I awoke in the middle of the night, feeling a little confused as one always does in the seconds after regaining consciousness from Morpheus' realm. Wondering what may have caused the disturbance in my otherwise deep sleep, I soon became painfully aware of Andrea's head on the inside of my right upper arm, strangulating by blood-circulation and causing the feeling of utter numbness which had made me wake up.
Not wanting to disturb her sleep, I kept still, hoping that she would roll over during one of the many subconscious movements one makes in the night and release my arm. But women being the spiteful beings they are, she, of course, didn't do me the favour.
I grasped the opportunity to breathe in her personal fragrance. Actually, it was not particularly heady the way some women smell - a scent that can be so alluring that it goes directly into your cock and causes an A+ erection sometimes. Hers was more like peppermint or menthol, not very exciting, but blended with it was also the smell of our lovemaking from only a few hours ago, the fragrance of a woman I had slept with, and that definitely upgraded my nasal experience, making it rather irrelevant how I might have perceived her aroma before fornication.
Anyway, she was not going to move by an inch no matter how hard and fervently I might have prayed, and since I wanted my arm to be fully operational by tomorrow and not dangling necrotized and rather lifeless from my right shoulder, I was forced to - gently - lift her head with my free left hand so that I could deliver my imprisoned extremity.
The operation was a success: Andrea remained asleep and my arm was being pumped back to life by my happily-pounding heart. Since she dreamed on unperturbed, I thought I might just as well go to the washroom to relieve myself. I got up and padded to my nightly destination, the moonglow piercing the curtains giving me ample light.
*****
'Hi,' I greeted Andrea upon seeing her entering the auditorium No 3 of our university. No response. 'What the f**k!' I cursed mentally. This had been going on for some time now. At the beginning of the semester we made our first real contact. I've known her face for a year, but, well, I guess I didn't deem her beautiful enough to start a conversation, me being single and looking, especially since she is smoking and I'm non-smoker. But I also knew that she was rather clever, a thoughtful person, and I like that about women, so at the beginning of this semester, when I saw her in one of the auditoriums, I jokingly asked her if the seat beside her was still free and sat down with a grin. She smiled back.
A few weeks afterwards we had our first real heart-to-heart talk. We had a chat about one of her stays in a foreign country. She seemed to have liked her stay so much that I jokingly asked her why she even came back and after some hesitation she told me of a stupid situation she might not have come out alive i.e. 'gone missing'. But she was lucky, although her life had changed forever. I was of course impressed by the courage she had mustered to tell me the whole story and I repaid her in kind, by sharing with her very intimate details from my life I had related to nobody else before and something like friendship arose between us.
But after the Christmas break IT happened. I had called her twice during the holidays and it seems my calls had been well received. I was looking forward to seeing her again at one of the courses we both have and perhaps going out for lunch with her someday during the week. She came in when I was already seated, saw me, mumbled something, and sat down somewhere else. Great! Fantastic!! How wonderfully, exceptionally terrific!!!
I was rather mad at her. Perhaps she didn't join me because another female had parked her stupid ass two seats beside me, blocking access for Andrea. But still!
Anyway, the whole affair continued like that for the weeks to come. It was quite impossible to engage in sensible conversation, let alone snatch a smile from her, and what bugged me most, was that I had frankly no idea what had caused her to keep her distance, so as not to use the word hostility; towards others she was behaving quite normally though.
One day, I finally had had enough of it. I mean what the f**k. I behaved in a friendly way, and all I got was acidic remarks at best. After another one of these comments of hers, just after both of us had finished for the day - and don't ask my what it was she said - I eventually lost my patience. 'We gotta talk,' I said in a slightly heated tone, staring her straight in the eyes.
