sexperience

he calls me up, his voice is jungle leaf soft
we're talking,
when he laughs it sounds like growling
--and he asks,
"so, what's your best sex story?"
i grin like mad through the
receiver
and start:

it was the end of the spring semester
this year
and the very last party
i was going to
was at a bootycall's dorm.
and we got way drunk
way fast
and with a million other people in his room
i said:
"hey micah
put up or shut up.
let's go to the stairwell."
he found his condoms
and with everyone watching us
we left, holding hands
drunken smiles plastered on our lips

when we got to the stairwell he picked me up
and pushed me against the wall.
i wrapped my legs around him
like a ribbon on a gift
and we started making out
as he pulled down his pants and put on the condom
then set me down
and told me to bend over.
i did, over the rail.
i was looking down all twelve flights
of stairs, with my pants at my
knees, and my dignity
lost in a pile of uno cards
somewhere back in his room.
he started doing me from behind and damn
it felt like flying.
a door opened below us
and i watched three heads moving up the stairs.
two boys, one girl--
i could see her blond ponytail bobbing.
we could hear them talking
and i just watched them
and we kept going.
i saw the girl's hand grip the rail right below us and then they were gone--
he said, "oh, my god"
and came.

it was
nothing short of
fantastic, and when he pulled off the condom,
he held it over the rail and said
"dare me?"
i answered "always"
and he dropped it down twelve flights of stairs.

we agreed right after
that we would both remember it for the best of our lives.
and although i still have never had an orgasm
damn, i think i came hella close.