How It’s All A Lizard Sex Brain(2)

They do the dance of will he have her, and shall she give in?

We did that dance for weeks, he’d try to approach me and I’d bat him away like an annoying fly. Derek was younger than me, with some extra perception that I was playing with him. He held my interest as soon as we came together to sit at the same table. The young man was the maybe early twenties while I was almost thirty.

He passed a note to me and I smiled at the arbitrary form of it. It reminded me of when we made little paper footballs and flicked them at each other in grade school.

I noticed you keep looking at me, the note read. There was a small grin as I wrote down the word no and shoved it back in his direction. The clock was ticking down and I could hear its noise as if it was directly in my ear.

Tick, tock, my libido told me. I wish I could wear blinders to try to keep him out of my peripheral vision. His scent of that sweet muskiness flooded back within my senses. It took everything within me not to lean a little more into his space.

The teacher called out we were finished and I leaped up into the air. That was enough torture of my self-control. I bounded into the hallway like a kid heading to recess. My senses had shut him out and I didn’t realize he had grabbed a hold of my arm until it was too late.

He reeled me in close to him, painfully close. Bumping into his chest my hands pressed the muscles. We were…