Just one night (a true story)

by for the love of hank

Posted to Stories on 2003-03-03 15:19:00

Oh fuck, oh dear. Oh god I’m here and he’s here and we don’t know each other. But we want to.

I give him a choice. Sex tonight, and we don’t see each other again. No sex and we might. He chooses no sex. It’s going to be too easy.

I seduce him because I know what he is. I know he won’t be able to help it. He laughs afterwards. He is happy and asks can I call you?

No. I say into the black room.

He sits up. He is shaking. Is he going to cry? I don’t believe it. He’s tricking. He’s high. Something. I am disgusted. Flattered. Saddened.

I sit up and I say to his back you could
have anyone one. You’re cute, you’re sexy.
He says but I want you.
Ok. Tell me what’s special about me?
I can’t. I don’t know. I just like you.
Pah i say.
I’m just some chick you picked up. You don’t even know me. He tells me to get out.I won’t go. It is after all 5 am in the morning.

I look around the strange room. I feel scared. The walls are painted red.

He’s looking for his dope. He’s mad now. Handsome face set. Won’t look at me. What does he expect? What does he expect?

I don’t want to hurt you I say. But i know i will.
His face. I grab him and he jerks away.
My fingers tear at his pants. He walks out of the room.
In the dark i cry. I don’t know why. I’m stuck I suppose. And more than that, i can’t. I can’t anymore.

Later I soothe him. I make him go back to bed.
I say i want to see you again. He cuddles me and says I just want to know that if i ever get hit by a truck
there will be someone who gives a shit. Someone to scream noooooooooooooo! Someone to protest my death.

In the morning I look at the back of his head and leave a note. ‘See ya later alligator!’ and my number at the bottom.

He calls and leaves a message. Sorry I missed you this morning. Sorry i was a dickhead last night. Leaves his number. He wants me to call.

I’m not going to and it hurts like hell.