‘What do you mean sir?’

‘You know. If you don’t, you will learn soon.’

After making the statement, Mr. Lewis sat back in his chair. What he meant was unclear at the time, but would show itself in the future. The tone of the conversation changed once we discussed Lisa. It was apparent that Nico wouldn’t be hurt by me because my head was stuck up another ass.

Tanico never talked much about Anthony anymore, but from what I gather, her father didn’t like him much. Apparently, he wasn’t treating her the way she should be treated. She had been spending quite a bit of time with me, so he couldn’t have been too concerned with her whereabouts.

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Nico and I would begin hanging strong again; however, I had to break her from the habit of being so boring. Nico was sheltered coming up and didn’t like to participate in many activities. Specifically, she wasn’t wrapped up in sex, drugs, alcohol or being too spontaneous. Her father would be the influence in her life that would guide her since the absence of her mother. She doesn’t remember her mom or care to remember her mother. That’s all that she would say about her mother so I left it alone. So we see the relationship of Nico and Lisa, and how the lack of mothers in their lives brought them together as friends. Again, the treat was all mines, but the real party did not start until meeting her father.

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After a while, things went back to normal. Nico and I were good friends, trying to avoid the issue of sex altogether, but it was difficult. After the two of us figured out that we had much in common, we decided to spend much time together just as friends. The attraction was there and it was even worse when she reunited with her boyfriend. She was off limits to me at that point. There were things that just can’t be done. Nico and Anthony were reconciling and Lisa was trying to solve her marital problems. Lisa and Mike were together again trying to work things out, yet that didn’t stop her from calling me when she felt he was cheating again.

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We held one another until she went to sleep, and I realized that all of the practicing was starting to work. I really understood how to treat a woman. Turning my head, I managed to sneak a peek at the clock, excited because we had just had sex for two hours. In my early stages of sex, the importance of length and sex wasn’t important. Now this was a great importance. It always seemed that women wanted men who went longer, but it was soon realized it’s the performance within the time rather than the length itself.

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Nico tilted her head slightly. The two of us kissed passionately as our tongues embraced one another. For the next 7 minutes, we would embrace orally, lost in the passion of the kiss. She had a tenderness about her that made the kiss romantic, smooth, and gentle. Her body leaned slowly back on the couch as my hands braced for the angle. There is a point where the kiss can take things to the next level and we were approaching that level.

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Again, Nico gave me a hard time when we met, possibly because she was having a hard time with her boyfriend. The two of them had broken up again, which would’ve made that six times in a year. She was visibly unhappy with him; however, didn’t voice it much out of respect. The unhappiness is obvious because of the amount of time she spent away from him. Sometimes we discussed the subject, but she was evasive when it came to details. As our time together increased, it seemed like we had always been friends. Something in us clicked. The two of us really enjoyed one another; maybe more than we should have.

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As the years progressed, I found it no easier to know how to talk to or treat women. A friend of mine, Lisandria, decided to show me the secret to women. She would teach me how to talk, treat, and understand what a woman expects of me. One afternoon, Lisandria introduced me to her best friend by the name of Tanico, which would open the door to new opportunities. Tanico was a special kind of woman, but in first meeting her, she tended to get on my nerves. She would always try to bring me down telling me, “You aren’t all that. You think you look so good.” The phrase, “I look good” never came out of my mouth. Maybe she thought my appearance was nice and began the art of “hatricity.” It amazes me that people treat others like this just by looking at them. Why she would say that or why others would say that to me in the future was always a mystery.

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‘I wanted to be with you so bad and it was even worse when we did it. See, you are still playing games. You just realized you weren’t happy with him, and want to be with me now, plain and simple!’

‘You got up and left!’ She screamed.

‘Because you had a boyfriend! The same dude you talked about right after we were done and the dude you with now while you telling me you love me!’

‘Please don’t yell,’ as she started crying. ‘You have so many things you wanted to do and it just didn’t seem like you wanted a relationship with me.’

‘With you! I would have done it with you in a minute then. You heard me say it. We wouldn’t have fucked then.’

‘What about now?’ She asked.

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One afternoon, Ericka came by my house to see me with a friend of hers. It was funny because my appearance was terrible, yet she still found me appealing. There was a tight ass t-shirt on my frame, some loose shorts that exposed my hairy legs, and a fade that had grown in all the way. She didn’t seem to mind though. We talked briefly as she stared and my eyes stared right back. By this time, the senior year is almost coming to a close. We were in the month of May, waiting for the weather to really come together. Once she left, this body jumped in the shower and ran out to our local music store, the “Music Planet.” The place was a little over priced, but this was before Circuit City. My mood was so good and unshakable. Upon leaving, my eyes sight a mutual friend of Sharon and me, so we stopped to say hello to one another. Trina was her name, and we talked about everything under the sun, including Sharon. Trina brought to my attention that Sharon had changed. It was shocking to hear because Sharon was so grounded, but my assumptions got the best of me. It was not that she changed mentally; she changed physically because she had a baby on the way. All my mind could think was “What the hell?” She couldn’t call me to tell me or write a letter to let me know. After hearing this news from Trina, I immediately ran home and called Sharon to talk. Unfortunately, it was still difficult to get through, so my idea changed to acting like I was someone else. When calling about an hour later, I chose to impersonate Derrick.

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Upon doing so, I realized that this was the first time she has ever had sex, outside of the rape, so it was important that whatever we do has to be soft, loving, and sincere. We were young and there were no thoughts about what Derrick thought, etc. There is not much to say about that day because we laid in the bed together longer than we had sex. Once we were done, she lay her head on my chest and we both fell to sleep. My thoughts were not about the moment we shared.

Upon waking, with her head on my chest, she began to talk about Derrick and the fact that we were getting closer to graduating. That’s something to start talking about: the boyfriend after we had sex.

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