La India

My life had branched out into two different directions. I wasn’t even sure if they were connected. To the right were my days, my classes, and my occasional meetings in secret with Venecia. What happened that one day after school repeated itself in muggy hallways, stale broom closets, and the insufferable bathrooms. She had become fierce and vicious, no longer a delicate nymph. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but kiss her. She was getting frustrated.

One day we had managed to sneak into the library again and into the room of our first meeting. We were on the table when she pulled herself away furiously. She stood at least five feet away with tears in her eyes.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

I was stunned. No words came from my mouth. She stood there waiting for God knows what. Those ugly words had come from her miniature mouth with such force that I felt a slight ringing in my ear afterward. Was that bitterness I heard? I still didn’t move. It didn’t make sense to me. Before my thoughts had collected themselves, she began undressing. First was her blazer and blouse. Then, almost like she was afraid to continue, she timidly slipped off her skirt and shoes. I had lost my voice. She stood there in a bra, shorts required under the skirt, and knee high socks.

“Touch me," she said, softer now.

I held out my hand so she could come back to me. She smiled and wrapped herself in my arms. I felt her shiver. She continued undressing as I held her. I felt myself go numb when I no longer felt fabric on her skin. She put her hands on my face and whispered, “Close your eyes.” I put myself in the darkness behind my eyelids. Her feet shuffled back a few steps to where she had been before.

“Now, open them,” her whisper was the loudest sound in the room.

I obeyed and regretted it. She stood in front of me with nothing covering her, not even her hands. I looked away and told her to quickly put her clothes back on.

“Will you fuck me if they are on?”

Her child-like voice rang in my ears once again. I didn’t bother to answer. She stepped to me and stood at least three inches from my face. Her hand was placed over my chest now. It pushed me back lightly and she climbed on top of me. My face was still turned. She held my face to try to move it to look at her, but I didn’t want to. She kissed me hard but I didn’t kiss back. Her anger flared and she dismounted with too much hip action.

I wasn’t sure if that was her last attempt at seducing me with her body or if was by accident. She dressed quickly and stormed out into the hall. I stayed in the room until the bell rand. It woke my from my day dream. It had been so long since I had last thought of Manzanita.