by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 83
I was waiting for Mr. Ha’Sallam to explore that arty side of himself. Instead, he was starring at my tits. I nudged him, “You need more inspiration?” He nodded his head and said, “Yeah, why don’t you take the rest off?”
“That wasn’t the deal.” He said, “Yeah, but, I never seen tits nice as yours. They sort of drop down, slide up and float away.” He pointed like he was taking aim, “They are real?” I said, “They’re real. Very real.” He said, “They is very nice.” “You’re telling me something I don’t know?” He said, “No. I’m telling you something I didn’t know.”
“Now that you know, are you going to draw me?” He said, “Why waste my time? You can’t draw what you got. Go ahead. Put your double GG spot back on.” I said, “It’s F, as in the letter before G, and the spot, that’s down the other end.” He raised his hands like he was giving up, “Hey, whatever you say.”
I slipped my bra on and as I buttoned my shirt he said, “There’s that other half ounce, if and when you want it, we can talk some more.” I said, “What I have will last me for a while.” I slipped my bag over my shoulder and went to the door. Mr. Ha’Sallam leaned towards me like he had just lost something valuable, “What’s the rush. We just gettin’ to know each other.” I agreed, “What’s the rush,” then opened the door.
“Before you go, answer me something.” “The answer is no.” He said, “Yo, I haven’t even asked it.” “Then don’t.” He said, “Your nipples, they kinda reddish black.” He pointed at them as if he could still see them? “Why is that?”
The answer was I had been going to bed with clothing clips and masturbating. It was one of the things I had picked up from my friends at school. What I told Leroy was something else, “I’m allergic…” He waited for me to finish, “to men.” “As long as you ain’t allergic to pot.”
When I got to that fancy midtown restaurant Mother said, “You’re late.” I said, “Since my allowance has been cut I’ve been doing a lot of walking.” She didn’t believe I word I said. I tried not to unconsciously cover my shoulder bag with my hand. She didn’t need any hints to search my bag.
That night I opened the bathroom window and smoked a joint. I got good and high. And when that feeling came over me I got my clamps, vibrator and crawled into bed. I fucked myself long and hard, they way a hot and horny girl likes it.