Google:- Define 'Booty Call' - I typed sitting on a tram in the early hours of the morning, coming home from Mason's.  And yes by myself. 

Urban Dictionary:- When someone of the opposite sex calls or text's you up to 'hang out over their place' (which in code means come over and have casual sex).  It usually happens infrequently, without warning and normally occurs in the late night hours, resulting in hours of intense (if you're lucky) sex.

I close the screen of my phone and look at my reflection in the window.  I nod my head agreeing with my brain, yep that's all I am a 'booty call'.  Am I sad? Not really.  I get my share of orgasms from him also.  Do I feel used? Once again not really.  I chose Mason because he likes to do things different.  He isn't boring in the bedroom like I've ever only experienced.  He's good at pleasing me, and I seem to meet all his requirements.  It is what it is isn't it?  Would I want to go out on a date with him? I'm not sure.  I mean he is really good looking, exactly what I would pick out of a crowd.  He has a beautiful body, exactly what turns me on.  He is gentle, soft spoken, intelligent and tidy, all the things I would want in a man.  He is hassle-free, not possessive, not jealous and just goes with the flow, something I like in person.  He has an adventurous side to him and doesn't ever talk about the future except he doesn't do relationships.  Suits me fine.  So why then would I want anything else from him? Why haven't I ask for anything other than the usual sexual encounter with him?  Why hasn't he wanted anything else other than that from me?  And why am I even questioning this?

The tram pulls up to the station and Bec is waiting for me.  She puts her hands in her pockets and rocks on her feet while I walk towards her. 

"Hey Boots" she says cheekily.

"Just because I sent you that definition doesn't mean I want you to call me it."

"It is what it is, it's all he thinks you are, so why not" she says linking her arm in mine dragging me across the road.

"I know this, he's my sort of my 'booty call' too you know I bet you wouldn't call him names in front of him" I answer her acting serious.

"I bet you I would.  I mean who goes to some boys crib in the middle of the night, and then after he lets you get the tram back at all hours of the morning, on your own I might add, what has this boy got that someone living closer doesn't have?  Lilly you are definitely the 'booty call' in the relationship" she stops turning me to make me listen.

"There is no relationship Bec, and your right it is exactly what it is, I know that. He is good at what he does, we please each other, so I can't see what's your problem.  I will admit but that if I was ever going to go there, you know in a relationship he'd be the perfect boy for it.  But then again could I really trust him? I mean he probably has a different 'booty call' for each day for all I know."  I push her and turn and run like I've just tagged her, giggling as I go.

I run up the flights of stairs pretending we are racing.  She follows behind trying to grab me, pulling me back laughing.  I dash thru the front door that she has left open and straight into the bathroom, locking the door.  Smiling at the fun I just felt.  

"This conversation is not finished Ms Lilly" she says loudly whilst she's knocking on the door making me smile even more. 

I get undressed and shower, always anxious to wash away any trace of being with Mason or any boy matter of fact.  When I'm done I curl up in bed feeling tired but not able to switch off the discussion I just had.  I lay on my back looking at the shadows dancing across my ceiling from the trees outside my window.  It won't be long until the sun comes up then I'll have no chance of getting to sleep.  Maybe I need to change things I think to myself.  But why?  If I'm nothing special to him, and he is getting everything he wants, then why in the hell would he want more from me.  Do I want more from him?  Is that it, maybe I want more, maybe I'm waiting for more, hoping for more.  It isn't hard when it seems to be all around me.  'Shut-up Lil, and go to sleep' I say to myself out loud.  Lucky my mind stops racing and I fall into a deep sleep.  

