Blowing Black
"Damn white girl you look fine." That was his opening line. A black man around fifty dressed in work clothes looking over at me, 16 in a skirt and tight top with my belly showing. "They didn't build them like you when I was young." He was leaning up against his pickup in the 7-11 parking lot, just casually drinking a beer in the open. I was walking out with a slurpie. I couldn't help but to tease back a little. "Well they did, but they were probably busy fooling around with older men." "Is that what you like to do?" He says as he looks me up and down as I start to walk over towards him. Bobbing my head to the side a bit so my ponytails bounce a little. "Fool around with older men?". "Well I'm a good girl, so maybe not." He smiles and reaches over into the back of the truck and pulls out a beer and holds it out to me, "So do you like to be a little bit bad at least?" I return his smile with a little grin ...