You Got a Friend

Wintertime in New York City, can be pretty brutal; especially, for the homeless. I found this out for myself the hard way, when I moved to New York, from my hometown in Jersey. It was January of 2011 and I had been in a bit of a rush, to get away from what I would consider a pretty toxic family.

I had been raised by a pair of extreme Christians, who taught me that pretty much everything I could possibly do in life, was a sin and that no matter what, I was damned to hell, if I did not follow their rules. That meant no girlfriends, no music, not hanging out with friends unless they went to the same church as us...no nothing. It was a pretty boring childhood, needless to say.

I had wanted to leave, the second that I turned eighteen years old. Of course that never happened, because my folks' guilt tripped me into staying with them. I graduated high school and they convinced me somehow, that I wasn't ready for the real world. I guess back then my self-esteem really wasn't that high. It took me until the age of 21-years old, to finally decide that I was done with their bull shit. I wanted out of that lifestyle and I wanted to be out on my own, to be a normal human being. The perfect place to start fresh in my opinion, was the big city.

Rushing right into it though, I hadn't really come up with any kind of a plan. I left in the middle of the night and caught a bus, without even telling anyone in my family that I was going.

I had no family members in New York, no friends at all, no one to help me get settled in and most of all...no one to crash with until I could get on my feet. All I had was $50.00 in cash and that wasn't very much. I spent the first three nights on the streets and found out, that this was a lot more difficult than I originally thought. By the fourth night, I found myself staying in a homeless shelter; that would be the only night, I did that.

The shelter I stayed at was pretty shitty. Practically every other guy that was there, seemed like they were either drunk or stoned. There were people getting into fights and robbing each other, leading to them being tossed back out on the streets. I'm pretty sure one guy tried to touch me in my sleep but, he ran off when I woke up. It felt more like a prison, then a shelter.

So back on the streets, I went.

After nearly two weeks in the City, I was still in the same situation I had been in, since I first arrived. Only now, I was starting to feel a lot less confident in myself. Now, I was actually starting to consider going home. My parents would likely take me back but, not before pointing their fingers in my face and saying "I told you so" about a hundred times. I really wasn't willing to deal with any of that shit and I guess that's what kept me, from getting back on a bus and going home.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and temperatures were in the lower thirties. The forecast said, there was a pretty bad storm rolling in that night and the city had already declared a state of emergency. That being said, anyone found sleeping on the streets would be arrested. Everyone was encouraged to find a shelter, if they did not have anywhere to go; there's no way, I was going back to one of those places. What was I going to do? Honestly, I had absolutely no idea. Part of me hoped that I'd end up in the back of a cop car, because sitting in a jail cell would be better than a homeless shelter, in my opinion.

I was crossing the street in search of a place with a bathroom, that might be open to the public. Yet another problem that came with being homeless. If you're self-conscious like I am, it's hard to take a leak in an alleyway without being paranoid as hell. I spotted a small dive bar on the corner, and decided to take my chances there. It was called "Lisa's Pub." I could only hope that they wouldn't make me buy something, just to use the bathroom. I only had about three dollars in my wallet...that might be enough for a soda or maybe one beer, if need be.

I stepped through the door and into the bar, to find that it was rather empty. Not too surprising, considering it was only just past twelve thirty in the afternoon. There was a pool table in the corner and a dart board hanging from the wall, across from the table. Standing behind the counter was a woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties, with long curly black hair. Her arms were covered in sleeves of tattoo's and she was wearing a Guns N Roses t-shirt. She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway and offered a friendly smile. "Can I help you?"

"Do you have a bathroom, that I can use?"

"Customers only; you gotta buy something."

Wonderful, I thought to myself. I had to go just bad enough though, that I was going to give her the last three dollars I had in my wallet. I ordered a beer and handed her the money, rushing into the bathroom as she prepared my drink.

When I returned from the bathroom, I sat down on one of the bar stools and sighed heavily. The bartender set my beer down right in front of me, and I picked it up to take a sit. I had to admit, it was quite refreshing.

