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“That’s him last Halloween. It’s one of my favorite pictures. He’s Curious George.”

Christ! I looked at the picture and I was looking at a fucking miniature clone of me. He looked just like me now and me at four years old. My DNA was all over that kid. It’s a good thing Mr. Mancuso had never laid eyes on me. My ass would be grass and that’s for reals. Stevie Wonder could see that kid was mine.

I handed the phone back to Renee. She was looking for words or a reaction from me. “Cute kid, he’s looks just like his biological father.”

Renee laughed out loud. I loved her laugh. “I agree.”

There was a weird moment of sexual tension and a quietness that came in its wake.

“Robert, I’ll call you when it’s time.”

“Okay.” I said as I thought about my cock reentering my favorite teacher. I stood. “I’m out.”

I walked over to the other side of the table and bent to kiss her on the lips. Renee accepted my tongue lashing. She sighed into my mouth when I expectantly reached into her blouse and roughly groped her tit and pinched her nipple. 

I backed away as she pushed her exposed breast back into her bra. “Later, Mrs. Mancuso.” I backed my way out the door. I walked down the long row of bookcases without looking back. I was at the elevator in seconds. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t take the stairs.

*****

I had enough time to go home and shower. I had a date with my girlfriend. I actually had a girlfriend. Deja and I are a legit couple now and since she wasn’t like the other girls, it was mandatory that I met her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Holland.

Deja told me in advance that her mother was a teacher’s assistant for elementary students with behavior problems and learning disabilities. So basically she’s a saint. She said her father was a cardiologist. Which is good and bad, if I have a heart attack he could probably save me but then he could probably kill me and make it look like a heart attack.

Deja was going to follow in her father’s footsteps and became a doctor. She said she knew from the age of eight that she would be a doctor. That is why she’s going to the University of Chicago.

I can’t remember ever meeting any girl’s parents. If they asked me to in the past, I’m sure I got out of it. This was clearly not an option with Deja. I felt compelled to please her. So meeting her folks was a go. I arrived promptly at six-thirty because the movie I was taking Deja to started at seven-thirty.

I pulled into the driveway right next to the black Mercedes Benz S-Class. I’m sure that’s the good doctor’s car. I have never seen it parked out here before. Maybe it’s in the driveway for my benefit. I’m not impressed with German cars. I rock my America Ford all day every day. I texted Deja to let her know I was here. She came out the front door. I opened my car door and stepped out.

“Hey, babe.” I slammed my car door. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress. She was completely covered but that didn’t matter her body was so curvy.

“Hey, my dad hates you.” Deja said with a straight face as she approached me.

I stopped my knees from buckling. “Why, what did I do?” My heart started to beatbox.

“Calm down.” She smiled and her dimple popped out. “I’m only messing with you.” Deja grabbed my hand and give me a peck on the lips. She pulled me toward her open front door. “It’s a joke.” I know she felt the apprehension in the tenseness of my lips. “Don’t be nervous. My people are not going to love you but they’re not going to hate you.”

“Great babe, that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I know but I’ll tell them you’re a good kisser and you specialize in kissing the nether lips.” She smiled and my heart dropped. Why does she have me completely mesmerized?

“Christ, Deja don’t say that. I don’t want to meet your parents with a hard-on.”

“I’m so sorry.” She wasn’t sorry.

“If you’re sorry, take your panties off before we go in.”

“Is that a dare?”

“Yeah babe I dare you. Give me your panties, now.”

“Now?” She whispered.

“Now Deja.” The bass in my voice let her know that I didn’t give a damn that her parents were a few feet away.

Deja stood behind me and the brick wall outside the front door of her home. She huddled in the corner and I covered her with my body. She discreetly removed her purple lace panties. She tactfully slid the panties in the palm of my hand. I couldn’t resist. I raised the panties to my face and inhaled her tasty scent until I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to her smiling face and I shoved her panties in my black jeans front pocket. 

We stepped into the foyer of her house. She grabbed my junk as she closed the front door.

There next two hours were a blur. There were handshakes and greetings and conversations about things that went way over my head. Mr. Holland was nice, no he was courteous. He asked me a lot of questions. The one good thing about his interrogation was I don’t think he cared that I was white. He had a problem with my lack of college degree and my lack of ambition.

I could change these things about myself but I don’t want to. I’m good with the life I have. My Uncle Mason will give me a part of his business one day. He has taught me so many things over the years. Uncle Mason is like a second father to me. I may be a bullshitter but I can build a house from the ground up. Deja told me I was smart and I have yet to catch her in a lie. I don’t think that a will. I think she’s honest, not because of her virginity but because she just is.

Sitting across the dinner table looking at her is something I could get used to. I’m sure Mr. Holland would not like or appreciate that. Mrs. Holland was very quiet at dinner and she only chimed in every now and then.

I knew it was wrong but because of my previous experience with older women I felt the dire need to check Mrs. Holland out. She was still hot, conservative hot but still an eye turner. I needed a confirmation that Deja would still be hot ten or twenty years from now. I don’t know why it mattered. I had never had a real girlfriend for longer than five months. Ten or twenty year’s was a morbid joke. My moms and pops have been together for twenty-two years. They shotgun wedding was months before I was born. I’m not sure how they did it. I never really heard them argue muc
h. My mom runs things and my pops always back her play. 

The possibility of me having a future with Deja, this hot sexy doctor jumped into my mind. I knew it was a very ambitious thought. I can’t help the things that jump into my mind. I was happy now but I knew that once Deja went to college she was going to eventually dump me.

