Whatever someone had that I wanted, I knew I could get it. On the outside I was as close to perfect in the looks department as one could get. I never had a reason to hate or pay attention to haters. It wasn’t a good use of my time. The only way I would get into some messy shit with a hater was if they directed some shit at me. If it wasn’t directed to me, I didn’t the respect the shit. I only minded the business that paid me. And one of the reasonswhy I was successful at what I did was, I didn’t do that jealousy shit. What was for me was for me.
As for my parents, since I wanted them to front the bill for the condo I was about to get, I had to play by their rules. I was ready to move out of their house and into my own place. The stipulations of them providing me with a condo was that I had to be in school. The problem with that was I had no idea what I wanted to major in just yet. The only thing I was sure of was that I no longer wanted to reside under their roof.
They really started bugging me about what my plans were once I graduated high school. They both wanted me to follow in their footsteps, but that wasn’t the life I wanted for myself. I told them several times that I wasn’t interested in following in either one of their footsteps, but it was to no avail. They, well mostly my mom, stayed on me every chance she got. I didn’t have the option of taking a year off of school to figure my life out like a few people I knew. My parents thought that was a horrible idea, so I had to immediately go to college after high school. Since I didn’t have much time to decide what I wanted to study, I figured I’d take my general education courses downtown at Harold Washington College in the Loop, to satisfy their yearnings.
I was a summer baby. My birthday was June 22ndwhich was in a couple of weeks, and I’d be turning twenty. I couldn’t wait until my birthday because I was so ready to start living my best life, which brought me back to Reggie. He was much older than me, six years older to be exact. He thought I was already twenty turning twenty-one, which would make him only five years older, but what’s a year, right? To me, age was just a number, but I also knew everyone didn’t look at it that way. I carried myself and acted much older than my age which was why I was able to lie about it.
Honestly, Reggie was borderline out of my league. He was most definitely a grown ass, well-experienced man. I knew hisage from the start because he had his actual birthday and year on his Facebook page. Since I worked as a sex worker on OnlyFans, I didn’t want to have my actual age posted on any of my social media accounts. I had yet to tell Reggie my real age, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I was going to tell him the truth.
As far as my upcoming birthday, I had been thinking if him knowing my actual age was even relevant. I decided that instead of telling him, I was going to see how well we vibed in person first. Since he had been pressuring me to hook up with him, it was perfect timing. If we met in person and we didn’t click, my age wouldn’t matter, but if we met and we did click, and we wanted to continue seeing each other, then I would cross that bridge when I got to it. I wasn’t trying to do anything that would risk my chances of us being together, especially not before I got to sample to dick.
Out of all the men I’d met through my OnlyFans account, Reggie really had my mind gone. I even had guys from around the way trying to get with me, but none of them had the type of affect Reggie had on me. He had me intrigued. I wanted to get to know him better. He kept me at arm’s-length from his personal life, and I understood why being that we met online, yet I was interested in getting to know the real Reggie. The more I felt that he was being private, the more intrigued I’d become. I didn’t know what he did for a living, where he worked, if he had siblings, nothing. All our conversations consisted of us meeting up and phone sex, yet he still had my mind gone.
I knew it may have sounded silly, but I was a sucker for attention, and thus far, he had made me feel as though he was just as gone off of me as I was off of him. He had me wide open. My hope was that we spent some time together, we’d not only get to know one another better, but that I could tell him my real age, and he’d be cool with it.
“Don’t get me wrong, baby, video fuckin’ is straight, but I wanna suck that pussy. The way that fatty be squirtin’, I gotta get a taste and feel. You keep holdin’ out on ya boy like you not feelin’ a nigga.”
The sound of his voice was low, deep, and raspy, begging to meet up and give him punany was such a turn on. He spoke with a Chicago southside twang that was super sexy. It was the begging and twang in his voice for me, had me loose as a goose over his ass.
