Mr. Wrong After All

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by Hazel Mills

“Who’s the cute kid?” I asked, noticing the snapshot of a fat faced toddler on the otherwise bare mantel.

  “That’s my little girl.”

  “You have a kid? She’s cute.”

  “Yeah, thanks.”

  Ahmad didn’t seem to want to talk much about the child and, frankly, neither did I.

  “Do you have a roommate?” I asked, as I sat on the old looking couch that reeked of aged piss and Lysol, and removed my shoes.

  “Naw, it’s just me.”

  Hmm, he has an apartment of his own. He must have some money.

  “Wow, your own place. It must be exciting.”

  “It’s cool,” Ahmad answered from across the room. He acted as if he was scared to come over and give me what he knew I was obviously there to get.

  You know you want me.

  I decided I would have to make the first move, again, so I

  invited him to come and sit next to me.

  Once he was closer, I didn’t waste any time taking the evening to another level. My pussy was calling Ahmad’s name loud and clear.

  You are an okay fuck. I’ve definitely had better but you have so much potential. I think I’ll keep you around. A basketball player for Georgetown University has a good chance of playing ball in the NBA. If I play my cards right, some of that big time money could be mine.

  After I had fucked him blind, he started tripping and spouting some bullshit about forgetting condoms. Funny thing is, he didn’t think about covering his dick while he was fucking me all up in my stomach.

  “So what? You think I got something?”

  “I hope not. But I don’t need no more babies either, Shannon.”

  I got tired of listening to this nonsense so I put his mind at ease with the first lie that came to mind. I told him I was a virgin.

  I can’t believe I got that lie out with a straight face.

  Between my father and numerous fuck buddies, I hadn’t been a virgin in a really long time. Frankly, I was surprised I hadn’t contracted some dreadful disease by now. There was no telling what kind of nasty shit all of the people I had slept with had been doing. It was a chance I took every time I opened my legs to welcome someone new.

  I knew that my behavior was bad and maybe even destructible but I did it anyway. I just needed to be able to have fun and forget all of the bullshit. Any attention, however inappropriate, was better than no attention at all.

 

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