I stretch when I wake up, my legs aching obviously from the spurt of enthusiasm I had sprinting up the stairs last night, the only exercise I've done in the last week.  I look over out the window seeing it's a miserable rainy day, probably the reason why I've slept so long.  I listen for any sounds of Bec moving around the house.  I pull on a t-shirt, happy to walk around in just this and my boy pants.  Bec's use to it now, but her boyfriend Matt (who is my ex from a few years ago) not always so happy to see me half naked.  But he isn't here all that much so I try and cover up when I know he is around. I walk into the kitchen and make myself a pot of tea, then I sit and check over the position vacant section in the paper while I chew on a piece of toast.  I'm surprised when Bec comes out rubbing her eyes.  She slumps down opposite me and pours herself a cup of tea, then picks up my other piece of toast and starts eating it.  I don't say anything to her.  Then Matt saunters up the hallway.  He leans up against the door frame looking like he's in trouble for some reason.  I just smile at him.

"Want a cup of tea Matt" I ask him.  

"I'll get it, you stay there" he says holding his arm out to make me stay seated.

Now I know why he looked troubled.  Because I'm only in my underwear.  Matt and I were together only a very short while about three years ago straight out of high school.  Actually that is how he met Bec seeing she's been my best friend for like forever.  At first when they got together it hurt a little bit but Matt and I just didn't have that fire, actually when I think about it I've never felt 'the spark' with anyone.  I've tended to not to get to know the boys I sleep with, maybe mentally voiding heart-felt moments to guard myself, I'm not sure.  Maybe there is something wrong with me.  Bec is watching me across the table.  I beg her with eye contact not to say anything in front of Matt but she blurts out what she thinks anyway.

"I wonder if a boys point of view would help our argument from last night" she says smiling at me but saying it sarcastically.

"What argument? I didn't know there was any argument, and I'm sure Matt would definitely not want to hear about our 'discussions' Bec, so don't go there" I say to her sternly.

"What you two talking about now" Matt says sitting next to Bec closely, putting his arm over her chair.  

I can't help my eyes going down his body, it's normal for eyes to do that isn't it?  Then of all things to happen my cheeks flush.  Bec and Matt just sit there looking at me.  I mean Matt has a nice body, I always enjoyed his body, I just didn't feel that fast heart beat, the butterflies, that yearning to jump his bones every time I saw him.  We had been limited to where we went out not being of legal age, which we didn't do very often in the end, actually all we ended up doing was sneaking behind parents backs and having sex quickly when ever we got the chance.  Maybe that's my problem, it almost like there is no build up, no foreplay, no courting, no anxiety to get to the end of the date to have that contact.  Maybe that's my problem.  'Oh my god...I am the booty call' I say out loud, totally regretting it and holding my hand over my mouth.  Then the weirdest thing happens.  My eyes actually start welling.  I don't do tears, I'm known to never cry, not even in soppy movies or t.v. commercials like most people.  But this very moment, I'm about to cry from the revelation.  I push the chair out still holding my mouth and dash up the hallway, closing and locking my door.  I climb into bed and pull the blankets up and over my head, and cry.  I cry so much I actually cried myself back to sleep.  When I wake up it is dark outside.  The rains has stopped but the drain pipe outside the window is still dripping.  I feel embarrassed for two things, one...for checking out Matt in front of Bec, and two...for being so dramatic.  I go into the kitchen and get a glass of water, standing looking out the window across at the city lights.  I realise I need to make changes.  And I need to get a job.  

The next day Bec doesn't say anything about the day before.  She just kisses the top of my head as she walks past, fixes up her business suite, gathers up some paperwork putting it in her briefcase before she turns and heads out.  She is doing an internship at a top-notch lawyers in the city, she is yet to convince me she really wants to do Law instead of just pleasing her parents, but so far she has stuck it out, more than what I've done.  I lift my leg up, my foot on the seat while I pick at the nail polish on my toes, once again glancing thru the position vacant section.  I'm sitting here for a little while thinking I'm all on my own when Matt appears leaning up against the door frame again.  He just stands there, making me feel like I'm in trouble this time.

"Do you want a cup of tea Matt" I ask him trying to break the intensity around us.

"I'll get it, you stay there, especially if your naked like usual" he says walking in to the kitchen. 

