“I’ll go ahead with the reading,” said one of the girls.
“Chapter seven. The object of desire: shedding light to psychological phenomenon,” read the girl. Angelo’s fingers had trailed down to my crotch, scissoring between my panties. I almost panicked.
“Is something wrong Claire?” she asked raising an eyebrow.
“No nothing is wrong. So what about this object desire... uh... object does... uh psychology light…” I said trying to contain the air that was forming on my throat. Angelo stroked the sensitive shaft that crowned my fleshy lips.
“Claire?” she asked. I was trying my hardest not to show any pleasure from the rubbing of my center.
“Oh yes. Please continue reading. This is really interesting.” I said clenching my teeth. Moistness drenching my insides.
“Ok. The study on the hippocampus on the region of the brain suggest evidences that while our mind may experience desire, desire itself as a subject is multi-dimensional. We are what we desire. There is truth in this saying according to research…”
While she read the passage I tried my best to contain the fiery sensation that was engulfing me from the insides. While I writhed my legs, closing my center, Angelo looked as stolid as ever. He sat upright looking back at the ladies, who had no inkling of the mischief that he was doing underneath the table. He pressed on the most sensitive part. That nub. That button.
The pressure sent a hot electric shiver that coursed through my body. My toes curled. I could feel the wall of pleasure breaching.
“And what do you think of the Angelo, curious on what a guy would think?”
Their silence snapped my attention back to the room. They were all glaring at Angelo. Some of the girls continued to twirl their hair. Most had their heads propped by hand on their chin. Angelo looked at them head-on. He was at an expert at this.
“Well I think desire…” he started. The three girls nodded the heads as if begging him to continue. “We choose what we desire. What is beautiful in the outside may not be beautiful in the inside. So our minds will always try to rationalize. But we do not choose this. It comes from our soul. So if you desire something you should do whatever it takes to get it. That is your passion... and ummm… and your love.” He looked at me before he finished the sentence but my eyes had darted to the corner wall.
“That was beautiful Angelo” she said. “I really like that.”
Of course she likes that. She’d like whatever comes out of his mouth. But I was being jealous. A smile formed in my mind when I realized that these girls all wanted Angelo. Every single of one of them. Their eyes practically screamed it. But it wasn’t them that he desired. He desired me. And his desire for me was now unleashing between my legs. My skin grew warm. Breathing turned to silent rasps. His finger had been penetrating me building me to a state of fulfillment.
“I like your eyes...” one of the girls said peering into him.
“Oh thank you.” He said. He was a master of this.
A single wave formed around me. Toes curled further, extending to their limit. The flood gates broke. My body shivered as I reached a crescendo. I grabbed on to the table’s edge.
“Ngghhh”
But they were all too transfixed on him to notice me. Electric bursts of splendor shot through my spine. Pulsating waves of pleasure consumed me. He was really good with that. Really good.
At the end of my climax, I found myself sitting up stiff. Gasping of completion.
“Are you sure you’re ok Claire?”
I slumped over the table. Exhausted. Waving my hand in the air. “I’m fine”
***
Crossing my arms glaring at the road, I didn’t say a single word to Angelo. I mean how could I? What if we were caught? Then I’ll never be able to show my face in class again.
“Lighten up,” he said as he elbowed me. I shot daggers at him.
“It’s not like you didn’t like it anyways.” He said returning his muscular arms to the steering wheel.
“That was stupid.” I pouted. I still can’t help feeling that those girls probably deserved him more than me.
“You still can’t believe we got away with that. Especially, with all those girls!” chuckling he said.
“I admit. It was kinda funny. And exhilarating. I mean those girls were clueless about us.” Damn it. Why did I say ‘us’? Stupid stupid stupid.
“Hmm. Yeah. That was funny.” He kept his eye on the road. “But that psychology thing was interesting. You know, that thing about desire.”
Here it comes. How he’ll let me know his thoughts of desire. I know he desired me. I’ve known that since middle school. I just don’t understand the reason why. I mean I was chubby girl. I shouldn’t be going out with someone like him.
“I don’t want to hear it.” I said looking away.
“Of course you don’t. I’ve been telling you since we were kids. But you just don’t want to listen to it. You should spend more time on your psychology book and maybe you’ll understand – how it is to desire something.” He said shaking his heavy arms on the steering wheel.
“Yeah. Well you’re just blind.” I said crossing my eyes.
“Hey! I don’t want to hear you talking like that. You’re beautiful, got that? Beautiful.”
I smiled inside. There was no shortage of being called beautiful, especially when I’m near Angelo. The only time I would hear it. I sighed. “Ok, whatever you say.”
