Leah stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet, and rushed across the room for her phone. The new device alarmed, rang and texted alert all in the same annoying ring, and she made a mental note to change it in the morning; the incoming text was from Chris.
We won!! 27 points! Only one dunk!
Leah brought the phone with her to the bathroom, first wrapping herself in a towel then responding to the message: Congrats! Back to the dorm now to study, I guess? She placed the phone on the counter, but before she could grab a towel to wrap her hair, another incoming text alarmed.
Cute, but off to celebrate with the frats!
Too bad. She responded. She typed a colon, and then scrolled through the symbols on her phone. But for the life of her could not locate the begin parenthesis, so she wrote her intention instead: Insert frowny face here.
Christopher replied: Oh?
Maybe it was one too many wine-coolers, or perhaps it wasn’t quite enough, but Leah, a little tipsy and feeling a lot flirty typed without thinking: In one word? Horny!
Oh, really? Just how horny? His fingers were like lightening.
Two words…Naked Twister! Are you game? Leah giggled to herself at the prospect of playing Twister with the college senior she met a month earlier at a fraternity mixer, but maintained almost an exclusive textual relationship with because of the 6 hour difference between their respective campuses. Aside from the grainy cell phone pictures he occasionally sent her, all she could distinctly remember of him was his taller than average height, beautiful smile, and his Flavor Savor –the little tuft of red hair, an inverted triangle-shape, which sat just below his lower lip. I’d give him something to savor! Leah thought to herself, then double checked the screen to make sure she had not typed her last thought –she didn’t.
Absolutely! He typed quickly, and she paused at the thought of just how fast his fingers could be.
Your height? She texted then hit send. Leah wanted an accurate picture to fantasize about before bedtime.
7 feet! His typing seemed faster than earlier.
It’s too bad you’d rather celebrate with your frats…I really wanted to p-l-a-y!!! She hit the send button. A minute passed and there was no response. Then another and another. Leah checked the time on her phone 12:23pm – nearly 15 minutes had elapsed since Chris had responded to her last text. Leah was too tired to type, and not wanting to interrupt his night of celebrating, she put down her phone, wrapped her hair in a towel, climbed into bed and turned off the light.
* * *
A knock at the beach entrance to the bungalow roused Leah from her sweet slumber. She lifted her phone and checked her messages (for which there were none), then the time –7:23 am. Who could be knocking this early in the morning? Leah rolled over then sat up on the edge of the bed. She leaned forward and pulled the edge of the roller blind just enough to peak outside, but whoever it was knocking stood strategically out of her line of sight. It was at that moment she remembered what her mother asked her not to forget before she and her father left for their anniversary trip to Vegas: Don’t forget to pick up the bags of veggies from Mrs. Alexander next door. You know how she can get when she divvies up the co-op, but you don’t pick up your share on time! Please!
“I’ll be right there Mrs. Alexander!” Leah jumped off the bed and ran to the adjoining bathroom. The knocks got louder. “I just need to brush my teeth!” She hollered out, ‘And wash my face’, she thought. Leah jetted out of the bathroom and ran to the door, wearing only the towel she wrapped herself in the night before. She flung open the door and stood bewildered –it wasn’t Mrs. Alexander. “Chris?” She rubbed her eyes. His tie-dyed t-shirt against the backdrop of the rising sun was making it to focus.
“You almost sound surprised.”
“I…I uh…” Leah was surprised. In fact she flabbergasted at the site of her Adonis standing quite literally, larger than life in the door frame to her house.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Christopher questioned, and Leah stood motionless for the next 20 seconds then stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. He took a few steps in and admired the pictures in the vestibule then turned to face her. She stood, still in shock staring back at him.
Chris smiled awkwardly, then picked up and empty Peach Snapps wine-cooler bottle from a set of three which were huddled on the foyer table under a pair of crossed boat oars on the wall above it. “Must have been some night…you don’t remember inviting me, do you?”
“Inviting you?” Leah didn’t remember. She was glad he couldn’t see the two other empty bottles of Snapps in the bedroom and the last of the six pack where she finished it before she stepped into the shower.
