Inside the Dreamer

The Student in the Bathroom

One of the female students called me out and told me to follow her, which I am doing right now. She stopped and pulled me inside the restroom which is too narrow for two; It's a wall bathroom, as you can determine by the name, unusual right? You get the idea. It is more like a secretive-wall-bathroom and what's make this more uniquely fun is the bar door, you can sneak a peak if wanted to.

Things went so fast, I didn't noticed that I was already sitting on the toilet. She's knelling in front of me and acting like a lion who's ready to risk it all for its meat. She succeeded, and finally eating its food. I looked up as if this is the 50th time of the day.

I guess resisting a person like me isn't possible at all. May we both know that we're females but still 'that' doesn't stop us. Fuck this.

This woman wants me as much as I wanted it to end. I feel no excitement, no pleasure, no such thing. I don't want to make her feel bad as she actually feels as a person. I don't also want to say that she knows nothing on what she's doing, so far-based on how she looks and perform, not my type, but definitely gonna have a taste.

How I wish I have a cigarette in my mouth right now, just to have way more...thrill.

I smirked at the thought of it; A'ight! Let's just pretend I do.

I slide my hand on her long hair that's covering her full-of-innocent face, way up to the back of her head and grabbed it with forced as I shove it in two directions.

A small smile of victory formed my lips.

Now, we're talking.

Peaks from above caught my attention, two of the males watched us go as they are laughing by their own jokes. Then, here's another one from below.

Amazing humans can be.

I smirked and make my way to this woman.

I grant this woman my very last energy within my hands and she shall not die on me. She, who is chosen, shall serve me at the very end.

She's exhausted. I meant EX-HAUS-TED. She grasps as she nearly losses her consciousness from lack of oxygen-the fight, the war it is. I went out of the suffocating bathroom as I fixed my deep dark navy blue pants, and breathe the fresh air made outside of the wall.

While she's there. Taking a hold of her own dear life on the floor.

Our audiences backs out as I went out of the stage and their amazed smirks, smiles and laughs makes me feel proud of our work. Great job woman. Salute.

I've never seen this much audience for a short period of play.

I continue my walk earlier.

A "next time" doesn't sound so bad.