He sat next to me in Computer Science every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The teacher would talk about loops and object oriented programming and all the while, half listening, he would be sitting next to me. Breathing. His presence was so entirely sexual, and I bet he didn't even know it. I'd get out of class and just be wet. Oh, Seth.
Fantasies and computer science became so inextricably tied in my mind that I'd get turned on just by reading the textbook. The sexual tension was so unbearable and so unbearably one-sided.
He wasn't, by normal objective means, especially handsome - he was almost slightly chubby, and his teeth were far from perfect... but something about him just oozed of sensuality. His presence was electrifying. We spoke, sometimes. It's the polite thing to do when you sit next to each other.
"Oh, I saw you at that party this weekend. Did you have a good time?"
Et cetera.
Our relationship was stuck at that. I pined after him.
In a fit of horniness, after looking at a bit too much pornography that afternoon, I got his screen name off the internet and messaged him "about a computer science problem." Our conversation drifted to music. He started talking about types of music I'd never heard of so passionately - it was hot.
One night, a local frat was holding a Porn Party in its lounge. Friends shows up and cuddled on cozy couches and floor pillows and watched "Deep Throat" and "Pirates" and laughed and pretended not to be turned on in the slightest.
Seth showed up.
I ignored him for about ten minutes, frozen. I found other friends and laughed and joked. I kept turning to look at him, my attraction magnified by the environment - so many people packed into the room, orgasms on the giant movie screen forming the background music.
When I couldn't bear it any longer, I resolved to make a move. I turned to walk over to him, finally.. and he was gone. Absolutely crestfallen, I turn to my two girl friends and let them console me. Because they're awesome, we went up to Chloe's room to have a mellow evening. Secretly, I was thrilled - Chloe lives on the same hall with Seth. I'd resolved to make a move on him... and even if that failed, at least maybe I'd see him walking to the bathroom. That's just how obsessed and incredibly drunkenly attracted to him I felt. Except I wasn't even drunk - entirely sober, actually. And yet still dizzy with attraction.
As we rounded the staircase to her hallway, I spotted a party down on the other end of the hall. I can't see who's there, but it looks like there's... a cake. Cake? Cake is ALWAYS good.
We walk down to the end of the hallway, and see the party is ending. Seth is there, chatting with a couple of people we're friendly with. We grab some cake (cake!) and somehow a whole group of us (my two girl friends, two guy friends, me, and Seth) wind up in Seth's room.
One of the guys is terribly, disastrously drunk. He is absolutely convinced that there's a fourth dimension, and that fourth dimension is the same one you get when you put two thumbs together and form that "hot dog" in the middle. After ranting about this supposed fourth dimension for a while and almost passing out, we get him to sleep.
We laugh, talk, have a good time. Somehow Seth is sitting next to me on the bed... his friend is on my other side. My entire body is on end, tingling. His body is so close. He is exuding sex. I look at him during conversation, but his eyes are so intense, and I can't take it and look away.
I brush my hair away from my face. When my arm comes back down, I feel the shock of skin touching skin. His arm is right there. I don't move my arm and let them touch each other. I smile and continue conversation normally, but my body is jumping, every nerve in my being feels excited. It is electric. I wonder if he feels it too. Am I just weird? Our skin is touching and my body is melting and I am trying to be normal.
Suddenly, our hands are grasping each other. We are holding hands - but no, not holding hands, something far more intense - it is hand sex. Our hands are wild, but limited to exploring just the other hand. Our hands tumble and touch and caress each other. I continue to joke about leafy plants, the random current topic of discussion. It looks entirely normal. Is it entirely normal? Is this hand sex? Am I just over interpreting? Oh my god, it is wildly hot and our hands are wild, barely moving from their circle with a four inch radius and yet going everywhere. I am entirely wet.
He continues talking normally as well. His voice is deep, sonorous. It awakens sensations in me. Leafy plants seem hilarious. No one seems to notice anything. Maybe it isn't anything. But my god, it feels like our hands are fucking wildly, passionately, without control.
The rest of us think it would be fantastic to watch a Bjork movie. Oh wait, it's 3 am, maybe it's too late to start one... in fact.. it's getting quite late. Our other guy friend leaves.
Chloe has to get her laundry. Our other girl friend joins her. They leave their stuff in the room, expecting to be right back.
How did Seth and I wind up alone?
"Leafy plants... heh..." I drift off. This is awkward.
He leans over me, his face close, his eyes looking straight into mine. He is breathing. How can anyone be this sensual? HIS FUCKING BREATHING IS INTENSE. And we are kissing and my body melts down onto the bed and now our hands are really everywhere. My hands are moving, clutching his clothes, his body, the blanket on the bed, his hair, whatever they can touch. Every sensation is magnified.
His tongue is in my mouth, playing with the roof, wrestling my own tongue. He bites my upper lip slightly. Our mouths are pressed so tightly together, moving so passionately and he grabs my hair. I am pressed down on the bed and his entire body is pressed against mine, clothed, but moving so passionately. My jeans-coated legs wrap around his body and we are kissing and it is electric.
We pause. His cheek rests against mine. It is soft and beautiful. I stroke his hair.
The intensity quickly resumes and hands are again everywhere. Mouths are pressed, tongues are touching and trying to become one, and my bra is being undone, and our shirts are flying off and onto the floor, smoothly, barely stopping our kissing but for the brief moment that the shirts are tossed over our heads.
My nipples harder than that time I put ice on my chest, our chests are pushed tightly against each other with him on top, my soft breasts being squished against his beautiful bare torso and feeling incredibly sensitive as our nipples brush against each other.
We come up for air again, and then I am kissing his neck, he is blowing warm air into my ear and biting the lobe, and it feels almost orgasmic and my pants are still on.
