Phone Makeout

Last night Camille and I were chatting on the phone. I was sitting in the pantry, which has nothing to do with the story except to point out the lack of a private space to chat on the phone. This house is not the least bit soundproof. Also, this story might seem funnier if you picture me on a dining room chair, sitting in the pantry. So Camille and I were talking about what it would be like to have a long-distance boyfriend, and what kinds of phone makeout you could have while still remaining chaste. We imagined it to be something like this...

I'm kissing your ear.

Now I'm kissing your neck.

Now I'm pulling on your
hoody strings and trying to unbutton your blue
plaid shirt.

We were laughing in hysterics, until I got creeped out because Camille wouldn't stop. I hope she doesn't think I'm her long distance boyfriend.