Post by autumnrmiller on Sept 15, 2013 1:18:36 GMT
Tori is the girl across the classroom. Not even the girl next door. She is beautiful, her eyes stop every thought in my head and I become incredibly stupid. I seem to feel her over there; I hope I feel her eyes on me. I try to brush my hair to the front, to reveal my tattoo in the back, I fluff it every few minutes and I try to keep my back straight. Do these little acts make things obvious? And if they are so obvious, could she know that every cell in my body is attracted to her? Is she straight? Probably. I have to tell myself the sad, sad truth. Tori is more than likely straight as a ruler; in fact, she probably has a boyfriend. But I’ll dream on.
I drift away.
To a place like the one we all know of, except that the impossible is possible. I wake up; pull on my dark blue denim jeans, the ones that hang loose on my hips. I wrap a belt around myself, and I pull on my bra and shirt. Off I go, after I brush my teeth and make my coffee. I walk outside when I am ready, and the day shines hopefully. I head to my class in my cute black Pontiac Grand Prix, and I think about just how to approach Tori. Today is the day. Today I will most certainly make progress. “You are, you are the only one that makes me feel like I could live forever, forever…” I sing, or yell, Airborne Toxic Event’s “Timeless”. I get to class, walk in and I glance at her. She is already looking at me. Oh how good that feels. She looks away, was she embarrassed to be caught staring? Was she a “good” embarrassed? I get through class, but it dragged on like a turtle napping. Turtles don’t only move slowly, they nap slowly. But I see she times her exit with mine. O.K., good signs. She turns to the left, to a desk overlooking the highway. I follow and say, “Tori?” She turns. Looks me right in the eye, and I am dead. I told you, I become putty when she swings those blue beauties my way. But I recover. “Do I know you?” I ask, acting, knowing that I didn’t know her from Sally down the road. But she says, as if unbeknownst that I am a phony, “No, I don’t believe so, do I look familiar?” “Yes! But you must be someone else. Anyway, I guess I’ll take this chance to ask, do you know of any parties this weekend? I know, it sounds terrible, but once in a while I like to go crazy.” I am completely cool, completely normal. “Sure! I’m going to one in some apartments down the road, you could come with me?” “Sure thing, when is it?” She says, “Tonight.” I think I’m in heaven. We exchange numbers; I’ll see her in four hours. And I will lay her down.
Music blaring in my ears, colors parading in my visuals and alcohol in my blood. I find you. I’ve found you. Dress blowing in the wind, outside the apartment, near a tree. Alone in the night, putting up no fight. I approach, beyond reproach by now. I tap her shoulder; I feel my love inside smolder then explode with her blue eyes staring into mine. We just look at each other and I say, “I find you attractive, and right now your lips estrange me from my mind. I cannot stand this anymore.” And I kissed her. And she kissed back. I feel like I’m so alive, perfectly content and this is relaxing every fiber in my being. I gently push her against the tree, my fingertips skim her body, thighs and pelvis, I linger where I know she is yearning for it. I know exactly what to do, when to do it and how hard to do it. I’m surprised because I have never done this before, but I must be naturally adept at the aesthetic of love making. And I am making her feel orgasmic right now. She gasps in surprise as I hit the right spot , steady, I move my fingers in rhythm. I feel my way and memorize her. I could not help but memorize every freckle, every strand of hair, I wanted to. I finish, take my hands and fix her dress and continue kissing her, inching down her neck, I begin to smell her perfume. I’m on fire, I need her now. So we sneak into a room, no one accuses us of anything, who would have guessed?? These two beautiful young women together? No way.
