Everything was happening so fast, skipping along at an inhuman speed. She collapsed onto my shoulders and laughed through her rooted, awkward feelings. My body and hers scraped to the point where we were on fire, rubbing like two separate, abstaining logs. The slow song had no handling with Iteni, nor me. Her wet, soapy, captivating hair chewed about my mouth as I told her to calm down. So much skin contact. I hated how crazy lusty she was.

The platonic galaxy could have had a big bang, however, we bounced up and down and up and down on the bed instead. I wanted to sleep—but she was singing—and my hands were my headrest.

She fell off the bed and I laughed at her as she collided onto me and we both rolled off—to the carpeted floor. She laughed—I cried dramatically against her happiness. She stared and smiled before the end of the song, and I grabbed her hair. Scream, yank, obsession, running, kitchen, falling, mocked—I passionately decreed,

What do you know about hate and love? standing somewhere in the home.

Cough cough. Come on Porma, you know. also standing, near me.

No, I don't.

Well, you did. with basic clothes on.

When? I never remembered.

She brought herself two inches away me. I lagged. Frozen by a human defect and leak in emotional reasoning, I turned myself into a two second difference from her. Fuck her and her speed. Running through tight corners upstairs, I struggled to keep my traction stable. It was not a breeze; it was like a gust. I hoped her undergarment was flying up.

There was nothing wrong. I knew because Iteni always had a dissecting look that could diagnose me instantly. Kind of cool.

Eyes, hers, looked interested—ly to me, fifteen feet down—the window next to the backdoor. Kitchen. I made like an underdog wrestler onto the green grass and stray leaves outside. She was stuck at the end of the backyard, blocked off by bushes and trees. I could read a mix of curiosity, patience, intentions, and judgment on her face. Her head was facing me with an open mouth, and without a strategy. Her waist was twisted, legs ready to run more. Somehow, she dared to stare at me.

Porma: What a pathetic joke.

Iteni stared at me, undisturbed by buzzing nor chirping. How dare she.

Porma, calm down.

I sprinted towards her, but I had that slight mental delay a woman gives when a man tries to do something that will alter their relationship. She ran adjacent to the edge—of—yard. By the time we reached the road, the rain was going. The clouds made it dark yet they teased light.

Running down the road as splashes threatened me and I could not even look ahead, I muttered quietly,

Damn her and her strange ways.

It can't be safe to be out here like this. When will I catch up to that sexy whoring bitch fucker slut.

My hair was damp, the moisture on my clothes was eerie, and I couldn't see. All of my nerves were on fire and alerted to this bullshit and the constant handicaps and discomfort and hopelessness. I can't, even, catch, up.

Porma: Stop GODDAMNNIT.

We nearly crashed into each other. She looked insanely graceful—fertile. Standing. On this wide, paved road lined with dead model houses, I felt their grayness. I started to lose my light and I ignored her on purpose. A mushy pile of clothing lied on the curb and Iteni looked to me expectedly. In the indescribable, dim light of the clouds and the sun, she gave a stern, sexy look. Her hair wrinkled down and around her head, sticking to her skin as drops traveled every body part she did not hide. She kept her arms at her side, and let the rain platter onto her head and on her clothes—her jeans, T-shirt, undies and socks. I followed her example and stood, facing as spiritual equals, together. I did not have an erection, but she still looked over for a split second. The chatter of rainfall did not cease, they danced along the pavement as I felt myself trying to shiver. But...she was making me blush.

She finally smiled.

Porma: What's so funny...

She turned to her side and down, almost hiding in her hand. The flopping hair did not help to improve my strength.

Sigh.

Hahaha.

I'm sorry, no, it's just, it's just that I can't believe you followed me.

I...I was worried for your safety, timidly.

Aren't you cold?

I waited and thought for a freezing second, No, why don't you tell me—I can't SEE in this shit.

She just stood there.

Porma: Why did you stop here anyways?

I didn't know it would rain.

Well....you're still dumb.

Oh, you big meanie.

You know, we're gonna get in trouble for this...

I thought you could have used another shower, you looked a little rushed earlier.

I kept my mouth closed.

You know, don't you.

Mmm...I don't claim to know or not know anything.

I gave her a frown, partially frustrated.

She looked down at my arm, then up, as if her head was her hand. Iteni: Come on, let's go walk. A shock rocked my spine.

I pause, No offense, but isn't this a little...unusual.

Iteni was already walking, but she turned around and looked at me, waiting. I stood fixed, unsure but of to follow her. The whole place felt dark and gray, but my butterflies wanted to fly. I nearly moaned, and cried out amid my pain. Something, some sense, made me not trust her. I wanted to cry, and join the legion of tears, falling down from the clouds. I looked down and wrapped my lips inside my mouth. Her face showed a tint of tangerine regret. My wet, cold fingers wrapped up together. I knew she was smiling, before I looked up.

My eyes closed and I treasured this moment.

Wonderful moment.

