Bad Romance At Carleton U

Allison and I talked while I paid my phone bill with my Scotia Bank debit card, then I asked her if she wanted to grab a bite while we caught up. She hesitated, and I felt my shoulders raise themselves in an anticipatory shrug. Allison nodded, and we went to the Rideau center food court together. We stopped by Manchu Wok and grabbed some Chinese food. I sat opposite her at a table located in the center of the room, surrounded by a ton of other people since the mall is super-busy on a Saturday. Sitting across from Allison, I noticed how pretty she was. Five-foot-seven and probably one hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, with a nicely rounded butt. Not as big as Ebony Candy's but pretty damn close. Not bad. We caught up while wolfing down the Manchu Wok. Well, I wolfed it down. She took her sweet time.

Apparently, Allison met a guy named Todd Winston during our senior year at Saint Augustine Academy. The son of a wealthy American businessman visiting Toronto. He convinced her to come live with him in Boston, Massachusetts. According to her, Todd was a tall, red-haired white guy with piercing gray eyes. Her dream guy, apparently. She originally wanted to study civil engineering at the University of Ottawa but transferred to Boston University to be with her special guy. Their romance fizzled after they moved in together, and he dumped her. Now she was back in Ottawa. She tried to get back into the University of Ottawa but they wouldn't take her back after she snubbed their scholarship offer in favor of an American school. Wow. I willed my features to reflect concern rather than amazement and asked Allison what she wanted to do now. She told me that Carleton University was her only option at this point. Carleton University a.k.a. Last Chance University. Gotta love it. I smiled and gently touched her hand. Then I wished her welcome to Carleton and a warm welcome back to Ottawa. The most exciting little city you've never heard of in the continent of North America. The town that fun forgot.

Allison laughed when I said that and I laughed too. For a moment I was distracted by how pretty she was. Her nerdy glasses were gone, and her face was pretty cute. I still have my nerdy glasses, but I have a cool goatee now so it balances out. I'm going to get new glasses soon. There's an optician place at Saint Laurent mall that I heard good things about. Allison was talking, going on and on about how stupid she had been to go away with an American guy she barely knew, when there were so many good men around. I smiled and tried not to roll my eyes. Women always go for the bad boys because they find nice guys like me boring. Serves them right when they get hurt. I didn't tell Allison that, of course. She grinned, and told me something I found surprising. Gently she touched my hand and told me that I, Charles "The Chuckster" Joseph was one of the good guys. I looked at her hand on mine and smiled. Very good, I said.

At that precise moment, guess who came walking through the Rideau Center food court? None other than Avalina Adewale, formerly of Kano City, Nigeria, flanked by two of her girlfriends, a hijab-wearing Somali chick and an Arab-looking chick with a buzz cut and leather jacket. I noticed that Avalina was wearing her crucifix again. Hmmm. I guess she lost interest in Islam right after Mohammed dumped her for a white chick. Imagine that. Who would have thought that a man from a nation that treats women like second-class citizens would discard the women in his life like Chinese takeout after doing his business with them? No one could foresee such a thing, of course. Avalina's eyes met mine, and she noticed Allison sitting across from me, our hands touching. Her eyes flashed, then rolled, and she did a certain gesture of displeasure with her lips without saying anything. She and her girlfriends walked by without saying anything. Allison looked at me and asked me if everything was alright. Apparently, to her, I looked like I'd seen a ghost. I smiled and told her I felt great. She smiled, and shook her head.

That afternoon, I got Allison Albright's digits and made plans to take her to the Blair theater the following Tuesday. It's cheap movie day and I don't have any classes in the afternoon, so...sounds good. Allison wanted to see The Expendables sequel and I was okay with that. This gal likes action movies and comic books, one of the many things I admired about her back at the academy, as I recalled. Allison and I hung out a bit after dinner, then went our separate ways. She hugged me a bit longer than she did before, and told me she looked forward to seeing me again. I smiled and nodded as she walked away. Looks like I got myself a date, folks. Cool. I went home, feeling almost giddy with the way things were going for me. I slept well, and woke up that Sunday morning feeling really good.