This room smells like roses and looks pristine. King size bed in the corner, silk sheets adorned it confidently, it was fit for royalty. I know I’m dreaming now, because I see it’s now daylight, the sun is just setting. Orange, pink, purple sky, golden. I look for Tori. The window curtains are blowing in the room, and all I see is the transparent silk, shining golden in the suns brilliant light. Suddenly I capture a glance at Tori’s beautiful skin upon the bed. She calls my name so sweetly and seductively that I melt. I float to her. Feeling her skin from her toe, up her calf, so smooth. The muscle underneath yearning for tender fingers. Gently moving along the length of her thigh, drawing circles, drawing hearts.
I drift away.
To a place like the one we all know of, except that the impossible is possible. I wake up; pull on my dark blue denim jeans, the ones that hang loose on my hips. I wrap a belt around myself, and I pull on my bra and shirt. Off I go, after I brush my teeth and make my coffee. I walk outside when I am ready, and the day shines hopefully. I head to my class in my cute black Pontiac Grand Prix, and I think about just how to approach Tori. Today is the day. Today I will most certainly make progress. “You are, you are the only one that makes me feel like I could live forever, forever…” I sing, or yell, Airborne Toxic Event’s “Timeless”. I get to class, walk in and I glance at her. She is already looking at me. Oh how good that feels. She looks away, was she embarrassed to be caught staring? Was she a “good” embarrassed? I get through class, but it dragged on like a turtle napping. Turtles don’t only move slowly, they nap slowly. But I see she times her exit with mine. O.K., good signs. She turns to the left, to a desk overlooking the highway. I follow and say, “Tori?” She turns. Looks me right in the eye, and I am dead. I told you, I become putty when she swings those blue beauties my way. But I recover. “Do I know you?” I ask, acting, knowing that I didn’t know her from Sally down the road. But she says, as if unbeknownst that I am a phony, “No, I don’t believe so, do I look familiar?” “Yes! But you must be someone else. Anyway, I guess I’ll take this chance to ask, do you know of any parties this weekend? I know, it sounds terrible, but once in a while I like to go crazy.” I am completely cool, completely normal. “Sure! I’m going to one in some apartments down the road, you could come with me?” “Sure thing, when is it?” She says, “Tonight.” I think I’m in heaven. We exchange numbers; I’ll see her in four hours. And I will lay her down.
Music blaring in my ears, colors parading in my visuals and alcohol in my blood. I find you. I’ve found you. Dress blowing in the wind, outside the apartment, near a tree. Alone in the night, putting up no fight. I approach, beyond reproach by now. I tap her shoulder; I feel my love inside smolder then explode with her blue eyes staring into mine. We just look at each other and I say, “I find you attractive, and right now your lips estrange me from my mind. I cannot stand this anymore.” And I kissed her. And she kissed back. I feel like I’m so alive, perfectly content and this is relaxing every fiber in my being. I gently push her against the tree, my fingertips skim her body, thighs and pelvis, I linger where I know she is yearning for it. I know exactly what to do, when to do it and how hard to do it. I’m surprised because I have never done this before, but I must be naturally adept at the aesthetic of love making. And I am making her feel orgasmic right now. She gasps in surprise as I hit the right spot , steady, I move my fingers in rhythm. I feel my way and memorize her. I could not help but memorize every freckle, every strand of hair, I wanted to. I finish, take my hands and fix her dress and continue kissing her, inching down her neck, I begin to smell her perfume. I’m on fire, I need her now. So we sneak into a room, no one accuses us of anything, who would have guessed?? These two beautiful young women together? No way.
This room smells like roses and looks pristine. King size bed in the corner, silk sheets adorned it confidently, it was fit for royalty. I know I’m dreaming now, because I see it’s now daylight, the sun is just setting. Orange, pink, purple sky, golden. I look for Tori. The window curtains are blowing in the room, and all I see is the transparent silk, shining golden in the suns brilliant light. Suddenly I capture a glance at Tori’s beautiful skin upon the bed. She calls my name so sweetly and seductively that I melt. I float to her. Feeling her skin from her toe, up her calf, so smooth. The muscle underneath yearning for tender fingers. Gently moving along the length of her thigh, drawing circles, drawing hearts.