She had her hands down my shirt and all I could think about was the fluid filling my knee caps... (long post) (1304 hits)
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Submitted by <hpark_28.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2003-11-23 15:06:21 EST
It was a late Friday night at the University; I have a presentation due on the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. It's 30 minutes long and I'm still working through the piles of research to prepare for it. I was sitting right here at this very computer with my trusty blue notebook laying haphazardly open and my last pen running quickly out of ink. Research articles were strewn about the ergonomic desk and the last morsels of water were slowly evaporating from my open cup.
Led Zeppelin was playing in my ears, I think it was "Candy Store Rock" you know the one that goes, "Oh baby baby, don't you want a man like me?" I was working feverishly, they kick us out at 11:00, to get my work done before it was time to go, I wouldn't be able to work on it Saturday seeing I had to go up to Croton-Harmon to visit my cousin. That's when I felt something on my neck.
It was a warm soft hand massaging my tense muscles, slowly but deliberately. Most of the people I know suck at giving massages and I usually decline but there is one person I know of who can do it well and that's Nancy. I looked up and there she was, he hair pulled back into a pony tail and her light blue angora sweater accentuating her voluptuous curves. I got up and went to pee.
I came back and she was sitting at my desk going through the chicken scratch that filled my blue notebook, she always enjoyed criticizing my work. I kneeled down behind her and put my head on her shoulder and started stacking up my articles, I doubted I would get any more reading done that night.
She asked me how my day was and we had the usual small talk and she started running her fingers through my hair and kneading the knots that had formed in the back of my neck. "Always tense." She said, in that provocative polish accent that I have come to love. She always says I'm tense, even when I think I'm relaxed she says it has to do with my lack of positive energy, I tell her it's because I sleep funny. She tells me that can't be true because I never sleep.
Her hands lift my heavy head from her soft sweet smelling shoulder and she tells me to turn around as she spins around in her chair. I manage to turn myself around, half asleep from her magical hands. I lean back and rest against her legs, she opens them a little and I slide to meet with the seat of the chair the warmth of her thighs close to my body. So I sit there on my knees with one of the most beautiful women I've ever had the pleasure of meeting sitting behind me massaging my shoulders and back.
She begins to rub my back through my shirt, sliding one hand under my shirt at first then another. It was a heavenly release to feel her hands melting away the stress that had accumulated throughout the day, everyone else had left the University and we were alone for a moment in our own world. Suddenly there was pain.
It started out slow, a aching, like a small leak in a hastily constructed dam. One of many, but this one was different. It wasn't coming from my neck or shoulder or back, no this was a more insidious pain. I could feel my knees, I could feel them getting heavy, and it was like someone was pouring hot water down my thighs with tiny icicles. Then it began to take on a more shooting pain, like a ice pick being shoved under my knee cap and pried up, letting the hot icy water into my knees filling the once empty space.
God it hurt.
Suddenly I felt a finger on my nipple, it was strange like a life line pulling me from the depths of hell back to heaven, I forgot about my knees for a moment. She had her head rested on my shoulder she had let her hair down and it was tickling my cheek. She was saying something, maybe it was Polish, maybe not, and she knows I can't speak Polish why would she say something in Polish? Well, in honesty, it has never stopped her before. Maybe it was the pain, I felt it pulling me back, like a barbed chain wrapped around my knees tugging me back into the abyss.
It was like white lightning filling my brain, slicing it open with its burning hot bolts of energy, layer by layer, burning, and pain, it felt like melting. She had stopped talking. Did I miss something? What had I missed? She looked angry. Damn those Polish tempers.
She stood up and told me she had to go. I was confused, I didn't know what was going on, the men in my brain were holding an immediate conference to work damage control.
"Do you want me to walk you to the subway?"
"No, you get back to work I can tell you are distracted." She said picking up her bag and putting her hair back up.
"But..." was all I could muster while trying to stand up, I failed miserably.
"Call me later." And then she was gone. I sat there for a moment on my knees, my burning knees, I hated my knees at that moment, damn you for being so weak I said. It was over; I sat back down in my chair and started sorting through my articles, starting up my music once again. "Strawberry fields" was playing, it was a good song.
I couldn't believe she had her hands down my shirt and all I could think about was the fluid filling my knees.
It is a harsh world we live in.
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Submitted by grandturismo (user info) at 2005-03-15 07:57:12 EST (#)
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Submitted by thricepalermo (user info) at 2004-11-02 00:56:38 EST (#)
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Pretty good.
Submitted by KoolMang (user info) at 2004-07-21 23:39:40 EDT (#)
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Wow, you got laid? I didn't know gooks could get any.
Submitted by Zeccs (user info) at 2003-11-23 15:45:22 EST (#)
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Wasnt that bad.
Submitted by hidden101 (user info) at 2003-11-23 15:43:04 EST (#)
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i've been there, brother.
my knee healed, but my pride never did.
Submitted by hcp28 (user info) at 2003-11-23 15:34:46 EST (#)
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I always enjoy reviews from morons thanks!
+2 for me because I thought it was one of my better posts.
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2003-11-23 15:25:51 EST (#)
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how shitty and pointless is this post??