The Bad Girl Worth the Risk

Zoe was the kind of woman my mother warned me about.

She was the wrong person at the wrong time, but, goddamn was she wild.

Zoe ghosted me after our first date, but I had often thought back on it. Never once did I expect her to resurface in my life, especially because so many things about our first date were odd.

First, we matched on a dating app, which was a rare occurrence for me (and for her, I later learned). Aside from her eye-catching thirst trap photos, but bio was funny and sarcastic. She looked like she had a dark side. Color me interested.

I opened with a bold comment about wanting to see those fishnets in person, and that led to banter and us getting breakfast together that weekend. Yeah, who'd have thought? Another morning person. The second weird thing.

For once, I met someone who actually looked thinner in-person than in her photos online. Zoe wore red running shorts and a simple gray t-shirt. Her shoulder length, dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail. It was quite the difference from the black leather, red lace, and almost intimidating sexuality of her profile, but she was still cute.

She looked like she hadn't slept, but she put on a fake smile for me anyway, but I wrote it off as: THIS WOMAN NEEDS COFFEE STAT!

People warm up to me quickly. Once she had a cup of coffee in her, I started cracking jokes and being my usual self. I could tell Zoe was getting more comfortable with me, but something was weighing her down. I could see it in her eyes, but I wasn't going to pry on a first date. It seemed like the kind of thing that would come out on its own.

Our conversation went well, even if she was a bit guarded. In early dating, I wait for a woman to swear before I do. Before I knew it, we were both cursing "the system" and the fucked up government and all that. Zoe started leaning into some dark jokes, and, when realizing I didn't shy away whatsoever, she turned it up a few notches. In no time, we were both cackling.

Then the weather soured. The rain was proceeded by cold wind, and we were sitting outside. Although I was dressed for the weather, I could tell she was freezing in her shorts and t-shirt. I handed the server my card before Zoe had a chance to get her wallet out. Zoe looked shocked.

"What? This okay?" I asked not really caring for her response. I was paying regardless. Not as a power move but as a custom.

"I have literally never once had a man pay for a date." My jaw dropped. "The last guy just waited for me to pay for him. The fucker didn't even reach for his wallet."

I didn't know what the state of the dating world was or why men would ever expect a woman to pay, but I shrugged it off. I noticed then that something changed in her eyes. There was a little more life and softness in her gaze, but there was still that lingering shadow.

"I asked you out, so I pay. That's the deal."

Zoe hesitated a moment, then said, "Do you want to come smoke a joint in my car? I don't buy cheap shit."

I was surprised she wanted to continue talking, but I enjoyed it so far. Although I wasn't really feeling a connection due to her feeling so closed off, I was happy to smoke some good weed after a big breakfast.

As I followed her out back, my immediately turned sexual. A tryst in her black SUV. Rain pounding on the roof. Smoke and sex steam up the windows. The faint sound of our moans escape through the crack in the window. Sweat and desire.

I shook the dirty thoughts from my mind and hopped in. She clearly felt safe with me, since who else invites a man to her car on a first date, right? That sense of my own security slipped just a second later.

"Just so you know, I have a gun," Zoe said when we got in. The doors locked.

.*Jeeeesus fucking Christ.*

I laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, but is it a cool gun?" That's what matters most."

"Depends. Do you find hollow points cool?"

Zoe pulled the.45 from the driver's side door and jiggled it, without aiming it my way. She had a wicked smile on her face right now, which the dark rinks around her eyes made more intimidating. Although my butthole was puckered, I played it off. She *had* to be fucking with me.

"Damn, I was kinda hoping it was pink. You seem like you're really into pink things.'

"Fuck you." She punched me in the arm. If I know one thing about women, the arm-punch was a green light. She tucked the gun away in the door. "But I think you're a cool dude. I'm not worried."

"At least I had a good last meal. I could die with a belly full of bacon and eggs."

Zoe tried held up a finger as if saying, *Don't make me do it.*

She pulled out an ounce of the most beautiful purple buds I'd ever seen. She gave me a whiff from the bag.

