Chapter 2

Hey boss, what’s on for today? Ok, we got time for coffee first?

Thanks for the barbeque on Saturday, Mira was really happy to meet you and Luisa. What did you think? She’s as hot as I said, right? Hotter maybe.

Mira was at my place for the weekend; I’m not sure what we’re doing with each other. I think she just comes over for sex.

I mean, she barely talks to me anymore. We eat, fuck, then she’s on her ipad. She doesn’t want me to meet her parents or her friends. It’s like I’m her dirty secret you know. She doesn’t want anyone to know her boyfriend is an old working class white guy.

So we had it out; she admitted I’m right. She’s been seeing her old girlfriend. She said they haven’t been ‘doing anything’, but they still have feelings for each other.

So I asked her what are her feelings about me after a year together; she just went quiet. I told her it’s ok; I love her but maybe it’s time to move on.

“Do you love Maliah?” I asked.

“Yes.” Mira admitted, like it was a crime. “When I’m with her I feel something I don’t feel with anyone else, not even you. The sex was never quite right though; I mean, I liked it, I even had orgasms. But it wasn’t like the kind you give me. I’m not sure I’m really gay.”

“So why not just keep it platonic with her?” I asked.

“She doesn’t want that.” Mira said, “Maliah wants to sleep with me.”

I could see she was conflicted, and I was too. I love Mira, but it has to end. Better a clean break now, I figured, while we’re still friends.

“It’s ok with me if you sleep with her.” I said, “You can have us both.”

Even as I said it I knew it was dumb; like Luisa keeps saying, I need to settle down with a suitable woman, and here I was stretching out my affair with a 20 year old who had just told me she loves someone else.

“Maliah won’t accept that.” Mira said.

“So you asked her already?”

“Yes.”

“So you’re moving out?”

“I was thinking to wait until next week, when the semester ends.” She said, and she turns her eyes on me.

Fuck, man; the eyes. That face she makes when she wants it, I just turn to a puddle of shit when she looks at me that way. The girl plays me like a violin man, she can get me hard with a fingertip.

The next thing I know, we’re naked in each other’s arms, kissing and stroking, sucking and fucking. She pretty much said she doesn’t love me, but when my cock slides into her tight wet pussy, she’s looking at me as if she does.

She rode me cowgirl, heaving and rotating, firm little black tits bouncing. I think they got bigger since we first met. She had her hair out, like a black storm cloud that filled the room, and she gripped my cock so tight I thought she was trying to crush me.

I was sad she was leaving me, and glad too. But I wasn’t jealous when I thought of her with the other girl; I mean, two young women making love just seems cute and harmless compared to the way her and I fuck each other.

I sat up and hugged her, so she was sitting on my thighs with her legs around my back. Breast to breast, face to face, we kissed and my cock was way up inside her, and it wanted to just stay there.

She was lying; the girl loves me, or this wouldn’t be possible. I mean, she might love that Maliah more, maybe she doesn’t want to be in love with an uneducated white guy my age. But sex isn’t like that without the emotional component. I don’t have a degree, but I know that much.

We did it for a long time; touching, kissing, feeling each other. Her skin so smooth, so sexy, her tight curves and tight cunt killing me with lust and love.

I had a weird thought, that if I was fertile and I knocked her up, she would stay with me. Bullshit for sure, but I know some of my relationships went sour because I can’t make babies. It’s something primal.

We came together, like always. I squirted her young strong body full of my useless stuff, and she seemed to appreciate it. She sighed and moaned, held me tight, kissed me deep.

Mira is moving out on Friday, back to her dad’s house. I think I shouldn’t fuck her anymore, it doesn’t seem right to send her to Maliah stinking of semen. A condom? Man, we never used them before, I don’t want to end our fling with a rubber.

I’m so fucked up; I think I’m going to make some calls, I need to find a lady who can help take the sting out of my heart.