I’m so ready to go back home. I’m really fucking tired.
God, I knew it was a bad idea to go drinking
last night. I didn’t get a hang-over or any fucking sleep.
And I just got on the shuttle and I found a random seat.
I might be a little late for class, but only a few minutes
at the most. So the worst is that I’ll just miss the beginning.
There’s a girl that I saw in the crowd. She caught my eye.
There’s something strange about her. For some reason
I can’t get her off my mind.
Ok, she just sat in her seat. That cute girl right across from me,
I think I’ve seen her once before but I’m not sure exactly
where. Oh yeah! It was two days ago. She came in after I did
like she did today. Is this coincidence or did she plan it?
I think she might be Indian. Her skin is brown; her cheekbones sit real high.
She has on a lot of make-up. Her face looks white.
I think that when I saw her last she had on cut-off shorts.
But today she has a mini-skirt on. Skinny legs, of course!
And although I think she’s cute and all, she’s really not my type.
No, I’d prefer a bigger woman. No, she’s not the kind I like.
I’d prefer a bigger woman with a fuller face and wider hips
and fuller thighs. And then throw in a nice big pair of tits?
Now you’re talking! Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Shit! My
fucking phone’s vibrating. Let me go take a look
and see who’s got something to say.
It’s nothing, just some emails and Facebook notifications.
Man, this shit is fucking lame right now. It’s all the same shit…
HEY! What the fuck was that? Did I see what I think I fucking saw?
Let me check again. Oh Jesus Christ! Lord, I can see her drawers.
God! She knows she’s got a skirt on, and a mini one at that.
How’s she going to open up her legs and just show me
her snatch? Turn your head! Don’t fucking look!
She’s wearing small peach-coloured panties. I did not
intend to see that shit. It all happened by chance.
This is awkward, man. And I can’t turn my head.
When I do, I get a view of what she has between her legs.
Maybe she’s not aware. But wait! She has to be!
No woman just sits down and opens up her legs so casually.
There must be some witchcraft involved. It’s odd that she
would flash me just like this. Wait a fucking minute!
Could it be that this girl likes this shit? I bet she does!
Just look at her there texting on her phone, acting like
she doesn’t have a clue. She knows she’s not alone.
And she sees me sitting over here. I’m not
fucking invisible. People who do shit like this for
attention are despicable. She’s fighting with her headphones now.
They’re all tangled and knotted. Shit! I bet she does
this kind of shit because she thinks it’s hot to just go
flashing random strangers. Who meets people that way?
It’s not like I’m going to start a conversation with her
pussy in my face like this. I can’t deal with this fucking
shit. Let me check my fucking phone and pick my eyes up
off the floor. I’ve been staring at it long enough. I might as well
look up now. What the fuck?!? She’s looking at me now!
Staring at me…smiling. And her panties are still visible.
I see it in her eyes that she’s enjoying this.
She knows I saw her panties. Now she’s laughing.
Wait! It’s not just a laugh. She’s getting louder.
Now, she’s fucking cackling!
“Did you like to see my panties? Should I pull them
to side so you can see my lovely pussy?
It’s such a sight for the eyes!”
What the fuck is going on now? Why is no one
else reacting? Does no one fucking hear this shit?
I look around then back at her.
“Don’t worry about them. They can’t hear a fucking
word I say. No one can see us talking. There’s no need
to look away. I know you want to see my pussy.
I can hear your thoughts. I know you think that I’m really
too thin. But then I also know your cock is throbbing
in your pants. The moment that you caught a glimpse
between my legs, visions of being in between them
danced within your head. Don’t be shy. I think I like
you. Don’t deny that you like me. Take a look between
my legs again and tell me what you see.”
I try to fight the urge, but something’s pulling my
attention. It’s calling me to take a peek. It’s literally
begging. And it’s getting louder. I can feel it filling up
my mind. My thoughts are overcome and I’m doing my best.
I’m trying not to look. I close my eyes and then I hear
her fucking laughing. “You can fight me all you want,
but I promise that you won’t win. You men are weak.
You act like you don’t want it…you don’t need it. But
I know that you’re just dying to be all up in between
my thighs. I know you can’t resist the feeling, so don’t even
try. Open up your eyes and take a peek. It’ll be worth your while…”
She keeps talking. The voices in my head are getting louder. It’s really
hard to not give in. Oh my God! And now, I feel a wetness
building underneath my nose. I put my fingers to it.
Then I open up my eyes to see the colour of the fluid.
It’s a blackish red. My nose is bleeding. She’s still
fucking laughing. I look up and glance between her legs.
I think I’m going mad. I see maggots crawling all about,
dripping down from her seat on to the floor. Her legs are
wide open, and then she starts to bleed. Her blood is the
same shade as what’s flowing from my nose. The maggots are
crawling on the floor and mixing with the flow
of blood. “Keep looking, you sick bastard. I knew that you
couldn’t fight it. I know all about you men. You’re all
so weak. Don’t you deny it. So now why don’t you
get on your knees? Crawl over to my pussy. Wipe away
the blood and maggots and give it a little kiss. You sick,
demented puppy. Get down on your knees right now!
Don’t you ever disobey when I speak to you!” The sound
of her voice has changed. I swear to God, she sounds
just like a demon. There’s still voices shouting in my head
and my nose is still bleeding. Then something compels me
to stand. I rise out of my seat. “Now my sad pathetic
pussy-puppy, get down on your knees!” I collapse
to the floor. I know it’s steel coated with a sheet of
rubber. I can feel the metal underneath. “Now come
on over, lover.” I pitch forward on my hands and her pussy
is within reach. My palms are caked with blood. I feel the
maggots underneath. My eyes are getting cloudy now. I think
they might be bleeding. I’m not sure because there isn’t any
pain. The only feeling is the throbbing in my knees from when
I dropped down to the floor. “That’s right, keep coming baby.
Come forward a little more.” I swear it’s like she’s giving birth
to an endless stream of maggots all while simultaneously having
a separate miscarriage. Even though I try to fight it, my body
will not comply. And all too suddenly, her pussy is at level with
my eyes. “That’s right, baby. Pucker up and get ready to get a
kiss. Tell me how it feels to have my blood and maggots on your
lips.” I feel myself thrust forward and the moment my lips touch,
the bus pulls to a sudden stop and my eyes open up. I must have
dozed off sometime shortly after I sat down. I clean my eyes and
wipe my mouth, and then I look around. “This is Langdale Hall.
For everyone getting ready to leave, check your seats for your
wallets and your cellphone and your keys.” The driver opens up the
door and the other start to leave. I’m not sure of what was going on.
Was that shit just a dream? I’m still a little startled
and I’m not sure what to think. When I look over at that chick again,
she smiles at me and winks. A chill runs through my body and I hear
her voice inside my head. “Too bad we had to cut this short my special
sexy friend. But I like you, so we’ll play again. You will see more
of me either somewhere here on campus, or at night when you’re asleep.
I own you now, my pretty thing. I own those sexy lips. You should
really wipe your nose because some blood’s about to drip.” I
wipe my nose and notice the bright redness on my palm. “See you,
lover.” She walks off the bus and quickly disappears into the crowd
of other students on the sidewalk. As the icy grip of fear grabs hold,
I don’t know what to do. I start to shiver. I pick up my bag, walk off
the bus. Could this just be the liquor that I drank last night? I’m not
sure, but I quickly head to class. I need to figure something out.
Along the way, I wipe my nose as drops of blood fall to the ground.