I look back down at the paper, circling jobs I have no intention of ringing but just looking busy.  He sits opposite me, he has a t-shirt on this time thank god.  He picks up one of my pieces of toast and helps himself.  He chews his toast noisily if that's possible trying to get me to notice him.  I look up at him.

"I need your opinion about something Lilly" he says leaning forward on the table a little.  I sit a little back ready to here but keep folded up against my chest, giving him the 'I'm waiting' look.

"Do you think Bec would marry me if I asked her?  I mean you know her better than anyone else in the world, do you think she is ready to settle down?"  He stays staring at me waiting for my answer.  I could potentially fuck this up for Bec if I give him the wrong answer, which I might add I'm not sure about.

"Umm...I know she loves you Matt.  I...we've never spoken about 'settling down', shit Matt I've never had what you two have, so I suppose she's never really spoken seriously to me about it, I'm probably the worst person for either of you to ask questions about that" I answer him knowing this is not what he wants to hear.  Silence.

"I'm going to take the chance.  And if I do and it doesn't work out for the best, will you make sure to catch her if she falls" he says to me sadly.

"Your not going to end it if she says no are you?  I mean she may need time, time to finish up her degree, or buy a house, or a dog or something.  Don't give up on her just because she might so no to settling down right now Matt" I say softly.  He rubs his face in annoyance.  I'm going to change the subject before he storms off.

"You'll be pleased to know I'm not going to be anyones 'Booty call' anymore.  The other night was the last booty call" I say almost proudly.  He stops rubbing his face frozen looking at me.  

"Is that what the discussion was all about then?"  I smile at him.  What a sweet guy making out the Bec hadn't told him, protecting me like that.

"You know perfectly well what it was all about, don't be so cheeky" I say to him.  He smiles then laughs a little at me.

"You'll find the right boy one day Lilly, your too special to go thru life not finding him."  I smile at him with thanks and thinking Bec is very lucky to have him.  

I tidy up the house trying not the think about my latest dilemma.  I try and equate all the boys I've ever been with.  Matt and I was doomed because of age, we were way too young.  And besides it would of just fizzled out.  After Matt came Jonathan, but he was too serious, and methodical in the bedroom.  Then Isaac stepped in.  He was the drummer in a rock band, he was pretty rough, and I thought he had potential until I surprised him after one of his gigs.  He was oblivious to the fact that you don't do 'groupies' when you have a girl-friend.  I got over him quickly, even though he still contacts me every so often.  Fuck maybe he thinks I'm just a 'booty call' too.  After than I had enough of it all and while I worked behind the bar in the city I met Mason.  At first I ignored him until we spoke in depth one night about high expectations of 'relationships' and how it would be great to just have the very best bit of one which boiled down to the sex bit.  It isn't friends with benefits with us because I'm not his friend, we don't hang out or socialise, we just use each others bodies, it's actually really simple.  I agree with myself that I'm thinking too much about it.   

Later that evening I'm just about to go to bed when Bec dashes thru the door yelling for me.  She doesn't say anything just holds up her hand to me displaying a giant big diamond ring on her finger.  I grab her and we bounce around the room like two little kids.  Then we both slump down on the lounge, excited for her tell me all about it, me excited to hear.  We sit for another hour talking about it, life, the future, the past even the bloody weather.  I surprised to find out they will not be having a long engagement, and I'm sad to think about loosing my best friend as my housemate.  She knows I'm worried about the future ensuring me things won't change that much but I know they will. 

The rest of the week panned out like usual.  When Friday night came around Bec and I met Matt down at the local pub.  Matt always seems to bring along a 'mate' to make up the four of us.  By midnight I'm ready to call it a night before my phone chimes with a text message:  'My place in half hour :~)' is all it says.  I read it then when I look up both Bec and Matt are looking at me.  I close my phone and finish my drink.  

"I'm going to go, you guys don't need to walk me back" I say.

"Going where?" Bec says knowing perfectly well I'm very tempted.

"I'm going home" I say confidently.  

