled her t-shirt off over her head, tossing it onto the floor beside her. Then she rolled over on top of me and resumed our kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I was tempted. I mean really, really tempted, to follow where she was leading, but at the last minute, virtue triumphed (at least for the moment) over vice. I pushed her away and said, "Vera, you don't have to do this. I'm your friend. I'm not looking to have you repay me for crashing here by sleeping with me. I won't do this unless you are serious about our having a relationship. I'm not going to blow our friendship over a quick hookup. I really like you. I'd love for us to be more than friends. But we are not going to be fuck buddies or a one-night stand. You mean too much to me for us to do something like that."

I knew from my foster care days that a lot of foster care ...