“You wrong for goin’ there ‘cause I’m actually feelin’ you a lot. So much so that I don’t want it to end up being a hit it and quit it. I’m open to more with us.”
“What makes you think I’ma hit it and quit it though?”
“I’m just saying. I don’t know that for a fact what your intentions are for real. Before we go there on some serious shit, we need to have a real conversation. Don’t you think?” I asked.
I wanted him to know that I was really feeling him and not just some easy fuck. He needed to know that I was no dummy and couldn’t be treated like a lame. That was often a misconception of an online sex worker, yet there were some who took their sexcapades off the net, not all of us did. My capacity of being a sex worker was strictly limited to OnlyFans photos and videos, not meeting and hooking up in the physical. I wasn’t that down bad for some chump change, and I valued my body. Hell, I was out here turning down NFL and NBA players once the conversation turned on sex. As much as I enjoyed sex, I didn’t just give my cookie to any ol’ body. It was never that serious. I just liked having a means to make my own money without my parents being all up in my business.
All the dudes I’d ever slept with, and I could count on one hand with fingers left over, were guys I had strong feelings for and who I considered myself in a monogamous relationships with. I needed Reggie to know that I wasn’t about to be nobody’sjump off, and that if we were going to go there, he needed to not be on no bullshit.
“And what kind of conversation might that be?” Reggie asked, as I watched him lie back on his bed.
From what I could see, his bedroom was nice as hell. The décor was very modern, clean, and expensive looking. I could tell that he had good taste as I was trying to steal glimpses of his room being nosey. His bed looked pretty big, and the comforter was super nice. It looked very expensive also. I also peeped his bedroom had a fireplace and I thought that was super sexy and grown as fuck. I could imagine us having sex in his room. This was the type of shit that drew me to him.
“I don’t have random sex, Reg. I’ve told you that over and over. The only guys I hook up with are ones I was kicking it in a relationship with. If being in a relationship is not your intention, we need not go there. As bad as I may want to feel you inside of me, I’m not with that hit and bounce shit.”
“I’ma good guy, baby!” Reggie smirked. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or sarcastic. “I’m not out to do you bogus. I’m not out here having random sex like that either. Damn, is that what you think of me?”
“I’m not saying all that. I’m just letting you know where I stand.”
“Look, baby, you the only female I be laid up on the video-call sexing and phone sexing to death. I’m a businessman with a lavish lifestyle, as you can see,” he said, gesturing to everything that was around him as if to show off all his expensive things. “I have to work long hours to make the kind of money I need to live the life I want. I don’t have time to chase behind pussy and fuck all day. This grown man shit here. You sure you ready for this?”
“Oh, wow! What you mean by that? You might be a few years older than me, but don’t make it seem like I can’t handle yourass. The real question you need to be asking is if you can handle me!” I rebutted, causing us both to laugh.
“Bring that juicy thang over here and let me show you if I can handle that or not.” I busted out laughing because he was looking super serious. “You laughin’, but I’m serious as a heart attack. I’m the only nigga walking around whose girl not givin’ him no wet-wet, but it’s cool.”
“Oh, I’m your girl? So, you sayin’ we’re in a relationship?”
“Yeah, shorty,” he chuckled. “I prefer no labels, but if it gotta be so official, then so be it.”
“Then you good with us not hookin’ up if you don’t want to be labeled in a relationship.”
“You buggin’, ma. I’m just messing around with you. You know we kickin’ it. You my shorty, my baby, we in a relationship… is that what you want to hear?”
“You sayin’ it like you don’t mean it. Never mind, just forget it,” I pouted, getting frustrated.
“You sexy as fuck when you pout. Stop trippin’, you know you’re my baby.”
I was feeling anxious and giddy inside. Reggie just called me his baby, his shorty, and validated that we were now officially dating. He made me feel wanted, special, and grown, and I was there for every moment of it. I couldn’t get enough of it.
