Watch. Catch my brain as much as my human body. My mouth is dry, we can’t stop squeezing my feet together, and I also can believe I’m getting wet in my own knickers. Maybe Not symbolically, like in “I feel therefore stimulated I’m getting wet” but also for genuine, real moisture dampening the material – sufficient if it will go through the skirt under me to the bench below that I wonder. We can’t stop taking a look at Annie’s lips, and sneaking a glance at her breasts. She waves her hands around and I suddenly imagine her hands cupping my own breasts, squeezing, and her mouth coming down over my nipple, licking when she talks. Drawing. Moaning.
“i must get, ” we state instantly, too loudly.
Everybody else turns in my experience. Annie looks perplexed and sad.
“What? Why, no, stay. ”
“I… it is simply… I’m…” I’m stammering for words, and sound foolish.
“Megs –““i’ve to get, I’m just – “
We don’t also complete the phrase but change, and push my means through the group back once again to the door that is front. I realise how hot I am, how fast my heart is beating when I burst out onto the pavement, the cooler night air hits my face and.read more