My Sexy Sassy Girl

I first met Rica in Los Angeles on a cool night during the fall about two years ago. I had gone out with a group of friends to celebrate a girl's birthday. We went out to dinner and then ended up at a Karaoke bar in Korea Town where we drank and sang all night long.

Rica was new to our little group. Stacey, my best friend, had just met her at a rave a few weekends ago. They bonded in the bathroom and started hanging out ever since.

According to Stacey, Rica had only been in this country for a couple of years and was studying graphic design at Santa Monica, City College. Her English was a little broken but her accent wasn't too bad. She was quiet but liked to party. Other than that, I didn't know anything else about her. I didn't even know what she looked like until I finally met her.

The first thing that I noticed when we finally met was what she wore. Her dress was light grey and skin-tight. It was a one-piece that clung to her body. She was covered but at the same time, didn't hide that much. You could tell that she had a good body. It was fit and trim with long legs and some curves too.

On top of all this, she was really pretty but in this sad sort of way. Her lips were full and made her look like she was perpetually pouting. Her eyes were large and dark and smoky. She had this overall sultry quality about her like she would have looked good in a black and white photo or as a femme fatale in an old detective movie.

We barely spoke, mostly because it was loud in the karaoke room but in all honesty, I was intimidated by how beautiful she looked. I made a few attempts to get to know her but my words kept stumbling out of me and things only got worse the more I drank.

For the most part, she stayed quiet too. She seemed shy at first but then opened up once she had enough to drink. She only sang one song the entire night. A rough sounding Japanese punk song. It was a song choice that surprised me because I had expected her to sing something a little softer. Right after, she belted out her song she passed out on a couch and stayed like that for the rest of the night.

Of all of us, she drank the most and at the end, it definitely showed. I mean, everyone was wasted including me but Rica could barely stand up. Stacey had to hold her up while we all stood outside in the parking lot figuring out how to get home.

"Will you just help me this one time?" Stacey said. She was trying to get me to do her a favor. If you had to know, I was the nice guy of our group. I was the type of guy who was always getting stuck in the friend zone. Helping girls move. Picking them up at the airport. Carrying their purses at the end of the night. But all in a strictly platonic way. With none of the benefits. It absolutely sucked but being nice came natural to me. Saying no was hard for me. I didn't know what else to do.

"Just make sure she gets home safe," Stacey pleaded with me. She was trying to get me to take care of Rica so that she could go home with her boyfriend.

"I'm buzzed, and I didn't even drive."

"Take an Uber. I'll pay for it. Just get her to her door and then take the Uber home."

"She's your friend. You deal with it."

"You guys live really close to each other. I'm in the total opposite direction. Come on, Henry. Please?"

"But I barely know her. It'll be awkward."

"You just have to sit in a car with her and make sure she's safe. That's all. Come on, please? Please?"

I didn't have a real reason to not help Rica home. She lived close enough. On top of it all, it made everyone's lives a little easier. It was the nice thing to do.

"Okay. All right," I said.

"You're the best! You're so sweet! Thank you! Thank you!" Stacey said and then she handed Rica over to me. I grabbed her and held her against me. She was so light and thin that it didn't take much for me to hold her up against me.

When I took hold of her, Rica slowly turned her head to face me and gave me a look and asked, "Who are you?"

"Henry," I said. "We met earlier tonight."

"Rica, that's Henry," Stacey said as she looked up from her phone. She was trying to get us an Uber. "He's a really nice guy. Rica, did you hear me?"

"What?"

"He's going to take you home."

"Eh? Go home with him?" she said. She looked at me and then her face soured with a look of disgust like she was staring at the ugliest guy she had ever seen. "No way. It's not going to happen."

"Rica, listen, to me. It's okay," Stacey said. "He's a nice guy."

"He's nice?"

"Yeah, he's a really nice guy," Stacey said again but this time she said each word slowly. They must have been speaking in some secret girl code because after a moment, something clicked in Rica, and she suddenly seemed fine with me taking her home.

"Okay, take me home, nice guy," Rica said as she looked at me with a big drunken smile on her face and then said, "I'm going to sleep."

