Young Lust

Darkness. A room. An open window. Moonlight. A silvery beam. A slight breeze. A bed in the far corner. Warmth.
A young man lies on the bed, eyes closed. He breathes deeply, and to the outside eye appears asleep. He looks calm.
Inside, He is churning. His mind, His thoughts, His very soul keep returning to one person: Her.
Who is She? He wonders. He answers Himself: She is everything. She is all. She is greater than Him, greater than the world, greater than God.
And He doesn\'t even know Her name.
She flashes, once again, across His mind. He can\'t sleep, for the imagery of Her. Her tall form. Her slender figure. Her long hair, brown with blonde streaks, caught in a ponytail. Her full lips. Her firm breasts. Her long legs. Her.
But there is only one part of Her that He is concerned with now. Her eyes. Beautiful. That is the only word for them. And it still isn\'t adequate. Deep pools of green, bright light blazing from within. Such small things, and yet so big they consume Him.
And He doesn\'t even know Her name.
He saw Her earlier today, in class. He was at the college, waiting to begin. And then She walked in. Her graceful, elegant gait immediately caught His eye. And then the rest of Her came into focus.
She walked in, oblivious to everything else. She looked around, a slight pout on Her luscious lips. Then She spotted a friend, and strode over.
He looked on as She swept past, and briefly, just briefly, He met Her eye. An instant that contained a lifetime. He was overpowered. His heart beat a thousand a minute. He struggled to smile, to overcome the freeze that His body had encountered.
And then She walked on by.
He curses Himself. Stupid. Didn\'t say \"Hi.\" Didn\'t even smile.
He turns over in the bed. The hundredth time He has done so. He is more awake now than ever. Adrenaline pumps from His kidneys. He feels it in his back, feels every heartbeat pump more and more useless energy down the backs of His legs. His arms are tense, so tense. His breathing is ragged, quaking. He feels sick and at the same time more alive than He has every felt.
Sweat trickles down the back of His neck. His hair is damp with it. He is nervous, and He doesn\'t know why.
He doesn\'t even know Her name.






Morning. Birds chirping. Sunlight through curtains. Another room. Another bed.
She turns over and strokes Brad\'s face. Brad mumbles and turns over. \"Mmmm...n\'yet. Wanna sleep.\"
She smiles, glowing internally. She is a woman now.
It is Her parents\' house. But Her parents are not there, now. They trust Her.
Naturally, She had wasted no time calling Brad the minute that Her parents were out the door.
She had been excited. So had Brad. Brad could cook. Very well. They had dined last night on French bread, Brie cheese, and leg of lamb. There was a Caesar salad on the side. Candlelight. The scent of spices mingling with the fine Cabernet that they sipped while gazing into each other\'s eyes.
She smiles at the memory. Smiles as She remembers them cuddling up on the couch while watching a romantic film on Her parents\' big-screen TV. Smiles as She recalls how they had passionately kissed, then gone upstairs to Her room.
She strokes Brad\'s arm. Such strong arms. Arms that had lifted and carried Her up the stairway, through Her door and into Her room. Such strong arms that yet had such a gentle touch.
She had never done it before. Never undressed a man, never felt the touch of a man, never made love to a man.
It hadn\'t been what she expected. In fact, it had hurt a little bit at first. She didn\'t mind, though. She had been caught up in the sensuality, the light moisture of Brad\'s lips, his soft moans, his climax. She remembers feeling the tenseness in his thighs, her own moisture inside, their heavy breathing steaming the windows.
She hadn\'t felt it. She remembers being a bit disappointed at the time, and laughs it away in her mind. Even if She never felt an orgasm in her life, it was worth it just to wake up next to a man.
No, She thinks. This man. He must be the one.
She notices the clock. 9:30. She has class in an hour.
It had been 1:00 in the morning before they had finished last night.
She slides out of bed and pulls a robe over her naked body. As She heads for the shower, She speaks. \"I\'ve gotta go soon, Brad.\"
\"Right, Scarlett,\" Brad mumbles as he rolls over again.








10:30. English class. The one where He saw Her yesterday.
His heart is pounding as He sits, expectantly waiting. He came prepared today. He would sit, looking relaxed, until She walked into the room. As She walked past, He would smile at Her, say \"Hi\" this time, and She would smile back.
He could see it so clearly. She would be immediately smitten with Him. She would initiate the conversation, and He would just take it from there.
She was late. The professor is already at the podium. He sighs. Maybe He\'ll just enact His plan tomorrow. In the meantime, He needs a pen and paper.
He suddenly realizes that, in the midst of all His plans concerning Her, He had left His backpack in His car! He hurriedly gets up and half-walks, half-jogs, out of the room.
He can\'t believe that He is so infatuated with a girl that He has forgotten His stuff. He resolves to pay more attention to what really matters in life and focus less on what\'s between His legs. He\'s managed to live as a virgin this long; He can live on a bit longer.
He is so caught up in his thoughts that He doesn\'t see Her until He runs into Her.
He resolves to pay less attention to what really matters in life and more attention on where He is going, especially if She is involved.
\"Whoa! I\'m...really, really sorry,\" He says, praying to God that She believes Him.
\"It\'s all right! I was in a hurry. I didn\'t see you.\"
Inwardly, He is disappointed. She didn\'t notice Him.
\"Well, OK. Um...what class are you going to?\" He asks, knowing the answer damn well.
\"Oh...English.\"
\"Really? That\'s my class too!\"
\"Then why are you running away from it?\"
\"Uh...\" He thinks really quickly, trying desperately to come up with an answer that\'s less lame than the truth.
He can\'t think of one. \"I...uh...forgot my stuff in my car.\"
\"Oh!\" She laughs. He turns red in the face. \"Don\'t worry, it happens to me all the time,\" She lies.
\"Really?\"
\"Yeah.\"
He\'s relieved. \"What\'s your name?\"
\"Scarlett. What\'s yours?\"
He sighes. He hates His name. \"Wilfred. Please, call me Will.\"
\"OK, Will,\" Scarlett says. \"I\'ve gotta get to class. You\'d better get your stuff.\"
Will had forgotten all about it. He is enchanted. \"Oh yeah. Well...see you around!\"
\"Yeah!\" Scarlett calls over her shoulder.
Will thought that it was a beautiful day in a beautiful world. Just beautiful.