I didn’t for one moment doubt that I would be her first but I was on borrowed time and I had the balls to recognize this and admit it to myself. I would never say it out loud or admit it to other person but when we are done I’m going to hurt. I know that I like Deja more than any other girl I’ve ever dated. Fuck it! I’m good now so I’m going roll with it.

After dinner instead of going to the movies we stayed at her house. Things went so well with the Holland’s. Deja agreed to come over and see my apartment sometime soon. We only had a short time to hang out alone. Her father made it clear that he thought I was too old for his daughter. I made it clear that I was immature for my age therefore Deja and I were evenly matched. Deja agreed with what I said and her father didn’t seem to be amused. Mrs. Holland actually laughed. 

The night went by and I was able to watch TV with Deja in her living room all alone. I kept my hands to myself because the Holland’s were home and probably listening in. It was hard to do knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties.

CHAPTER
7

        Visiting with the Holland’s was the first step to getting Deja on my playing field. Deja was here in my apartment, hanging with me. We were lying in my bed watching
The Matrix
on cable. This was oddly Deja’s favorite movie. She was really like no other girl I had ever met. Deja was lying on my chest. I keep inhaling the scent of her hair. I couldn’t figure out the smell. It was something like coconuts and peaches. Possibly, I really don’t know.

Deja’s hand was tucked neatly under my t-shirt. I know I had fallen asleep a few times throughout the movie. I couldn’t see Deja’s face. She was wrapped in my arms. She wasn’t moving. She could be sleep right now. Was I sleeping now? For reals, I’m so relaxed I don’t know if I’m asleep or awake.

Soon I realized that I was asleep and so was Deja. My fucking cell went off and alerted me to this fact. It vibrated and woke us both up. It scared the bejesus out of me. I had the urge to throw it across the room. I pulled my phone from my pocket and turned it off without bothering to look at it. I tossed it on the bed.

Deja removed my arms from around her body and she sat up in bed. She was glaring down at me. She blinked a few times and wiped her eyes.

“RJ, your phone is constantly vibrating all the time.”

“I know. I hate that shit.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “You have a constant reminder of all your past girlfriends. The girls that put out, the ones you slept with. How am I supposed to feel about that?”

“I don’t know. You shouldn’t feel any way about them. They don’t matter to me. You’re my girlfriend. I care about you. I care about only you.” I shrugged. I wasn’t sure where this was going. Deja never displayed any feelings of jealousy.

“I believe you care about me but it doesn’t change anything. They kept calling. I know I shouldn’t care but honestly I feel some kind of way about it.”

“You have ex-boyfriends too.” I frowned, wondering if I should feel jealous.

“I do but none of them have ever seen me naked. None of them made me cum. I never felt anything for them that came close to how I feel about you. I never had sex with them.”

“You never had sex with me.”

“Yet!”

Oh shit! I sat up on my forearms. This was getting good. “Okay look. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better about these old unimportant girls that don’t matter to me.”

“Really? Are you going to kill them hoes?” Deja started laughing and I joined in.

“I’m going to just get a brand new cell number.”

“You would do that for me?” She sang.

“Yeah,” I shrugged. It was no sacrifice. I only want Deja. I had signed up for sperm donor duty so the only other woman that needed to contact me was Renee. I hadn’t heard from her yet.

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to do it. I would do anything for you.”

“RJ,” She smiled. “I would do anything for you.”

“Give me your pussy.” I know it was vulgar but it was the one thing I really wanted.

“RJ please, shut up and give me a kiss.”

I did what she asked. I kissed her and forgot that life held any problems. I wanted to run away from Deja. I was brave but doubtful. Feeling this way about another person was scary. I
started to question whether or not I was man enough for this relationship.

I was glad to get rid of this cell number. Sure, a few old booty calls would hit me up sometimes but it was Selena that was blowing up my phone like a crazy person. I didn’t have any attachments to her after the termination of that pregnancy. I wanted to keep it that way. I shouldn’t have to beat her over the hand with a sign that reads WE’RE DONE. If I don’t respond to your calls and your texts, that means keep it moving. I try to be a nice guy but some girls take shit too far. I swear to Christ, Selena is stage four cancer.

Deja was happy with my idea of a number change. I told her I would go to my cell carrier store the next day at lunch time. Deja had driven her mother’s BMW over and she left around eight. She didn’t really have a curfew but she was always respectful of her parents. Now that they knew I was an adult male and not some goofy high schooler they were watching her closely. They didn’t want her fucking up her future with me. They didn’t want me influencing her future. They positively didn’t want me to get their only daughter pregnant. Deja told me her father flat out asked her if she was a virgin.

Deja doesn’t lie to her parents like normal teenagers do. I was so glad she still was a virgin. If she wasn’t, there would be no way I would be allowed back in that house. Deja even told her father that she wasn’t going to wait until she was married but that she would be sure to inform her mother when she was definitely sure she was going to have intercourse. She used the word intercourse. She told her father that having sex wasn’t in her top five to do list at this time. She said her father was relieved.

I’m not sure how I feel about this top five list. I’m going to get my cock on this list ASAP. I’m going straight to number one with a bullet. I have no doubt. I will hit that.

I went into Deja withdrawal when she left my apartment. I took a few shots of Tequila and I was out.

*****

Morning came quicker than I thought. I woke to the rays of the sun and I believed it would be a good day. I had to be at work and I was going to be on time. Things didn’t work out. I went to my Mustang in the driveway. Someone had slashed my driver’s side front tire. Correction, Selena had slashed my tire. I could call her a bitch, a cock sucking slut, an immature tramp, a fucked up slag but all she was to me is pathetic. Selena did this to me because she thinks I’m soft. She thinks I won’t fuck her up. Being a nice guy has its pitfalls. Girls have punched me, slapped me, and clawed at me because they know I would never hit a girl.