Okay, so I get up at 9am, she thought to herself, do my morning stretches, eat breakfast while watching anime. Then I play some chill out music and do exercises in German for an hour and a half. Then I clean the kitchen and hang the laundry to dry out. By this time it’s about 1pm, so I eat lunch and watch anime again, and then I have some free time to read a book and some articles and look into whatever. Sometime here I might lie down in bed and space out. I have tennis practice in the late afternoon, and afterwards I take a shower to take off all the sweat and feel fresh and ready for anything. I have a light dinner sometime before 7. Then I go out with a friend for a walk and some juice. It’s nice to walk down streets as the summer day burns out. I get home around 9 or 10 and talk to my family about what their day was like. Then I spend one hour writing about something I have to say and try to make it sound good. Then I might read a little more or watch something. I go to bed around 1, so that I can wake up at 9am the following morning.
She did enjoy her schedule, although small things always sneaked in and screwed up a part of it. But as a whole, it worked well, and she felt light and reaching out to so much.
She traveled: sometimes with one friend, sometimes with more, sometimes with her family, and other times with a bunch of people she hardly knew. New places made her feel uncomfortable because of how unfamiliar they were, but they were also beautiful and weird. New towns could be red and brown or yellow or greenish. They could smell funny, or they could smell as though they were sterile. One common thing was the smell of summer trees: they were everywhere. Even when she traveled, she kept some parts of her schedule: the strong breakfast, the physical exercises, the fresh showers, the readings, the anime. She still reached out to as much as possible at once.
She went to rock and metal clubs or to electronic music clubs. Music filled her ears and her body, lights opened her eyes wider and took her on a different platform of seeing. Her hips and arms moved about freely, although, sadly, still conscious of the way they looked. One night she met a funny guy who was way taller than her, but they found a common tongue. They joked and smiled and danced until they got tired. She lived far away, so the logical decision was to sleep at his place. She warned him that she wouldn’t have sex with him, but they agreed that they would sleep in the same bed. So they got completely naked and snuggled under the blanket. It was a hot, humid night, but they kept holding onto each other under the blanket. He had a stubborn erection, but he didn’t push it onto her. They stroked each other’s faces and kissed as softly and slowly as they possibly could. He caressed her entire body, ending at her heels and then her toes. Once they had welcomed a new morning with the warmth they kindled under that blanket, they fell asleep, although they didn’t want to.
They woke up after noon. They kissed and stroked each other again, he got hard again, and she got wet again. They decided that meeting each other last night had given them enough time, so now they could have sex. And they did. It was a long session of hot, wet, sweaty sex. Sweat dripped from their bodies and watered the bed, but they didn’t mind. They held onto a tight embrace, moved their thighs in a beautiful rhythm, and kissed each other’s sweat. When they got tired, they lay next to each other, and he put his fingers inside her. She touched herself, but it took her a long time to come because her hands and legs were trembling. After that, she wrapped her hand tight around his penis, moved it up and down, and sucked on it. He flexed his feet and toes as the pleasure became unbearable. His hands stroked her head but surprisingly didn’t push it down. He told her to stop sucking because he was coming and he didn’t want to come in her mouth. But she wanted to feel his penis pulsate and empty itself in her mouth, so she didn’t let go. His head drove back deep in the pillow as he came. He delivered such a tremendous amount of sperm in her mouth that it spilled on his stomach; she swallowed, half-laughing. He stroked her head and pressed her to his chest. They lay talking for several more hours. It was so warm that they lay naked, her fingers lazily strolled over his beard, and his fingers lazily strolled over her shoulders and back and what not. After a while, they took a shower and went out to find something to eat. They bought some crap from a supermarket and ate it on a bench with some cold yogurt.
They both had plans for the day. They got on the same street-car and talked a little more in the stifling, immobile air. Because he was so much taller than she, he easily patted her head and messed up her hair. His fingers and her fingers still touched from time to time, but they knew they would leave soon. They kissed once, on the lips, no tongue, before they went on with their separate plans for the day. They shared a crazy smile too.
She went on a walk with some friends, they listened to calm, hypnotic music, and talked. It all felt as light as a feather. In the evening, she took a shower and rubbed soap on her skin. So, she thought, tomorrow I’m getting up at 9.
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