by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 32
I had a feeling that Daniel’s friend might want to taunt me, even though he had been exceptionally helpful as mentioned earlier in my diary; he was still desperate to put his cock in me. His sweet youthful aura and you-can-trust-me smile was very alluring, and after Little John’s contemptuous treatment, very, very tempting.
The first thing I said to him was: I don’t even know your name. He said: Ricky. I thought you knew. I said: No, we never got that far. What brings you out here? He said: My parents got a house here. That one. Over there….I followed his finger and saw the prime beach front house, not very far from mine. I guess the rich like living next to each other.
Then Ricky did a goofy thing. He got up to tell me that I could sit down with him, that is if I wanted to. It was boyish and awkward, but kind of cute, nonetheless. I said: Sit down. And stop staring at me. He said: Wear a top, then.
It was fresh, but he knew how to smile and get a girl to forgive him. He asked: Who’s that guy you were talking to? Ricky was looking at Little John who was still chatting with Marge. I said: The black guy? He’s my boyfriend…I saw jealousy, a racial one at that, subdue the boy for a moment. I loved the way it gets white guys. Ricky, expectedly, got nasty: He sure dresses funny. I said: Well, he’s a pimp.
Ricky took it as a bad joke, as I knew he would, and said: By the way, Cynthia is pissed at you. I said: I didn’t know you’re friends with her? He said: Friends? She goes to Brearley with my sister…Who was only a year younger than he. I asked: Are you going to tell me why? He said: I heard you pulled a gun on a guy she knows….Which guy? Ricky said: The waiter in the restaurant. I said, not slipped: You mean the busboy.
Ricky said: Well, that’s what she gets for fucking a busboy. I asked: How do you know they fucked. He said: Because I met him. He told me so. He’s working down at Kismet, now. (And I thought he was back in Mexico.) Ricky went on: He says he’s going to do something to you, what I don’t know, but I take it that he’d like to possibly get himself in real trouble, if you know what I mean. I said: He already is…And started to walk away and then asked: Is he still fucking her? Ricky nodded his head: Yeah, that’s what he says. Where you going? I said: My boyfriend is calling me. I’ll be seeing you around…And teased: With my top on..
I walked back to Little John who apologized for being such a prick. He has that way of knowing when to do it before it’s too late. I decided to be gracious. We kissed. I looked back and saw Ricky watching us. Little John slipped his hand into my panty — Ricky made a face as I got a nice squeeze then Little John took me home to fuck me. But before he did I checked my little .38, just to make sure that it was fully loaded.