“Speaking of which, don’t you need some more supplies to help you study for finals? I know just the solution.” He veered the car to take the exit freeway. “Snack shopping?”
He knew exactly how to cheer me up. Peeling on the grocery, like we’ve done countless times. We’d load our baskets full of snacks. Now that the parentals were on vacation, they’d been extra generous in funding our sprees. It was the perfect time to shop, right before the busy hour.
We could have barely fit what we had bought in the trunk.
“Dang it!” I yelped.
“What is it?” he asked in a concerned tone.
“I forget to get rocktarts. Damn.”
“Oh don’t worry about it. I’ll go run up and get them for you. I know how much you like them. Just wait here in the car.”
Almost half an hour or so passed. I grew impatient. Stepping out the car, I inhaled the crisp of air. The sun had already set and replacing it was the silhouette of a full moon.
“Hello there young lady,” said a figure that approached the car. And I thought Angelo was tall. This guy was a tall, muscular, and rough-handsome looking guy. “Hello.” I said observing how he had his palms towards me as if to signal that he was not threatening.
“What’s a cute girl like you doing here by yourself?” he said as he stepped towards me. He had a Mowak like hair. He was even bigger, wider than Angelo. He flash a smile, and I swore, his teeth seemed sharper than what they needed to be.
“Ummm... cute girl?” I said as I leaned towards the car.
He laughed and rested his weight on the car with me. “Yeah, cute, pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t be in a parking lot. Lots of creeps around here you know?” he said pointing at himself but beaming an ironic smile.
“Yeah... “ I laughed a forced laugh.
“Who are you waiting for?” He said. “Boyfriend?”
“No. Ummm. Just waiting for a friend.” I said as I looked towards the grocery. Rush hour was definitely here. I saw long lines in the cashier.
“That’s code word for boyfriend right?” he said. I thought that was a rather forward statement. I blushed.
He touched me in my shoulder. “Hey a cute girl like yourself, definitely has a boyfriend; no need to hide it.”
“I do not!” I yelped. He grinned.
“Well... “ he inched closer to me, then putting his arm around me. I blushed some more. “I think a cute girl like will get snatched off the market real soon, so I’ll take my chances of being your boyfriend – is that ok?”
This guy
was ballsy. I have to give him credit for that. But I thought the scenario was rather funny. It was odd. Like, it felt I stepped into another world. I was about to reply but Angelo got back with some rocktards in a brown bag.
Immediately, I felt the aura burn between them. It was a primal energy that radiated in circles towards each other, with me standing where they coalesced. This dark aura swept through my core. These two did not like each other and that was putting it mildly.
“Should we be going Claire?” growled Angelo. The brown paper bag crinkled in his hand.
The stranger laughed. Then crossed his arms around his chest shifting his weight as though trying to measure Angelo.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just small talking with this man. You took forever!” I exclaimed trying to change the topic.
“The names Oliver. Nice to meet you?” He said with a wide grin on his face. He stepped forward towards Angelo extending his arm. I could feel as though lightning crackled through the air between the two.
Angelo nodded in disdain. Oliver withdrew his hand. Oh shit. What the hell was this about?
Oliver stepped back besides me and put his arm around me. “We’re just talking. You see?”
I swear I could heard an intense growl stemming from Angelo’s stomach. A blue flash of light streaked in his eye. I stepped out his embrace and headed towards Angelo.
“C’mon Angelo. Let’s go. I need to be studying remember?” I said.
“So it’s Angelo” scoffed Oliver. “Like an Angel.”
“That would be right. Is there a problem?” grimaced Angelo. His facial muscles tightened.
“Do you have a pack?” Oliver asked, rotating his shoulder cuffs, as if showing off his bulk.
What pack? Like a wolf pack? What the hell..
Angelo clenched his fist. And did the exact same shoulder rotation as the other big guy.
“I don’t need a pack. This is my territory. It had been mine for years. Unless you want to challenge that.”
“Heh” Oliver smirked crunching his fists so that the bones crackled. “No pack? It just won’t be a challenge.”
“Maybe.” Said Angelo. “But I’ll still meet that challenge.”
“You mean you would challenge a whole pack?” the big guy said stunned.
“If I have to.” Angelo said with his nostrils flaring. I felt the dark aura intensifying as though electric arcs emanated from their muscular bodies. I shivered.
“We really need to go Angelo.” I said to diffuse the situation.
“Going? Is she your mate?” Oliver growled.
“She’s mine.” Angelo stepped in closer to me and crossed his arms around me. I stepped out of it.
“It doesn’t seem like it.” The bigger of the two threateningly said.
“She’s been claimed. Claire. Get in the car.”