Her body went completely limp, and she suddenly felt much heavier than before. I was forced to use both of my arms to wrap her up and lift her against me. Her head ended up on my shoulder. Her mouth nestled against my neck. I could hear her start to softly snore.

Suddenly, I felt like I was being used. Used for being a nice guy. This was turning into a real chore, and it started pissing me off.

"I wish you wouldn't say that," I said to Stacey.

"Say what?" Stacey replied without looking up from her phone.

"That I'm a nice guy."

"But you are."

"Yeah but don't say that in front of a girl I barely know. I mean, give me a chance."

"Henry, look at her. She's totally gorgeous. You don't have a chance."

"Are you serious? You're giving me shit right now?" I said and then tried to hand Rica back over to her. "Then you take her home."

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I was just teasing you. I'm sorry," she responded and pushed Rica back into my arms. "Besides, she told me that actually she likes nice guys."

"She does?" I asked.

"Yeah. The nicer the better," Stacey said as she turned her focus back on her phone. "Don't tell her I told you."

"I won't."

"Oh, there's one other thing."

"What?"

"Well," she said and then gave me an apologetic look. "She might be a little crazy."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, look, your Uber is here," she said with a huge smile on her face. "That was so fast!"

Stacey went up to the car that just pulled up in front of us and talked to the driver. She opened the passenger door and helped me get Rica in the car. I got in after Rica and held the door open.

"Stacey."

"What?"

"Crazy how?"

"Okay, now! Bye!" Stacey said deliberately ignoring my question. She smiled, this mischievous smile as she shut the car door. The Uber driver drove away, and there I sat in the back seat next to a girl, I barely knew.

I looked at Rica to make sure that she was all right. By the looks of her, she was still passed out. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was deep and heavy.

As we drove, light from outside brightened the interior of the car intermittently. Bright red neon light molded against the contours of her face, and then raced by causing her to fade away back under a blanket of dark shadows. It was then that I had that thought that she would look good in black and white. 'How crazy could she be?' I asked myself.

Just then, her eyes opened, and she caught me looking at her. I turned away as she sat up in her seat and crossed her arms to cover herself.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"I was just making sure you were okay."

"Because you're a nice guy?"

"Yeah."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you a nice guy?"

"Yeah, I guess, I am."

She studied my face for a moment. Her eyes scrunched down and she asked, "You guess? You don't know?"

"No. I do. I'm a nice guy."

"I don't believe you."

"What?"

"I think you're lying."

"Why would I lie? You can ask anyone. Ask Stacey."

"You're not really nice. You're just pretending."

"Pretending?"

"Yeah, pretending to be nice so you can sleep with me."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You're a pervert pretending to be nice so you can sleep with me," she said then slid over next to me. She pressed her chest up against my arm and faced me like she was challenging me to a fight. "But it's not going to happen!"

"Okay. All right. Relax."

"I saw the way you were looking at me. I know what you want, pervert," she said and then all of a sudden, she grabbed both my wrists and made me wrap my arms around her waist. She rubbed her body against me. Her chest was against my chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't this what you want? You're pretending to be nice so you can do this to me," she drunkenly whispered into my ear.

"I'm not pretending," I said and took my hands off of her but surprisingly, she grabbed my hands and put them back on her. She started acting all innocent like I was forcing myself upon her. With one hand, she made me hold on to her, and with the other hand, she resisted my embrace by hitting me softly on my chest. I was so confused that I had no idea what to think.

Then she stopped and studied my face. We were inches apart. I started to smile. I couldn't help myself. She looked good. She smelled good. And she felt amazing in my arms. But she wasn't feeling the same way. The minute she saw me smile, she dropped her innocent act and looked at me with disgust. She pushed my arms off of her and sat as far away from me as she could.

"See? You like that. Don't you?" she said in an upset drunk tone. "But it's not going to happen because I only like nice guys. You're not nice. You're a pervert."

"I'm not. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar. You know. You're going to try to touch me again," she said and then looked down at herself causing me to look down her body as well.

"Okay. Whatever you say."

"You don't believe me?"

"If you don't want me to touch you, then I won't touch you."

"You're going to touch me even if I say no because you're a pervert."

