I, the enchanter

in class...

 'Shinjini do you have two pens?'

 Shinjini turned back and gave me the pen she was using.

 

 S**t! the smell of her. A cold winter and hairs two inches from my writing hand. She is sitting on a bench leaning against my desk. This is a classroom and i am constantly smelling her. It's a subtle smell and i strain my nosetrils to smell more. Yes. Now her body is reacting to my body which is propped by my ankle and arched towards her mass of dark hair. She brings back her hand and scratches her back. she is almost aroused with itches from all corners of her body (imagined and unimagined). Her hand twists like a serpent making a curve, her body curves too, half-sways without metre. The smell is all/whole over. Now she is in despair. (She keeps knowing that i am right behind her). She has taken to the bench for respite--she has pressed herself to the bench's plank in despair.She stays in that position. She rises suddenly, unties her hairknot and shuffles it and ties it again. Her thumb always finds her back. She does other things too. Silence. Her back bumps against my desk. Small thuds. I want to hold her so damn tight and press out all scents her body can produce now that she is "knocking" against my desk. She won't need to breath. She won't be able to breath. Damn, there is a lump of emotions in my throat, my heart. My heart is throbbing bad. I am happy. She is still there inches from me... right here with me...and she is so alluring. You know that i had borrowed a pen from her. I will have to give it back and i am glad at the thought.

 

 Shinjini is from Gurgaon. She is a delhite bengali.

Reviews

[Amanda Lee/ Isolated Dr..]

This is fantastic; like being on the other side of the spectrum

[bOhEmIa (mahim)]

Nice encounter.