A Little Young (M+m+g, loli, prost?, smk, inc-ref) by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) Summary: A woman learns what guys really want from a young girl… “Aren’t you a little young to be smoking?” some random thirty-something year old woman asked me as I walked past her. Stopping dead in my tracks, I was about to tell her to ‘go to hell’, ‘mind her own business’, or something along those lines. Then I remembered what had happened the last time I’d said something like that to an adult woman; so I honestly replied, “I only smoke after sex,” before taking another drag from the half-smoked cigarette between my fingers. “Ah…” the woman half stuttered a response. “What?” I asked as I exhaled a little cloud of smoke in her direction. “Aren’t you a little young to be having sex?” she asked. I simply replied, “No,” before taking another drag from my cigarette. “I was a little young the first time I had sex, but I was definitely older than you are…” the woman commented. “So you were one of those girls who didn’t have sex until ten?” I half asked through my exhale. “I…well…” she began to stammer before definitively saying, “I was fifteen.” Hearing her say that I had to assume that she must have been really fat or ugly or something when she was a kid. Curiosity was getting the better of me so I ended up asking, “Did you like do something to keep guys from putting their dick in you?” “What? What would I have done?” the woman sounded confused. “I don’t know…you could’a smeared shit all over your crotch…” I suggested: that definitely seemed like something that would keep guys from trying to put their dicks in a girl. “Gross: no!” she replied almost immediately before adding, “Aren’t you a little young to be using words like that?” “Didn’t know there’s a minimum age to say that word,” I commented before dropping the butt of my cigarette on the ground. I thought for a second while I crushed it out with the sole of my shoe before adding, “Can’t think of a more appropriate word than ‘smeared’.” “’Smeared’ wasn’t the word I was talking about; shouldn’t you be saying ‘poop’?” the woman said. “I say ‘shit’ all the time,” I honestly commented, before rephrasing my previous question, “So you smeared poop all over your crotch?” “’Course not: that’s gross,” there was a twinge of disgust in her voice. “So then you were like so fat and ugly guys didn’t want to put their dicks in you?” I asked, “Or were all the guys you knew just fags?” “WHAT?! NO!!!” she declared. Clearly I’d pissed off this random thirty-something year old woman; so I tried to end the conversation by saying, “It was fun talking and all, but my boyfriend’ll be pissed if I’m late. “You’re going to see your boyfriend?” the woman suddenly sounded really confused. “Yea,” I replied, before adding, “he’s taking me to the movies…we’re gonna see ‘Slasher Doll’. Why?” “Aren’t you a little young to be seeing such a gory movie?” the woman asked. Shrugging my shoulders I replied, “Now, no. The first time I saw one…” “And how long ago was that?” she interrupted. I paused in thought for a second before answering, “The movie was Voodoo Vomit…I saw it in the theater…” I took a breath before asking, “That came out, what, three years ago?” “Ah… four,” the random thirty-something year old woman corrected me. “Oh… So I was five then,” I honestly answered. “Definitely too young,” she definitively said. “After seeing it, I slept with my big brothers every night for a week,” I fondly remembered out loud before adding, “Now I know to just sit on my boyfriend’s lap if I get scared.” The woman gave me a funny look before asking, “Why would that keep you from getting scared?” WOW this woman was DUMB! “If I’m focused on what’s happening under my skirt and inside my top…” “Oh…” she cut me off.