Just for the Night

By Jay Lucas

When man following his girlfriend to the West Coast he discovers that she is not the right girl for him. He has put off medical school and is trying to earn enough money to move and get into medical school at the same time. With saving money, working two jobs as a waiter and a part time contractor have put him months away from achieving his goal. The homelessness on the West Coast cities have increased drastically and he finds himself on a rainy day a bit drunk and thinking about his life and what happened with his ex.

Like most nights, it is about to rain and with the temperatures dropping; it was not a night to be outside. What he did find was a girl willing to give him oral sex for money and a girl that he found undeniably attractive. It was only for a night that he allowed her to stay and only after paying her for oral sex.

It was only supposed to be for one night and he now finds himself helping out Zoey who is a young homeless girl who is willing to trade sex for a place to stay. He didn’t expect to feel attracted to her or that he would not use condoms when having sex either. What he does find is that he develops feelings for her while trying to get himself free of the city and who to handle a girl that also has the same feelings for him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Lucas
• Release date: Feb 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215523803

Jay Lucas

A story teller for interracial, impregnation, romance and hot steamy sex.

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Just For The Night

By Jay Lucas

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18

Romance, Impregnation

I didn't spend too much time with my friends and going out was a big thing for me. Money was always my main concern and the lack of it was a constant drain on my psyche. I recall growing up when my father was alive and thinking my parents could afford anything and everything I wanted. I loved Christmas when I was younger as I knew I got everything that I asked for and then more. My father spoiled me, and I knew it when I was a teenager and yet he still kept me grounded and made sure I knew the value of things as well. I never mistreated my things nor thought less of my smaller gifts as I knew that everything given to me with thought and love. I loved my parents and wanted my father to be proud of me when it came to school. I was always the top of my class as I knew it would pay off later in life so I could be like him to my son when it came to giving gifts.

Drinking too much always made me sad and thinking about bad things along with my money issues was too much for me. I wanted to make my father proud and drinking my worries away was not going to do it. Sometimes I slipped up though and drank too much. I staggered out of the bar saying goodbye to my friends to walk home. It was only two blocks and the city was peaceful at night, although it was really cold and the rain was just about to really come down, but I knew I could make it home.

The sad thoughts of my dad came to me and how he died after I graduated high school. My stepmother Susan tried to take the estate including what my dad left to me. I walked more holding back the anger as I thought back to the court fight and getting what was due to me and spending it all on college and Amy. I think back if I went to a different college, but I knew my father wanted me to go to Notre Dame. It cost me a lot, but I felt so happy that I was going where my father wanted me to go. When I applied for medical school and got in after Notre Dame, I knew he was in heaven smiling that I was doing what he wanted me to do.

With fifty dollars in my pocket until tomorrow and feeling the buzz from the bar still going, I was on my way home. Thinking about money, I knew that once I met my goal for savings, I would be in medical school not caring about this city and would never be coming back. I fucking hated my ex Amy for dragging me to the West Coast and begging me to spend my money on things she wanted. I knew I was weak to her cute face and hot body, but despised how she fucked everyone else too. It was my fault for thinking with my dick and wasting my chance to go to medical school right away.

Anger came to me as I knew I needed to think about something different, but I could not get Amy out of my fucking head now. I knew I loved her big tits and tight ass, but it killed me when I knew she was fucking my boss because he had more money than me, and then admitted that sex with him was better too. So much time and money I spent on her, and I caught her being fucked by my former boss.

Walking fast, I knew I couldn't beat the rain, but then hoped that I could forget about the negative memories this city had. I imagined myself a year from now in medical school far away from this cesspool of a city and its riots. I wanted nothing more than to finish what I started and imagine my father being proud that I became a doctor like him.

Turning to my block, I saw a nice restaurant with its lights on and then turned to see a homeless person right at the door. I then saw the door open and as I stepped closer, I could see it was a young-looking girl. She had her hand on the door opening it for the people leaving in hopes that they would give her some money. As I got close enough, I saw that she looked really young, and I wondered if she was a runaway cause she looked so young.

The girl had a hoodie on, and I could only see her face quickly and from what I could tell, she was young and had big oval brown eyes that seemed to pierce through me. As the door opened more, I saw two ladies walking out and then look at the girl on the ground holding the door. You ain’t getting nothing from me.

The homeless girl said nothing, and I waited for the other two women exiting the restaurant to pass before walking on. When I did look at the girl, I could see desperation in her face. The rain was picking up and the cold breeze was stinging. Snow was only a week away and the freezing rain felt worse than snow too.

I never gave money to the homeless as they were like cockroaches to me, and the city was swarming with them. Something about her eyes just hit me though and I couldn't help but look at them as they cried out to me. She then noticed me staring and looked up. She then asked in a soft non-confrontational tone, What are you looking at?

My willpower was gone and the buzz from drinking screamed why not. I reached for my wallet and then could see her eyes beaming at me that I was not one of the bad guys. I only had two twenties and a ten though and was not about to give her a bill higher than a five. As I flipped through to see if I did have a smaller bill, she stood up