Rose Among The Thorns - ONGOING

Chapter 2.1: Lingerie

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Disclaimer:
This is a work of pure fiction. Any names or events which may seem similar to what is in the text is purely coincidental.
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CHAPTER 2.1

*Franz*

In my teens, I've heard my name mentioned in the most satisfying and whiny ways. Teenage girls have a cute way of talking, especially when they're extremely excited. Often times, I'd rank the way girls called me and those at the top would of course be the most satisfying ones to say my name in whimpers while I pummel myself against them as we made love.

I'd remember Rose Arrow as my top 2. My "The One Who Got Away". The first spot belongs to my first girlfriend who took away my virginity-a girl seven years my senior who really filled me with the most mind-blowing experiences-the girl I lost to a guy who, well, was shorter than me but longer than me as she emphasized. Patience that is. I'm never a guy who'd please a woman but my first girl really picked the guy who always "knelt" before her and ate her to her heart's content.

"I'll find a girl I'll satisfy," I swore myself in front of my first girlfriend's panties before I burned it and walked away from it. Rejection always gives us super powers of amplifying whatever efforts we exert in life. My mission in life at that moment was to be the best boy friend to my next partner and I really meant it.

That's when I met Rose Arrow. The girl whom everyone had a crush on. The girl who made music play slowly in my mind. The girl who couldn't make me think straight for weeks after striking a conversation with her. The first girl I imagined I'd rip off a wedding gown from.

Rose Arrow was the smartest girl in our class. She was bright, without the effort. Fluent, without trying too hard. She was prim and proper. She was not too pretty but her skin glowed out of being so clean and gentle-mannered. Good posture. Pinky feet. Long legs. Oh those legs I hung beside my neck before I teased to go down on her and eat her till she collapsed-in my imagination, at first.

Rose Arrow was my second girlfriend and I filled her with so much love, respect and malice when I lost my resolve. I didn't take her virginity, only teased it. She was the girl I had wet dreams and sex with every night of my first year in college, but only held hands with when I got to see her. And when we finally "almost" did it, I'd always ended up respecting how "she didn't want to get penetrated before we got married." I loved her so much, I googled ways to get her excited through my fingers and tongue every chance I'd get. We'd do it regularly in her dorm when her friend slept over someplace else. I'd make her wet at the movie house just below our box of popcorn. We'd even sneak at the comfort room if I couldn't control myself for my after movie "treat".

Every time I did it with her I felt I grew more and more into a man who could satisfy women to the fullest. Every time we did it, I noticed she'd bloom even more. The more I saw it, the more ways I thought of to make her happier. She looked so happy and satisfied with me, I sometimes had glassy eyes when I look at her over my shoulder during class.

But all happy tales have endings. The days passed and both of us became addicted to spending time with each other that it took a toll on her. Her grades dropped because she lacked the sleep.

I loved her so much that I had to wait for her and I promised myself I would wait even if all I did was please her and endure the pain of my own loins.

I pictured how I'd married her, how I'd make her happy, how our children would look. I imagined how I should always give her time to pamper herself when we become full-grown adults. I thought of ways to manage our time so that we can still have travels together, and by then I could take every ounce of her.

Until...

...one day came and I didn't hear from her. She left school at the middle of our 2nd year, without a message or call.

Her dorm room was empty, even her buddy was clueless.

I had not a single idea to where she went. Her parents did not respond to my calls and I had no clue where her home address was.

Some rumored I got her pregnant, which I was sure I didn't because I only took her in many ways but only in my nasty dreams.

Some even said she died of a disease.

I made myself believe the latter happened. Our love was not something to be thrown away like some piece of unwanted lingerie.

I woke up with beading sweat on my forehead and back. A tear rolled down my left eye.

It was already accounting- a time when all detainees would join formation at the field and get checked. I jumped off my bed and pulled my yellow uniform over my head.

"I have to find out for sure if I'm not just out of my mind or... if it's really her."

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Franz is bothered by a ghost of the past. Could this new character be his long lost love?

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