Red, Hot, Burning Curves
A shy, virgin, too good lad’s relentless sexual urges
A shy teenager of seventeen, Ermanno feared his colleagues would scoff if he revealed his virgin condition or, worse, if they sensed that just from seeing his way of living.
‘Could it be true that sexual activity changes one’s eyes brightness forever?’. This was one among his naive worries.
In addition to such a peer’s pressure, the introverted student felt an endless, intense sexual drive, certainly due to remarkably high testosterone levels. Indeed, he was ‘every day, every hour’ tingling with lust. Assessing himself as a ‘pervert guy of good’, he logically questioned such a mix of attributes:
“Either a freak pervert, or a shy, good guy! It is impossible to be both”. Notwithstanding logic, Ermanno really embodied this tense paradoxical balance, since despite girls never stopping to burn both his heads, Ermanno was incapable of flirting.
Doesn’t it looks insane the fact that even at his neuroscience’s studies’ concentration highs, building hypotheses on the transcendent univocity between brain functions and mental activity, erotic fantasies never left him. “Could the highest abstractions evoke horny states too, so much as porn?” — It was an Ermanno inner dialogue fragment.
Living in a middle-class São Paulo quartier, he attended college at Dr Arnaldo avenue. In the 80’s two bus lines were useful for his pathway to school, both leaving from Lapa’s center, some eight quarters from his parents’ home. The shortest route went up Aurelia street, followed then to Heitor Penteado avenue till reaching its last point close to college.
Rarely did this line’s buses fill up; its pathway was short, comfortable, and fast.
The other route had its destination in the distant south side’s Santo Amaro quartier. It crossed Vila Romana, and after the ‘Palestra Italia’ stadium, it climbed up Pompeia avenue then taking Alfonso Bovero street on top of Sumare quartier, with its many curves, sometimes up, sometimes down hills. This line could take twice the time than the first, besides the peculiarity that passengers hurled against each other along its sinuous streets, unavoidably rubbing their bodies even if they did not wish it. Vehicles travelled regularly packed.
Oh, your guess has been exact, readers, pretty, young bodies were often sexually harassed within that public transportation. Ermanno, our shy teen was among the most harassed ones. Angelical shyness did not hinder his many mighty, lasting, spontaneous erections triggered by slightest rubs or female’s scents. Once a boner was triggered, he was completely impotent to stop it just by will.
Some people, not only females, realizing the near presence of such a horny, good boy dared at least a quick skin to skin contact with his body, never asking any permission.
Ermanno indeed preferred, except when late to college, this more winding path, which he took on that hot spring morning. A crucial for his intended career neurophysiology examination was scheduled, for which he had prepared for months. Since the last point was at another very distant neighborhood, Ermanno would have to signal to the driver nearing his school in order to get off at the right place.
As soon as the bus went on Alfonso Bovero avenue, a very sensual Balzak redhead insinuated behind him as if intending just to get through that squeezed people. Stopping at his side, she brushed her legs against his, as it was unavoidable there. Gifted with an extremely sensitive skin, soon he could feel that his testosterone had quickly and firmly lifted, as well as all which in a male’s body is to its blood level responsive. The redhead touched that huge bone and was squeezed tightly by it, without using hands.
Full of desire, crisscrossing that so sinuous path both were already panting in near ecstasy, already exhaling that scent of the mutually desiring male and female bodies.
Instants are ephemerous, aren’t they? Yet there are moments which seem to be out of time, touching Eternity. Whether not, how could one explain such a short section on Sumaré quartier taking so long in time, at a same usual speed? Those sinuous heights saw their inadvertent squeezing and rubbing bodies, inertially driven against each other, pushed too by other unknown faceless buttocks. Only inertially and passively, true?
“Ah, what a wonderful world would Earth be if all could be commanded by this sensual, chaotic, sweet rhythm of desires!”.
The shy teen had truly clear on his memory other occasions facing good signs of imminent win like those from Marleen, in which his shyness had put everything to lose even amid a flood of affirmative signs, having the sweet and wet battlefield already under control. What a sad failure feeling would overwhelm him, in case of losing there once more, staying still a virgin.
— “Why is it so hard to start a chat with an unknown woman?”
Meanwhile, Marleen, was admiring that handsome young man’s details with devouring eyes, delighted with such so clear, so strong, so easy to touch volumes. The idea of holding them, grabbing them right there, set her on fire from head to toe.
Ermanno, not long before, had staged a French play with an amateur theater group, in which the role of a loner poet who tried to find a way to approach a girl was up to him. Suddenly that character opted to ask her, with absolutely no ground:
“Do you study at the Philosophy Department?” Such a trick worked, leading to an ice break, just by making a fool of a gratuitous nonsensical question. From absolutely nothing, love eventually sprang up. The poet then philosophized whether nothingness could be the innermost essence of our love life.
In a flash, a decision came to Ermanno. As a good performer he would be able to reenact that character’s feelings and attitude, so lending from him genuine determination and resolute courage. Thence, Ermanno looked straight into Marlene’s lustful green eyes and asked:
“Do you study at the Philosophy Department?”.
Half an hour later, Ermanno and Marleen were putting a red, hot, incandescent end to that good boy’s virgin condition with an intense, howling and mutually pleasurable fuck.
He has never forgotten her! Why, then, didn’t they ever look for each other? Maybe because, amidst the so accelerated ‘progress’ of this hassled digital era, the casual paths with sharp, burning hot curves, are fast going to extinction. Had that happened nowadays, the good virgin lad would not miss that scheduled examination due to such a blessed distraction which drove him much beyond that bus stop in front of his Medical School, till the small hotel where both lovers’ prolonged moaning took place.
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