"Ooh, that's dank. You weren't kidding. You have really good taste." I gave her a playful wink. My hand touched her fingers that held the bag. She tried to hide a smile and rolled her eyes again.

One hit turned into two, and two turned into us getting as high as fuck, talking for four hours. We shared our life stories, hopes, dreams and disappointments. She finally opened up about what had been plaguing her. Her family fucked her over and then disowned her. She lost out on her life savings and felt abandoned by everyone.

*There it is,* I had thought. *That's the look in her eyes. She's lonely and feels cheated. Who wouldn't be upset?*

I finally crawled out of her car around noon and made my way home. Although I still didn't feel a romantic connection, I felt like I had been there for someone who needed it. A new friend.

I texted her the following week, and her response was brief.

*I got into some shit. Moving back home, then disappearing.*

I knew back home was out-of-state, so I figured that was the last I'd heard from her. While it didn't bother me too much, it was only one date after all, I still felt a bit sad. We clicked in a weird way. I felt comfortable around her, gun and all, and now she was alone. It very well could have been my bad instincts of being attracted to the wrong woman.

*Shit, she was going back into the hornet's nest without any support. That sucks.*

And that, I thought, was that.

# #

Almost a year had passed. I had deleted and re-installed every dating app all over again. I was fresh out of a short-term relationship and dealing with a stressful career, so I wasn't at my best. That's when I saw Zoe pop up on the app.

"No fucking way!" I murmured aloud to myself. I scrolled through my phone and found I had kept her number. I have a general rule to delete someone's number after a date if either or both of us don't express interest. It's a good way to avoid gooning like an incel.

I bounced back and forth if and what to text her, and finally settled on the friendly approach:

Me: Hey, I saw you on (dating app). If you're back in town, let's catch up and smoke!

Zoe: Holy shit

Zoe: ngl I totally forgot about you.

Zoe: Not to be a dick. Sorry. I'm dealing with some shit right now.

Me: What's going on?

Zoe: Clearing out my storage unit in town and moving again in a week. Living out of my car until then.

Me: Fuck. Never mind. I don't want to smell you then.

Zoe: lol. Fuck you.

Me: Sounds like you could use a hot meal and a shower.

Me: Don't worry, I'll remove the camera in the bathroom first.

She didn't respond for several hours, but I kept glancing down at my phone, curious as to how she'd respond.

Zoe: You don't have to do that

Me: I know. I'm just that wonderful.

This felt like a bad idea. She's effectively a homeless stranger with a gun, and I was inviting her into my house. *What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't really even know her! Jesus, she was living out of her car. I'm not even that attracted to her. I just like her company.*

Yet, that date had stuck with me all this time.

I don't know why I do this to myself. I guess it's because my heart breaks for people who are hurting, especially those with no family. She sounded like she could use a friend, and I could be that for her at least. It was just a dinner, right?

I begged my roommate and his girlfriend to stay for dinner since I didn't know what to expect. Since the two of them combined had culinary skills of a blind cow, they readily accepted.

Zoe got in the shower while I cooked, which gave me enough time to give my roommate a brief rundown. The drama absolutely *thrilled* him, so he was fair game to watch some crazy woman have dinner. I left the part out about the gun, which she thankfully didn't bring into the house.

Dinner went fine. Conversation was a bit awkward and halting. Zoe seemed reluctantly happy and calm. My roommate was anything but inconspicuous. He kept texting me how she was totally into me. I read his messages, rolled my eyes, and ignored them.

Now, it was towards the end of fall and had started getting pretty cold at night. I felt bad for Zoe, who was physically and emotionally drained for some of the drama that had been unfolding in her life.

I washed my sheets and gave her my room for the night, since sleeping out of her car when it was 17 degrees (F) was absurd. She insisted that she take the sofa, and I sleep in my own bed. I refused, saying the least I could do is offer her a good night's sleep ad a hot meal.