Sunday morning I did my homework, and watched Terminator Salvation on basic cable. I was bored as hell and had nothing to do. I called Allison and we chit-chatted for about thirty minutes. I liked talking to her. She was the same old Allison from the old days. She was really sad when I told her that our favorite teacher Jill Ellis had died of cancer. I told her about my donation to the cancer foundation in her name and Allison sounded genuinely impressed. It's for a good cause, I said. Afterwards, I lay on the couch, feeling lazy. I wanted to do something but what? I found myself reading the weekend edition of the Ottawa Sun newspaper, and found an interesting ad in the back pages. A certain cute blonde chick in the west end promised a spectacular time. Spectacular, huh? We'll see about it. I called the number and a sleepy female voice answered. We talked about the particulars. Half an hour later I had showered and left the dorm with condoms in my pocket and one hundred and twenty dollars in cash.

I took the number four bus to Hurdman station then hopped on the ninety six bus to Kanata. The ride from downtown Ottawa to Kanata took another thirty minutes. Once there, I walked to a certain building located not too far from the Kanata central bus station, and called "Blondie" again. She buzzed me in, and I knocked on the door. A minute passed, then a tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, skinny white chick opened the door. The gal, who introduced herself as Karen, wasn't as young as she claimed. She had to be at least thirty five if not forty. I'm not judging, though. I handed her the money, and she told me the ground rules. No kissing, no rough stuff, and it's one hundred and twenty for the half hour and a couple hundred for the full hour. Okay by me. She led me to the bedroom, and we did the deed.

I lay naked on the king-sized bed, wondering how many other dudes had lain there while I watched Karen's pretty blonde head bobbed up and down as she sucked my cock. Once she got me real hard, I was most eager to stick it in but I did enjoy sucking on her tits and fingering her cunt before working my condom-covered cock into her snatch. This time, we did it in the missionary position. I enjoyed looking at this mature white chick while slamming my cock into her pussy. She lacked Ebony Candy's enthusiasm and youthfulness but I was turned on by her dirty talk. Got my cock harder as I fucked her. Karen and I switched things up, and she got on top of me, riding me hard as I thrust into her. I enjoyed this position more, for the sight of her floppy tits and bouncing body gave me a great visual to work with. I fucked her real good for the rest of our session together, then the clock-watcher told me time was up. Damn. Snap back to reality. Alright. I smiled politely, thanked her for a good time and left. I am so not coming back. So, that's what white pussy feels like. Cool. It's alright, but truth be told, I had more fun with ebony candy. Let's hope all white women aren't like Karen here. I went back home and spent the rest of my Sunday watching movies.

Tuesday finally came, and I went to meet Allison at the Blair movie theater. She came to the movies looking real good in a red tank top and black miniskirt. We stopped at the Blair mall food court for some pizza then went to the movie theater. While we waited through the previews, she bored me with tales of how callous her ex-boyfriend Todd was during their exchanges on Facebook. Wow, she's still in touch with him? I didn't know that. The movie started, but Allison didn't shut up. She went on and on about her former boyfriend, who lived a thousand miles away or whatever distance separates Ottawa from Boston. Damn. I made a mistake. Luckily I didn't bring her to the movies on a day when it was expensive. As Allison continued to drone on and on about her ex, I excused myself to go to the washroom. I never came back. I'd get the movie on bootleg from Gordon, a Jamaican buddy of mine at school. I am so not spending another minute with Allison's dumb ass!

