My Fantasy

Part A

Sitting behind her on that gym floor, I looked at every part of her perfectly structured figure for as long as I could handle. Her long dyed blonde strands were usually down and free, but this time they were pinned back by a small clip, holding the two front strands of her hair. Her slim, soft-looking arms, her hands, her nails... She took care of them meticulously; her cuticles were done, and her nails were kept short for the prayers. Every time she adjusted herself on the uncomfortable gym floor, her hair would move, and her fragrance would hit my nostrils and enter my body. It was sweet, but not nauseating; instead, it made me want to smell it over and over again. That scent... The scent that made me unfaithful to myself.

She wanted my attention, but she would never have it because the guilt I felt was bigger than my lust for her, and she knew it, which only made her try harder. Just by standing behind me, her close presence created a chemical reaction in my body. The feeling of her breath hitting my neck, her warmth, and especially her scent made me see black. It was as if the sense of vision that I was given wasn't present anymore. Nothing else mattered in those moments; I wouldn't move. It felt like I was paralyzed, always scared that one wrong move and she would know how crazy I was for her—how every night I imagined the parts that I wanted to see, the ones that I wanted to touch, the ones that I wanted to reward myself with. After months of containing myself every time she passed, leaving that sweet scent in the hall where I used to stand longer than I was supposed to just so I could smell her in the air, both she and I knew that it could never happen. So we just kept messing with each other every chance we got, exchanging looks even if it was just for a second.

Her God wanted her to be pure; her family expected a nice, respectable lady. But deep down, I wanted to make her a sinner by running my hands over her body while she got all messed up due to my actions in that moment. But I knew I'd never be able to touch her, even if I were single. Therefore, she remained my fantasy... My most desired fantasy.