Fantasy Flash Fic #3: Sexual
Facing front, my eyes catch the back of your head. Messy, short, I always wish to ruffle it like my brother’s. Not today.
Later, my gaze lingers on your profile, not handsome but memorable and able to invite the whole group in on how you feel. You make us laugh, a moment between one task and the next.
But today, my laughter flushes down to drain into a warm belly, clenching up. Down into tingling feet that wish to flee the scene.
Break’s over. My face masks that my mind has turned inwards to check. No – my opinion of you hasn’t changed. No flush of gibberish to mark a crush. Just a slow, low boiling I do not know.
We finish and I leave, analysing. Mild arousal, I guess. You, its cause.
Rough brick hugs my back in support when I lean against it. So, this is what it’s like. So, I can feel it towards an actual person.
I slap my heel against the wall, launching forward to clap my feet against the street, applauding the joyous occasion.
My mind clutches two new questions. What does this make me? What do I want? It rattles its new toys, but as yet, no answer follows.