"fucking A, man!!" i yelled. boner started drooping down. she laughed. you heard a bleep bleap from her alarm, then you hear dogs barking and 'step away from the car'. so embarrassing. so loud. so fucking dumb. why does a car alarm bark and talk to you. she paid a shit ton for that too. she had lowjack on her car too. fucking lowjack, that would last...? thinking back, that car was so fucking lame. it was an '87 white pontiac firebird "formula" with t-tops. t-tops? how many cars had t-tops? have you ever been in a car with t-tops? what is the fucking point? they always leaked, and they looked dumb as hell. i always called it her whoretamobile. she would laugh and scratch her crotch. it was crass to think back on it. but she owned it, she rocked it like leather tuscadero with the double clap (on the thigh) and point. shit was hot and believable.
"imma be goin." she said smiling up at me. she clicked her keypad again and the alarm went off.
"i figured as much." i replied, shit was too good to be true anyhow. she scratched her pointer finger from the base of my dick to the head. it woke back up. she bit my cheek and whispered in my ear.
"think of my tits when you come tonight."
"goodnight sarah. ya fucking tease." she laughed and got in her firebird. she rolled her window down and backed up. i stood there with my arms folded, partial boner poking through my adidas jogging pants. 'i should go to the titter' i thought. i always wore those pants to the ballet a.k.a the titter or more eloquently put..the titty bar. she revved the engine in neutral then put it in gear, stuck her tongue out at me and said again 'think of my tits when you come tonight.' she giggled then peeled out. i walked back towards the stairs of my apartment. i heard ride's "making judy smile" through the wall. i decided to sit down and have a cigarette before i went in. i was under the canopy, i could see above onto my level and down at the garden level. i remember the rain sounding like it was the natural backdrop to the song playing inside. i wasn't sitting there having a poigniant moment. i was trying to nurse my fucking boner down. i put my smoke out on the step. i leaned on my left arm to get up, i looked at the step i was sitting on. total monkey butt. left the sweat stain on the stair where my ass crack was. monkey butt. shit's priceless. i put the cigarette butt in my pocket.
i opened the door.
"so where's that $150 don?" i said as i put my hand on his shoulder.
"whattaya mean?" he said through his cigarette hanging out of his mouth. his eyes were yellow and bloodshot, eyelids at halfmast.
"imma be goin." she said smiling up at me. she clicked her keypad again and the alarm went off.
"i figured as much." i replied, shit was too good to be true anyhow. she scratched her pointer finger from the base of my dick to the head. it woke back up. she bit my cheek and whispered in my ear.
"think of my tits when you come tonight."
"goodnight sarah. ya fucking tease." she laughed and got in her firebird. she rolled her window down and backed up. i stood there with my arms folded, partial boner poking through my adidas jogging pants. 'i should go to the titter' i thought. i always wore those pants to the ballet a.k.a the titter or more eloquently put..the titty bar. she revved the engine in neutral then put it in gear, stuck her tongue out at me and said again 'think of my tits when you come tonight.' she giggled then peeled out. i walked back towards the stairs of my apartment. i heard ride's "making judy smile" through the wall. i decided to sit down and have a cigarette before i went in. i was under the canopy, i could see above onto my level and down at the garden level. i remember the rain sounding like it was the natural backdrop to the song playing inside. i wasn't sitting there having a poigniant moment. i was trying to nurse my fucking boner down. i put my smoke out on the step. i leaned on my left arm to get up, i looked at the step i was sitting on. total monkey butt. left the sweat stain on the stair where my ass crack was. monkey butt. shit's priceless. i put the cigarette butt in my pocket.
i opened the door.
"so where's that $150 don?" i said as i put my hand on his shoulder.
"whattaya mean?" he said through his cigarette hanging out of his mouth. his eyes were yellow and bloodshot, eyelids at halfmast.
