An Unexpected Visit

It was with a significant amount of confusion that Jacob peered through the peephole of his front door at an attractive woman wearing a T&h;shirt and cargo pants. A slightly&h;overweight, friendless, black man who was still a virgin at age 32, he had retired early and splurged on an 800&h;square&h;foot house with two bedrooms and two bathrooms, where he lived alone. He could not recall any reason for Sarah, an East Asian acquaintance from high school and college who appeared to be as rail&h;thin as ever, to be visiting him.

But he couldn&a;t recall any reason to turn her away, either, so he unlocked and opened the door. “Uh, hello, Sarah. What brings you here?”

The woman smiled winningly at him. “Well, Jacob, I realized that I was a bit mean to you in college, so I thought I should apologize. Can I come in?”

Jacob blinked in confusion. He didn&a;t recall receiving any meanness at all from her. But he guessed it would only help to hear her out. “Sure.” He stepped back and out of the way, and she entered his house.

Jacob sat down at the eight&h;foot&h;by&h;four&h;foot folding table that dominated the small house&a;s combination living/dining room. Sarah followed suit across from him and continued speaking. “More specifically: I&a;m sure you remember what you called a ‘pseudo&h;friendship’.”

“Yes, of course,” Jacob responded. They had attended the same high school and been laboratory partners in physics class (but never friends), then gone to separate colleges. But, later, during senior year of college, out of the blue, Sarah had contacted Jacob by text. They had carried on a “pseudo&h;friendship” invented by Jacob, in which they would exchange questions and answers in roughly equal ratio. (It was widely suspected that Jacob had a mild mental disability on the “autism spectrum”, but he had never been officially diagnosed with such a disability. Certainly, if the disability did exist, it hadn&a;t stopped him from getting a job lucrative enough to support a very early retirement.)

Sarah continued. “As I said all those years ago, I got in contact with you during college because I&a;d had a dream about you, and then you started the pseudo&h;friendship. After something like a year, I got tired of it and cut it off. You made some attempts to restart it, but I wasn&a;t interested.”

Jacob nodded.

“Well, a few months ago, I actually started dreaming about you again!” Sarah continued. “But these new dreams were kind of scary. It would just be an ordinary dream, and then you would show up, with obvious signs of suicide—hanged or shot in the head or foaming at the mouth in what looked like your own house.”

Jacob blinked a few times in astonishment.

“Of course, after getting two or three of these dreams I was very concerned. So I looked up your address and came here, just to make sure: you aren&a;t thinking of suicide or anything, right?”

“No!” Jacob shook his head emphatically. “I was diagnosed with depression a few years ago, but my escape plan was always to merely quit my job and wait for the symptoms to recede—definitely not suicide at age 30, with fifty years of relaxation ahead of me.”

“Was this depression caused by my ending the pseudo&h;friendship?”

“I don&a;t think so. The depression started six years after that. And I was a little torn up about the end of the pseudo&h;friendship, but I certainly didn&a;t consider it to count as ‘being mean’.”

“Well!” Sarah smiled even harder and looked down at the table. “That certainly lifts some weight from my shoulders.”

There was silence for several seconds.

Jacob fidgeted. “So, was that all you came here for?”

“Not quite.” Sarah looked up again, back to her original winning&h;but&h;not&h;brilliant smile. “Even if you don&a;t think I was mean, I do. So I think I&a;m obligated to make it up to you.”

She stood up from the table, unbuckled her belt, and let her cargo pants slide to the floor.

Jacob stared, slackjawed, his penis hardening in his jeans, as she proceeded to remove her T&h;shirt as well. “Uh… I think you&a;re overreacting by about ten thousand percent here! I definitely never thought you owed me sex or anything. You don&a;t even owe me friendship or pseudo&h;friendship! Have you thought this all the way through?”

“I&a;ve been thinking it through for the past month.” Sarah walked around the table and stood next to Jacob&a;s chair, still smiling, wearing nothing but panties and pasties. (Her breasts apparently were small enough that she didn&a;t see a need for a brassiere.) “If my dreams turn out to come true, and you kill yourself because you suddenly change your mind and feel slighted by me, I don&a;t want that hanging over my head for the rest of my life. So I&a;ll just fuck you once, and write off any karmic debt that may or may not exist here. Now, where is your bed? And I&a;m on birth control, so we can do it raw.”

Jacob swallowed. “I sleep in a loft bed, but I&a;ve got an ordinary bed set up in the second bedroom, so I guess that&a;ll be more convenient.”

He led Sarah into the second bedroom, and sat down on the side of the twin XL bed. Sarah sat beside him and laid her arm across his shoulders.

Jacob shivered. This seemed like an extremely unlikely course of events, but he wasn&a;t inclined to look this gift horse in the mouth. “So, do you want to take the lead, or—”

Sarah chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I&a;ll take the lead. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed face&h;up.”

Jacob obeyed quickly, throwing his clothes into a pile at the foot of the bed. When he was done, Sarah finally peeled off her pasties, threw her panties aside, and straddled Jacob&a;s waist.

“Like what you see?” Sarah laughed at Jacob&a;s flabbergasted expression.

“Of course.” Jacob marveled at Sarah&a;s body. She was a bit skinnier than what he would call absolutely ideal, with hardly any breasts or buttocks, but she still rated very highly (easily five stars out of five) among all the women with whom he had interacted in his life. She had shaved her pubic area, and the straight, black hair on her head came down to her nipples.

He reached up to rub her visible ribcage, but she giggled and slapped his hand away. “Stop it, that tickles! I&a;m here for sex, not a massage.” And she raised herself up, guided his penis underneath her vagina, and lowered herself back down.

Jacob decided that the tight, warm, slimy feeling of Sarah&a;s vagina felt quite nice. He let out a few involuntary groans as she deepened her posture, placed her hands on the bed next to his upper body, and rocked back and forth on his penis. It probably took just five minutes for him to cum, but it felt significantly longer than that.

It was obvious that Sarah could tell Jacob had reached orgasm. She smiled angelically down on him, her pale skin flushed from exertion, as he came inside her vagina. She waited for a few more seconds, and then clambered off of him.

As she started to put on her panties again, Jacob raised himself to one arm. “Wait! Aren&a;t I supposed to make sure that you orgasm too?”

Still smiling, Sarah shook her head. “Not this time, Jacob. I&a;m here to settle a debt, not to incur new ones. When you think of me, I just want you to remember that I have been a net positive for you, not a net negative.” And, ignoring Jacob&a;s further half&h;hearted protestations, she finished getting dressed, and walked through the front door and out of Jacob&a;s life.