A lesson in Duality(R Rating)
Posted: 2003-01-21 02:29pm
The following story is modern-day fantasy. It is why I shouldn't be left alone all day with nothing to do but think. There are descriptions of nudity, sexual situations, and probably even worse in coming chapters if I write them. Why? Because if you were a college student in this situation, you'd get yourself some ass too.
Duality. Chapter 1.
Martin yawned, as class drug on once more. A seven AM class was cruel, a seven AM programming class should be against the Geneva Convention. Half the class was asleep, the other half nursing caffine in various forms in an attempt to stay with the teacher. Martin, himself, was trying to force his eyes open as his hand took notes without actually engaging his higher levels of thought.
As his mind drifted back and forth towards sleep, images formed and vanished. A sky of blue, and floating in it, a world spinning gently, being remade by some invisible sculptor. Woven bluish-white light hanging in the air. A man standing in the desert, chanting as the mind's eye dragged back, showing lines in the desert becoming a massive, seven sided shape. The blonde in front of him doing a striptease..
He managed to blink awake after the assignment for the week was handed out. He glanced down at his notes, trying to shake the images that had been dancing in his head out. He rubbed at his eyes before reading the notes again. Sure enough, he had managed to take good, clear notes of the class...
But, underneath them, were words in someone else's handwriting.
Duality is the nature of reality.
Light and dark.
Good and evil.
Change and order.
Creator and destroyer.
He grabbed his morning Pepsi and took a long drink from it, trying to wake up. He must have been really tired to have written that. He managed to get out of the press of bodies leaving the lecture hall, trekking towards the cafeteria. There were better places to eat on campus, but it was cheap, quiet at this hour, and it didn't take many active braincells to function here.
He shuffled along, watching the other victims of the programming class fan out into the tables, eating quietly. The few others upright at this hour were eating softly as well, as if the entire building would shatter if a loud noise was made. Chewing on what he presumed were eggs, Martin looked around quietly, noting his classmates. He knew a few, of course, but the year was young and there were many he hadn't met yet.
The blonde was one of them. She was pretty hot for a student in a programming class, but then again, a nice ass and a pair of gravity-defying tits didn't mean she couldn't program, it was just odd. He realized his mind was drifting again when he thought about that striptease he had daydreamed of earlier. Now, though, the tangled skiens of bluish light seemed to be in the cafeteria, winding and unwinding, as his mind drifted.
His reverie was broken by shocked gasps and mutterings. From somewhere, sultry music was pulsing into the large room. But the shocking part was the blonde. She had stood on top of the table she had been sitting at, and was currently unfastening her bra as her hips thrust erotically forward. As the satin bra fell to the ground, she cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples and moaning audibly to the room.
The more prudish were gravitating together, looking for someone to complain to. Most of the men in the room were staring at her with their hands in their pants. Some were catcalling as she started on her pants, others were just silently staring. Several girlfriends stalked off in anger at the display.
"Crazy." Martin muttered as he tried to maintain enough dignity not to masterbate in front of dozens of people. As that thought passed through his head, the blonde stopped, seeming to wake up. It took a few moments for her to fully realize her situation, before she took off at a run, tits bouncing. There was applause.
Stuck left wondering what had just happened, Martin trekked towards his next class, wondering what had happened back there. All the while, new words wrote themselves in his notebooks...
Duality. Chapter 1.
Martin yawned, as class drug on once more. A seven AM class was cruel, a seven AM programming class should be against the Geneva Convention. Half the class was asleep, the other half nursing caffine in various forms in an attempt to stay with the teacher. Martin, himself, was trying to force his eyes open as his hand took notes without actually engaging his higher levels of thought.
As his mind drifted back and forth towards sleep, images formed and vanished. A sky of blue, and floating in it, a world spinning gently, being remade by some invisible sculptor. Woven bluish-white light hanging in the air. A man standing in the desert, chanting as the mind's eye dragged back, showing lines in the desert becoming a massive, seven sided shape. The blonde in front of him doing a striptease..
He managed to blink awake after the assignment for the week was handed out. He glanced down at his notes, trying to shake the images that had been dancing in his head out. He rubbed at his eyes before reading the notes again. Sure enough, he had managed to take good, clear notes of the class...
But, underneath them, were words in someone else's handwriting.
Duality is the nature of reality.
Light and dark.
Good and evil.
Change and order.
Creator and destroyer.
He grabbed his morning Pepsi and took a long drink from it, trying to wake up. He must have been really tired to have written that. He managed to get out of the press of bodies leaving the lecture hall, trekking towards the cafeteria. There were better places to eat on campus, but it was cheap, quiet at this hour, and it didn't take many active braincells to function here.
He shuffled along, watching the other victims of the programming class fan out into the tables, eating quietly. The few others upright at this hour were eating softly as well, as if the entire building would shatter if a loud noise was made. Chewing on what he presumed were eggs, Martin looked around quietly, noting his classmates. He knew a few, of course, but the year was young and there were many he hadn't met yet.
The blonde was one of them. She was pretty hot for a student in a programming class, but then again, a nice ass and a pair of gravity-defying tits didn't mean she couldn't program, it was just odd. He realized his mind was drifting again when he thought about that striptease he had daydreamed of earlier. Now, though, the tangled skiens of bluish light seemed to be in the cafeteria, winding and unwinding, as his mind drifted.
His reverie was broken by shocked gasps and mutterings. From somewhere, sultry music was pulsing into the large room. But the shocking part was the blonde. She had stood on top of the table she had been sitting at, and was currently unfastening her bra as her hips thrust erotically forward. As the satin bra fell to the ground, she cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples and moaning audibly to the room.
The more prudish were gravitating together, looking for someone to complain to. Most of the men in the room were staring at her with their hands in their pants. Some were catcalling as she started on her pants, others were just silently staring. Several girlfriends stalked off in anger at the display.
"Crazy." Martin muttered as he tried to maintain enough dignity not to masterbate in front of dozens of people. As that thought passed through his head, the blonde stopped, seeming to wake up. It took a few moments for her to fully realize her situation, before she took off at a run, tits bouncing. There was applause.
Stuck left wondering what had just happened, Martin trekked towards his next class, wondering what had happened back there. All the while, new words wrote themselves in his notebooks...
did you say gravity defying tits! hey i like it!