Vampire Sex2

Shelly wore a black skirt, an old one by the look of it, made of linen beneath a shadow of lace. Stockings and heels, open toes painted blood red like her fingernails, like her lips. A Goth goddess teasing mortal me.

"How old are you?" I asked, hoping she would be flattered, rather than amused.

"Old enough," she replied with a playful shrug. "Can I have your phone number?"

"What?"

"Your phone number."

"Why?" I asked, probably looking even more surprised than I sounded.

"Oh, I don't know," she confessed. "It's, um ... like a college thing. I just have to collect a bunch of phone numbers from guys."

"You're in a sorority or something?"

"Yeah. Like that," she agreed. "I'm not gonna call you or anything. I mean, you don't want strange girls calling you, right?"

"I guess not, um..." I tried not to show her the disappointment I felt.

I'd never been asked for my number by a pretty college coed before, not even when I'd been in college. Shelly looked gorgeous, too, even as she smiled through