wonderwall || punznap

pure gold

Breathe, what defines and describes your worth

Climb, measure height by the wind's discern

Wait, for the tides of change will come

And reach, for the sight of being undone

pure gold - half·alive

Nick rolled over on his back, sighed sleepily, waking up. The trailer was immersed in a pleasant pre-dawn twilight, it was cool, the brunette shivered under a thin blanket. On the old electronic clock, a barely noticeable light red number five glowed. The morning boner pressed against his stomach, lifting the elastic band of his boxers. Nick put his hand under the covers, lazily stroking the tense shaft without opening his eyes. Thoughts drifted to Caitlin Smith, the girl with long lustrous hair and clear, watery eyes who played Lady Macbeth in Victoria's play.

He had long noticed her in a drama club. It's hard not to notice someone like Caitlin. She was beautiful, of course, if you remove the arrogance and way too high self-esteem. A curvaceous blonde - her ass was drawn as if according to a pattern, her luscious breasts beckoned him, her waist looked like it was made to put hands on it. Her lips were pink, plump, shining so that it was clear as day that she was not shy. However Nick understood that they would not get together, her shrill voice made the guy's ears ready to twist into a tube, and, in general, she gave off the aura of Rachel McAdams from mean girls.

Thinking about Caitlin was nice, but the enthusiasm did not wake up. Still, too juicy, if only her breasts were two sizes smaller, her hips were narrower... Nick was turned on by girls who were short, thin, fair-haired, and if they also had a short haircut, then it was even better. Smith was almost the exact opposite of them: a tall blonde with curvaceous hips, seemingly soft everywhere, wherever you can hold or touch her.

Nick absent-mindedly went over in his memory the faces of all his familiar girls, mechanically stroking his penis. That petite dark-skinned girl they were hanging out with a couple of days ago was pretty good. And a black-haired one with a short haircut - what exactly her name was, Amethyst? He even remembered that girl with an unpronounceable last name, with whom they did a project on English literature together, she was quite pretty. It seemed that there was some other cool brunette...

There was definitely someone, because Nick was lying in the evening yesterday, after returning home, fucked up with arousal, but it was unclear what or whome to connect it with. Maybe the accidental threesome with Elaina and Kyle was the culprit, or maybe the tight jeans.

By the way, he wondered how long the relationship between Luke and Elisabeth would last?.. You couldn't tell from him that he's the right type. Although who knows, maybe he has a lot of hidden talents. Maybe he sucks well. No, no, not really sucks, of course, but vice versa. Well, not quite the opposite, but what they do to girls.

In fact, he understood perfectly well what Ellie saw in him. Together, they looked like the formulaic couple from a Netflix series with the perfect cast, where he is the sexiest macho of the school, and she is a quiet fucking smart beauty. Especially if Mister Perfect was given a jersey with his last name on it. Nick imagined it and already admired it. If only Nick were in Ellie's place, he would also glow with happiness and walk with heart-shaped pupils, irritating everyone around with his exorbitant happiness, would stay with him overnight and enjoy his youth. Or maybe he would spend all the time he could with Luke in general - so what if the nights are no longer warm, it would still be possible to wander somewhere until morning, even through the streets, even along the embankment, and at five o'clock, when it starts to get light, go to Branch Brook Lake and from there enjoy the pre-dawn forest silence, look at the water and the barely rising sun, which paints the sky in all shades of pink and yellow.