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eleven-thirty here.”
Talking, back and forth. She found herself talking a little about her job, about the place where she was staying. And realized how she’d missed this contact, this connection.
“Such an exciting life,” Rita was saying. “A new job, a new address . . .”
“Feeding a Xerox machine. Picking up General Tso’s chicken on my way home. I don’t know if my heart can stand the excitement.”
“I guess you don’t want to hear how I spent the evening.”
“By the fireside, knitting sweaters for our troops in Siberia.”
“We have troops in Siberia?”
“Not yet. Well? Let’s hear it.”
“Let’s see, you called me when, two hours ago?”
“More like two and a half.”
“How time flies. Well, in those two and a half hours I slept with over a hundred and fifty men.”
“Huh?”
“One hundred and fifty-two, to be precise. You don’t have any idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
“Not a clue.”
“He was a Mormon, Kimmie.”
“The guy.”
“Yeah.”
“So he had what, five or ten wives? How does that put you in bed with a hundred and fifty guys?”
“A hundred fifty-two.”
“Whatever.”
“And he’s not polygamous. He’s not even married. He’s engaged to be married, but the wedding’s not until sometime next year.”
“I’ll clear my calendar. I still don’t get it.”
“Okay, I’ll explain. There were two of them, and they came to my door and rang the bell.”
“Him and his fiancée?”
“No, she’s back in Utah. Him and another guy. What happened, I was online a month or two ago, I can’t even remember, and I guess I checked something about wanting information on the Mormon faith. I thought they were going to send me a book.”
“And instead they sent you two guys? And you fucked them both? That still leaves a hundred fifty unaccounted for.”
“I only fucked one of them. They were there to hand-deliver a copy of the Book of Mormon and some other literature, and, you know, to convert me. And one of them was really drippy-looking, like he’d have been a nerd but his IQ wasn’t high enough.”
“But you liked the other one.”
“Kellen, his name was. Tall, blond, big shoulders, small waist.”
“Your basic hunk.”
“And, you know, we connected. I managed to get him away from his buddy—”
“The failed nerd.”
“—and we set it up that he’d ditch Dopey and come back. And he did, and things were moving along nicely, and then you called.”
“Sorry about the timing.”
“It was no problem. I got off the phone, and then, well—”
“You got off.”
“You bet. And no, I didn’t wear the butt plug. I thought I might have my own personal Mormon butt plug, but that was out because of his fiancée back in Provo. See, ass-fucking is one of the things he’s saving for marriage. But the man couldn’t get enough of my pussy. Listen to me, will you? I don’t know why I’m talking like this.”
“Don’t stop now.”
“Are you wet, Kimmie? Are you touching yourself?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, don’t stop. Because it was really hot . . .”
“Rita, you’re something else.”
“Did you come good, Kimmie?”
“You know I did.”
“Me too. When he was doing me, and I was really into it and everything, I couldn’t stop thinking how I’d call you back and tell you all about it. And once we were done I couldn’t wait to get rid of him so I could call you. I don’t care if we’re lesbians.”
“You’d probably have a tough time convincing Kellen you’re a lesbian. Speaking of Kellen—”
“I know, I still didn’t tell you how he got to be a hundred and fifty-two people.”
“Right.”
“He was baptized.”
“Well, so was I, not that I can claim to remember it. And it didn’t make me sprout a hundred clones. I’m still only one person.”
“One very special person. If I’m a lesbian, I’m just a lesbian for you, you know. If you were here right now—”
“We’d go down on each
Talking, back and forth. She found herself talking a little about her job, about the place where she was staying. And realized how she’d missed this contact, this connection.
“Such an exciting life,” Rita was saying. “A new job, a new address . . .”
“Feeding a Xerox machine. Picking up General Tso’s chicken on my way home. I don’t know if my heart can stand the excitement.”
“I guess you don’t want to hear how I spent the evening.”
“By the fireside, knitting sweaters for our troops in Siberia.”
“We have troops in Siberia?”
“Not yet. Well? Let’s hear it.”
“Let’s see, you called me when, two hours ago?”
“More like two and a half.”
“How time flies. Well, in those two and a half hours I slept with over a hundred and fifty men.”
“Huh?”
“One hundred and fifty-two, to be precise. You don’t have any idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
“Not a clue.”
“He was a Mormon, Kimmie.”
“The guy.”
“Yeah.”
“So he had what, five or ten wives? How does that put you in bed with a hundred and fifty guys?”
“A hundred fifty-two.”
“Whatever.”
“And he’s not polygamous. He’s not even married. He’s engaged to be married, but the wedding’s not until sometime next year.”
“I’ll clear my calendar. I still don’t get it.”
“Okay, I’ll explain. There were two of them, and they came to my door and rang the bell.”
“Him and his fiancée?”
“No, she’s back in Utah. Him and another guy. What happened, I was online a month or two ago, I can’t even remember, and I guess I checked something about wanting information on the Mormon faith. I thought they were going to send me a book.”
“And instead they sent you two guys? And you fucked them both? That still leaves a hundred fifty unaccounted for.”
“I only fucked one of them. They were there to hand-deliver a copy of the Book of Mormon and some other literature, and, you know, to convert me. And one of them was really drippy-looking, like he’d have been a nerd but his IQ wasn’t high enough.”
“But you liked the other one.”
“Kellen, his name was. Tall, blond, big shoulders, small waist.”
“Your basic hunk.”
“And, you know, we connected. I managed to get him away from his buddy—”
“The failed nerd.”
“—and we set it up that he’d ditch Dopey and come back. And he did, and things were moving along nicely, and then you called.”
“Sorry about the timing.”
“It was no problem. I got off the phone, and then, well—”
“You got off.”
“You bet. And no, I didn’t wear the butt plug. I thought I might have my own personal Mormon butt plug, but that was out because of his fiancée back in Provo. See, ass-fucking is one of the things he’s saving for marriage. But the man couldn’t get enough of my pussy. Listen to me, will you? I don’t know why I’m talking like this.”
“Don’t stop now.”
“Are you wet, Kimmie? Are you touching yourself?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, don’t stop. Because it was really hot . . .”
“Rita, you’re something else.”
“Did you come good, Kimmie?”
“You know I did.”
“Me too. When he was doing me, and I was really into it and everything, I couldn’t stop thinking how I’d call you back and tell you all about it. And once we were done I couldn’t wait to get rid of him so I could call you. I don’t care if we’re lesbians.”
“You’d probably have a tough time convincing Kellen you’re a lesbian. Speaking of Kellen—”
“I know, I still didn’t tell you how he got to be a hundred and fifty-two people.”
“Right.”
“He was baptized.”
“Well, so was I, not that I can claim to remember it. And it didn’t make me sprout a hundred clones. I’m still only one person.”
“One very special person. If I’m a lesbian, I’m just a lesbian for you, you know. If you were here right now—”
“We’d go down on each
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