**###SEXY TIMES###**

Zoe and I went for a late night drive and smoked another joint. We ended up sitting in her car by a park and talking until nearly midnight.

When we got back, I had pulled out some spare pillows and a blanket for me to take the couch so she could have my bed, but she would have none of it. She refused to let me take the sofa, and I was too tired to argue any further.

Zoe stood at maybe 5'6" with straight black hair down her shoulders. She had an almost too thin frame with long, tanned legs that were toned from running. Her petite frame made her C-cup breasts look even bigger, especially in her white tank top.

I settled in for the night and told her to come into my room to wake me if she needed anything else. Not five minutes later I heard the door creak open and felt her slight weight on the bed beside me. Her bare legs against mine sent a jolt of excitement through me.

"Thank you for taking care of me today. You're genuinely a nice guy," she said in my ear. I rolled to face her, but I could barely make out her vibrant white smile and the flash of her eyes in the darkness.

"That is the cringeist thing you've ever said to me. A *nice* guy? Ugh." I rested my hand on her hip. And she adjusted so her arms were tucked up against my chest. I flashed her a smile, but I was unsure if she could see it. She could certainly pick up the playfulness in my voice.

"Shut the fuck up, you asshole," I felt her soft lips press against mine, but they were strained with a smile. We both knew why she was here, sneaking into my bed at night. But I always held back not out of trepidation but to play, to make a woman want it even more.

We kissed for the first time in absolute darkness. It was innocent and gentle. She wasn't sure if I wanted her. I wasn't sure either, but I leaned into it. Zoe smelled so good after her shower, and her warm body pressing against mine was too much temptation to resist.

Earlier that evening, I had imagined what she looked like as she washed herself down. Listening to the running water from the living room made my mind wander. Water trailing down her tanned, tone body. Nipples erect as she rubbed the soap all over. Filling her mouth up with warm water and spitting it out...

When Zoe draped her leg over mine and pressed her hips against me, I was done. I immediately grew hard against her stomach. I slipped my hand beneath her tank top to the small of her back to pull her in. Zoe moaned into my mouth with a satisfied sigh.

That first touch - placing my fingers somewhere I can only do in an intimate way - was electric. I wanted to be inside of her immediately, but I held back to revel in this moment.

Zoe immediately reached for my boxers and started stroking. I kissed her shoulder, up her neck and nibbled on her ear.

"I need you, Brad," she admitted. She was not the vulnerable type, so hearing her say it was more submissive than I thought she was capable of being.

"I'm going to make you cum first," I whispered in my smooth baritone voice. It felt corny to say and doubted it would work, but I had apparently poured the right amount of sexual desire into those words. I felt her legs open slightly as she moaned into me chest.

I rolled her onto her side facing away from me and slid my hand across her hip and down the front of her shorts. Her legs opened for me naturally, so I slipped my fingers beneath and began to touch her pelvis. I whispered the filthiest things in her ear I could imagine.

"I've been thinking about touching you since I first saw you in those fishnets online. I wanted to bend you over, rip a hole wide enough for me, and fuck you until I came. See it dripping down your thighs, and take a picture for later..."

She sucked in a short breath as my finger found her clit. I sunk my teeth into her shoulder, and followed it up with a hot breath on her neck.

Zoe wasn't clean shaven down there like most women. Instead, she had a neat crop of hair, a little longer than I expected. Surprisingly, it turned me on to feel the damp hair tangled in my fingers as I sought out her wet lips.

"When we were sitting in your car earlier, all I could think about was wanting you to climb into my lap and making out like horny teenagers. I wanted to feel you grind against me until you couldn't take it anymore."

I was never sure if I was good at dirty talk, but Zoe let out a soft, cute little squeak to affirm that she loved it. As my fantasies took root in her mind, she pressed her ass back against me to rub against my firm erection. I adjusted myself so it was perfectly pressed between her cheeks.

"I was thinking of you sliding down the seat between my legs and taking my cock in your mouth. Did you see I was hard for you earlier? Did you notice in the darkness?"