I looked up at the woman and she smiled again. "So, you new in the area? I've never seen you," she said, looking curious.

"Uh...y-yeah, pretty much. I just moved here from New Jersey."

"Oh yeah? How you liking it, so far?"

I scoffed, shrugged my shoulders and took another sip of my beer. I could lie and say that it was awesome but, something told me this lady would see right through that.

"It's not quite what I expected."

"You seem disappointed," she laughed.

"I am," I admitted. "More in myself though, then the city. I came here without any sort of a plan and...well...I've been sleeping on the damn streets, ever since I arrived."

Her smile faded and suddenly, she was reaching for a shot glass and pouring me some Jack Daniels.

"It's on me," she said, as she handed me the shot.

"Thanks..."

I wasn't too much of a drinker, really. Being twenty-one years old, I was allowed to buy alcohol but coming from the background that I had, drinking wasn't really allowed in my parents home. Sure, I had drank a couple of beers here and there when I had the opportunity. I didn't have much experience with hard liquor though.

Still, I threw the shot back and cringed, my whole body trembling as a chill ran down my spine. I washed the bitter taste away with a long sip of my beer, and sighed in relief. The bartender laughed at me. "Not a big drinker, huh?"

"You could say that," I laughed.

"I'm Lisa, by the way."

I hadn't really expected an exchanging of names but, I wasn't opposed to it either. "I'm Alex."

It wasn't until a few moments after I gave my name, that I realized...I was talking to the owner of this bar. Lisa was the name of the bar. "You own this place?"

"That is correct," Lisa said, stepping back and opening up the freezer to grab me a fresh beer. "This one is also on me."

I wasn't going to protest, if she wanted to give me free beer.

"I've been living in New York myself, for over ten years," Lisa started. "I opened this bar about four years ago. You know, when I moved to New York...I didn't have much going for me either. I left home when I was a teenager and was homeless for a long time. Wasn't until I was about twenty-three, that I actually started getting myself in order."

"And now you're the owner of a bar..."

"If you told me twelve years ago, that I'd be a business owner? I probably would have laughed in your fucking face."

I smiled, feeling just a little more inspired now that I had heard a little bit of Lisa's background.

Lisa and I talked for a little while longer. She told me more about her younger years, about how she had been thrown out of her parents' house when she was only sixteen years old. She started a rock & roll band when she was nineteen and that's how she wound up in New York. Unfortunately, the band broke up not long after they moved there, and that's when she hit her lowest point. It was only because of an ex-boyfriend that she had gotten off the streets, and gotten her life together again.

I told her about my own life, back in New Jersey. About my strict Christian parents and how they had tried to shelter me, from everything that could lead me to hell. How the only way I could get away from them and their insane lifestyle, was to leave in the middle of the night without any warning.

Lisa offered me some good advice, urging me to just keep trying and not to go home to my parents. She seemed to read my mind and knew that if I went back now, they would just tell me they had been right all along and I would never be able to be my own person. I thanked Lisa and after sitting in the bar for two whole hours, decided it was time to get back outside again.

"Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?"

I was halfway to the exit, when she asked me that question.

"Not really," I answered truthfully. "I'm still working on it."

Lisa didn't seem like she liked that answer very much, judging by the look on her face. "You don't have ANYONE out here, that can let you crash with them? That storm that's coming in, is going to be bad. It's dropping below zero!"

"I know what you mean but, I'm on my own. I don't have anyone out here that I can rely on..."

We were both quiet for a few moments, before Lisa sighed.

"Listen, I get off work in an hour...I don't live too far from here. If you want to come back with me and stay the night at my place, then that would be okay with me."

I couldn't believe, what I was hearing. Was this lady crazy?

We had only met each other a couple hours ago. She didn't even know me, and she was offering to let me into her home and to stay the night with her, just so I wouldn't be stuck outside?

"I really appreciate it," I said, with a start.

"But you don't even know me...I mean, I could be like a serial killer or a rapist or something, for all you know."

Lisa laughed. "This is true but, I don't think you look the type. I'm usually pretty good at reading people and you don't seem like you're a bad person. Besides, for all you know, I could be a serial killer too!"

