Some guys came down the slope. I quickly folded my arms in front of me and looked away to avoid eye contact. When they were gone Roux said, “They didn’t see nothing.”
“How do you know?” Roux said, “You’re just another girl in the park relaxing. Don’t make such a big thing of it. He passed me the joint. I took a deep hit. “You like getting stoned?” I said, “Yeah, I like it a lot,” He said, “Your eyes look like candy.” They felt like candy. My mind drifted away. Under the moonlight I could still see that girl and now she had a friend with her. That made me feel better.
Roux asked, “Do you like to fuck?” There was nothing cute about the question. Just matter of fact wording. I said, “Yes.” “Are you good to fuck?” I said, “Yes. I’m good to fuck.” He said, “I like to fuck, but I could do without it if it’s just with anybody.” I said, “I agree.” He asked, “I bet you’re picky.” I said, “Actually, I’m kind of easy.”
It took a moment for him to digest that, “What do you mean you’re kind of easy?” I said, “I’m easy. I always have been” He said, “Beautiful girl like you ain’t easy. Somebody come up to you and ask you, you do it?” I said, “No, but when it’s the right person, I can’t resist.” He looked at me sure of the answer, “Am I the right person?”
Then that boy, the one who was fixing that skate wheel before, came down the slope. I was surprised and happy to see him, “Hi.” He turned and remembered me, “Yo, been a long time.” I said, “Yeah.” He came over, “Been away.” “Where?” “Oh, had a little problem, but things are cool now.”
Roux didn’t want him there but the kid wasn’t fazed. He could hold his own. He wasn’t cocky at all, just cool, “Why don’t we talk? Been a long time.” Roux let him know, “I’m busy with the woman.” I decided to correct that, “I think that’s a good idea.” Roux said, “I ain’t done fixing your bag.”
I said, “I have more where they came from.” I got up, took my clothes and my bag. Roux said, “You gonna go? Just like that?” I said, “It’s a free country, or are you now in charge?” He gave me his tough guy look that said I’m gonna get you one day. I gave him mine, “To answer your question, you’re not my type.”
The kid and I went up the slope and through the path that took us to the wood shelter and down past the lake and up where no one was. I was quiet. He was quiet. We’d been there before. We stopped. I dropped my stuff. I said, “You know, I saw you before.” “Why didn’t you say hello?” I said, “I get kind of shy.” “ Well you don’t have to be.”
He kissed me and pulled me into him, one hand busy with my nice tits the other with my bottom. It felt good. I wanted to get spanked. I wondered if he knew. I wondered if I should be shy. I wondered if I could tell him. I stopped wondering and did…..
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 133, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
