Bianca Lintz's cell phone rang and she picked it up, "Hello."
"Hi gorgeous," A male voice said.
"Oh hey," she said.
He said, "I miss seeing you."
She replied, "I miss you too."
"Could you please come down here tonight Bianca?" the voice asked.
"I'll be right over," she said.
"Thank you honey," the voice cooed at her.
"Bye see you soon," Bianca said hanging up.
"Booty call," she said and grinned.
This was the call that she waited for, her handsome stud college athlete making a booty call.
Bianca was a bright eyed little cutie, who was always looking around to see if another man was checking her out. About five six, with shapely legs and ass, and great tan from being a lifeguard at the pool; pretty young looking face, and reddish brown hair that stopped above the shoulders. Her tits were nice sized but not great big.
The young girl quickly picked out her clothes, washed her hair and put on fresh perfume.
Then the phone rang again, it was another high school girl on the other end.
She said, "You wanna hang out tonight?"
"I can't" Bianca replied.
"Why not?"
Bianca giggled and said, "Portia, I'm goin on a booty call."
"A booty call," she said in a surprised voice, "how long has this been going on?"
"Three or four months."
"Who's the guy?" she asked breathlessly.
"A stud athlete I met down at SIU E," Bianca replied.
"Is this that guy you were telling me about, the baseball player?" Portia asked, "the one you slept with?"
"Yup."
"You're going down there tonight?" Portia asked.
"Sure I always answer booty call, I've even broken dates to go on booty call," Bianca replied and laughed.
"Broken dates?" Portia asked incredulously.
"Yeah, the sex I'm going to get there is better than what I'm going to get after a date with somebody else," Bianca said.
Portia said, "Wow!"
Bianca said, "I gotta hang up Portia, I got to take off."
"Okay."
2.
Bianca was a willful and headstrong girl, and had numerous run ins with her parents, they had argued over sex, smoking pot, staying out late, and, they had had so much trouble with her that as long as she made a semblance of keeping her grades up and taking birth control, they pretty much had taken to leaving her alone. So she took off without her mother saying anything.
Bianca liked the promiscuous sex aspect of booty call, it turned her on. She wished she had another guy to give booty calls to. She liked the call, then the anticipation in the car when her heart would race, then the steamy satisfying fuck. She liked the whole deal about booty calls.
She drove down to the college campus and parked her car.
Bianca walked in the building and knocked on the dorm room door. Presently Troy Riggs answered it. He looked at the sexy young girl standing there and his eyes ate her up.
"Hi Bianca," he said.
"Hey handsome," she beamed at him.
He wolf whistled at her when she came in. The short white skirt, the shapely tan legs, and the black blouse open half way down, really impressed him.
"I love that outfit Bianca," Troy said.
"Thanks baby," she replied.
She worked to please him, he was a stud, and she did everything possible to get his attention, picking out her clothes and carefully washing her hair and putting on perfume before making her booty call.
She said, "I like the way you look too, you're built like a bronze statue."
"Thanks," he said seeming embarrassed.
"Are you embarrassed?" she asked and laughed at him.
"No I don't think so."
She smiled and said, "Do you have any idea of what I told my friends about you?"
"I reckon not," he said.
"I told every girl friend I have how great looking you were, and that you were a motherfucking stud," Bianca said.
"Did you do that?" he asked, apparently surprised.
"Yes and in great detail," she said pleased with herself.
He was sitting in a chair and she went over to where he was.
"Does it tick you off?" she asked.
Troy wondered what his dad would think, the man who didn't drink and never used the F word.
Troy was pleased in an odd way with this young girl's attitude, he put his hand out and stroked her cheek.
"I like Bianca," he said, "I'm not pissed off."
"Hows Troy," she said looking at him.
"Oh the same old stuff, I hate the going to class bullshit."
Troy was a baseball player on the Southern Illinois University baseball team, and he apparently, lived for sports. He was rangy like the pitcher he was, around six one and hundred and ninety pounds. Baby faced with brown hair, muscular torso. He had a great abdomen, which Bianca could hardly take her eyes off of when she had seen him without clothes.