She had a point there but, I didn't think she was any threat either. I smiled and decided, what was the harm? I needed SOMEWHERE to stay or there was no chance of me surviving the night in this storm. I accepted Lisa's offer to stay with her and I sat back down at the bar, to wait for her shift to end.

When Lisa's relief finally showed up, she grabbed her coat and car keys and out the door we went. The drive from the bar to her place wasn't really far, probably only about fifteen minutes. Lisa lived in a small apartment building, a few blocks away. It was a small apartment, with just enough space for a couch and a recliner. The kitchen was practically a part of the living room and there was a short hallway, leading to the bathroom and bedroom. That was the one problem; there was only one bedroom.

"I hope you don't mind crashing on the pull out bed," Lisa said, pointing towards the couch.

"I'll take it; anything is better than sleeping outside."

"I like you...you're not too picky."

I couldn't afford to be picky. Plus, I wasn't raised that way, anyway. If there was anything that my parents did right when they raised me, it was teaching me to be thankful for what I had in life.

I took off my jacket and Lisa hung it up, next to the door. "If you want to take a shower, the bathroom is right down the hallway. You can leave your clothes in a pile, outside and I'll throw them in the washer for you."

Lisa was being incredibly helpful towards me. I could not have been more thankful, for everything she was doing. I stepped into the bathroom and looked at my reflection, in the mirror. Only a couple of weeks of being homeless and already, I looked like crap. I sighed and pulled off my shirt, then my pants and boxers. I left them just outside the bathroom door, as Lisa instructed me.

I turned on the hot water in the shower and stepped into the tub, pulling the curtain back and letting the water soak my body. I groaned, as the warmth soothed my aching muscles and I leaned my head back against the wall. It had been days, since the last time I had enjoyed an actual shower...this was definitely nice.

When I finished up in the shower, I found that Lisa had left me a pair of fresh clothes outside the bathroom door. I dried off with a towel that I found hanging on the rack and slipped into the new clothes, before stepping out into the living room again. Lisa was now sitting on the couch and sipping at a bottle of beer. She looked up at me and smiled. "You're looking great!"

"Thanks," I replied.

"I really appreciate you and everything you're doing for me, Lisa. You seriously didn't have to do any of this. I mean, I'm just some random guy who walked into your bar and asked to use the bathroom."

"Well, it makes me feel better to be nice to people. I mean don't get me wrong, I don't usually bring strange homeless men home and let them stay on my couch bed. But, there's a first time for everything."

I laughed, and Lisa patted the cushion next to her for me to sit. I did just that and I practically sank right into the couch, leaning back and groaning just as I had in the shower. It felt great to sit on something other than a sidewalk or the front step of a store. Concrete wasn't very comfortable, for sitting OR for sleeping.

Over the next couple of hours, Lisa and I watched a few things on TV and talked, getting to know each other even better as we discussed my plans for the future. I wanted to go to school and study business, which of course would be difficult without a permanent address to put down on applications. Lisa encouraged me to stay positive though and assured me, that everything would turn out okay. I wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. I definitely hoped that she would turn out to be right, though.

About six thirty, Lisa started cooking dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs were the choice for the night, and I was once again, feeling overwhelmed by her nurturing actions. She really knew how to cook a good meal, too.

After we ate, Lisa broke out a bottle of wine and handed me a beer. "I know you said, you're not a heavy drinker...but that's mostly because of your parents, right?"

"For the most part," I shrugged. "I only turned twenty-one, about a month ago. I haven't had much of a chance, to establish an actual opinion on what it's like to be drunk."

"Well, how about we change that?" Lisa suggested.

I laughed and decided, what the hell. I'd had a few drinks here and there and especially today, since first walking into the bar that afternoon. I had yet to actually experience, what it was like to be truly drunk though and with the opportunity right in my face now, I felt obligated to give it a chance. Afterall, part of my reason for moving out of my parents strict religious home, was to start having fun. Lisa cracked the beer open for me and I took a long sip, as she poured herself a glass of wine the fun began.

