Mall Trip Finale (I hope)

Called the Footlocker the other day. My shoes were in but the girl wasn't working that day.

This evening the wife was out, so I seized the opportunity to leave the house alone, before she came home. Passed by the shoe store again; luckily the girl was there.

I kidded around with her nonstop. At first I was nervous and wasn't sure how I'd break the ice and start talking to her. But I just cracked some joke off the top of my head and started killing. I was funny as hell.

I jokingly told her I felt weird wearing my new shoes out of the store, since they are black and my belt is brown. She laughed and pointed out that my sweatshirt (a new and very stylish one, not some sloppy slacker sweatshirt) covered my belt. "Yeah, but I still know it's there. Ya know? Like, I feel like a dork, undercover. Don't you feel that way when your underwear doesn't match your outfit?"

She smiled so broadly, lips closed, and I watched her blush deep red right before my eyes. So young, so inexperienced, unworldly, uncontaminated. Most of the girls I fool around with nowadays are so well-traveled that they've been penetrated 10 different ways. Not much is new or shocking to them. Some of these girls are into really kinky stuff: I've been with women who know what they like, and tell me in explicit detail that they want to have their tits tied up and whipped, be fisted vaginally during anal sex, be made to drink my piss, have their faces slapped over and over, be raped, have their throats fucked til they retch, be called a worthless slut or a whore or a sperm receptacle, be handcuffed, blindfolded, beaten, whipped, tortured, violated...

A simple mention of their underwear wouldn't make them bat an eye.

To think that I brought heat to her face and made her pulse elevate...
Man, what I would do to her. So many different delicious parts of her body to explore and send her skyward with new sensations, new pleasures...

Eventually I turned the conversation toward "Do you work 40 hours?" and learned that she

• works part time
• is 21
• everyone thinks she looks 16
• has a 7-month-old daughter
• takes care of her daughter when she's not working
• isn't married
• lives with her boyfriend
• her boyfriend is the baby's father
• she saw that I have a baby (which means she saw my wife)

Clearly she likes me. I could totally pull her, too. She seems so naïve that I bet it'd be easy. She'd fall for all the most basic lies and excuses. I could string her along for a long time. Her boyfriend would be easy to push out of the way. A young guy? Please. Step aside, chump. You're in my world. I'd just need to pass by her store every now and then to say hi or buy some shoes or sports apparel, become friendly acquaintances, and A) "wait out" her relationship with her boyfriend, then be "there for her" when they break up, or B) be more charming and intriguing than he, and lure her away.

I won't bore you with the excuses that have already halfway formed in my head, as to why I was at the store with my wife ("Wife? No, that's my ex, we just still get along, for the baby's sake") or why my wife was wearing a ring ("She wears that so she doesn't feel like people see her and think she's a single mother"), etc. But I noticed that my brain was already doing its work in the background.

Anyway, she's too innocent for me to corrupt. I wouldn't want to hurt a young girl, with a child, no less. Luckily for me my libido has waned enough since I was younger, and her mall is so out of the way, that I doubt I'll find myself compelled to go after her. Please god, for her sake, don't let me fuck this beautiful person.