"Mmhmm," she barely managed to say. She reached her hand back and touched me. "I saw your bulge... then I saw it in your eyes that you wanted me."

"That's right. I was fantasizing about you swallow every. Last. Inch.,, of me." With each word, I thrust a finger inside of her to accentuate my point. "I was hoping a passerby would walk by, confused, when they heard me moaning your name. And you'd be there, hidden and on your knees, sucking me until I cum down your throat. Then, with my cum dripping down your chin, I wanted you to crawl back in my lap again and kiss me deeply, slowly."

Zoe found the fly of my boxers and pulled me free. Her cool, delicate fingers closed around the shaft, and she began stroking me to prepare me for her. I later learned that she was trying to measure my thickness with her hand and got a little nervous when she first touched me.

"I was thinking about how hot it would be for you to strip for me in quickly in the car and ride me in the front seat," I said. Zoe moaned again, and this time, my middle finger penetrated her. She felt so tight that I was concerned we wouldn't be able to fuck.

"My mind kept wandering at the thought of you crawling into my lap... the chill air outside and our body heat inside fogging up the windows and masking your breasts as they bounced for me. Outside, a silhouette of lustful need. You'd be so tight for me as you pushed down on my cock, accepting me into you."

"Oh, Fuck, Brad. Please don't stop..."

I kept touching Zoe in slow, deliberate motions while I whispered these things in her ear. She stopped stroking me and rested her hand on my thigh as she got closer and closer to the edge. I snaked my other hand beneath her to play with her nipples and was surprised to find them pierced.

"Oh, you are a bad girl."

Zoe moaned, and I kept painting a picture about steaming up her car: How she would have fed me her breasts one by one so I got to taste each nipple. How she'd look me in the eyes as she stuffed herself with my bare cock. How we would have cum together and collapsed in a sweaty mess.

That's when she came. My words and my fingers pushed her over the edge, and with my arm wrapped around her, I held her close. I didn't stop sliding my finger into her. I kept doing the exact same movement over and over and over as she trembled and shook.

A scream welled up in her and that needed just as much a release, so she grabbed a pillow and buried her face into it. The pillow absorbed her unintelligible moans. In that moment, I didn't give two shits if my roommate could hear her. She needed this.

A dam had burst, flooding her valley with warmth. Of all the women I've slept with, never have I felt the need of an orgasm. Not desire but desperate, cloying need for relief.

In that moment, Zoe needed that orgasm more than air. It shattered her.

She clutched onto that pillow for dear life, her raspy voice muffled by the pillow. Her pussy tightened around my finger so much I thought I might lose it.

I smiled and kissed her shoulder, holding her close as she rode her high. Zoe shook with a pleasure that she hadn't felt in years, she later confessed. My hand was soaking wet.

She reached back and took my cock in her small hand once again. She pulled me closer by my member and rubbed the tip against her wetness.

"Condom?" I gasped as my tip pressed against her.

"I trust you... I want to feel you," Zoe said over her shoulder. "Just don't cum in me. I'm not on the pill."

I've never walked around with big dick syndrome, but I definitely knew I was going to stretched that poor girl out. For the first time in my life, I wouldn't fit. We tried to keep that intimate spooning position. Neither of us wanted to break away.

"I'm really tight. I haven't done this in a while. - "

"I can tell..."

I tried teasing her with the tip and circling her clit with my fingers to get her to relax, but Zoe was simply too tight. I rolled her onto her stomach and got behind her. She pushed her ass back towards me to present her tight pussy to me - a dark plume of hair obscuring her entrance.

My tip touched her again, and no matter how hard we tried, I couldn't get past the tip. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her when she was feeling this good.

I asked her if I should stop. In reply, she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. That got us about an inch.

"Just shove it in," she said in playful frustration.

I tried to go slowly for her sake, but in the end, I had to do as she asked. I shoved inside about halfway, and she gasped in pain and pleasure. It was uncomfortable for both of us, so I held myself there, deep and warm, as her body began to adjust to me.

