What is wrong with a little woman on woman action? Absolutely nothing, I thought as I locked lips with Kristin Hauser. The red-haired, porcelain-skinned White chick seemed genuinely surprised when I told her that I was into girls. It's a mistake a lot of people make when dealing with girls like me. The name is Fatouma Khaled and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study Police Foundations. Although I was born in the City of Mogadishu, the Capital of Somalia, and have only been living in Canada for eight years, I consider myself one hundred percent Canadian. Oh, and I'm also a proud lesbian, just in case you were wondering.
I wanted Kristin Jacqueline Hauser the moment I laid eyes on her. Like a lot of Black lesbians and bisexual Black women out there, I'm attracted to women from other cultures and communities. I've only been with one woman from my own ethnicity, a pretty Djibouti gal named Khadija Osman. Black women from Somalia and Djibouti are quite open to same-sex experimentation as long as you're willing to be discrete about it, since Islam and homosexuality don't exactly mix. I was walking through the Rideau Shopping Center, when I saw a cute White chick with a curvy figure and a nice round ass. She was striding through the mall wearing a bright red tank top and blue shorts, along with sneakers. I should mention that she was doing that in late October, which is usually a frosty time of year in the region of Ontario.
I wanted to smack that big White ass of hers but first, I had to meet her. I followed her to the food court where she sat down alone, and began wolfing down some Chinese food. I bought some Shawarma from this little Lebanese bistro right next to the Rideau mall, but preferred to eat inside the lively food court, surrounded by a couple hundred of Ottawa's livelier citizens. The cute White chick sat not too far from the center of the room, which is quite crowded. I approached her and feigned distress before asking her if I could sit at the same table she did. She smiled and nodded. I sat down, and began eating. She looked up and smiled at my food. I absolutely love Lebanese food. I got me a nice place of rice, with shish kebab, lots of hummus, chicken and beef, and some pickles. Oh, and a can of coke, too. The whole thing cost me ten dollars plus tax. Not bad, eh?
I shared these facts with our redhead friend and she brightened up, telling me she should have tried Lebanese. I smiled, and introduced myself. Fatouma Khaled, formerly of Mogadishu City, Somalia, and presently of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. The cute redhead introduced herself as Kristin Hauser, formerly of Gosford township near metropolitan Sydney in the Commonwealth of Australia. Wow. I thought this chick was Canadian for sure since she was White and all. I told her that. Kristin laughed and told me that she got that a lot. She was born and raised in Sydney, the Capital of Australia, and was studying Criminology at Carleton University in Ottawa, the Canadian Capital. Hmmm. As it turns out, Kristin Hauser was an international student. When she lamented about the high costs that international students had to deal with at Canadian colleges and universities, I feigned sympathy. I don't know why anyone would leave beautiful, warm and sunny Australia for frosty Canada but hey, we all make mistakes, right?
