After our disastrous tribunal hearing, I'd tried to cheer up Jay with a little fun in the car down at the prom. It was only a temporary fix and back to reality and the mundanity of life the next day. Until I decided to invite a few friends back after work. That "few friends" turn into an incredibly eventful party.
***
"How about this one?" Said jay.
Saturday morning we'd decided to trawl the shops in the area, armed with a notepad and pen. We were searching through the advert board in the local Post Office.
We hadn't spoken about our evening in the car park down at the prom. After arriving home, we'd just fallen into bed. Jay had been so engrossed in me, that he was clueless as to my casual exhibitionism. I'd ran the scene over and over in my head. By the time we'd fallen into bed, I was well and truly ready to be fucked again. Jay wasn't as into it; well men aren't, are they, so soon after? He'd given up on trying to come inside me and sucked the life out of my clit instead. I didn't raise any objection.
"It's a lot more than we're paying right now," I observed.
"I know, but we've only got three weeks and six days."
"Well, write it down and we can give them a ring."
Jay jotted the number down, then put his arm around me. My love for him flooded my chest as he spoke. "We're going to be okay, aren't we?"
I looked up at him; he looked down at me; we looked into each other's souls as a comforting warmth crept through my skin. "So long as we don't panic, yes."
We stocked up on a phone box full of two-pence coins at the Post Office counter and walked out. As we walked down the street, the familiar sight of a bright red, glass-panelled box came into view. "Let's make some of those calls now." I agreed; after all, we wanted as little eavesdropping on our conversations as possible.
Being less than three-feet square on the inside, with much of the horizontal space displaced by the telephone and coin box enclosure, and the handy but annoying shelf, it was a cosy fit for two of us. It was impossible to avoid a little frottage. People walked past in either direction, unable to help peering in at these two hippy-looking 'kids' in a glass box. I could feel Jay's manhood swelling against my belly. Well, I imagined it as my mind hurtled back twelve hours to the car park. Images of us naked in this red framed, glass box, flashed through my mind; me sat on the shelf while Jay shagged my brains out as an audience gathered around, gawping in at us. My focus now solely centred on my lips swelling inside my knickers.
Jay pushed two-pence into the phone slot as the first dialled number from our list answered, and my Freudian imagination took me in a different direction. It had been a bit of a struggle to dial as we were facing each other in a box that was decidedly smaller on the inside than the outside. And in 1978, we dialled by using, well, a dial, of course. No push buttons or touch-screens in those days.
"Hello. I'm ringing about the bedsit you have advertised."
I couldn't help myself. My hand slid between us and found its way to the low relief shape in Jay's jeans.
"Yes! That's the one," he squeaked into the phone. He pushed my hand away while the other person spoke. "Yes. Mine is twentieth of April nineteen-fifty-four, and my girlfriends is February..."
I couldn't understand the woman at the other end, but I heard her voice raising such that I knew it was a woman.
"What do you mean, unmarried couples? This is nineteen..." He didn't finish the sentence because the line had gone dead. He slammed the phone down. He spoke in a fake old woman's voice. "Sorry love. This is a respectable house. I don't accommodate unmarried couples."
"What a stuck-up bitch. At least Mallory is okay with tenants living over the brush."
"I suppose she's got to have some redeeming features."
"Shall I try the next one?"
"Aye. Go 'ead." He scratched off the number he'd just called. We shuffled around to swap places and I managed to give his cock a stroke again.
"Will you fucking stop it! We're in a glass box, for fuck's sake!" He sounded a bit angry, but he might have been faking it.
The next three numbers didn't answer. The fourth one answered. "Six-four-one-nine!"
I summoned my poshest doctor's receptionist voice, but with a smile. "Hello six four one nine. I'm calling about the flat you have."
"Warren Road?" the man asked.
"That's the one." He asked where I'd seen the advert. "In the post office."
"Smashing love. So, you know the rent is five-fifty a week and we can't accommodate pets."
"Yes, I do."
"Name?"
"It's for Sandra Terry and Jay Parkinson."
"Living in sin, eh?"
"Is that a problem?"
"Not for me, darling. Dates of birth?"
"Mine is twentieth of February, nineteen-fifty-eight and Jay's..."
"Sorry love. Got to stop you there. Over twenty-fives only." I heard the handset drop and the man curse. "Fucking time wasters!" The line went dead.
"What?" Asked Jay.
"Doesn't want vibrant young people in his flat."
"Stuck up twat!"
"Jay Parkinson!"
"What? I'm pissed off already."
"Your turn." Any excuse to repeat the shuffling, rubbing up, and unreciprocated groping. Jay scrabbled to turn away from me and write in the notebook. I slid my arm around him as he dialled the last number on the list and I slid my hand into his waistband and down to his reluctantly stiffening prick. He slapped my hand.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he yelled and would have doubled over had his head not landed on the shelf. I pulled my hand out.
"What?"
"I just whacked myself in the balls, you bitch!" I really couldn't help the snigger. "Not funny!"
Valiantly, he composed himself and stood as upright as his vestigial discomfort would allow, as he picked up the handset to dial the last number. After thirty seconds, he slammed the handset back down.
"Oh, well. Let's continue the expedition." I said.
***
We experienced much the same reactions with the next few phone calls. We encountered either the old fogeys who believed everyone under the age of thirty to be a pot-smoking drunkard, or the self-appointed moral guardians of the universe. By about two in the afternoon, we'd just about had enough. I had to be at work by seven and needed a bit of a sleep after my keeping Jay awake.
"I need a bit of sleep before work after being awake much of the night," I said to Jay.