I looked at Oliver’s eyes for a second, there was something like a malignant rage that shone through his eyes. His jet black hair Mohawk seemed to elongate. Getting in the car, I couldn’t help but peer at the two of them. They exchanged some words but I couldn’t hear much. It almost felt like they were speaking in a different language, almost a different tongue.
When it was over Angelo got in the driver seat. He seemed very worked out. Sweat rolled down his foreheads. His seemed to stiffen. The tires peeled off the parking lot as soon as he stepped on the gas pedal. We didn’t say an entire word until we pulled in front of our house.
“I don’t understand what happened Angelo.” I said after the engine turned silent.
“There’s nothing to understand. You need to stay away from that guy Claire.” His eyes still transfixed still to the steering wheel as though his mind was still running.
“But I don’t understand?” I asked.
“Damn it Claire!” he snapped. “Just do what I say!”
“No! Was it because he liked me? Was it because he was flirting with me?”
He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. “It’s because he’s a damn creep. That’s why. So just do what I said and stay the hell away from him.”
I crossed my arms. Then collected my things, grabbing my stuff. “Fine!” I said before slamming the door on him.
I hurried up to my room. I was mad. Who was he to tell me who I can’t see? Does he think I belong to him? There was a man who was flirting me. That doesn’t happen very often. I mean it hasn’t even happen at all. Was it a joke? I can’t shake the feeling that maybe it wasn’t. It’s not like I was very experienced in this, and I thought I would have learned a thing or two from Oliver.
The bathroom door slammed when I entered it. The hot water slithered down my curvaceous body. The shower soothed my nerves bringing me to a state of calm. I dried my hair in front of the mirror. Looking at myself I smiled. A tingling sensation knotted my tummy. There were two guys that fought over me today.
I wrapped the towel around me and went to bed. Thinking back about Oliver and Angelo. I wondered if I was even worth fighting for.
Knock knock
“Damn it. I’m sleeping already, come back tomorrow.” My cry for privacy was ignored. Angelo entered the room and I could feel that something was wrong with him.
“What’s wrong” I asked.
He didn’t say a word. Instead he crawled into my bed. And snuck under the covers. The warmth of his body radiated through the comforter and to my body.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Again, he didn’t say a word.
“OK... “ so I snuggled protected by his warmth. He faced towards my back. I could feel the steely warmth of the hardness of his chest delighting my back, like the roaring of a great fire. I smiled. In the warmth of his back, spooning me, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
***
Right after class, a full moon washed over an empty parking lot. I was standing alone holding a big paper bag containing my snacks. The crunching of the bag reflected my growing worry. From the distance, I saw a figure approach me. The outline of its shadow descended towards me.
“Who is it?” but the figure didn’t reply. It was wearing a hoodie to cover his face. The brown bag crinkled more with my growing anticipation.
When it neared me I trailed the face of the man. But his face was hidden by his hoodie. Once he removed it, a sprightly Mohawk appeared. It was Oliver. He grinned, showing those sharp teeth of his. Approaching me he put his around me and kissed me on the lips. Wait, what was going on?
I pushed him away, wiping my mouth, when I heard the peeling of tires. From the edge of the parking lot there was the bright beam of a car. The humming of the engine roared, propelling the car to dart across the parking lot. It shot through the lot nearing our side then it down shifted and drifted completing a full one hundred and eighty turn before it stopped -- headlights blaring at me.
A figure stepped out the car. I couldn’t see much. The light blinded me. But when it neared I saw the outline of Angelo. But he wasn’t alone. With him were three other girls. The girls on my study session. They looked at me with judging eyes.
“Angelo?” I called out. Surely he was here to save me like he always had. But he didn’t move. A girl twirled her hair as he hung on Angelo’s chest. Oliver saw them. He grinned and ran towards them. Another girl embraced him.
Then in an instant they turned their back towards me. “Wait where are you guys going? Don’t leave me here.”
But the black of the outline disappeared to the bright light. I clutched my bag tightly. A tear rolled down my cheek as I peered into the light.
***
The sun hit my eye as I realized I was just dreaming. Psychology states that dreams are a reflection of our subconscious – both our desires and the fears we have bottled deep inside of us. What could my dream mean?
But I got more things to worry about. It was the weekend before finals week and I had a lot of studying left to do. Good thing the parentals were still away on vacation.
I got up and stretched. Angelo had already left, most probably to the gym or
running across the block. The weekend was rather uneventful, except that Angelo was acting a little bit distant. I mean while I cracked a book after book he seemed to be doing an exorbitant amount of pushups, sit-ups, coupled with shadow boxing. It felt like he was preparing for war.
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