Bad Girls

Just so you know, I don’t think I know a lot.  I do, on the other hand, pretend I know what I’m talking about quite often.  I just think it’s a fun thing to do.  Mostly around peers who I am not acquainted with.  It’s really no fun with people who know who I am.  But when I just deicide to have a friendly conversation with a total stranger…  Well, that’s when things really get interesting.

It was just the other day when I would have what will most likely be the most interesting conversation with a stranger that I will ever have.  It was with a girl, and a rather slutty one at that.  I don’t usually judge people I hardly know…  Actually that’s a lie.  I always judge people I don’t know.  But I don’t pay much attention to it.  I figure that it’s a part of human nature.  If someone cuts you off in traffic, you automatically assume that the person does it often and that he or she is a total asshole.  That’s what it was like when I saw the beautiful red-haired girl hanging around three guys, who I knew as jerks.  They were guys I had crossed paths with earlier in the school year, and they weren’t the nicest people I’ve ever met.  They were reminiscent of the dumb jock stereotype.

Anyway, this very cute read-head was hanging out with them and laughing and letting the guys touch her ass and stuff.  Hey, I saw it!  I was witness to it.  One ugly blonde guy even went as far as pretending to trip (he was horrible at pretending, also) to get a good grasp of the girl’s breasts.

Not only should a guy not do that in the first place, a girl shouldn’t let a guy do that.  The cute bimbo just laughed it off.  She was really enjoying herself.  It was at that moment that I really wanted to just pull her aside and have a little discussion.  I didn’t, of course.  But it was quite a pleasant surprise when I saw her walking home from school all alone.

I approached he by taking long strides to catch up to her.  I also walked home and I was looking to have a little amusement.

“Do you have any idea how much of a slut you are?” I asked once I got up right behind her.  The girl jumped a little.  She was startled that I had just appeared right behind her.  I shrugged it off, because I got that often.

“Excuse me?” she said, pretending to be insulted.  It was really just incase she had been insulted, because I could tell she really didn’t hear what I had said.  The traffic on the street next to us was rather loud.

I repeated myself, going a little slower this time.  “Do you,” I began, and I made a short pause after this, “have any idea,” another pause, “how much of a slut you are?”

“Oh,” she said in an understanding tone.  “Yes, I know.”

She was proud!  She was proud to be a slut!  I wasn’t surprised, though.  I had kind of expected a response similar to that.

“Oh, okay.” I said.  I pretended like I was going to stop the conversation after that and stayed silent for a few seconds.  Then I began talking once again.  “It’s just that I saw you this morning.  You were letting guys feel you up and everything.  It’s one thing if you’re having like a foursome in your bedroom, or something, but it’s another thing if you do it in public.  It’s disgusting!”

“Then why do you watch?” she asked while giving a cute, wily smile.  She wasn’t wily at all, but she seemed to think she was.

“It was kind of hard to miss.  I actually didn’t think girls went that far in public.  I mean, I know how it goes in the bedroom.  I’ve been there.  But I would never do anything like that in public.  You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“I know.  But I’m not.  So what kind of things have you done with a girl…  In the privacy of a bedroom, of course?”

I wasn’t about to answer that question.  Actually, I was about to answer it, but I knew I wouldn’t.  Not honestly, anyway.  “Anything your mind can imagine.  But it was only with a few girls, and they weren’t sluts.  It was the first time for all of them.”

“That’s what they all say.  I know.”  She winked at me.

I had, in fact, lied to her.  I have done some “interesting” things with a girl, but it was one girl.  And I’ve never gone too far.  I’ve done stuff with other girls, but nothing really “interesting.”  Through the conversation with the redheaded slut, I found out that I’m actually tame by today’s standards.  My parents sure as hell didn’t consider it tame.

“Really,” I resumed the conversation.  “Well, they did a very good impression of a first time.”

“They always do.”

I was getting bored.  Or very irritated.  “Okay, I’m going to leave now.  I’ll just speed up ahead, if you’ll excuse me.”

I was about to leave her behind when she asked me quickly, “Wait!  What are doing tonight?”

Heh…  That’s where this story ends.  I was really hoping to get the cute redhead to see the error of her ways.  Instead, the conversation had the inverse effect.  Oh well.  I’d just like to let everyone know that the moral of this story is that you really should stay away from sluts.  Sure, they are fun, I must admit, but you don’t want to get involved with them.  They’re not people that you should be mingling with.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date tonight.