Iteni smiled at me, her glossy lips made me numb to the naked sensation of her wet face for a few seconds. Everything she did—I was amazingly calm. Just as if her hands glittering around, made me calm. I think as we faced each other, we put our hands on each other at the same time. She was absolutely lovely. Possibly temporary loveliness.

Sigh. I guess this is fun.

Iteni: Hey, buddy...

What, is it my sweetness?

Her eyes were gliding around me, up and down, Hey...

Bitch—ssshhh.....

Por-ma.

I looked up, in surprise. Almost. Hey blondie.

Pormaaaaa...lelelelele.

Wha, sleepy, oh. Heeeeey sexyyyyy.

Our faces beamed brightly with smiles. Sirens started blaring while we looked down the road. It stopped and we were coerced inside by medically suited androids.

The towels were red and dried us down as rough corner after sudden stop kept reminding us. Of what, I did not care.

We sat side by side, shoving each other around, bursting with pride. They took our vitals and the names and the address...there were no windows for us.

Gray must have turned to dark as we were pushed in and out of hospital offices. I knew deep down that it was hard for them to treat us like people. The best they could do was talk to us two kids.

Why trust the hospital? Neither of us had our wallets on us and we were too cheap and—

Iteni: Thppp-ppppp-ppppp! as a nurse tried to grab, touch and examine her in a bed, propped above the ground.

Female Doctor: Excuse me! Young lady!

Porma: Oh my god, I love you. in the same bed as her. Fuck work—

Iteni: I love you too.

Mmmm--mmpp---mm--mmmmmm! our lips rub maniacally—together.

The towels which bounded us, they just made me hornier. Whatever they were made of and from—they started to smell after 30 seconds.

Sitting on a bench in a hallway as we seesawed each other just simply began to tear at me, through my veins, muscles, arteries, organs. Just, scrape off a huge slice from my upper body, and I wouldn't have noticed.

The staff were done with us. Man, I don't know what's—

Iteni: Hey. close and direct to me.

What? We're almost outta here. walking down a large, white hallway.

Let's go in here.

Uhh.

The family restroom was kind of ironic, but I didn't want to fall over so I took after her hand—which grabbed onto me anyways. Oh damn, they're—

In a place where nothing is making sense, I barely registered her fingertips on my leg and my dick after she peeled off our towels. Standing inside the room, the fan was on and whirring all the other noises away. She spit on it once and spread her spit around it once as her inner mouth massaged my testicles. My mind was frozen, my eyes locked hard onto her face. Her eyes...were patient and soft. Her suction weaved between mushy and earnest tugging. She only adjusted her hair twice, but she fidgeted about 500 fuckworthy times—that stupid cunt. She kept kissing my head after taking 90-95% dick every time. Oh, she kissed all over it and I just forgot and went,

Ahh. AHHHH. Aaaaaahhh....ah.....ahem. Fucking....damn...oh.

The pacing was super, as if she knew the good times to excite me, maintain me, tease me. My emotions almost cried from the come suppression; I held onto her shoulders. Iteni nudged onto me and hugged me. Her eyes looked blank and straight, absent. My head tilted up, nearly fainted.

Sometime after, she held herself down for 30 seconds, the whole way down. My grunts grew, angry grunts. She did stop, and licked straight off the sides before she finalized on my head again. All she did, was suck that one part. What the fuck. She started moaning and gesturing her eyes to me. Her hand went up and fixed her forehead's hair while her other hand took my right one.

She stopped, and roughly sucked it to death. I lost my footing—and almost shoved the ready section into her mouth. Looking but facing to my hand, she twisted one hand around the main base and squeezed—while her mouth turned to tickle it. Following a pattern, she twisted and tickled but sucked, and stressed her forehead. Her head rotated from side to side, and the pure physical encouragement was just, too much. Most of it went in, but some hit the side of her lips. I closed my eyes. I really wanted a seat to rest on.

I tried to forget.

I hid my head.

Iteni: God, you take forever.

I opened back up. She smiled and got up, patting my shoulder.

I smiled back. I was happy.

Just, happy.

I stared and elevated my sense of living. Deep, wondrous brown pods, sticky, and muddy, soothed me. My hands extended to cradle her, but my arms shook. As they reached over, I retreated them—disgusted. Pondering in reflection was supposed to earn...sympathy. Instead, she wrapped back up and trounced out of the door. I used the sink, then left.

Amid a strong alcohol smell, I stopped in a chilly breeze. My glasses were fogged up to blindness. Standing naked just outside the hospital entrance, I just—

Porma: Oh shit, the towel.

Please, let this be a nightmare. I'd better clean my glasses.

A towel tickled around my waist. The security of her skin alarmed me like a shock of electricity. I gave up, wiping condensation away with my fingers. Her blurry, yellow figure was welcoming. The lack of privacy concerned me. I swear I FELT her smile shining at my cheek, as wind rippled my skin. Now her smile felt even worse.
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