Author S. K. Nicholas

It’s Saturday night, and the two of us are sat downtown in some bar. We got a taxi because of the rain, although we still got drenched while skipping down the street on the way to the cinema. Wearing black tights to show off her slender legs, every opportunity I got, my hands slid under her dress all the way to her hips. Sliding them in her panties, she whispered something in my ear and giggled, although I’m not sure what it was she said. For the most part, the movie passed in a blur, and after we had eaten in some noodle restaurant, we stumbled through market stalls and drunken students doing our best to avoid the endless downpour. Ordering drinks, we downed them feverishly and linked fingers over the table. In her gaze, I’m held captive, and when her eyes widen like a cat’s just before it’s about to pounce, I smile and take a photograph to capture such beauty I know will one day be lost. When I show her, she smiles back at me flashing those perfect white teeth. Such a heavenly smile. Such a sweet girl. There are no words between us, only the music of dead people neither of us knows. We speak through touch, and when we lean forwards and kiss, she leaves me paralysed. Her mouth tastes of snow, and as our tongues meet, I can feel myself growing so hard at the thought of taking her. A few weeks later I would drunkenly cheat at a party, and every time we’d subsequently be together, she would see the guilt in my eyes. Every time we embraced, she would sense nothing but shame.