Zoe let go of hip and gripped the bed sheets with both hands. Her face turned back into the pillow as I penetrated her for the first time. I could feel she was tense, so I entwined my fingers in hers and held her for another minute.

"Please fuck me," she begged.

Zoe could barely speak, nearly breathless, as we moved in silent unison. I sunk my teeth into her shoulder and braced myself on either side of her. I kept trying to go slow, but she wanted more. She *wanted* to be stretched, to feel the pain... to be fucked.

I obliged.

My hips met her tiny runner's ass again and again. I snaked a hand under her to play with her pierced nipples again and feel the weight of her heavy beasts in my palm. I loved touching her whole body and feeling her squirm beneath me as we pleasured one another.

I grabbed her chin and turned her face towards me so I could kiss her. It was tender and sweet, her lips soft and warm. She melted beneath me.

It took only a few minutes for Zoe to come again. She raised her head in a silent scream as I held her wrists down and fucked her from behind. She surrendered. The bad girl persona was gone. In its place,

After a while, the intensity of going inside of her bareback became too much to handle. I pulled out and painted her toned back with my cum. It shot up to nearly touch her hair, which I was glad to have avoided. She laid there with labored breathing while I cleaned her up.

Neither of us knew what to say, so we said nothing. I crawled back into bed, and she pulled my arm around her again to be my little spoon. She needed that comfort, that safety, for a night, so we held one another as we faded into the realm of dreams.

# # #

In the morning, I awoke to find Zoe smiling at me and watching me sleep. I closed my eyes again but couldn't help but smile.

"What are you lookin' at, weirdo?" I rolled away from her, wanting to sleep in. Instead, I felt her arm on my chest pulling me back.

"Can I suck your cock?" I blinked in surprise and rolled back towards her. She gave me an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry. I'm such a dork. I just... last night was... I haven't done that in a long time. Nobody's made me cum like that in years, and I want to suck your cock as a thank you."

"Thank me? We both came last night. You don't need to thank me. The pleasure was mutual," I said.

But she kept looking at me, waiting for an answer. The edgy, sassy look she usually wore on her face was replaced by something much softer. Her fingers danced around the hem of my boxers.

"Well, I'm definitely not going to stop you!" I could already feel blood rushing to my cock, making it swell instantly.

"Yeah?" Zoe said with a smile, that bad girl playfulness returning to her eyes. A beautiful smile split her face - a genuine smile. She wiggled closer beneath the covers as her hand slid into my underwear.

"If we lived together, I would literally suck your cock every day if you treated me like you did last night. I'd make you cum any time you wanted it." The timbre of her voice changed as she said this. it wasn't quite dirty talk. It felt different, more genuine. Like she wanted to give just as much as I did.

I was somewhat surprised by this, and I think it showed on my face. *Was that embarrassment I just saw?*

In response, she quickly shut up and pressed me flat on my back and straddled my lap, just as I had told her I was fantasizing about. Making a show of things, Zoe peeled off her shirt and let her breasts hang out on display. Her smile turned a little evil when she saw me staring.

"I like that they're pierced. It's hot!" I said, reaching forward to touch them again. My thumb traced a lazy circle around one of her piercings.

"Eh, they're alright. Just wish they were perkier," she said while touch them somewhat self-consciously.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hands, pulling them away from my view. It was the golden hour, and the sun peeked through my blinds to leave sunny stripes across her curves.

"You're beautiful. You know that, right?"

The naughty look on her face melted into a genuine smile. I swear to this day I saw her eyes water a little bit, but she'd never admit to it if they had.

Zoe brushed off my hands and leaned down to kiss me. It was brief, tender. She lifted her chest up and placed one of her nipples in my mouth. My hands brushed her sides as I sucked and relished her taste. Her searching hand found my lower half, and she made me take off my boxers.

This is what I love most about switches in the bedroom. The changing power dynamics gives both partners a chance for control, which creates a different sort of craving for each of us. It was like the give and take a married couple intimately familiar with one another might have in the bedroom. And right now, she wanted to give.