I pick up my bag, give her a kiss on the cheek then walk home.  I tuck myself into bed, getting comfy before I answer him.  My thoughts being if I get comfortable enough I won't be bothered to go out, besides I need to not go, stick to at least one thing in my life.  I hold the phone up and answer him:  'I gave you my last booty call, feel special you were my last :~/'  I close my phone almost turning it off but realising I'm not that totally desperate and should have stronger will power.  I'm just about to sleep when it chimes again:  'I'll come to yours if you want, then you can call me your 'booty call' :0)'  I read it, it makes me giggle.  'That's very cute Mason...I'm very tempted but my will power is strong, surely you have other 'booty call' numbers you can ring, don't make me think I'm your special boot :-(' I read it again before I send it, I hope I don't make him feel like I'm fishing for compliments or anything.  The phone chimes almost immediately.  'Oh you are my favourite little boot Lilly but I'll respect your determination, look after yourself x.'  This makes me sad.  Did I want him to try and whoo me?  Did I want him to try harder?  Yes I think I did.  I turn over and go to sleep feeling let down with my life.

The next day I sit all alone in the kitchen with the usual paper spread out in front of me.  I have to find a job, I'm desperate, not only for my mind but my bank account.  I've successfully completed a degree in marketing and promotions so I need to find a job that I'm not over-qualified for but happy to do.  My Auntie employed me as her side-kick in her wedding consultancy business up until she retired recently, even offering the business to me cheaply, but I wasn't interested then, now I realise I should've accepted it and stick to the field I'm experienced at.  But there isn't a lot of jobs around these days for people to be employed rather than free-lancing, never sticking to just one contractor.  I hear the door opening with Bec walking in, glowing as usual.  She makes herself a tea and sits with me.  She can see the paper open in front of me as usual.  She looks at me like I'm pathetic.  Then she coughs a little to get my attention.

"I have a proposition for you, but I don't want you to take it just because it's me, and I'm honestly not offering just because I feel sorry for you or anything okay" she says to me.  I look at her over the top of my glasses, pen still in hand, waiting for her to speak again.

"First can I just say I'm very proud of you for not being 'boots' last night and sticking to your morals.  But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.  Lilly...I want you to be my wedding planner...your more than qualified than anyone else I know or trust, you know what I like, I know you will find the best value for money and I won't take no for an answer."  I don't answer her making her nervous so she continues.

"Besides, I have no time with the internship and the parents want to get involved, so I desperately want you to take over.  You can work from here.  You know Matt's tastes also. Your the same size as me even, so you don't even need me for the dress fitting.  I basically want you to do everything.  Am I sounding too bossy?" she says giving me a funny face.

"You want me to like do everything?"

"Everything."  I tap the pen on the paper in front of me while I think.  She knows I'm thinking.  She knows me too well.

"Okay...I would love to be your wedding planner Bec."  She gets up the same time I do and hugs me so tightly.

"You don't know how relieved I am Lilly, I was panicking about how I was going to do this, oh and I'm paying you also" she says still holding me tight making sure she isn't facing me.

"No, I will do it as my gift.  If it works out you never know I might get more work from it" I say to her as I pull her away to talk to her seriously.  She goes to speak back but I stop her.

"Please Bec.  Let me do this my way, while my determination is strong."  She just nods yes and smiles at me giving me another hug.

I pick up the phone and call my Auntie who is so excited for me to come around and go thru everything with her.  She never sold her business, she said she couldn't just sell to anyone, and was waiting for me.  I spent the rest of the week going to her place, going thru the files, even making contact with a few old contacts getting excited about something I was doing for a change.  I wash all my 'tidy' clothes ready for a few meetings with a few people.  I order a few bridal catalogues on line, enjoying wading thru all the spectacular wedding ideas.  I keep myself busy all week, exhausted by the week-end.  All this has successfully kept my mind off Mason.  Even though every so often I wonder who has taken my place, and realising this even makes me a tiny bit sad.