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come in. I obeyed but entered tentatively. I was seriously thinking about backing out. I wanted some from her real bad, especially after she bent over to pick up something off the floor and gave me a full view of that beautiful backside. But I wasn’t sure if it was worth the stress. She lived in the projects, had a kid, and probably had a baby’s father somewhere close.
    “You ain’t got no man, do you? I mean, where’s your daughter’s father?” I asked warily.
    “No, I ain’t got no man. I don’t want no man. I just wanna have a good time. And my daughter’s sorry-ass father ain’t been around since she’s been born. He’s up in D.C. tryin’ to be a rap star. You ever heard of a group called KRN? It’s short for Kill’a Richmond Niggas”
    “Nope, never heard of them.”
    “Neither has anyone else. But they’ve been opening for a go-go group in D.C. called Top Side. Would you believe that nigga left me right when my baby was born?”
    I shook my head. I’m not sure if it was because I was horny or what, but I believed her and calmed down. I wrapped my arms around her.
    “Kiss me like you did before.” She smiled.
    I did what she asked, this time kissing her even more passionately.
    “Wow, a girl could get used to that.” She led me up the stairs and before we entered the bedroom I kissed her again.
    “I’m not looking for a man,” she repeated. “Just a good time.”
    I hesitated. I’d never had a real one-night stand before. Any time I’d ever slept with someone it ended up becoming a long-term relationship. Since I was fifteen years old this was the longest gap I’d had between serious girlfriends. The truth was, I wanted a woman in my life. But at that moment, I’d take what I could get. After all, it was my birthday and we could talk about tomorrow when the sun came up.
    She said it again, this time a little more serious. “I’m not looking for a man.”
    I exhaled. “That’s good. I’m not looking for a woman. It’s my birthday. I’m just looking to have a good time, too.”
    I massaged her ass, trying to reassure her it was all about the sex. She looked up at me with a smile. I think she knew I was fronting. She knew I wanted more.
    “Why don’t we pretend I’m your woman just for tonight, okay?”
    I nodded and she led me into her room. It was small and needed to be painted. The only furniture she had in it was a dresser, a full-size bed, and a small crib. I sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes. There were condoms on the dresser, so I guess she had planned on bringing home company. I watched her pull down the shades to the two tiny windows. Then she spun around and unbuttoned her blouse in one swift motion.
    “I don’t have much, but they need lots of attention,” she said as she displayed her bare breasts.
    I nodded as I sat back to enjoy the rest of her show. She slid her black stretch pants and her panties down to the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her perfectly rounded hips. I glanced at her stomach and thighs. Incredibly, not one stretch mark on this woman who just had a baby.
    It was my turn. I pulled my sweater over my head and flexed my biceps nonchalantly.
    “Damn, look at you! You are one big boy. Where did you get this body?” She approached me and slowly slid her hands along my chest. “You’re built like a brick shithouse.” She grinned.
    I didn’t reply; I just flexed again. My smooth chocolate-brown complexion and tall, muscular body had always been admired by the opposite sex. I stood up and she unhooked my pants, letting them slide to the floor. Then, with a smile she looked down. My heart almost stopped beating when she started to laugh.
    “Damn, I guess we both planned on getting some tonight, huh?”
    I finally looked down and blushed. I’d completely forgotten I was wearing my red G-string underwear. I felt like a fool, but at least she wasn’t laughing at the size of my dick.
    “To be honest, I need to do laundry.