I wrote a story. I would appreciate comments if you read it.

The jell feeling above a woman’s tits is what he lived for. The shoes and the shirt were not mere things, but trophies of what a life lived under conformity brought. Things in college he would have wanted. Her nodding, and her long face, and those small teeth that creeped out of her mouth like a tectonic plate. These girls, maybe 20 of them were all fixed on the teacher, and in the corner was Brent having a fit of tourettes, fiddling uncontrollably, while looking down at his hands. Nobody seemed to care. Each one had their own way of trying to get his attention. He seemed aloof and played along, simultaneously enjoying the attention very much. He hoped it would have been like this in college.

The bell interrupted while Nicole was in the middle of conversation. All the girls stood up promptly, and one girl even closed Nicole’s book for her. It was chaotic for a few seconds and Nicole knew she lost him. They all said “Bye” to him, the bold ones by themselves and the shy ones in pairs of 2 or 3. They all stared in his eyes while smiling and waddling their hips, and fixed an irregularly long gaze on his eyes. Alyssa was the last one to leave, timing it perfectly.

Alyssa was still packing up her binder, and she did it very slowly. Double checking empty pouches. Feigning frustration when she couldn’t find what it was she was looking for.

“ So you’re getting the material alright?”

She felt relief. “ Yep.”

Silence.

They were standing 30 feet apart.

She walked, slowly to him.

They were both facing each other, in a perfectly straight line. She could triple jump and her legs would land perfectly between his crotch.

As she walked, each leg would wrap around in front of her, like a runway model, while staring into his eyes intently. Was she possessed?

He cleared his throat. He knew what was happening. He didn’t know what to do. After all, in college he thought if he was lucky it might be like this, but he thought it would never happen.

She stopped. As she was about to make her move…

He dropped his pants and said “Blow Me” in kind of this exhaustive tone.

It was one of those victories where you didn’t even break a sweat. “Is that it?”

She pretended to be appalled and ran out of the room.