Will You Tell Her?
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You are quiet, standing still behind the stall door. Your heart–thud, thud, thud–is slamming against your rib cage, because you think you might really do it this time.
Will you tell her? If you do it, will you? You don’t know, you’re not sure. Because if you do it, all bets are off, everything changes.
You’ve talked with her about it time and again. She’s always laughed, told you that you didn’t have the balls. You’ve laughed with her, telling her that she’s probably right, that she knows you too well. She’s always seemed rather fond of you, and you like that. You want to believe that you mean more to her than the other guys.
The outer door opens. The sound of music, voices, laughter. Dying off as the door slowly swings shut. A crisp swoosh when it meets the doorjamb, then silence. The click of a lock being turned. Footsteps.
“Are you in here? Where are you?”
His voice is deep, husky. It thrills you.
And then he is opening the stall door. You swallow, your mouth is so dry. But you are lowering yourself to your knees. Oh yes, you’re going to do it this time.
***
Hi.
Well, hello, baby. Where have you been? I waited for your call last night. I missed you.
I, um, I was out. A friend was having a party, so I went, ended up staying late.
Did you have fun?
Michelle, I’ve got something to tell you.
Yeah? You can tell me anything, you know that.
I did it. I really did it.
Did what? Oh my fucking god! You mean….?
I mean I sucked a cock last night. I did it for real.
Damn! Well, did you like it? Was it as good as our fantasies?
Well, Michelle, I don’t want to hurt your feelings. You’ve been a doll. I really like you.
But?
Well, the thing is, he’s coming over in a little bit. And, well....
Yes? Well, what?
I told the service before they connected us to cancel my account, that this is my last–
Cancel your account? What the fuck?
Michelle, this phone sex costs a lot. And this thing that is happening. It’s hot.
Fuck you!
I wanna see where it goes.
You’re a bastard.
Try to understand, Michelle, I have to pay him, and I can’t afford you both.
FUCKING FAG!
…….click
Hello? Hello? Michelle? FUCKING WHORE!
December 27th, 2005 10:00 pm
This blog…just another reason to add to the multitude of reasons of why I love you so much. Boy Toy
January 20th, 2006 8:30 am
Hello, Miss Angela. You know who this is. I had the most awesome experience of my life last night, thanks to You.
March 4th, 2006 8:08 am
Angela, you write beautifully. This example just proves it. You capture the tentative atmosphere well and then, with humor, you bring the story to a logical, but totally unexpected conclusion. Nicely done.