Sensual Politics

six

picture: august moodboard

06

six

Things picked up rapidly after their spontaneous make out session behind the mall. James had invited her to his home and August moaned against his neck with delight. The car ride to his home was filled with static and anticipation, despite them keeping their hands on each other at all times. A sudden rush of fear had also passed through her. Fear of the future and what it beheld.

The last of the evening rays were diminished now, covering the sky with the soft black that reminded August of a dark deep cave. She could hear the swaying of the trees from a distance, the wind making a whistle like sound. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and tasted the salt of the humid air. She had been to James' house once though she doubted he even remembered. It was at the end of freshman year at a party open to all. His friends had rather forced him to play the host because he had the largest house among them. August only attended because it was his house and she wouldn't miss the oppurtinity in a million years. She only saw him once that night drinking out of a plastic cup, but she lacked the courage to talk to him.

Now, she stood on his porch once again but under completely contrasting circumstances. Circumstances that miraculously played out in her favour. Her skin felt like it was touching flames, and her anguished eyes roamed around the front garden, the grey picket fence and the wooden door. She could feel the beating of her heart in her ears as her fingers grazed the rust on the door's hinges in a hypnotized manner. According to her, James was taking an extensive amount of time to park her car but it had only been a minute till she felt his breath on her neck.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he kissed under her ear as he fumbled with the keys to open the door.

August didn't have the luxurious time to take in her surroundings like she did the last time she was in his home. James immediately pinned her to a wall and crashed his lips on hers. Their limbs tangled with their bodies and August was surprised how they made their way up the stairs in such a compromising position.

His room was dark and it was hard to make out the details but she didn't care. James had taken over all of her senses. She felt him everywhere, his hands explored her body and her skin burst into flames with tantalising waves of desire. His hair was honey soft and her fingers couldn't stop grazing them. Somewhere a small light flicked on and she saw James' hand on the lamp switch. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met and she could see the cravings reciprocated in his. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips and she kissed it.

"Is this really okay with you?" August thought her voice sounded different, a little rough. Maybe even hopeful.

"More than okay," James whispered back.

In one swift motion, he got rid of his sweatshirt and captured August's lips again. Her hands tugged at his hair one last time before they travelled down his chest. All her wildest dreams came true in that moment. Her fingers ran in slow memorizing patterns over his torso, his stomach and his chest until they reached across his perfectly chiseled back. James' fingers tugged at the bottom of her top and she wondered for a brief moment where she discarded her denim jacket. In the next few seconds, her top met the wooden floor and his hands were touching her bare skin, igniting her further. They stumbled across the dimly lit room towards his bed and she was hit with the strong scent of him, her insides curling themselves to make way for every piece of him she can inhale. It was glorious and magnificent and every other word she couldn't think of then.