At the start of noon, all seemed to pause like for brief moment time stopped for us. I had missed my days lecturers knowing full well Mondays were the most relentless and ruthless of days on campus, with assignments and research proposals, students flooding in and out of auditoriums and theatres. A buzz of what seemed to be a phone came from the pile of clothing on living room rug, one might think it was a mans only mess, alas a woman was part of the mess made. I frisked at the clothes, to my surprise it wasn’t my cell phone it was aurora’s, with a text that read;
“hey, been calling for hours. You missed out on the history presentation, and girl mr Miguel was all about you today…….hope you didn’t spend all weekend with slim lol”
I smiled to myself and woke her up “hey your girlfriends, been texting and calling. Am guessing we both missed out today huh” surprisingly she was still passed out or asleep (menacing smile) it was an amazing morning rush after all. I rushed to the shower and washed up and got to preparing lunch and arrange my apartment, to avoid the nauseating sight of a mess it was. I know many guys in class tease for being a fanatic of Italian cuisine, well I think I don’t. growing up my Dad would order in Italian dinner or have a chef stay in for the weekend. I became accustomed to the Italian gourmet cooking. I rushed up a frittata di pasta which is a common Italian meal, whose main ingredients are spaghetti, egg, cheese and prosciutto crudo. It comes out with a pizza like serving but still carries its pasta look with it. I was surprised the aroma of the titan made meal didn’t wake her up or the loud noise from my weekend special show one piece (an anime shounen popular among teens and young adults). With a slight nudge to the leg, there she was all risen half undressed waist up while still covered in the light blue snuggie I had stored up when transferring from home. She stretched out front faced while her back was towards me, she tilted her head to the side and held her hands touching each elbow over her head, hair all messed and curly like she was picked from the sidewalks of a city, the slender wave from her arms to waist her spine run down like the nile majestic and vivid.
aurora
Wait what am I doing, am I not suppose to be in class right now, oh well probably wont make sense going to class this late. Well seems the girls weren’t lying about him being obsessed with anime lol who watches anime on a monday. Hu, Now that was a way to spend a night and get rid of this hypersexuality disorder, if I didn’t I would have ended up being a nymphomania. The thought of that gave me a throbbing headache. Come to think of it were did this boy run off to, thank goodness his not here to see me looking like a total wench, I giggled to myself. Never thought a person who was attracted to my fellow girls since high school would end up being driven in by my own sexual desires. Not to mention to a man I didn’t even think of taking me for the entirety of the weekend. I hope he doesn’t think I will clean up his house like am somewhat his girlfriend or anything. Man they way took it up, it was thou he knew exactly what I need every step of the way, I could feel the depth and intensity in every touch the passion in every kiss who knew having a man would be this. I have to thank Anastasia for taking me to the mixer I wouldn’t have this much fun with any of my girlfriends. I could still the after shock of every stroke, just thinking about it pulls me back to the mood now let me do something about this hair and sweaty body of mine before he comes back. Come to think of it I did hear him say something about my phone and text, probably class issues. I wish I had gone to art school, being at a medical school is annoying. However, I didn’t expect what awaited me when I turned around. There he stood, I knew he was handsome. But looking at him again.. him being handsome feels like an understatement. He had a perfect build, his muscles interlocked in the most unique way like that of an athlete. Who would stare down on a lady shirtless only wrapped in a bathing towel. His face gazed like that of an Olympian god, his jaw line broad and his cheeks dazed with a fair and gentle smoothness. He would have thought a face like his would be in its 20’s. he looked 18 to say the least. But of all his qualities what gave me away to want him more was his smile, the way his lips eluded with a dark cherry touch thou different in size smooth and perfectly aligned and his teeth sat in place white like the snow grounds in the arctic. I didn’t even notice he was staring at my naked body dressed only in my underwear. To hide my embarrasement I lash out at him ”hey derrick, are you going to keep on staring or you have already humiliated me”. I knew his response would show his true nature, I gently smirked knowing full well a person of my status would slide out of this situation. Nevertheless, his response was something I never foresaw it. He said in a gentle and emotionless tone, “the bathroom is on your left passed the first door to your left, I placed a fresh towel and some hair products for you. Do mind the floor thou its slippery at the moment”. Then he proceeded to stare at me, then it hit me, he wasn’t staring at me but at his tv show on the screen behind me. I mean what man would rather watch anime and not be amazed by a womans body every guy on campus only dreams of. With that I walked the living quarters heading to the bath in frustration, why him of all people.
Derrick
I know it was rude of me not to pay mind to her, one thing ticked me off as I was admiring her dazzling posture of a perfect body she had, at the base of her back there it was a tattoo which would only be translated as an LGBT+ logo so to say. I wanted to ask her but who am I to pry on her personal life, I mean I was just a guy who met her at a mixer and I was too drunk to know the details. The thought of it being just a tat kept me at bay, nevertheless I was eager to know the true meaning, for every art there is a meaning. Come to think of it she was confident in her appearance half dressed and staring right me with her tips pointing at me. Smiling was the least I could do dragging on the conversation would have made me make a record of being wit a woman twice in a day. I waited for her to take her bath as she strolled back wrapped in the towel, vibrant was the fresh scent of wet skin, a woman’s natural fragrance, her curl wet flame red hair made it hard to distinguish her from a hentai waifu I once saw in an anime. She smiled at me as thou she had known me for a long time, well I wouldn’t blame her the feeling was mutual. So I broke the phantom stare which led us to our various imaginative worlds, I bluntly asked her “ so I see you into ladies” I mischievously smiled after the question to ease her response. Without a thought she responded I have always been into women since high school, am as much bummed right now spending time with a male. I took offense to that she literally refered to me as male, I mean boy is good and all but male…. Sounded a little understated as thou I was just a hormonal backlash to her. I further taunted her “ but why the same sex interest, isn’t that against your religion and culture”, with that I realized I had made a miscalculation. Her situation or trait as a lesbian was as a result of ……………………………………
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TEMPTED BOOK 1: secret in the moonlight🌙
Romancea tale of how power can influence individuals to either be obsessed about or with or be motivated to or with particular things or individual achievements, the dark alleys of how a love paradox causes people to submit and compromise their ideals and...
