It was the end of Spring Break and unfortunately, since I had gone away to visit friends, I hadn't run into what I was calling the 'Philosophy Project.' As soon as I got back home that Saturday, all the girls I hung out with were hitting me up to meet at the lake. Everybody had news to catch up on, but I knew that mine was the juiciest. When I finally told them, all the girls were glued. Turns out Tamika knew him and the "project's" name was Scott.
"Girl! What you wanna fuck with a white boy for? And he's a Neo-Nazi?" asked Tamika, while she rolled her eyes. She had already slept with 4 guys and was an 'authority' on sex, dicks and 'men'.
"I know, right!" Jaye chimed in, slapping Tamika's hand when she said it. I rolled my eyes, making sure my head was turned so they couldn't see. Jaye was Tami's bitch. Always backing Tami's shit and never having a thought of her own when she was around. At 19, Tami was older and acted like she was the HBIC and we were her "children".
Padma, who I was closest with, looked around at all of us, a big smile on her face, "Yeah well, some of those white boys got some big dicks, girl." All of us snapped our heads around to look at her with surprise. She dropped bomb comments like that all the time.
"Padma, you bad!", "Girl!" "Yea, you know Indian girls know some freaky shit." Everyone chimed in, laughing.
I didn't say anything, just laugh along with everyone else. We jumped down from the break wall, the sun had gone down a half hour ago. I watched Tami, Jaye, Gina, and a few others girls we knew get in their cars or walk off towards their houses. Padma and I went in the other direction from the rest of the girls since we lived close to each other. It was late and we had school the next day.
"Hey, girl." Padma asked me on our way home, "You gonna fuck that boy or what?"
I didn't know, so I thought about it as we walked. I loved masturbating and cumming. I loved hearing all my friends dirty details of fucking or messing around with their boyfriends. I read and looked at tons of things about sex. Yet, I was the only one who hadn't done it. Even Padma had.
"I'm not sure yet. I'm having fun teasing him, though." I smiled, thinking about the shocked look on his face.
"Well, whatever you do, don't feel you have to. I did it because I'm in love with my man." I nodded. "But don't listen to those guys. Just because he's white doesn't mean you can't be together. The only problem you really have is: Is he really a skinhead? Cause, that shit won't work." She was looking at me with wide eyes.
"You're right. I don't listen to those girls anyway. They always talk mess. You know Jaye hasn't even done it yet? She just pretends she knows shit but she really repeats everything Tami tells her!"
We bursted out laughing, cause we knew Jaye was such a fake. We stood outside the front of my house, talking for a little bit more. Padma ran the three houses down to her house, waving. Later that night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning. I know it was messed up to tease Scott, but damn it was fun! I also knew that the outline of his cock in his pants was making me want to stop teasing and start doing. My family raised me with old fashioned values. To wait and get married first. But what the hell was that? It's my body; It's my virginity. Not my mom's nor my dad's. I knew they didn't want me to give it to anyone who may treat my gift like it was nothing. All these thoughts went around and around in my head until I drifted off to sleep.
The next time I saw Scott, it was right before our class. I opened my locker to hide from him.
Shit! What was I gonna do?
I had all those bitches in my head, texting me or asking if I'm gonna 'do the white boy', 'start swirling' or telling me to not get involved with a Nazi. WTF. Like, let a girl get a minute? I didn't need them all in my business, trying to tell me what to do. I crammed some books into my locker, lingering so he wouldn't see me when I saw these big, tan hands picking up some papers that had flewn out. I knew it was him and he
had
seen me after all. I jammed everything in my locker before I spun around towards class without looking in his direction.
He followed me, grabbing my books. I let him take them.
"Look at you! How old-fashioned.. Carrying a girl's books?" I teased and laughed at him.
He just chuckled a little, but didn't give them back. I was only 5'1 and he was at least 6'2, so I had to crane my head when I glanced at him. Oh yeah, that boy was fine! Dammmmn. I inhaled then exhaled real sharp. The time out from school had given him a chance to make some changes. His hair was grown out, no shaved buzzcut anymore, it was almost to his shoulders. It made his hazel eyes seem even bluer. He wasn't wearing that stupid Germany jacket anymore or doc martins, either. New regime? I guess he decided it was time to join the "Black parade". And he was sagging his pants a little! Normally I hate that, but after seeing how big his junk was, I finally figured out that guys must do it for the room.
When we got to class, he put my books down and sat next to me. Some of the girls were watching us with surprise looks on their faces, but no one said anything. We sat with our legs touching and pushed each other's leg back and forth a few times. Since we had just come back from break, the instructor talked all during class, so we texted whenever his back was to us. When class was over, he carried my books and book bag for me. I had him give me his phone so I could put my number in. He tried to walk me to my next class, but I put my hand up, pushing his chest lightly.
"Hey, hey. Slow down, tiger. We're just getting warmed up. Don't try to eat all your dinner before it's given to you." He grinned at my joke.
