Turn too Fast, and your Ass will Jiggle like you Never wanted it to
Most of the details have a fine layer of fuzz forming over them, even as I type. But what I do remember, I ache to record. And so here it is, the remnants of this morning's dream.
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It was a bright day, perfect for a picnic in the park. But the powers that be learnt something from man, and that was the humour to be found in ironic twists of fate. And so, they designated that today, we would have class.
Our university was state of the art. Half spheres served as the mode of elevatorial transportation, and many classes were held in the open, muted to the chaos outside by cushioned air waves.
The two of us, we went everywhere together. Just as we did today.
We were laughing as we became next in line for the half-sphere. A private joke, between you and I. As we boarded, we fell silent, comfortable in the silence of you and me.
Just like any other day, we expected to stop at the 15th floor. That was where we had always stopped, and we certainly weren't expecting what did happen. Because instead of stopping, we missed our stop.
Our half sphere smoothly glid past our usual resting place, gaining speed as it slid like a rollercoaster through the entire lecture building, through administration, out into the sports arena and back again. We were screaming our lungs out, and holding on for dear life. My hand held yours in shock, when a splash of water from the gardener's hose soaked us to the bone as we whizzed past him.
The technical side of campus finally clued into the situation, and slowly brought our joy-riding half sphere to a screeching halt on the asphalt. Some people helped us giddily step from the ball of hell, amongst them boys, that of course, immediately warmed to you.
As I sorted myself out, it became clear to me, that one of the boys was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I discovered to my horror that my clothes had become semi-transparent from the deluge of water. Another boy began looking where the first was, and my pubes began to feel altogether naked. To save face, I half-heartedly tried a sexy swat at their faces, and told them to bugger off.
Then I turned 180 faster than I ever have in my life, and hurried off to our dorm. But I guess the powers that be couldn't leave a joke unfinished. Throughout the air I heard whispers of "Did you see how her thighs jiggled with fat?" "Dude, did you check out how fat her pubes were?" "Eww, what's with the orange peel fat ass?"
That word. Fat. It resonated around me, pushing at me. Pulling at me.
I took the stairs, obviously avoiding another coaster experience. You, you weren't following me. After a while I spied you on the steps far below me, but you were not rushing after me, to save and comfort me. You were in your own world, walking your own slow pace.
You weren't coming after me.
-Jacqueline
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It was a bright day, perfect for a picnic in the park. But the powers that be learnt something from man, and that was the humour to be found in ironic twists of fate. And so, they designated that today, we would have class.
Our university was state of the art. Half spheres served as the mode of elevatorial transportation, and many classes were held in the open, muted to the chaos outside by cushioned air waves.
The two of us, we went everywhere together. Just as we did today.
We were laughing as we became next in line for the half-sphere. A private joke, between you and I. As we boarded, we fell silent, comfortable in the silence of you and me.
Just like any other day, we expected to stop at the 15th floor. That was where we had always stopped, and we certainly weren't expecting what did happen. Because instead of stopping, we missed our stop.
Our half sphere smoothly glid past our usual resting place, gaining speed as it slid like a rollercoaster through the entire lecture building, through administration, out into the sports arena and back again. We were screaming our lungs out, and holding on for dear life. My hand held yours in shock, when a splash of water from the gardener's hose soaked us to the bone as we whizzed past him.
The technical side of campus finally clued into the situation, and slowly brought our joy-riding half sphere to a screeching halt on the asphalt. Some people helped us giddily step from the ball of hell, amongst them boys, that of course, immediately warmed to you.
As I sorted myself out, it became clear to me, that one of the boys was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I discovered to my horror that my clothes had become semi-transparent from the deluge of water. Another boy began looking where the first was, and my pubes began to feel altogether naked. To save face, I half-heartedly tried a sexy swat at their faces, and told them to bugger off.
Then I turned 180 faster than I ever have in my life, and hurried off to our dorm. But I guess the powers that be couldn't leave a joke unfinished. Throughout the air I heard whispers of "Did you see how her thighs jiggled with fat?" "Dude, did you check out how fat her pubes were?" "Eww, what's with the orange peel fat ass?"
That word. Fat. It resonated around me, pushing at me. Pulling at me.
I took the stairs, obviously avoiding another coaster experience. You, you weren't following me. After a while I spied you on the steps far below me, but you were not rushing after me, to save and comfort me. You were in your own world, walking your own slow pace.
You weren't coming after me.
-Jacqueline
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