Memoirs of a Nymphomaniac

3) FACING AND EATING

           It was Monday morning at 5:00am when my alarm went off. I had awoken from my deep, disturbed sleep. I got up from bed and went into the bathroom to prepare for class today. I jumped into the shower, and soothed in the sprinkling water. It was so  steamy and treated my skin with such care. I brushed my teeth and combed my silky, mahogany hair. I paid attention to every strand, making sure nothing was out of place. I then slipped my dress and sweater on. I was now prepared to face the world in unhappiness. I grabbed the keys and walked out of the door. Everything was so ordinary at the moment. My drive to class was mediocre, and when I walked into the lecture hall it was silent also. While I sat in class, I was getting a horrible pain in my stomach. It was honestly unbearable. Was there a caltrop in my stomach?(rhetorical) I excused myself from the class and went home. The ride was excruciatingly painful, and I rushed into the house and went for the bathroom. I started to profusely vomit in the toilet until I literally became tired. I sat there for hours in between sleep and being barely conscious. I finally dozed off, but then I awoke to the buzz of my phone ringing. The phone read 'Casey', and I automatically thought decline. I then answered out of curiosity of what he thought of what he did.

       "Hello", I spoke.
   "Hey Clark. We need to talk.", Casey said.
         "No we don't because you're a bomb ass idiotic bastard, and I simply don't fuck or fuck with married men. I'm not a whore, side bitch, or mistress. I am going to hang up because I must keep my sanity for the sake of my well being.", I stressed. Suddenly, a fit of rage possessed my body, and I hung up the phone.

        Something was wrong with me. I was slipping up and letting my emotions take ahold of me. I was truly tired of my life, and a change needed to occur. I was sick and laying on the freezing marble floor until 6:30pm. I forcibly made myself recovered, and I just put it away. I was going out tonight to have some fun because Blythe invited me to a party. I purified myself and got ready. Standing in the mirror, I felt old. Not in a physical sense, but in a emotional sense. I had all the excitement in the world, but felt like I  was a caged bird, waiting to be freed from captivity. I left the house with pleasure on my mind. I soon arrived at the party and proceeded to Blythe to say 'Hi'. She was of course flirting with some boy.

         "Hello Blythe. What poor boy are trying to fuck now?", I teased.
    "Honey, you are one to talk with all the dicks we know you sit on every night!", she laughably questioned.
       "Anyways, thanks for inviting me.", I said in shady manner.

      I walked around and got a feel for the people. I saw a girl that kept staring at me for an hour. She had a naughty grin on her face. I hadn't had an experience with a girl since my senior year in high school. It was an uncanny adventure that I was willing to go on again, so I confronted the mysterious girl.

      "Hi. I see you looking at me.", I flirtatiously stated.
  "Bonjour Mademoiselle , je m' appelle Renée. Comment ça va?", she surprisingly spoke. I was at a lost because I didn't speak French, I think.
     "Je suis très chaude, et Je veux niquer.", she said. I didn't know what she was saying at all. It was all sexy though. I just grabbed her fiercely and connected my lips with hers. She easily responded with pleasure. I think I answered whatever she was trying to say.

       We went up to an interestingly empty bedroom. Once we got in she started literally tearing my clothes off in a barbaric manner. She then suddenly backed away and spoke again.

     "Je veux tu danses. Maintenant!!!!!", she hollered. She abruptly pulled me up and started to twirl me. She must have wanted me to dance. She was obviously into foreplay and manipulation. She watched me like I was her muse. It was gorgeous and so was she.