“Last night you texted me that you were horny and you really wanted to play Twister…naked.” Chris removed his phone from his pocket and scrolled through the screens until finally he came to her message and showed her. Leah gasped. “So you don’t remember.”
Dumbfounded, Leah, stammered out a reply, “I, I uh…um…no. I do remember texting you. It’s just that I didn’t think you would, uh –”
“Drive all night to take you up on your offer?” He finished her thought.
“Yes! I mean no. I mean, I thought you were celebrating with your frat brothers.”
“I had every intention on celebrating with them last night, then I received a much more tempting offer.”
“Naked Twister.” Leah clarified.
“Yes.” Chris smiled. “It’s been all I could think about the entire ride down.”
“Yeah, well you see, about that game of Naked Twister…” She hesitated to gather her thoughts and again, Chris finished them.
“You were only teasing me, weren’t you? Like the time you wanted to show me your new hood piercing, but then took the picture so close, I couldn’t make out what was in the shot.” Leah smiled to herself, because that time she was teasing him. Again a little tipsy, she had gotten the covert piercing and proudly so; then felt a sense of modesty overcome her when he asked to see it by photograph or in person.
“No.” Leah searched her thoughts for a plausible excuse to give him as for the hesitancy to the offer she so willingly obliged 7 hours earlier, and thinking back on all the alcohol, drunk; she turned it back around to place the blame on him. “Well, if you had bothered to respond to my text last night you would have known that my mother had gotten rid of my game of Twister, and I would have told you to pick up a game on your way down so that we could play this morning.” Leah was half way through her bullshit of a tirade and kept going. “So if you thought about texting or even calling me, we could have both avoided this embarrassment which you have so judgingly labeled as teasing on my part!” Ha! What do you think about that! Leah wanted to shout out, but kept her thoughts to herself.
“So the only thing that is stopping us from playing this naked game of Twister is the fact that I didn’t call you to see if you had a game?”
“Exactly!” She replied smugly, and grateful she managed to talk her way out of this one.
“But, I –”
This time it was Leah who jumped in to head him off at the pass; “And in this county, on Sundays, stores don’t open until noon, and by that time you are going to want to get back on the road because of classes tomorrow.”
“I see.” Chris smiled his cool smile, the very smile which had gotten her attention at that mixer, and she melted.
“But if you would like to go for a walk, or even a swim, I have no objections to those.” Leah proffered.
“A walk… or swim?” Confused, Chris questioned her response.
“Yes.” Leah walked into her bedroom as she continued to talk. “But first I need to put on my bathing suit. And when we get back, I’ll be glad to make you breakfast. You must be starving after driving all night!” Leah opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a matching bikini top and bottom.
“To be quite honest with you, walking, swimming or even eating is not what I’m in the mood for right now.” Chris shouted back from the other room.
“I understand that, but since you were only really invited down here to play Twister, I don’t think it would be right if we did something other than playful, that is, keeping with the nature of the invitation, you know!” Leah slipped on her bikini bottoms and started with the top.
“So if I could get my hands on a Twister mat, you’d be willing to play?” He reiterated his offer.
“In a heartbeat! She accepted. Leah tied the halter straps around her neck and finished her retort. “Since you can’t, then the only thing left to do is –” Leah froze and stopped mid-sentence as she re-entered the room where she left Chris, who now stood holding a 7 foot by 6 foot beach towel with those familiar rows of colored dots and the words Twister printed on opposite sides of the fabric.
“I’m naked!” Chris spoke up. “I guess the only thing we’re waiting for now is for you to strip.” Chris removed the towel from in front of him revealing a completely naked form and placed the unfurled towel on the floor in the center of the room.
Leah, once again, stood speechless and confounded, but not so much because of the towel, but of the sight she beheld. She looked him over from top to bottom, then back up again, taking an extra long look at the area between his lower abdominals and upper thighs. She looked away then back again, then away. “It’s okay to look. I don’t mind.”
Leah unknowingly licked her lips as she took one last long look. “Uh…I…so…you’re seven feet tall?”
“No, only 6’6”.”
“But last night you wrote that you were 7 feet.”
“Yeah.” Chris smiled coyly as he began to stroke the length of his shaft. “I like to add my 6 –inches of length onto my height… for posterity!”