Now that Whitey was fully aroused, he wanted to fuck. He wanted to give it to her hard and fast. He wanted to be in control.

“That’s enuff!” he stated. “What da pussy do? Let’s see if you can take da dick …”

As they flip-flopped positions, Tender slid out of her thong. She assumed a missionary position while Whitey put on a condom, as promised. He had to, he had a girl at home. He couldn’t afford to bring a disease back to her. That was the last thing he needed. God forbid, he would never hear the end of it.

“Umm …” He moaned as he slipped inside of her. He couldn’t believe how warm and tight she was. This was some good young pussy, he thought. After a few long strokes, he really got into it, trying to kiss on Tender. To which she responded by just turning her head. She wanted no part of that.

Tender all but froze underneath him. Her mind left her body and went back to that ugly moment when her mother’s boyfriend raped her. She felt sick and began to gulp air in an attempt to catch her breath and calm her senses. Whitey thought she was getting off on him. “Yeah baby. I’m hittin’ it.”

He bent her legs behind her head, and pounded away, like a battering ram at Tender’s pussy. “Aaarrghh!” he grunted loudly as he climaxed. Losing his composure, he collapsed on top of her.

She wanted to cry but she kept her composure. She was relieved that he finally came. Now she had to get him up off of her. “Get up! I can’t breathe!” she commanded him.

Drained, Whitey slowly complied. Standing over her, he began to get himself together. And she did likewise. But before he departed he offered her a small piece of advice.

“Not fa nuttin’,” he explained. “Listen, if dis iz how you eatin’ …” He looked her in the eye. “VIPing, dating and dancing, you gotta be more into the things you do. Or don’t do ’em. You act like you didn’t wanna be here or somethin’. Dat was a half-ass fuck. Yeah, I came cause da pussy wuz proper. But it coulda been betta you put a li’l emotion into it. Fake it if you have to, wit dat bomb-ass shot of cock you got, a nigga’ll give anything. I know, I’ve been out there like dat before … I done had all the hos up in dis joint twice, and none of ’em got nuttin’ on dat pussy you got. You jus’ gotta.” He had his clothes back on now.

“Faget it, I told you enuff already.” Tender was no dummy; she didn’t take offense to what he was saying. On the contrary, she was paying attention.