"No! No! No! Don't cum in me," Tara exclaimed.
But it was too late! The man who was fucking her let go. He didn't pull out. He let go. His large hand gripped her small waste. His other hand was on the headboard. He squeezed her harder as his seed evacuated his body and invaded hers.
He was in the moment, as was she. Both lost in sexual ecstasy. But she could tell from the look on his face that he was about to lose control. And she didn't want "him" inside of her. Well he was inside of her, but she didn't want his essence in her.
She couldn't live with the fact that she might be pregnant. She was only 19. Only 19 and had a fake I.D. Only 19 and had went into a bad part of town. Only 19 and white, who'd gotten a fake I.D from her one friend and went to a predominantly black club and found a black man and fucked him.
Tara was too smart to let something like this happen. She was near the top of her class in High School, and she recently made the Dean's List in college. A young woman, nursing major, who should've known better, who should've slipped a condom on him. The thought of being impregnated by a man, who dropped out of High School in the ninth grade, sickened her. A man who could barely grasp the English language and might've been part of a gang for all she knew. Of course these thoughts would fade in time. They only seemed to be in her mind for those tense few hours that followed. She wasn't pregnant. She didn't get an STD. She didn't die. Like the sperm that was in her, most of these thoughts would be expelled. But some would penetrate even farther and become part of her psyche. Unlike an abortion, she couldn't abort her own thoughts.
It all started with a fascination. Boredom would be a more appropriate term. She'd grown bored of the men in her life. They all seemed to be the same, white, between the ages of 18-25. About the same height and build. All seemed to be clones of one another. They had different features and personalities, but they all seemed to be from the same source.
Tara was very similar in a way. She was 5'6", b-cup breasts, very slender, blue eyes, nice legs; she hit the jackpot in the genetic lottery. Brains and beauty, athletic and she rarely had to work out. Her body was a temple. She never really did anything to poison it. Well with the exception of some ecstasy and a few lines of cocaine when she got accepted to college. She always used condoms even for blowjobs. She always got tested.
The boredom began on a fall day after classes ended for the weekend. She saw her one of her classmates, Michelle; she thought it was, holding hands with some "thugged-out" black guy. Michelle and Tara were very similar. Both had the same major, and grew up only blocks from one another. She was amazed that she was dressed very conservative, and he was something out of a rap video. What was the attraction, she thought. What drew her to him? What did he do to get her? It was strange to her, in her white-bred world. A world she should've never left.
It was that Saturday she decided to go to the club. She looked online to find clubs with good hip-hop or any hip-hop for that matter. She didn't search for very long until she found one. But it was in a bad part of town, one that had become overrun with blacks and Mexicans. It had been a white community, but after some forced bussing the white people all but moved out. If the bussing never happened, Tara herself may have lived in that area. She called the club in advance to be sure of the hours. It opened at nine and closed at two. She decided eleven would be a good time to show up.
She had to take a cab there. She was a bit scared as the cab brought her through the once nice neighborhood. Graffiti was everywhere, mostly gang signs! She got a bit scared. Liquor stores, pawnshops lined the streets, she felt a little at ease when she saw a McDonald's. But nothing could really ease her. She was playing on stereotypes, going out of her way to find some black dick! And she herself was becoming a stereotype, a white girl who'd become intrigued with black men! But she didn't care. After this night it would be a one-time thing anyways.
She'd forgotten most of the night's events by the time she found herself in a Cadillac SUV. She remembered buying a few drinks. But she soon met someone and the drink count got lost. Yet little bits of the car ride did remain.
"What was your name," Tara slurred as she tried to yell over the music.
"Huh," the driver yelled back.
"Your name, your fucking name," she yelled as she turned off his stereo.
"Bitch," he snapped at her.
"Okay, Bitch," she said in a mocking tone, "your mama named you Bitch!"
"Not me," he replied while turning on the radio, "I'm Two-Times."
"What," she yelled over the music.
