Oh That Smell

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So there comes a time when you accept the things you cannot change. I have to do this. See, Derek is a whore. Not a whore for money. I'm not sure if being a whore for money is a good thing, or a bad thing. Would it be better if he were making money? Probably not. If he was doing it for money, he wouldn't be doing me for free, that is for sure. So anyway... Accepting the things you cannot change. I am doing that. He is a whore. He sleeps with others. And me, I am right there getting mine from his. It's just fun. It means nothing. Let him whore around.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" I ask as I walk along with Mark. I never get to talk to him anymore. I want him to know I am interested in him, and what he is doing.

"Eh... Not right now. I just broke up with Jen." Mark explains as he browses the music. I'm not even looking. I'm looking. I'm just not looking at music. I am looking at candy. Candy of the man kind.

I have found that there are some nice asses in this world. Round ones. I like an apple bottom on a guy. Not a huge bubble butt, but a nice round one. Something I can grab onto and have a great time with. I like an ass that I can grasp as he drives into me. Derek has a nice ass. Derek has a great ass. I love it. I love to hold it firmly, making crescents on it with my fingernails. Yes, I like a good ass.

"So are you done yet?" I ask as I look at him. "I'm not really having any fun here." I tell him with a frown. It was okay for like the first few minutes, but now I am bored. Now I am ready to go home.

"You have the shortest attention span ever." Mark said in shock as he looked over at me. I'm tapping the c.d.s with my fingers. I am stomping my foot I want the hell out of there. "God... Look at you." He teases as he looks into my eyes.

"Stop." I say as I roll my eyes. "I just... We came here to do this, and you should be done." I grumble. If it were me, it would only take me a few minutes. I would know what I was doing. I would have an idea of what I wanted and I would get out of there.

"You are just like grandpa. God, are you ever not in a hurry?" He asks as he shakes his head. "I mean... With you two it is always hurry up and wait. We will rush home and then what? Unless you are wanting a fuck from Derek. Then, I get it."

"Eh... Okay." I say as I roll my eyes. "Just... Do whatever." I mutter as I continue my people watching. I let out a yawn, something I do when I am bored. Apparently Mark sees it, because he shoves the c.d.s down and looks at me.

"Let's go." He grumbles as he grabs my hand. "Let's just... Come on. You are worse than a little kid." He moans as he grabs his items and we walk towards the checkout. He was lucky he got anything at all. He was lucky I brought him. Little ass.

"I am not a kid." I growl as they scan his stupid music. At least he isn't stealing music. That is a plus. He is paying for it legitimately, and that is a rarity.

"No, you obviously aren't a kid. Kids don't have fuck buddies. Kids don't fuck in front of their cousins. You are an adult." He says frankly. I see the checkout boy. He thinks I'm nuts. I can see it in his eyes. He thinks I am a fool.

"Okay, jealousy." I laugh as I look at him. He rolls his eyes. I actually think Mark is the kind of guy that wants in a relationship. Who would have thought? See, it is Derek how is the man whore, not Mark. Mark would actually be the better guy.

"I'm not jealous. Free fucking is free fucking. I'm sure I could get mine if I wanted to." Mark says with a nod as he pulls out his cash. "What you and Derek have... It's not normal. But it works for both of you." Mark points out as he grabs his bag and the change.

"But it won't work forever... I mean, Derek will move on. Derek will meet someone, and he won't want free fucking anymore. Someday he will get married and all of that happy shit. I will never do that. Fuck that." I say frankly. I am not getting married and having kids. I am not going through the bullshit of raising the monsters until they are eighteen and having to deal with crap for an eternity. And the thought of my husband leaving me with them... Too scary. I am not having kids.

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