Emmanuelle 8 (part three)

Saturday, June 5, 2021

I watched Emmanuelle and the other girl as they do their dance on my bed, and I sat aside as I'm an audience of one. I felt awkward not having a drink or even a smoke, but I gave that up some months ago. I was primarily concerned about tobacco staining my teeth, and even worse, my breath.

I had a girlfriend; no, I should say just a friend. She liked to make out with me during class periods. We had a spot behind the gym building on the girl's side. I remember her tongue taste of cigarettes, and I was not too fond of the taste or scent. Still, I couldn't refuse an invite for physical activity with a good friend at that age. What I learned later was that she arranged for her girlfriends to watch us from the inside of the gym. To be honest, I had the fantasy of being watched in doing such activity, but still, I was surprised that this happened. I knew these girls from various classes, and they would smirk at me, and now, I know why.

Emmanuelle is on her back, and her friend is hovering over her body, going slowly to a specific area. Where I was sitting from, I can reach the window and push it open to get fresh air in the room. Not sure if it is due to the action taking place in front of me, or I'm not used to the weather here in Bangkok. It seems the night even becomes more sweaty, unbearable, and insects fly in and out of the room. Damn, I wish I have a beer now.

When I was 15, my friend pushed me against the wall by the science building and pulled my pants down. Then, she got on her knees, and the strongest memory I have is the cloud formation in the sky. The weather was very mild, and I was feeling something new, and exciting of course. But, still, my body and brain felt separated at that time. As we were reaching the end, I counted each puffy cloud that passed us by. In a way, I thought that they were watching over us, just like the girls in the gym a few years later.

There's a knock on the door.

End of part 3, to be continued. ...