Zoe smiled again at the look on my face as she sat up and teased my cock. She leaned forward to give me one more kiss, stopping only to bite my shoulder, before crawling down my body and taking me into her mouth.

I hadn't gotten a blowjob in years, and she was eager to thank me for last night. I didn't think I did anything special. I just helped someone in need and made them dinner, which didn't seem a big deal. However, I wasn't going to stop her from reciprocating like this.

Zoe kissed up the side of my shaft and traced her tongue around the tip. A moment later, she pressed her nose to my stomach as she took my entire length down her throat.

I was not prepared for this. It became quite clear that she knew how to give head, and she took her time with it. She seemed to enjoy it, looking up at me with a smile every few minutes.

But the more she tasted me, the hornier she became. After a while, she crawled up my chest to kiss me. Her lips wet and a little salty.

Without saying another word, she reached down between her legs and guided me inside of her again, raw. Her pussy was more prepared this time - still tight but manageable and very wet. The feeling of natural sex without the barrier of a condom was so much more intimate and trusting.

Zoe rode me slowly just focused on giving me the utmost pleasure. She kept leaning forward to put one of her breasts in my mouth. It didn't take me long until I was ready to cum.

I cupped her cheek and looked in her soft, brown eyes. The bad girl was gone. This woman was someone else entirely.

"I'm really close, Zoe."

"Yes, fuck yes. I want to swallow it. Please cum in my mouth."

Zoe slid down and took me between her soft lips once more. This time, she didn't break eye contact with me.

She pumped me steadily with one hand and massaged my balls in the other. Her grip tightened, and Zoe opened her mouth wide to take my cum.

"Cum in my mouth, Brad."

I love it when a woman asks for it and immediately erupted. The first shot painted a white streak on her perfectly pink tongue. Smiling, she quickly closed her lips around the tip and pumped me faster. Then, without warning, she went all the way down, deep throating me as I came in her.

My hips bucked. I couldn't help but thrust my cock upward into her velvety mouth.

"Oh, god. Oh fuck, please..." I gasped. My hands gripped the headboard above me. Thrusting up into her and giving up control, giving her a piece of my love, I emptied myself in her.

Zoe kept me in her mouth until she was sure I was done climaxing. After a moment, her sweet, dorky smile greeted me, and she stuck out her tongue to show me her prize. While trying to be naughty, that almost innocent, loving look crossed her face again as she swallowed my cum.

Part of me thought she just enjoyed giving head, but there was something else there--something that told me this was an act of love. Because she *liked* me.

That brief, sweet moment was gone as quickly as it came. Zoe flashed her succubus smile, the bad girl persona taking over again. She *knew that* any man would like to see a shy woman become a little slutty. I've always wondered if it was an act or not.

"Did I do good, Daddy?" She scrunched her shoulders to press her breasts together, giving me a show. I smiled with that half-drunk look of utter satisfaction on my face.

"Alright, there's two things I don't want you to call me: 'nice guy' or 'Daddy.'"

"Asshole," Zoe said with a smile.

"Make that three things."

Zoe playfully slapped my leg and crawled up my body to press her naked skin against mine. She gave me a gentle, wet kiss before laying her head on my chest.

I held her close. My fingers drew shapes on her back. We dozed off again together like that. As I lay there, I felt like nothing else in the world mattered: not her past, her future, or mine. We escaped this crazy life for a moment to enjoy raw, unfiltered pleasure together.

Zoe was gone later that day, and I didn't hear from her again. She knew would never see me again, so she gave us one last, pleasurable memory together. For a night, she left behind her troubles and an unforgettable evening.

I'll never know the full extent of the demons she was running from, or if those emotions I saw on her face, however briefly, were real. But I'm glad we both were able to enjoy solace together and escape. It almost made me forget about the gun.

I just hope she's doing okay.

(Author's note: Thanks for reading! If you liked this, please feel free to send me fan mail, constructive feedback, grammatical errors I should fix, or just to flirt.)