Late Night College Girl Phone Sex
warm pavement · short dress · still outside
I called him back from the parking lot because the apartment still smelled like my roommate’s leftover noodles and I didn’t want that in the story. Pavement was still holding the heat. Dress was too short for how I was standing. I kept tugging it and then stopping because I knew he could hear the fabric.
He asked what I was wearing like they all do. I told him the truth. Thin straps. No jacket. Flip flops I should not have worn this late. That’s the College Girl version of me. Not a costume. Just me not going inside yet.
A car door slammed two rows over and I laughed too loud and then dropped my voice. I like talking when I can still hear other people. Makes me meaner for some reason. I told him to put his hand where I said and not get cute about the speed. He got cute anyway. I made him start over.
You still in the lot with me or you going inside?
I sat on the concrete bumper like an idiot and talked him through it slow. How the dress rode up when I leaned forward. How the night air hit the back of my thighs. I wasn’t trying to be poetic. I was just hot and a little reckless and he was paying attention like it was a test.
He wanted me to go upstairs. I said not yet. Parking lot sex is a rumor people tell. What I actually did was stay on the phone with my knees together and then not together and make him wait through every little sound. A skateboard. Somebody’s bass. Me telling him to freeze.
When I finally went in I didn’t turn the big light on. I put him on speaker on the bed and kept the College Girl thing going like I hadn’t closed the door on it. Short sentences. Laughing when he got too serious. Then I got serious for thirty seconds and that wrecked him more than the laugh.
I let him finish after I said he could. Not before. He said my name wrong and I corrected him and then I was nice about it. I’m not always nice. Depends on the night.
If you call wanting the clean bedroom version, I can do that. If you want the parking lot still in my voice, say so. I like being a College Girl who didn’t make it inside before the conversation got filthy. That’s the honest leftover. Warm concrete. Cheap dress. Him trying not to make noise.
I’m around. Don’t text me a paragraph. Just call and tell me where you are.
And if you only wanted the idea of a College Girl and not the actual girl talking, this isn’t your post.
I went inside after. The story didn’t.
— Alaysia
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