"I'm not and I won't."

"You are and I know. I know what you're going to do next."

"What? What am I going to do?"

"You're going to grab me and pretend like it's an accident. Like this," she said then grabbed my wrist again and put my hand on her bare leg. Then, she started acting all innocent again and cried out, "Oh my god, what are you doing? Stop touching me. Stop."

I tried to move my hand off of her but she held my hand forcefully on her leg. She started moving my hand up her leg under her skirt. She moved my hand closer and closer to the edge of her purple panties that I could see now because her legs were partly spread causing her skirt to hike up a little. She studied me while all this was happening, and the minute I looked like I was enjoying myself, she tossed my hand to the side.

"You like that, eh? You pervert," she said with disgust. "You're a chikan."

"Chikan? What's a chikan?"

"You don't know chikan?"

"No, I don't."

"Chikan is a Japanese pervert. They touch girls on crowded subways. Like this," she said and then grabbed my hand again. She put my hand against her chest in a matter of fact way like she was just proving a point. I didn't grab her. I didn't do anything other than rest my hand where she placed it.

"No, really?" I said.

"Really. I'm serious. They do. They touch girls without their permission," she said and for emphasis she moved my hand across both her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel her through the thin material of her dress. Her breasts felt soft and felt larger than they looked. Every time my fingers glanced over them, she squeaked out. Again, she acted like an innocent girl resisting some unwanted attention.

Then, with my hand still on her chest, she leaned over and whispered this story into my ear. Her lips were so close that they accidentally grazed my ear when she talked.

"I met chikan one day. He touched me like this," she said with my hand held over her breast. I could feel her heart beating while she continued with her story.

"I yelled stop. Stop. Please stop. But he didn't listen. He was professional. He played with me so much, I couldn't think. Then he took me to hotel room. He made me come. Again and again and again," she said in a slow, soft whisper. I could feel her heart beating faster and faster. "He fucked me. He fucked me. Fuck me."

When she whispered those last few words into my ear, I breathed in, and my hand involuntarily closed around her breast more so out of a sense of shock than anything. But it did feel really good to hold her like that, and from there on, I couldn't help myself. I played with one of her nipples. I squeezed it and pinched it. I rolled it around between my fingers causing her to shout out in surprise. She threw my hand off of her and covered herself up with her arms.

"See, you're not nice. You're a pervert."

"I'm sorry but what do you expect?" I said and then I laughed. I laughed because of the nervous tension I was feeling. I laughed because I had no idea what the hell was going on and because everything felt so absurd. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.

I looked at the Uber driver in the rear view mirror, shook my head and put my hands up like I was surrendering. The Uber driver gave me a knowing nod like I was doing all right.

"What are you? Some funny guy? Funny pervert guy!" she screamed out in offense.

"I'm sorry."

"You think this is funny?"

"No, I don't."

"You think you can touch me like this?" She grabbed my hand again and made me rub it against her breasts. I could feel my fingers sliding against her nipples. I tried to pull my hand away but she kept it pressed up against her. "You think you can do this and laugh?"

"No, I don't."

"It's wrong?"

"Yeah, it's wrong."

"Then why are you still touching me?" I hadn't realized it but she had let go of my hand while we were talking but I kept touching her. I quickly took my hand off of her. She looked at me with disgust as she covered herself up with her arms.

"See? You're not nice. You're a pervert. I hate perverts like you. Disgusting," she muttered under her breath.

Just then, the Uber driver pulled over to the curb because we had arrived at our destination. I helped Rica get out and talked to the Uber driver. I asked him to wait for me to come back, but he gave me a look and said, "You're not coming back."

"I'm not?" I asked. The Uber driver laughed and drove off leaving me with Rica at the curb in front of her apartment.

Rica was still drunk and needed my help to make it back to her apartment. She could barely walk, and her high-heels made things worse. I stopped her halfway to help her take them off. As I knelt down at her feet, I undid the straps to her shoes and held her calf in my hand and guided her feet out of her shoes. She looked down at me and gave me a pat on my head.

"Pretending to be nice again, eh?"

"What?"

"Pretending to be nice so you can sleep with me," she said with a disapproving shake of her head.

