Brewing Tales

My days gradually settled into a new normalcy, a life without her. I had relocated to a different state to pursue my college education, aspiring to become a sophisticated and experienced doctor. Enrolling in the best and renowned college in the state, my time was consumed by the challenges of studies and the struggle to adjust among new peers.

The camaraderie of my fellow students proved to be cooperative and supportive, revitalizing my days with shared experiences. However, as the dark curtains of night descended, the haunting birds of her memories returned, flapping their enormous, dark wings over my mind. They cast shadows on my figure, burdening my thoughts and squeezing whatever emotions still flowed in my heart.

The battle to forget her, to escape the charisma of her beauty, charm, and sensations persisted. Nights became a suffocating struggle, a desperate fight for survival. It was only when the morning tears fell and the day commenced with its hectic routine, meticulously planned to free myself from her grip, that I felt alive again.

I spent my nights writing about her, as if it were my only means of survival. Otherwise, I believed I'd be dead by morning. Her memories became a haunting ghost, an entity I had to entertain all night to escape the claws of death.

I began penning tales, not of sorrows, but of the tantalizing delicacies we once shared. One tale each night.

Then came the night of our fight. It was a tepid summer day, the season just unfolding its warmth. I had slept in due to a late-night homework session, causing me to be five minutes late for school.

Entering the class, the professor stood on the podium, ready to deliver the lecture, and all the seats were already taken. My eyes found her sitting next to a boy named Rex. It didn't offend me. Not at all. Unfortunately, the only available seat was next to Lilly in the third-to-last row.

Hastily making my way, I dropped my bag before settling in next to her. She allowed me to sit, but a disapproving gaze from someone in the second row caught my attention. As her head tilted back, throwing furrowed expressions my way, I quickly averted my gaze.

Throughout the lecture, she turned her head around multiple times, checking on me. Even the professor pointed her out for this distracting activity twice. The sixty minutes passed, leaving me with a lingering discomfort.

After the lecture concluded, the room fell into a pin-drop silence, the ominous calm before the storm. Not even the sound of someone breathing disturbed the stillness, and I awaited the impending storm, the tsunami that never arrived.

Another professor entered and delivered a lecture for another sixty minutes, followed by more silence. The loud thud of the bell finally broke the silence, announcing the recess. The room emptied as everyone left, their voices filling the air with shouts, laughter, chatter, and occasional fights. However, the two of us remained, and the silence returned, more horrifying than ever.

The quietness permeated my body, crawling on my heart, rendering my figure as crippled as a rotten rose. Seated in my position, she didn't turn her head during this interval. Summoning the courage, I approached her, sliding my hand onto her shoulders and giving it a gentle squeeze. Slowly, I turned her around, only to find her eyes ablaze with anger.

Fear gripped me. "What happened? Is everything alright?" I inquired, but she remained silent. I shook her shoulders gently, seeking answers.

"Leave me alone," she said, her voice cutting through the silence. "Go and enjoy your recess time with her. Don't come to me," she added, her frustration evident.

I couldn't help to control my laugh and burst out in some good fits of laughter.

My laughs added more fuel to her anger and then there's fire all around me.

"Oh, cool down. C'mon honey. No seat was empty. I was left with no other option." I tried to clear my position.

"You could have replaced your seats." She said.

"Yes but the professor was in the classroom. How could I dare to create disturbence like this. Do you think he would have allowed me to do so?" I asked her.

She didn't speak again.

But I could tell she was still burning like hell. And her flames took no time to reach me.

As she grabbed me by collar, and jerked me closer.

"How dare you?" She roared out.

"No, I didn't. It was just I had no other option. I swear. I wanted to sit with you."

"You're my darling how could I dare and wish to sit with anyone?" I said.

As I grasped on her fist tightened around my collar and loosened her grip. She was hard to fight with.

But I know the art.

I sneaked my hands under her shirt and glided it up, and up untill it reached the elastics of her bras stick to her body.

Slowly, I lift it up and grabbed on her fruits tightly packed.

As I curled my other hand around her neck and jerked her to my mouth. Without wasting any time I sealed her mouth with mine and pushed her body back on the bench.

She was laid on the wooden seat of the bench as I was on top of her. I squeezed her bosom to give her instant pleasure and kill the fire with the water of love.

I sucked on all her moans as she arced her back up. I kept on squeezed her boobs harder and circled my fingers around her teats, I could feel goose pimples popping up in her bosom.

I kissed her harder and suffocate her nearly to death when she pulled her off.

"You're very clever." She smirked.

Finally, the lava flowing in her eyes had been molten as I rested my forehead on hers and rubbed my nose with her.

"Don't get angry with me ever again. I can't afford to be away from you." I whispered.

She grabbed my hair in her fist as her hands snapped on my thigh. Tip toeing on it she reached the main point and played her favorite tunes on my instrument.

I couldn't help but swayed on her tunes, her tips rhythmically moving on my drum, putting pressure on parts that send the deepest pleasure all over to my body and kissed me hard in between the musical show she had been creating.

"I must say. You've excelled in this art." I whispered on her lips and pecked on them.

Beans arose and bursted in our own confined cells as our bodies were indulged in the sizzling games of pleasure and passion.

The recess time over as the bell rang once again, alot of students rushed back to classroom as I released her body and she mine but our mind were still entangled in the hottest desires of mingling with each other.

The ink in my pen dried as the early morning song sing their aubade. I tucked the pen in between the pages freshly baked with our brewing tale and marched toward the washroom to get ready for college.