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Authors: Mary Monroe
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Domestic Fiction, Love Stories, Contemporary Women, Adultery, African American, African American women, Married Women, Triangles (Interpersonal relations)
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me what to do and what not to do, I did whatever I wanted, and I didnât have to worry about any consequences.
I was so hungry for attention that I put myself in a situation that cost me my virginity on my thirteenth birthday. Nobody raped me or took advantage of me like with so many of the other girls in my neighborhood. I initiated my first sexual encounter myself.
He was one of the many boys in our neighborhood that a lot of the parents had warned their daughters to stay away from. But that only made him more appealing. My parents had not warned me to avoid this boy or any other boy, so their interference was one thing I didnât have to worry about. Almost every time I saw him, some girl was up in his face, trying to get his attention.
Not only was this boy cute, but he was popular. By the time he caught my roving eyes, heâd already been with just about every black, Asian, Latino, and white girl I knew. He was already in high school, and even though Iâd seen him looking at me long and hard, he had not approached me yet. But in the Bay Area, life was too short for some people. I didnât know how much time I had left, so it made sense for me to speed things up. I trotted over to his house the Friday after Thanksgiving to return a roasting pan that Mama had borrowed to cook our turkey in and to bring the twenty dollars that his mama, Miss Louise, was borrowing from Daddy. But my real purpose for going to his house was to claim what I thought should have been mine a long time ago.
As soon as I realized that the boy was home alone, I backed him from behind into a corner in his mamaâs kitchen, wrapped my arms around his waist, and kissed him on the back of his neck. I still had the twenty-dollar bill clutched in my hand. Even though the house that he and his mama lived alone in was large, the kitchen was small. There was barely enough room in it to accommodate the appliances and the large table in the middle of the floor. But it was neat, and the floor looked like it had just been waxed.
Not only did Miss Louise have a handsome son, but she was a clean woman. She kept such a clean house, you could eat off the floors. But she was also a materialistic woman with extravagant tastes. A lot of people didnât like her, because she borrowed money from everybody she knew to support her expensive habits. She even borrowed from me the pocket change that I made running errands for old people.
âGirl, whatâs gotten in you?â he laughed, pushing me away. He grabbed my wrists and turned around to face me. He had eyes like a cat. They were gray and shiny and so mysterious that when I looked into them, it seemed like I was looking into his soul. I felt something that I had never in my life felt before, and it was something I would never forget or stop searching for: passion. I would have settled for some kind of affection from just about anybody, but I only wanted to experience passion for the first time with this particular boy. I was getting signals from places on my body that I had never paid any attention to before. My crotch alone felt like it was on fire, so I wanted to get this over with as soon possible so I could cool off and move on to something else. In addition to having sex, there were a lot of other things that I wanted to do while I was still young enough to do them.
I started rubbing his dick with both of my hands as hard as I could.
CHAPTER 10
âT alk to me, Christine. I asked you what done got in you, girl.â
âIt could be you, in me, if you want it to be,â I said, trying to imitate a look Iâd just seen on HBO the night before, on Kathleen Turnerâs face in Body Heat.
âWhat are you up to? Could be me what?â he asked, with a dumb look on his face. My hands were still on his dick, and it was as hard as a rock.
It disappointed me to see that this boy was not as smart as I thought he was. Couldnât he tell what I was up to? Did I have to
I was so hungry for attention that I put myself in a situation that cost me my virginity on my thirteenth birthday. Nobody raped me or took advantage of me like with so many of the other girls in my neighborhood. I initiated my first sexual encounter myself.
He was one of the many boys in our neighborhood that a lot of the parents had warned their daughters to stay away from. But that only made him more appealing. My parents had not warned me to avoid this boy or any other boy, so their interference was one thing I didnât have to worry about. Almost every time I saw him, some girl was up in his face, trying to get his attention.
Not only was this boy cute, but he was popular. By the time he caught my roving eyes, heâd already been with just about every black, Asian, Latino, and white girl I knew. He was already in high school, and even though Iâd seen him looking at me long and hard, he had not approached me yet. But in the Bay Area, life was too short for some people. I didnât know how much time I had left, so it made sense for me to speed things up. I trotted over to his house the Friday after Thanksgiving to return a roasting pan that Mama had borrowed to cook our turkey in and to bring the twenty dollars that his mama, Miss Louise, was borrowing from Daddy. But my real purpose for going to his house was to claim what I thought should have been mine a long time ago.
As soon as I realized that the boy was home alone, I backed him from behind into a corner in his mamaâs kitchen, wrapped my arms around his waist, and kissed him on the back of his neck. I still had the twenty-dollar bill clutched in my hand. Even though the house that he and his mama lived alone in was large, the kitchen was small. There was barely enough room in it to accommodate the appliances and the large table in the middle of the floor. But it was neat, and the floor looked like it had just been waxed.
Not only did Miss Louise have a handsome son, but she was a clean woman. She kept such a clean house, you could eat off the floors. But she was also a materialistic woman with extravagant tastes. A lot of people didnât like her, because she borrowed money from everybody she knew to support her expensive habits. She even borrowed from me the pocket change that I made running errands for old people.
âGirl, whatâs gotten in you?â he laughed, pushing me away. He grabbed my wrists and turned around to face me. He had eyes like a cat. They were gray and shiny and so mysterious that when I looked into them, it seemed like I was looking into his soul. I felt something that I had never in my life felt before, and it was something I would never forget or stop searching for: passion. I would have settled for some kind of affection from just about anybody, but I only wanted to experience passion for the first time with this particular boy. I was getting signals from places on my body that I had never paid any attention to before. My crotch alone felt like it was on fire, so I wanted to get this over with as soon possible so I could cool off and move on to something else. In addition to having sex, there were a lot of other things that I wanted to do while I was still young enough to do them.
I started rubbing his dick with both of my hands as hard as I could.
CHAPTER 10
âT alk to me, Christine. I asked you what done got in you, girl.â
âIt could be you, in me, if you want it to be,â I said, trying to imitate a look Iâd just seen on HBO the night before, on Kathleen Turnerâs face in Body Heat.
âWhat are you up to? Could be me what?â he asked, with a dumb look on his face. My hands were still on his dick, and it was as hard as a rock.
It disappointed me to see that this boy was not as smart as I thought he was. Couldnât he tell what I was up to? Did I have to
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