The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

“What’s a virgin?”

I started to think of a less explicit way that I could explain to Blue what being a virgin meant. Her large bright blue eyes stared at me in what appeared to be sheer fascination and curiosity. She was waiting for an answer. My word could be law.

“Well, person who has never had sex in their life is usually a virgin.” I explained.

Blue continued to stare at me, and that was making me nervous. “What’s sex?”

I blew out a breath and maybe I was starting to sweat a little. “When a man and a woman go to bed naked...they do things to each other.”

“Bad things?”

I shook my head. “Mostly good.”

“That makes me a virgin, right?” she asked.

“Correct.”

“And you are?”

I faked a cough. I couldn’t lie to her and say that I was a virgin too, it would be unfair to lie to her and I’d never lied to Blue before. She deserved to know the truth. “I’m...not really a virgin.”

“Oh.” She said, and I wished I knew how I could read her mind. “That means you’ve been naked with other women.”

I gave her a nod. “I didn’t know you at that time.” As if that explained anything.

“So you’re a boy and I’m a girl...” she started and I wasn’t ready for what she was about to ask me. “And we go to bed naked, I start kissing you and then you keep touching me and I’m constantly sighing...is that what sex is?”

I smiled. “That’s what it starts with, but the process towards the end is a little complicated than that.”

And now she was lying in bed, her chin resting on her hands. “How complicated?”

I sighed. There was no other way of explaining it. I was doomed to do the sex-ed talk. It reminded me of all those teachers in middle school who did their best to make the children understand. We used to laugh at them at that time, right now, I only sympathized with them

“A man has a penis and a woman has a vagina, during sex a man’s penis goes inside the vagina.”

“And is that how babies are made too?”

“Yes. You’re really smart, Blue.”

then declared,

“What?”

wondered how human babies were made. When you take me out, I see a lot of mother’s take their little children out and they look so cute. So happy. I decided

laughed. “That’s not

baby, Hunter. If it’s with you, I wouldn’t mind, and I...I promise you I will take good care of the baby.” She pouted in fake anger, “Why are you

she wanted, agreeing to anything on a whim, I’d spoiled her and I didn’t regret it, but sometimes I needed to take a step back and consider that while this was hilarious for me, it was her wish. It

boy too. I’ll ask

process. I caught her chin between my fingers. “You can’t go around asking

was...I was just kidding. I wasn’t asking

you’re the one who suggested it first.” I said. I tried to calm myself down; I didn’t want to fight with Blue. To her, asking for

We need to have a home together, and I need you to guarantee that you wouldn’t leave me. Having a baby is not something you get just because you want it, its building a family together. If I give you a baby, it’s not just yours, it’s mine too. Ours.” I explained and a burn had started to form

her eyes were glazed. “That sounds

know how babies are made, I hope you wouldn’t go

won’t I promise.” She

have a baby, but she’d certainly realized that marrying me wasn’t something she

human or a

and uncurled the locks of her hair. “Not sure

answer. “Can I ask you one more

“Sure.”

me

want you to take part in any sinful acts that may stop you from entering your world, but that doesn’t mean

is going to make

mouth. Her sweet tongue darted and licked my lips, every stroke getting bolder

the thick fabric. “Let me see it.” She whispered, her cheeks flushed and eyes

shook my head. “I...I can’t let you. If I take off my clothes, I don’t think

least let me

but only with

off my jeans, took off my shirt and lay in bed with a tent showing in my boxer briefs, the tent was large enough to accommodate up-to

a specimen in a mad scientist lab; she was the mad scientist who was trying to come up with ideas to torture

course Blue could never disappoint, she went right ahead and grasped me through the briefs and pressed her palms. She whispered,

goes home happy. But no, I was going to torture myself. I knew if I took off the last piece of garment that was keeping me sane, I’d lose it. If her hand came anywhere near

lasted for a long time. I had to force her off me, as I climbed out of bed. I

I could

that but she’d somehow gotten herself inside the old storage room at the end of the hallway outside my bedroom. A towel was wrapped around my waist, and my golden-brown hair was dripping wet. When Blue saw me, her eyes trailed towards my torso and I saw her

me, maybe a little more. Her cheeks turned red, and she said. “You never told me

been in the art room where I

used to.”

You’re so talented.” She complimented