Page 49 of Forbidden Pregnancy
I have no game – just my earnest desire to spend time with Myra that doesn’t involve just sliding my dick inside her.
Mygame? I’m stammering my way through asking this woman out like a fucking idiot and she thinks I’m playing a game here? The only game I’m playing is “survive this shit without looking like a fucking idiot”.
“I want to date you.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“Why not?” I can’t believe she’s arguing with me. Even if I could have predicted Myra would be hard to get, I couldn’t have predicted her forcing me to defend my position. I felt her pussy clamping around my cock with the deep throbbing that only comes from a genuine, deep orgasm.
“Listen, Michael. I’m not dumb. I’m very grateful for our opportunity to enjoy intimacy with each other but… I’m not the type of girl guys like you marry. And that’s what I want. I’m not a goomah.”
“A what?”
“A mistress.” Myra tries to hide the immediate reaction the word provokes. Her body shies away from me as she says it. I can’t believe she would associate the two of us with that word – especially when I just asked her on a date.
“I’m not married.”
She looks at me like she thinks I’m an idiot – which I’m not. I’m not married and I never once thought that Myra was the type of woman who would be anyone’s mistress. She dresses like an elementary school teacher… from the seventies. I find her charming and strange, but I don’t consider her beneath me.
My problem is quite different.
“But you will be. And so will I. We’re going to end up with our own kind, so we shouldn’t waste each other’s time. I’m flattered, Michael. So if it’s about your ego, don’t worry. You’re hot.”
Does she really think I’m that shallow? I didn’t fuck Myra for my ego. I took her virginity because I wanted to – and I wantedher.
“What do you mean by ‘my own kind?’” I ask her.
“An Italian woman. Someone who understands… this.”
“You seem to understand the world quite well. You speak multiple languages. You’re studying to get a doctorate in Applied Linguistics. I don’t see you as any less than I am.”
“It’s not just about that,” Myra says.
“It’s just a baseball game.”
“Is that what it is?”
“Yes. I’m asking you on a first date to the Buffalo Bisons season opener against the Syracuse Salt Potatoes. You can pretend we’re just going as friends if that makes you feel better.”
Myra stares at me with wide eyes. I’m just happy I stunned her into silence long enough that she stops arguing with me. I don’t know what emotional reaction I just provoked in Myra, but my words worked on her just enough that she seems to see me for who I really am.
“Okay, fine. Just one date. It’ll be enough to change your mind.”
“Is that so?”
“You’re an athlete, Michael. You just want to win. I’ll let you win this one and then after that, you’ll get me out of your system.”
I smile and nod.
“After Cosima’s lesson next Friday. We’ll leave from here.”
I can’t stop grinning like an idiot. Myra seems more hesitant.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asks.
“Yes. I’m taking you out on a date. Arealdate.”
Finally, Myra cracks. I see the hint of a smile on her pretty brown face.
