CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He followed reasonably far behind, but close enough to satisfy him. That ass on those jeans. Amazing. He could actually feel it, he could feel her ass with his eyes! It was soft. He wanted to be inside it.
He look up at the rest of her back on occasion and found it not unpleasant. Her hair was lighter than he had thought it was and, truth be told, he was a bit angry with her about that. But he managed to put the anger aside, to compartmentalise it. Anger would never be the primary emotion he felt when looking at her, never!
He was getting closer to her, he realised that, verging on dangerously close. Why did she have to walk so slow? But this concern was forgotten as some other feeling arose within him, something stronger than the feeling of her ass. It was intoxicating, more than intoxicating! Was it love, he wondered? Whatever it was, it felt like there was an aura around her, and he was at the very edge of it, almost inside, so close to being inside...
"Alriiiiight, maaaaate!" He couldn't feel the aura anymore, he couldn't even feel her ass. Damn it! Damn you, Stevie!
"Hi," he managed to get out, without even sounding too annoyed, but inside he was seething.
"Haven't seen you for a while, mandude!" That's because I've been avoiding you, shit for brains.
"Been busy with..."
"Do you know that bird?" said Stevie, pointing at her, talking far too loud. How DARE he even acknowledge that he could see her! She wasn't for Stevie!
"No...lives near me...don't know her..."
"She's alright man, why don't you talk to her?" Fuck you, Stevie.
"Yeah..." and that was all he could say.
"Just say hi when we walk by," said Stevie, starting to walk fast. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no! But then salvation. Mad Roy in his newly pimped out car came over the hill and stopped beside them.
"Stevie ya fuckin' suicide bomber!" shouted Mad Roy. He could see her looking over her shoulder briefly. He was bright red now.
"Aye right, your maw seemed to enjoy the explosion between her legs last night, know what I mean!" said Stevie, getting into the car uninvited. "See you later, man!"
"Bye," he said.
"It's not the guy you said was a poof?" said Mad Roy.
"SSH!" said Stevie and they drove away. He didn't care what Mad Roy thought of him. He only cared about her. He could feel it again, the aura. He was in it now! He stopped, breathing deeply, taking it in. She stopped too. What was this!? Did she know? Was she about to turn round and reveal herself to him, reveal that she really was the Goddess he'd always suspected and that he, as her most loyal acolyte, would sit by her as almost and equal when she took her place as ruler of all reality? No, she was just texting someone on his phone. What to do? Walk on? Walk past her? BRUSH UP AGAINST HER? No, silly thought, don't go there, don't do that. It would be amazing but it would anger her. Just walk past, go on. She was begging him to walk past.
He confidently strode forward, as she just stood there. He could feel her with all five sense, her touch all over every inch of his body, her fragrance like nothing he had smelled before, her taste in his mouth so sweet and yet so deadly, she was all he could see with his eyes, nothing else was real...and of course he could hear her, calling to him. So close. He could nearly touch her. Yes, if he just reached out...she dropped her phone. He nearly stopped walking, then panicked and started again, without looking. He stepped right on her phone. She was bending down to get it and quickly looked up, her head banging against his. He span around in a full circle.
"Sorry!" he said, no daring to look. Then he ran. He fucking ran. He didn't want to face her wrath. He ran all the way home and was surpised to find he could still feel her utterly, the full experience. He part of her power passed into him!?
"Are you okay?" his mother asked, concerned.
"YES," he said rudely, and ran upstairs to masturbate.
He look up at the rest of her back on occasion and found it not unpleasant. Her hair was lighter than he had thought it was and, truth be told, he was a bit angry with her about that. But he managed to put the anger aside, to compartmentalise it. Anger would never be the primary emotion he felt when looking at her, never!
He was getting closer to her, he realised that, verging on dangerously close. Why did she have to walk so slow? But this concern was forgotten as some other feeling arose within him, something stronger than the feeling of her ass. It was intoxicating, more than intoxicating! Was it love, he wondered? Whatever it was, it felt like there was an aura around her, and he was at the very edge of it, almost inside, so close to being inside...
"Alriiiiight, maaaaate!" He couldn't feel the aura anymore, he couldn't even feel her ass. Damn it! Damn you, Stevie!
"Hi," he managed to get out, without even sounding too annoyed, but inside he was seething.
"Haven't seen you for a while, mandude!" That's because I've been avoiding you, shit for brains.
"Been busy with..."
"Do you know that bird?" said Stevie, pointing at her, talking far too loud. How DARE he even acknowledge that he could see her! She wasn't for Stevie!
"No...lives near me...don't know her..."
"She's alright man, why don't you talk to her?" Fuck you, Stevie.
"Yeah..." and that was all he could say.
"Just say hi when we walk by," said Stevie, starting to walk fast. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no! But then salvation. Mad Roy in his newly pimped out car came over the hill and stopped beside them.
"Stevie ya fuckin' suicide bomber!" shouted Mad Roy. He could see her looking over her shoulder briefly. He was bright red now.
"Aye right, your maw seemed to enjoy the explosion between her legs last night, know what I mean!" said Stevie, getting into the car uninvited. "See you later, man!"
"Bye," he said.
"It's not the guy you said was a poof?" said Mad Roy.
"SSH!" said Stevie and they drove away. He didn't care what Mad Roy thought of him. He only cared about her. He could feel it again, the aura. He was in it now! He stopped, breathing deeply, taking it in. She stopped too. What was this!? Did she know? Was she about to turn round and reveal herself to him, reveal that she really was the Goddess he'd always suspected and that he, as her most loyal acolyte, would sit by her as almost and equal when she took her place as ruler of all reality? No, she was just texting someone on his phone. What to do? Walk on? Walk past her? BRUSH UP AGAINST HER? No, silly thought, don't go there, don't do that. It would be amazing but it would anger her. Just walk past, go on. She was begging him to walk past.
He confidently strode forward, as she just stood there. He could feel her with all five sense, her touch all over every inch of his body, her fragrance like nothing he had smelled before, her taste in his mouth so sweet and yet so deadly, she was all he could see with his eyes, nothing else was real...and of course he could hear her, calling to him. So close. He could nearly touch her. Yes, if he just reached out...she dropped her phone. He nearly stopped walking, then panicked and started again, without looking. He stepped right on her phone. She was bending down to get it and quickly looked up, her head banging against his. He span around in a full circle.
"Sorry!" he said, no daring to look. Then he ran. He fucking ran. He didn't want to face her wrath. He ran all the way home and was surpised to find he could still feel her utterly, the full experience. He part of her power passed into him!?
"Are you okay?" his mother asked, concerned.
"YES," he said rudely, and ran upstairs to masturbate.