I hopped on the bus heading back to Carleton University, feeling stupid. I spent ten bucks on the movie tickets and another ten on pizza, and this chick couldn't shut up about her ex. She's worse than Ava! I grumbled to myself as I deleted Allison's number from my touchscreen phone. Dumb bitch, I thought. I got home, and grabbed the paper. Went straight to the back pages. A certain exotic transsexual lady named Monique was advertising her services. Hmmm. That sounds interesting. I have masturbated while watching videos of women doing guys with strap-on dildos and I occasionally jerked off while watching videos of transsexuals doing both women and men. I never thought about doing it with one for real, though. Oh, well. My cock stiffened at the thought. I gave Miss Monique a call. She told me she lived near Bronson street, which isn't far from my school at all. Walking distance, in fact. And she was asking for one hundred and fifty dollars for a full hour of fun. I'm down with that!

I showered, went to the ATM and walked to Bronson street from the school. I called Miss Monique and she texted me the building number, and buzzer number. I went in, and I was greeted by a very pretty lady. Miss Monique the transsexual stood five-foot-eight, curvy, with light bronze skin, long Black hair and pale brown eyes. She looked Hispanic, and had a big heart-shaped ass which eclipsed that of Ebony Candy, the sexy Black woman who relieved me of my virginity. I smiled at her as I handed her the cash, and off came her clothes. I admired her sexy body, from her big tits to her wide hips and big round ass. Oh, and she had a big dick too. I'm not gay or bisexual but I've always been freaky. I'm the type to try anything at least once. Miss Monique promised me to be real gentle with me, and she was.

The sexy Latin transsexual laid on the bed, put a condom on my dick and sucked me real good. She sucked my cock and licked my balls, getting me really hard. While sucking me, Miss Monique fingered my asshole. Man, it got me even harder. Next, she climbed on top of me, impaling herself on my dick. I put my hands on her hips and thrust my cock into her tight asshole. She grimaced as I penetrated her, then began riding me. I was getting my first taste of transsexual booty and I was loving it. I slammed my cock into her asshole, and she squealed in delight. We fucked for a good while, and then I came. Miss Monique lay next to me, and asked me if I wanted to try anal sex. I told her I just fucked her ass. She grinned and told me she wanted to fuck my ass, if I was up for it.

Nope, not my thing. It's one thing to let a woman fuck your ass with a dildo, quite another thing to let a transsexual lady stick her dick in your butt. Thanks but no thanks. I did stroke Miss Monique's cock while she stroked mine, and we jerked each other to a very satisfying mutual orgasm. Afterwards, she knelt before me and sucked my cock dry. She surprised me by kissing me, which did a real trip on me because the other women I've fucked never let me kiss them. Miss Monique smiled and told me she wasn't like the others. Then she asked me how my first time was. I told her I felt great, then put my clothes back on. She patted my butt, saying she hoped to tap my ass someday. I smiled nervously and shook my head. Dream on, lady. I'm freaky enough to try anything sexual but no dicks up my ass, thank you. Anything else goes, though. To me, it wasn't even about sexuality. It's a MAN thing. Doesn't matter if you're heterosexual, bisexual or gay. Let another male stick his dick up your ass and you're a bitch. I'm nobody's bitch. I wished Miss Monique a good day, then walked out.

Tuesday night and I've got nothing to do. I noticed that Allison had called me three times, and I had three messages from Avalina as well. What did those bitches want? Seriously. Playing nice with women gets you nowhere. They will stomp all over your heart and leave you for a jerk. When you ignore them, they chase you. When you focus on them, they ignore you. They all say they aren't like that but that's the way they are. I composed a neat little message on my FIDO phone and forwarded it to both Avalina Adewale and Allison Albright. Just a few simple words, ladies and gentlemen. Are you ready for them?

Women like Ava Adewale and Allison Albright love to walk all over nice guys like myself. They need to be taught a lesson. I wanted my message to them to reflect that. Okay, here goes nothing : I don't want you. So lose my number. Peace. I couldn't make my feelings toward them any clearer. After sending that text to both of them, I got a flurry of messages and turned off my phone. When I turned it back on the next morning, I had five messages from Ava and six from Allison. I deleted them both without reading them. I also had a message from my mother, inviting me to a church thingy this Friday night. I texted her that I couldn't because I made plans. Then I showered, got dressed and went to class. I feel good, ladies and gentlemen. Never better. How about you?