After about an hour, I had really started to loosen up a lot more. The alcohol was flowing freely now and I think it's safe to say, I was officially drunk for the first time in my life; or at least, buzzed.

Lisa on the other hand...Lisa was definitely drunk.

She had finished her wine already and moved on to a few bottles of beer, to ensure that the buzz she'd had didn't fade too soon. After about four more beers, she had moved from just being mildly buzzed, to staggering around the kitchen and laughing hysterically. I was slurring my words and laughing at Lisa, every time that she would lose her balance and cling to whatever was close enough to keep herself from falling on her ass.

Outside, the storm had finally started. Snow was falling and it was falling hard and fast, with the wind blowing violently. Even in my drunken state of mind, I was really thankful to be inside and not sleeping in the streets right now.

The fun wouldn't last all night, though.

Around twelve o'clock, Lisa passed out. I had pulled out the couch bed earlier in the evening and after stumbling around for a while, Lisa collapsed in my temporary bed and fell fast asleep. I tried to wake her but, she was out cold and there was just no use in bothering her. So, I climbed onto the mattress with her and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was knocked the hell out.

I woke sometime in the middle of the night, to a heavy weight sitting on my chest. I could also feel something smooth and wet, brushing over my left cheek and over my lips. It took a while to register since I was still half awake. When I finally opened my eyes though, I was surprised to find Lisa, sitting on my chest.

Even more startling than that, she wasn't wearing a shirt or a bra. Her breasts were out in plain view and fuck, they were absolutely beautiful. Her nipples were nice and pointy and I couldn't help but reach up to cup them in my hands. My cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum, as Lisa leaned in and shoved her tits against my face. I moaned, breathing in her intoxicating scent and started sucking on her nipples.

Lisa seemed more than satisfied with that, as she practically tried to breastfeed me. Still half drunk, I really wasn't sure what was happening here or what had inspired Lisa, to initiate this whole thing; I certainly wasn't going to stop her though.

I was twenty-one years old and still a virgin...I would be a total idiot, to turn this down.

Lisa pulled back, pulling her tits from my face and she lifted herself off my chest slightly. Just enough to hook her thumbs around the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and slowly pull them down. That's when I saw it for the first time.

When Lisa pulled her bottoms down, she revealed her thick, ten-inch long cock...fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. That's what I had felt sliding across my face earlier. She must have slipped it back into her PJ's just before I opened my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My mind was scrambled with shock and confusion, as well as the alcohol that still filled my system. Lisa had a penis; and it was bigger than mine, too.

Lisa wrapped her fingers around her cock and slapped me across the face with it, a couple of times. It was big and heavy and actually stung a little, as she slapped my cheeks with it. Then she slid forward and shoved it right between my lips, straight down my throat. I choked and gagged as she started fucking my throat. My eyes teared up, from my gag reflex, as I tried to accommodate her monster cock.

I had never sucked a dick in my life, so this was not something I really knew how to do. Hell, I'd never had sex in general! The first sexual activity I had ever done, and it involved sucking dick...who the fuck would have expected that? If my parents could see me now, they would go on and on, about how I would be spending eternity burning in hell when I died.

I could taste the salty pre-cum, as Lisa continued fucking my throat. She was gradually becoming more and more aggressive with it, and my throat and jaw were both starting to get a little sore. I guess I was still a bit too drunk, to try and tell her to stop what she was doing but, some part of me didn't want to stop her anyway; maybe that was the alcohol too? All I know is that I had been sucking Lisa's dick for more than a minute now, and my own dick was still standing at full attention.

I was enjoying myself.

As Lisa started huffing and puffing, trembling and sweating, she pulled back just a bit so that only the head of her cock was in my mouth. Then with a loud gasp, she started shaking even more. Her cock twitched, and quickly flooded my mouth with cum.

There was so damn much cum, I could hardly believe it. Was this normal? Did people always cum this hard, when they had an orgasm? I had pleasured myself in the privacy of my room on plenty of occasions, and I had never cum as hard as Lisa was...maybe it's because this was the real thing, for her?