1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 6


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: oceanrunner1974, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    was most likely the case that you would use a payphone to make plans or check in. And it was often inconvenient to get an answering machine, although not many people had them then, because once the call was connected, you lost your quarter. If you hung up before any call went through, you got the coin back. A few years before, when I had lobbied hard for permission to ride the subway by myself to school, the condition that my parents had not budged on was that I had to call them once I got to school. (I had forgotten once, and all hell had broken loose.) Not wanting to be ridiculed for having to “call my mommy” in front of my friends from the phone at the school’s front desk, I instead used the payphone on the corner. But, my parents refused to give me the extra $1.25 a week it would take for me to make these phone calls, because they felt there was no reason for me not to use the school’s phone. $1.25 a week in those days was a lot of money to me, so we came up with a workaround. I would call home and let the phone ring once and then hang up (and get my quarter back). My parents would know not to answer that call. Then I would call a second time and let the phone ring twice, again getting my quarter back, and my parents would once more not answer the phone. Such a succession of rings was unlikely to be random, and it was a free way of “calling” home to let them know I had arrived safely. “Ingenious!” she said with a smile when I explained the principle to her. “So if I ...
    want to call you, I will do what you did with your parents, but I will then call a third time, and if you are alone, you will pick up the phone. If you are not alone, someone else might pick up any of the calls, in which case I will simply hang up. And if you answer either of the first two calls, I will know you are not alone and cannot speak freely, and I will also hang up. Brilliant!” She smiled at me, and I was warmed by her approval. Also, something about the cloak and dagger routine was exciting. There were flaws in the plan, of course, which we would discover later on, though without any disasters. For the most part, however, it worked. We sat like that, quietly, before we realized that we had yet to exchange numbers. I memorized hers quickly, and she wrote mine down on a piece of paper. I repeated hers to myself almost obsessively, not wanting to forget it. As I reluctantly got up and stepped into my shoes to leave, I asked her, impulsively, “Can I take you out to dinner sometime?” In our time together, I rarely surprised or shocked her, but this was one of those occasions. She looked flustered, and tried to answer me, but stumbled over her words a few times before replying, “Michael, you know we cannot be a couple in public. Your family cannot know. It’s just not a risk that-- Also, no matter how much we may enjoy each other in private, I am far too old to be your girlfriend. It’s not something that I think--” Interrupting her, “I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend ...
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