Nothing like getting all dolled up for New Year’s Eve, and there’s nothing like two young women on the prowl! You can always find trouble to get into if you look hard enough.
It took no time at all to find out that he couldn’t measure up. I had barely gotten warmed up and he was finished. And all the time, I’m thinking, “God, is that it? Is that all you’ve got?” He didn’t even give me a chance to put my contraceptive insert in. He was done before I even got started. I looked over at Trey, and he was asleep – dead to the world. I turned on the TV and thought, “I giving you an hour, then you’ve got to take me back to my car.”
As it turned out, Keith didn’t have cable, so the best thing on was Monday Night Football. I can’t stand football, so I rolled over and elbowed Trey in the ribs. “Hey, wake up! I’ve got to get home.” I was on vacation – I had absolutely no reason to get up and go home in such a rush. If this had been Tim, I’d be there until the next afternoon. As it stood, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Trey grumbled something unintelligible. “Wake up!”
After about ten minutes of nudging and kicking, Trey finally opened his eyes and smiled. I hoped he couldn’t see how far my nose was turned up. Did he think he had done something here? Was I supposed to have enjoyed that? I straightened up my face as well as I could. As far as I was concerned, this was a totally wasted evening.
“You wanna take a shower?” Trey asked with look that told me he meant “together”.
“No, that’s okay. I just want to get home. I can take one there.” We got dressed in silence by the light of the television. He tried to make small talk during the drive back downtown, but I answered in monosyllables. When we reached my car in the alley behind the federal building, I practically lunged at the door handle. “Thanks. I’ll see you later”, I mumbled.
“What are you doing the rest of your vacation?”, he asked.
“I really don’t know yet. I’ll call you.”
If Trey had known anything about me at all, he would have known that “I’ll call you” was the kiss of death. It generally meant “I hope I never see you again in life”. He apparently didn’t know me because, over the next two weeks, he left about a dozen messages with my mother for me to call him.
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!