"Hello?"
(whisper) "Hi"
"Hello???"
(softly) "Hello"
"Look buddy! Its 3 in the morning what the fuck!?!"
- Click.
Thats how it all started. An anonymous phone call in the middle of the night. He knew how it went. Get her number, call her late when she isn't thinking straight. Ask her what she is wearing. Talk softly so she might think it is her guy calling for a little cross town booty talk. He had done it a few times. It was all innocent wasn't it? Nobody got hurt, no harm no foul. But this time was different. He wasn't a horny college kid anymore. He didn't get hard just seeing a pair of nipples trying to poke through a t-shirt anymore. He understood why that didn't happen to him anymore, though part of him wished that it did. What he didn't understand is why SHE was calling HIM! Who was she? What did she want?
The next few nights she called. Each time she spoke a little more, and each time he tryed to keep her on the phone. She said her name was Mandy. She did not ask his name, perhaps she already knew. "Thats how this works, right?" He asked himself after the fourth call in as many nights. "Somone you know, you see but are afraid to approach. Maybe someone that you want to get back at for something stupid so you call and call until they don't answer the phone anymore"
His phone didn't ring for two straight nights. He could hardly sleep. Every time his eyes fell closed he heard her voice.
It was soft and low, maybe it was a guy just fucking with him. Next time she called he was gonna give her a listen. Just wait...
"Hello"
"Mandy? Is that you?"
(whisper) "Yes."
"Good. I have been waiting for you to call"
- Silence.
"I am lying here naked stroking my-"
- Click.
"Haha. Fuck off and die" he cracked to nobody at all.
She called right back.
"Hello"
- Silence.
"Mandy? I'm still stroking"
- Breathing.
"I am lying here naked, rubbing my cock for you"
- Gasps of air, erratic breathing.
"You like that don't you?"
Then he heard her clearly. She was sobbing. Words came between sniffles and breaths as she struggled to say -
"I'm sorry. You must think I am a terrible person" she sobbed.
"Look, you call me in the middle of the night. Barely speak a few words to me. Then tell me goodnight and hang up." "Am I supposed to think your a nice person?"
"No, I know I have been bad. But I had to speak to you"
"Let's start over, ok?" he asked.
"Hi, my name is Symon. With a Y"
"I know who you are, Symon with a Y. My name is Amanda."
"How do you know me?" he asked, still unsure where this was all going.
"We used to work out together" she explained.
"Well... I mean at the same place."
Long silence.
'Used to?"
"Yes, up until a couple weeks ago. I changed jobs and my membership was through work."
"Oh, where do you work"
"They won't let me become a member now."
Hmm. She dodged the question, or did she not hear it. Obviously the woman is unstable and irrational!
"Well, good luck with the new job. I have to get some sleep"
(softly) "Don't go. Please"
"Ok, I will stay but only if you tell me why you are calling me?"
(whisper) "You are my inspiration. My guiding light. I knew it
the first time I saw you. Our eyes met, we smiled.
I just knew"
"I don't understand" he replied, more puzzled than ever.
"You see, I'm fat"
"Well, not truly fat, but I have very thick thighs and legs"
"But you are so well built, I just watched what you did and
you inspired me to work harder to lose weight"
"Oh, so why didn't you just say hi and ask for my number?"
"Noooooo. I couldn't do that. You would never talk to me"
"Mandy, that's silly. You sould like a sweet girl, cmon now"
He thought to himself that she is a flake, but better to humor her that see what she might do if he just told her to fuck off.
After about an hour they agreed that it was time for sleep. She apologized again for prank calling him, and he accepted.
He had a bit of a picture of her in his mind. She was medium height, about six inches shorter than him. Her torso was slender, as were her face and arms. Her hips widened at her bottom and her legs were full and thick all the way down to her feet, which were small for her frame. He had seen girls like that before. Until he thought about it a little there was nothing of interest. Just a girl who from the waist up is slender, but with what some of the guys at the gym called 'thunder thighs!'
He thought that was sort of sexy, but didn't give it much attention.
Symon was more of a smile man than a leg man. Nice full lips slightly parted in smile or grin did it for him. She had told him about how she couldn't get up the nerve to say hi to him, even though she could not stand the thought of not knowing what he was like behind his awesome body. He was built like a heavyweight boxer. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular with a very powerful look. She thought he had nice eyes. She thought he was sexy.
They said goodnight, and made plans to talk again the next day.
Symon was flattered, even a little aroused by the idea. Seeing him sweating and grunting and making monster faces at the gym had caused her to look at his membership card, looking him up in the phone book, and now she was calling him just to hear his voice.
She missed him. They gym hadn't been accepting new members for some time. They were located in a growing tech centre area where alot of startup dot.coms had sprouted up all over the place. The guru execs wanted to keep their people in shape, reduce medical care expense, etc. They purchased block of memberships for their workers, so that everyone had access. When Mandy changed jobs, she had no longer got to see how hard Symon worked on his body. Her mind filled with the fantasy of meeting him on the street, going back to his place, taking off his clothes...
But he was a sold out show. No more tickets available.
"Hello"
"Hi Mandy, how are you doing?"
"I am so great now that were are really talking" "How are you?" she asked.
"I am ok, think I pulled something at the gym today. My back really hurts." he groaned.
"Oh poor baby" she said sweetly "Lemme kiss an make it all better"
She made sweet kissing noises, and he felt them all the way down to his balls. He had thought of her kissing him. From time to time when they talked his thoughts drifted to her lips. He wondered how they would feel upon him. He wanted to see her, but he couldn't. It was just not something he could even think about. Too much unknown. He did know that he liked her, what he knew of her. He had wondered how to get her to kiss him, touch herself for him, talk dirty to him...
"Symon, are you there!" she asked loudly.
"I'm here, Mandy. Just stretching"
That was a lie. The only thing stretching was his cock. It grew harder each time she puckered her lips and made those sweet kissing noises.
"Kiss me again" he whispered.
