It was early June, 1992. I was lying on my bed at my mom's house, reading a Tom Clancy book, waiting to go to work. I was working in a local meat market as a butcher, saving money for college that fall. I was just getting to the climactic scene where the two submarines collided underwater, when my telephone rang. My mom had gotten me a second line when I was a freshman in high school, so that I didn't tie up her phone talking to my friends and girls.
I set my book aside and rolled out of bed. I grabbed my cordless phone, and noticed the caller ID registered as "Unlisted". Probably a stupid telemarketer. Those calls had increased recently.
"Hello," I said.
"Oh, hi!" Said a female voice. "I didn't know if I had the right number or not."
"Who were you trying to call?" I asked.
"I think Bryan. Are you Bryan?" She replied.
"No, I'm not."
"Who are you then," she asked.
"My name is Brad. Where did you get my number?" I asked.
"I don't really remember. I just had it and I thought I'd try to call it." She explained.
"That's kind of weird, don't you think? Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Kami." She said.
"Where you from Kami?"
"I'm from the west side of town. How about you?"
"The west side. Out near Burlington." I said.
"Oh, you're close then." She laughed.
"I guess so. You don't know where you got my number?" I persisted.
"No, I must have misdialed it or something." She rattled off the number she had intended to dial. It was wrong by one number.
"The 3 you should have dialed was a 2 actually."
"Oh, I see. Well, I'm talking to you now. Is that okay?" She said.
"Yeah, I guess so." I looked at the clock, I still had about 30 minutes before I needed to be at work.
"Good. I like talking to new people." She said.
"Yeah, it's fun. How old are you? Where do you go to school?"
"I'm 19. I graduated from Oak Mount High. I go to school at Ridgedale University now."
Damn, I thought. She must be a rich girl. Those were expensive private schools. I was going to the cheaper state school in the fall.
"Nice. Your family must have some money." I said.
She laughed, "Yeah, a little bit. What about you? What's your story?"
"I'm 18, I'm going to State in the fall."
"Oh, okay. That's nice, too. What do you want to major in? I'm still undecided."
"Hopefully engineering. My dad was an engineer and I hope to follow in his footsteps."
"That's cool. My daddy is surgeon. I don't plan on following in his footsteps, though!"
"Haha," I laughed. "That does sound pretty intense."
"Yeah it is. He seems to enjoy it. So, what are you doing over there?" She asked.
"Well, before the phone rang, I was just reading. Now I'm talking to a complete stranger."
"I'm not a complete stranger, now. We've been talking for like 5 minutes or so!" She laughed. I was thinking how funny it was that she misdialed my number and now were just chatting away. We talked about our interests. She said she playing soccer for Ridgedale.
"That's awesome." I said.
"Yeah, it's fun. We had a great season."
"I saw that in the papers." I replied.
"So, you dating anyone?" She asked.
"No. Not really, you?" I replied.
"No, I don't have a 'real' boyfriend." She said. I wondered why she had put the emphasis on 'real'.
"Oh, okay. So, what's going on at your house this morning?" I asked.
"Um, do you want to know the truth?" She asked, playfully.
"Yeah, of course I do." I laughed, wondering what she was up to.
"I'm rubbing my pussy." She replied simply.
"What? Are you serious?" I gasped.
"Yes. I got it waxed this morning and it's really smooth."
"Damn. I can't believe this." I said.
"Why?" She asked.
"You just called me randomly and then you tell me you're rubbing her pussy."
"I love rubbing it. It feels really good."
I was perplexed to say the least.
"So, you seriously just misdialed my number?" I suddenly wondered if some of my buddies weren't playing a trick on me.
"Yeah. I swear." She replied.
"That's just crazy. Look, I gotta go to work soon. Can I maybe call you tonight?" I said. This seemed to be too good to be true.
"When do you get off work?" She asked.
"At 8."
"I'll call you. Daddy doesn't like boys calling the house." She said.
"Uh, Okay, I guess."
"I'll talk to you then. Bye." She said.
I hung up the phone and shook my head. What the fuck, I thought.
I grabbed my truck keys and headed to the front door. I saw that my mom had packed me a lunch before she left work. I'd have to remind her, again, that I could do those things myself. She'd worked 60-70 hours a week as a nurse since my father died in a car accident when I was in middle school. She did enough as it was.
I drove to the meat market and walked in. As was usual on Wednesdays, it was just me and Lloyd working. Our busy days were Thursday through Sunday, when we'd we have 5 people working. My days off were Monday and Tuesday.
Lloyd was big, burly and the prototypical dirty old man. He could tell jokes with the best of them and loved porno movies. I knew he'd love to hear about my morning phone call. After we'd finished stocking the meat counter, he paused long enough to smoke a cigarette. I told him what had happened while he smoked.
"Damn, kid! She told you she was rubbing her honey pot and you still came into work? If a girl had told me that when I was your age, I'd have called in sick for a week." He laughed.
"I don't know, it just seems weird, man." I admitted.
"Weird, hell. That's how a lot of good porno movies start." He joked.
"It's probably how a lot of horror movies start too, though," I laughed.
"I think you need to see what that's all about. The only thing you'll regret on your deathbed is missed chances!" He slapped me on the back and we got back to work. He left at 5 leaving me to clean and sterilize all the equipment. I'd done it all countless times, so it left me plenty of time to think. Maybe Lloyd was right. Maybe I should just play along and see where it led. Wouldn't hurt anything, right?
I made it home about 8:15. There was a note on the fridge door from Mom. The hospital was shorthanded and she had gone back in to help. She said she'd be home around 9. Damn, that was after a 12-hour shift! She was working too much. When she stopped for 5 minutes, she usually collapsed from exhaustion. The fact that I had a full academic scholarship didn't seem to help. She still thought she needed to work herself senseless to support me. I didn't realize it at the time, she only did it because she hadn't been able to cope with my dad's passing.
I fixed myself a sandwich and a glass of milk and before waking back to my bedroom. Just as I turned the door knob, my phone began to ring. I quickly picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, sexy. How was work?" It was Kami.
"Okay, how was your day?" I asked.
"It was good, but I'm still really horny." She replied.
"Is that so?" I said. I was hoping she and I could have a little phone fun since I was home alone.
"Yes, it is. My pussy is on fire. I've fucked three different guys today, but I could really use a 4th." She cooed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked incredulously.
"No, I'm not. I love cock. I can't get enough of it." She said.
"Shit! Did you know these guys, or were they strangers?"
"No, I know them. Very well in fact. They're my regular guys."
"Wow, lucky them, I guess."
"It could be lucky you, too. You could join them. I wouldn't't complain."
"They did you all at the same time? They just line up and fuck you?" I asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. I love getting fucked. If I'm lucky, they can keep going for a couple hours."
"Jesus. I've never even thought about stuff like that."
"No? That's a shame. It's really hot." She asked. "My pussy is just full of their cum right now. I keep fingering myself and licking my fingers."
I didn't know if I should be revolted or turned on.
"Who are these guys? People you go to school with?" I asked.
"Two of them I go to school with." She paused. "The third is my twin brother."
"You're fucking your own brother?" I gasped.
"Yeah. I am." She said, without a trace of shame.