Note: Wrote this as a fun experiment. It'll take a while to get to the erotic stuff. Feedback is welcome.
The opening piano notes twinkled in to break the silence of the smoke-filled room, dimly lit by purple LEDs. There were scraps of paper stuck to the wall with lyrics typed on with an old Olivetti that sat on the dusty table in the corner. There was no bed, only a mattress awkwardly placed, with a printed sheet on it featuring little fish floating. Feeling the stale air, they lay naked on the unaware fish, watching the trails of smoke go up from the cigarette, dissipating onto the lights diffusing it. He turned to face her, and his hand reached between her legs, and quietly rested there. She turned as well, her middle slowly deepening against his hand, and they quietly stared into each other's eyes.
"I love this stupid song so much." he said, as renowned actor Jason Schwartzman started playing the drums.
"It's a nice song." she said, and the piano came back in.
They both realized in slow motion that they had nothing to say to each other anymore.
The morning they met, he had woken up with a moment of fear. He had dreamed the night before of being with a beautiful woman, as he often did, whose face he could not remember, but she was most certainly a woman, her thin arms laid bare in the sun, the slight hair on them shining golden, her hair long and flowing like a lion's mane, and her neck so soft and long that his would slide down them for eternity, always at the edge of meeting her flushed chest. He woke up afraid because he was aroused and hard and he thought he was still home and someone would see him like that.
He paused and looked around the room before going back to sleep, only to be kicked awake seconds later by his roommate. "Oi wanker! It's 6:30, we've got to go."
He rolled around in bed, eyes opened just a slit, "Go sit on a flagpole." he mumbled through the pillow. His roommate jumped on him and started roughing him up until he finally awoke with a jolt, filled with momentous rage and an urge to set fire to his roommate. The obligatory morning routine however, calmed him down a bit, especially the cold shower, with water painfully warming up against his skin, racing down his back and up his butt, collecting on his taint and finally going down his thighs ending up in between his toes. He closed his eyes, and tried to return to his dream against the white noise of falling water. His hand inadvertently reach downwards, his fingers racing through the bush to reach the thick veined skin, slowly caressing it. She was right around the corner, he could see her luminosity overflowing. Then some water went up his nose, and he quickly spanned out of it. "Get a hold of yourself man." he whispered to himself.
"Do we have to go on this thing man? It's the weekend, and I really just want to relax." he asked, lazily drying himself.
"We don't have to do anything, but you haven't been out of the house for a week, and a hike up in mother nature's bosom will do you some good. Better than relaxing by yourself at home."
"Well some of us have to relax by ourselves because some of us aren't in hyper-saccharine freaky relationships like you."
"Dude, that's just what a relationship is. It's your life that's so dull that watching a snail crawling seems orgasmic."
"When have you seen an actual snail crawl?"
"When I go on hikes, like today. Plus Mila's bringing her friend remember?"
"You say that like you expect me to do something about it."
"Certainly wouldn't hurt to try. And don't tell me you aren't starved."
"It's not up to me. The most I can do is tell weird animal facts."
His roommate sighed.
The sky was gradient, reluctant to let the morning light come, and a wet breeze ran throughout the land, sending shivers up his spine. Even though he wore a sweater and a jacket, their warmth did little to battle the biting cold of the morning. His nose felt soft and limp and he hated waiting at the foothills for Mila to arrive with this mystery friend. For a moment his mind hopelessly wandered, as all wanton minds do, into the possibility that this might actually be an important day in his life. He pictured Mila's car, and stepping out of it the same luminous woman, a genial smile on her face, blossoming at the sight of him, because she saw the same luminosity in him. He wondered about her touch, her voice, her warm breath on his skin, her delicate fingers holding him, her pure unfazed eyes curing him of all sadness. All this made him feel an unnatural warmth, growing from his centre and moving all over the place. He rubbed his legs tight together in an effort to quell his random spike of thirst, and closed his eyes to think about something else, anything other than her.
He finally opened his eyes when he heard Mila's voice, her sweet innocent voice, calling out to his roommate. He looked at her as she wrapped herself around him and gave him the longest of kisses, her hands clutching his roommate's jacket tightly, and her eyebrows slightly quivering with pleasure. He liked Mila, and when she hugged him after, he could inadvertently smell her scent, made so strong by the act of love she had just performed. It made him feel awkward and stunned, because he loved his roommate, his best friend, and so feeling this way always made him resistant to hang out with them. It wasn't until she let go of him, that he noticed in the corner of his eye, an immense shroud, a dark and deafening wonderful void of a figure that had suddenly creeped up on him, making his heart skip a beat.
"Hey." she said in the most resigned of tones, almost too resigned.
His head whipped involuntary, and it took him a good few seconds to process what he was looking at. She was dressed in an oversized grey t-shirt with hieroglyphs on it, tucked inside black shorts, and black buckle belt high tops with a white base. Her skin was olive brown, tiny follicles standing at attention in the cold, and her head looked like it had been shaved only a week ago. Her face was calm and cold, and he caught a glimpse of her braces. There seemed to be a darkness around her, a presence that invoked the same fear he felt when he woke up this morning.
"Hi-i." he said choking on the last syllable. His roommate rolled his eyes, and Mila seemed completely oblivious.
She simply walked past him and started up the hill with Mila. His roommate came up to him and put an arm around him, "Come on buddy, you're hopeless."
"What made you guys think she was anything like my type?"
"Well, she's weird, bored, and a loner like you. You guys are perfect for each other."
"I'm not-"
"Who are you trying to fool man? You're the human equivalent of spoilt milk at this point. The best thing you can do at this point is turn into cheese."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You'll understand someday." And he ran to catch up with Mila. Seeing them get all cozy and handsy with each other during the hike, she inevitably slowed down and he was able to catch up with her.
They walked quietly for a while, listening to the rustling grass, the sloshing sound of the mud they stepped in, and the birds making their early morning announcements. She spotted one such bird going on non-stop on top of a bush. She observed him for a second, and then heard, "He's doing a mating call I believe."
"How do you know it's a male?" she snapped at him quietly.
