fucked a girl in the ass?

He blinked as if he didn’t understand the question. So I asked him again.

“No” he said.

Intrigued, I leaned in further. He has such beautiful skin. Something like the color of the milk left in the bowl after consuming Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

“You wanna try it? Let’s try it.”

He thought about it for a nano-second, looked down the street towards Bergen Avenue, and then back at me. He shook his head no. His laughter was nervous and his smile was blush-like. Pretty ass teeth!

I laughed with him.

We laughed off the entire exchange as another one of the ‘crazy’ things I often suggest as useful pastime activities.

I let the subject drop for the moment.

Back to the drawing board for now.

I really didn’t understand what the problem was. I just like trying new shit and I saw anal sex in a few porn movies and it looked like it felt good. I thought I would like to try this with my current boy since our sex life was already good.

REAL GOOD.

Energetic, virile and passionate. I only had to walk into the room for his dick to get hard and we would spend hours holed up in my bedroom talking and fucking. Basketball player player lean, with an insane set of abs. We both smoked Newports and would share cigarettes back and forth. We swapped everything, including clothes, sneakers, plenty of body fluid and even the chewed gum out of one mouth into the others with glee.

I loved his company, his smile, his laugh and his cock. I would wait for him to find me around the way, or I would wander around until I located him around the way. Either way, we were attached at the hip since we met in a snow storm on Jackson Avenue several weeks prior.

I loved his family, his friends and his hood. Since he was a friend of a friend, I played dumb and listened hard for inconsistencies in the stories he told. When his cousins would ask to speak to him in private, I focused even harder to overhear what they said. Of course his boys will cover for him if he’s doing dirt. That’s to be expected.

He was gorgeous and charming and cute boys always had girlfriends. If there is one, her presence will be revealed at one point or another. I change something in their men, so if he’s cheating on a main chick, she’ll realize that he’s getting fucked elsewhere.

Too happy.

Too excited.

Too dreamy.

And when I say he and I were always ‘fucking’ don’t think what he and I do lacks the element of love. Quite the opposite, we kiss with our eyes open, we screw during the brightest daylight and reach for each other to entwine fingers as if one not touching the other is unnatural. He knows my mother and I know his.

For now, he’s my man, and that means he does what I want him to do and what I want him to do….

is fuck me in the ass.

to be continued…..