Teardrops are a collection of short, slightly sad stories (but remember, there are tears of joy and of love), that exist for a brief moment before they are wiped, and shed every Sunday. Or when they are ready, whichever comes last...

Calling a friend

by Antheros

``Pete? It's me.''

``It's close to noon, Pete, don't whine!''

``I know, so did I!''

``Where have you been last night?''

```The Point'? That place sucks.''

``Maybe one year ago. It sucks now.''

``That's why I'm calling you. I'm seeing a wonderful girl.''

``Very funny, Pete. I'm serious.''

``No, nothing like her. Please, Pete.''

``Oh, you mean that? Yes, she is pretty. She is very pretty. She is too-beautiful-for-supermodel pretty. Blonde, dark green eyes that sparkle, a cute little nose, full lips that beg to be kissed, full breasts--''

``I don't know her exact cup size. More than a handful. Enough for all purposes, if you know what I mean.''

``Yes, I thought you would. You have to meet her. You'll be drooling. She has the most attractive pair of legs I have ever seen. She beats my two favorite playmates, and I mean them together.''

``For a week.''

``Yes, that is why I've been missing most of last week.''

``I met her at Volcano.''

``Kind of. She's actually Sissy's friend.''


``Man, I don't know how even to start to tell you about that. She is impossible to describe. Best sex I ever had. She could kill me with it, if she wanted.''

``Yes. She is so damn sexy, I'm telling you. Just the way she looks at me, she makes a face, a face of `I'm your private slut and love it' that makes me hard just to think of.''

``No, fuck, I am not masturbating right now!''

``Only last night.''

``Fuck off. It was not like that. I really like her.''

``Better than Jean. Way, way better.''

``Not yet. She asked me for it, Pete, but after five in a row it was hard. I mean, soft. She said she likes it. Ever heard of that? A woman that likes anal and is not being paid to talk to a camera?''

``The hell you'd do six. The way you drink? I bet you wouldn't do one.''

``I don't think so. She did mean it. You should have seen her.''

``There was no way, Pete. It's not like I didn't try.''

``You be damn sure I will do it. Right after I hang up.''

``Yes, she is right here.''


``No. I wish you could see her face. And where her hand is.''

``Yes, that moan was hers.''

``Gotta go, Pete. I'll turn my phone off now.''

``If I'll see you Monday? Who knows? I'm hoping I'll be too busy.''

And he hung up. Just in time, because I would have taken that phone out of his hand and thrown it through the window if he didn't jump on me right then.

04 Sep 2005
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