I was forcing myself to read a painfully dull book for my political science class, only because I was dreading studying for statistics even more, when the landline phone in my off-campus apartment rang.
Glad for any distraction, I picked up with a too-perky “Hello!”
“You are way too excited for 9 a.m. on a Sunday, Lily. I can only assume that you have had another boring weekend and were in bed by 10 p.m. last night,” Eve said. “If things are that slow, why didn’t you drive down here? We could have had a lot of fun.”
I had not seen Eve since we had a wild night a couple months earlier, starting at the strip club where she worked and ending up in her bed. It was my first girl-girl experience, and it was amazing and a little nerve-wracking. I went back to campus for the start of my junior year a few days later. She had called me, begging me to spend a weekend with her. But I was a serious student. I was worried that I would enjoy going to see her too much, and end up falling behind in school or worse.
“Well, I did get to bed early, but only because I have three tests this week,” I said. “I would have loved to have seen you, but I needed to study.”
“I figured you were busy, or you would at least claim you were busy,” Eve said. “No worries, we will definitely see each other next weekend.”
“I doubt I can break away then, either,” I said. “I am sorry Eve, but I may not be back in town until Thanksgiving.”
“That’s why I am coming to you,” she said.
I was surprised and nervous, but excited about the prospect of being with Eve here. I imagined waking up with her in my apartment, wrapping my legs around her long, brown limbs and kissing her neck as the sun came up. I was getting damp thinking about it.
“Really?” was all I could muster.
“Yeah, ‘really.’ Some guys I know are putting on a show at a huge Halloween sorority party near your campus Friday night,” she said. “I am coming to emcee. And to see you. Maybe we can even go trick or treating together. Or do something even naughtier.”
I looked up at the 1992 calendar on the wall. Next Saturday was Halloween. I had been so focused on school, I had not even thought about it.
“Oh my gosh,” I said. “That will be exciting. I can’t wait to see you.”
I was genuinely excited, but nervous about hanging out with Eve around campus. Many of my friends were very conservative. I was pretty prudish myself, at last I was until the last few months, during which I had a bit of a sexual awakening. Of course, most of my friends knew nothing about my erotic adventures, and they would be shocked if my stripper girlfriend(!!??) showed up.
But I was also very eager to see Eve again. And talking to her reinforced that.
“What kind of show are you emceeing?” I asked.
“Well – now don’t judge – but these guys are dancers. Strippers. Like Chippendales,” she said.
“Oh my,” I said.
“A sorority is having a party for two members who just got engaged. They rented a club Friday night. It will be a Halloween-themed male revue. I will be the ‘hype woman,’ keeping the energy up and encouraging the girls to loosen up and party.”