Late Night Call

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He always calls her late at night...

Submitted: May 05, 2018

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“Late Night Call”

 

He had never

really loved

her

at best

he just thought

she was semi

good looking

she was just

a play thing

to him

a late night

call

when his carnal

urges

needed to be

satisfied

and like Domino's

pizza

she was there

in 30-minutes

or less

pipping Hot

and ready to

go,

he callously

pushed aside

her feelings

for him

telling her the

words

she so wanted

to hear

him say

to her

on the phone

it never took

too much

coaching

no matter

how late

it was

to get her

to say yes

to coming by

his place

always showing

up

in the sexiest

outfits

she had hidden

in the back

of her closet,

foreplay

consisted of

him

telling her

how Hot she

looked

for a few

minutes

before steering

her

towards his

bedroom door

he was like

a drug to

her

just hearing the

phone ring

late at night

got her heart

wildly beating

as she scrambles

around the

room

to find her

phone,

she easily buries

the fact

that he never

calls her

just to say

hi

maybe

talk a bit

about the things

going on in

her life

or how she

is doing,

he always opens

the conversation

with some form

of the same

sentence

“so if you’re

not doing anything

right now

would you like

to come over?”

“I can come by

but only for

a little while

if you like”

she says coyly

acting like

she doesn’t know

what

he has in mind

not letting him

know

she was

already changing

out of her

loose fitting

sweats

and into something

tight

and much more

revealing

as soon as

she sees its

him

on the phone,

she doesn’t feel

used at all

she knows what

she’s getting

that sudden rush

of adrenaline

coursing through

her body

as she slips

her feet

into her shoes

knowing

he likes her in

heels

and hoping he’ll

notice this new

pair,

he hangs up

his phone

heads to the

bathroom

to brush his

teeth

and dab on

some fresh

cologne

the least he

could do

for her

late night

efforts

he grabs another

beer

it takes a

few

long swallows

to rinse out

that minty fresh

taste

from his mouth

as he makes

a quick scan

of the place

making sure

theirs nothing

laying around

that he doesn’t

want

to have to

explain

though she

rarely asks

any questions

of him

and before he

can even finish

his beer

she is already

lightly tapping

on the front

door

one last tip

of his beer

before turning

the knob

of the door

stepping aside

as she walks

past him

she’s

trying not to

look

overly anxious

in front of

him

a bored expression

on her face

but an electric

current

underneath

running through

her whole body,

he gives her

all the customary

compliments

of course

taking notice

of her shoes

making her feel

like only she

can fill his

special need

of the night

she never tires

of hearing how

her body

turns him on

or seeing his

physical reaction

to it

as his eyes

begin touching

her

in ways

his hands

are sure to

follow with,

he leaves the

T.V. on

as he leads

her

to his room

looking over

his shoulder

at a baseball

score

before shutting

his bedroom

door

behind them

silencing

ESPN’s recap

of the day’s

box scores,

she looks

intently

into his eyes

as she starts

removing her

clothes

trying to find

some trace of

love

hidden deep

in their blue

but it isn’t

there

to be found

she settles

for the obvious

hunger

their showing

her instead,

being wanted

for any reason

is still

several steps

above

being alone

she thinks

as he casually

hugs her

before dragging

both their bodies

down to the

bed

she’s not caring

now

why she decided

to be here

was it love

lust

or just a stupid

game

she knows

she never wins,

as he rolls her

on to her

back

he never really

cared

about the reasons

why

she showed up

tonight

and every other

night

to begin with

just happy with

the fact

that she’s here

now

beneath him

as she’s pretending

he loves her

and he is

thinking of

someone else,

somewhere

in the back

of her mind

she thinks these

habitual

late night

stands

will add up

to something

more significant

tip the balance

of love

in her favor

making him

want

to have her

around

for reasons

other than

just the one,

he’s blind to

her motives

not wanting to

see

anything

that might

complicate

this arrangement

he has with

her,

she can sense

their time

together

on this particular

night

will shortly be

coming to an

end

as she’s

looking down

now

at him

still pretending

while he’s

staring vacantly

through her

still imagining

till they both

get to the

point

they were

hoping for,

she lays there

for a couple

of minutes

preparing for

that awkwardness

of the goodbyes

an uneasy embrace

that seems more

like a handshake

just with less

feelings

attached to it,

she’s unable to

play make-believe

through this last

part

of the night

the rush is

gone now

leaving a big

empty space

in her heart

that quickly

starts

filling up

with all those

little personal

battles

between her

and her

self-respect

questions

she tries so

hard

to avoid

but can’t

now that she’s

alone in her

car

she turns up

her car stereo

hoping to hide

from them

behind a wall

of sound

which does the

job as she

intended

it works as a

buffer

between her

and the close

proximity

of those truth

seeking thoughts,

she changes out

of her restrictive

clothes

and back into

her sweats

stepping out of

one world

and into another

before sitting

down

on top of her

bed

maybe

she should try

saying no

to him

just once

she says to

herself

again

for the hundredth

time

but she knows

in her heart

if she hears

that phone ring

late tomorrow

night

she’ll probably

stop at nothing

to get herself

to him

as quickly

as she can

before he changes

his mind

or finds somebody

else

to take her

spot,

it’s still warm

outside

at this late

hour

a light summer

breeze

blowing in from

her window

she lies back

on top of

her sheets

clicks off her

lamp

and tries to

relive

those feelings of

passion

and that physical

closeness

the shared

and most

importantly

of being desired

by him

needed

by him

even if only

for an hour

at a time

and as she

wanders through

these still wet

memories

waiting for sleep

to take hold

of her

she makes a

mental note

to pick out

a sexy outfit

with heels

first thing

in the morning

and have it

ready

just in case

he calls her

again…

 

Tom Allen…05-02-2018…


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