"Will you give me a break? Will you?"

"I know what you're trying to do but it's not..."

Before she could finish, I cut her off and said, "I know. I know. It's not going to happen," I said and she surprised me by smiling a little. It was the first smile I had seen on her all night.

"You think this is funny?" I said as I picked her shoes up with one hand, and I wrapped her back up in my arms.

"Shut up. Shut up," she said. I started to smile, and of course, the minute that I did, she gave me that look of disgust again and said, "Shut up, pervert."

We finally made it into her apartment and the minute we got inside, she fell down on to the ground. I tried to lift her up but she squirmed away and wouldn't let me. She then held out one of her hands like she wanted help standing up. As soon as I grabbed her hand, she moved it to my crotch and pretended like I had forced her to touch me. Her hand rubbed me up and down, and then she pulled back. "What are you doing? Don't make me touch you, pervert!"

Before I could respond, she quickly got up. She walked into her apartment and then shortly afterwards, I heard music playing. The sound was really soft and melodic. It sounded tropical in a way.

"Is that Bossa Nova?" I asked.

Then I heard the singers voice sing out, "Dark and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking by and when she passes each one, she passes goes ahhhh."

Right then, Rica danced by me playfully on her tiptoes, she gave me a look and then with a twirl, she disappeared from my sight as she entered another room. I had no idea what to think. One minute, she was drunk and could barely walk and the other minute, she was prancing around like a ballerina.

I followed Rica into what I learned was her kitchen where I saw her standing in front of her refrigerator drinking from a bottle of water. As soon as she saw me, she acted surprised and acted like I had scared her. She backed away and spilled water all over herself. The front of her dress was wet and the thin material clung to her. I could clearly make out the shape of her breasts. I tried not to stare but she caught me and gave me a dirty look.

"What are you doing in my apartment? Did I say you could come in?" she asked.

"No. But I just wanted to make sure you're all right."

"I'm not all right."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"There's a pervert in my house," she said.

"Okay, I'll go then," I said as I slowly started to turn away.

"This is your fault," she said and then while staring at me, she took another swig of water and deliberately let it spill from her mouth down the front of her dress. "Look at what you made me do."

"I'm sorry?"

"If you're sorry, then fix it."

"Fix it? Fix it how?"

She grabbed a kitchen towel and extended it to me. I approached her, took the towel from her and started to dry her. I moved the towel across her chest and did my best not to smile. I had learned by now to hide any signs that I was enjoying myself because I knew that the minute I did, she would toss my hand aside and call me a pervert. I was learning. Or maybe, she was training me. I didn't know which one, and at that moment, I really didn't care.

I looked back at her and did my best to keep my face as still as stone while I moved my hand across her chest. I dried all around her breast and then over them. I hovered right by one of her nipples. They were hard and poked out. I could almost see them through the thin, wet material of her dress.

Pretending like I was drying her, I pushed one of her nipples down with the tip of my finger covered by the kitchen towel. Her nipple squirmed free and poked back out causing her to flinch. Then I tried to push it back down and again it broke free and popped back out. And again, she flinched.

I was barely holding on to my poker face. Right when my expression started to crack, I looked up at her. My eyes were wide in a look of shock mixed with a little despair because I didn't want this moment to end. I must have looked really pathetic because she finally laughed. It was a quick little giggle that lasted for a split second. I laughed too but that caused her to quickly regain her composure. Again, she tossed my hand away from her with a look of disgust.

Then she suddenly started pulling at her skirt. She pulled it up above her waist exposing a pair of purple panties that I had seen a glimpse of earlier. They were barely there. Just a small triangle of fabric and two thin lines wrapped around her waist.

"You did this too. Fix it," she said but this time, her words were a little softer. She grabbed my hand and put it on her panties. They were wet but not from the water she had spilled, and the more I rubbed her, the wetter they got until they were soaked through completely.

Again, I tried my best to hide what I was feeling. She kept her emotions hidden from me too, but this time, she was the one to crack first. As I continued to rub her, she let out a moan. Her body flinched back, and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. She tried to silence herself but couldn't. She leaned into me and whispered, "Fix it. Fix me."