You Booty Called My Parents House at 3:30 AM

Jose leaves right after we wake up. I plop on the couch to watch the news. Dad comes in and asks me if my guy got a hold of me on my cell. “What guy?” He says the one that called the home phone at 3:30 this morning. Mom and Sister each answered a phone. He asked for me. They told him I was sleeping. Sister may have said something rude. They didn’t bother to take a message.

I know instantly that it has to be Gloves. He and Dorothy are they only ones I gave the number too. I call Gloves and he says it was him. He was confused on which number I said to call. And he wouldn’t normally call so late but he was really horny and wanted to have phone sex. I tell him I’ll call him back later.

Sister comes home from work and tells me MOB called last night. I assure her it was not MOB. She could’ve sworn it sounded just like him. She wondered how he would’ve got the number. I tell her it was Gloves and he’s sorry.

Her and I take off to do some shopping. Keep in mind to do any real shopping when I’m home you have to drive an hour north to a “big” town. It gives Sister and I time to catch up. Man, I miss that girl. On the way up we get on the subject of old friends from high school, people in town we don’t like, etc. We walk in to the first store and whom should we pass in the bra and panties section but two of my former closest friends. I mean, we were tight. BFF’s in high school. Hell, junior high until the middle of college we were nearly inseparable. We had a falling out a while back. They got married and popped out babies and I moved away to live my life. The first few minutes were anything but comfortable. We kept talking and soon 45 minutes had passed. It was weird. People can mean so much to you at times in your life and then just disappear. I didn’t feel towards them the same way I felt with Jose. There was a huge gap, wounded hearts and hurt feelings. Memories of Spanish class and pillow fights as a high school freshman couldn’t make up for that. The friendships had been over for years. Yet, it was still nice to run in to them for those few minutes. Odd, but nice.

We hit a few more stops and then we have to rush the hour home to meet the grandparents and parents for dinner. We stop on the way to pee at the gas station in some random town along the highway. In we walk and head to the ladies bathroom. We go in together because we’re girls and we’re sisters. This young boy, maybe 10 or 11, is standing outside the woman’s restroom. We go around him and go in. The minute we shut the door he yells, “Two girls are in there together. Are you guys having fun?” He lets out a demented little cackle. I, perched atop the porcelain throne yell back, “Yeah, baby!” He starts laughing again. “Two girls are doing dirty things in the potty!!” So like the immature child that I am, I begin moaning at the top of my lungs. This sends him into a tizzy. My sister laughs but then glares at me. “Shut up, dude. He’s retarded.” I shrug. “Just because he’s wearing a Vikings jacket doesn’t make him retarded.” “No, I think he’s mentally retarded.” Oh. My bad. But still. Where are his parents? Keep your kid in check. So we finish peeing and come out and he is standing a few feet away. This kids not handicap. He’s just stupid. And he’s standing there with his equally appealing father, both staring at us with hungry eyes and porno pervy smiles. I want to hurl. Instead, I like my lips like it was covered in the best tasting fluid ever and watch their jaws drop. Hey, they don’t know we’re sisters.

Dinner was fun. Went home and packed afterwards. Gloves called my cell (good boy) at 1:30 AM. He somehow convinces me to have phone sex with him as I lie in the bedroom next to my parents. Something about this feels off. And something about it is really hot. Of course, I’m not sure if it’s real phone sex since I didn’t touch myself. I know it’s cheating but it’s not like he knows the difference. As long as I give him the “oh baby, I wish you were in me oohs and aahs” he’s getting what he wants. Let him picture me naked and rubbed in oil. Whatever floats his boat. I'll make up for it giving him the real thing when I get back.