14 Bad experience

Friday, April 11, 2014

09:10pm

Adam with his back to his bed is extremely embarrassed. In order to hide his discomfort, which he cannot dispel, he looks towards the ceiling, while a Jessica much less confident than usual, trembling fingers, even more uncomfortable than him, whose eyes are irresistibly drawn to the bed, hardly buttons the collar of his shirt.

In Adam's small room transformed for the occasion into an uncomfortable cocoon in which in an embarrassing silence, two teenagers in love, but without any experience feel both boiling but stupid at the very fact of thinking about a closer relationship with their partner. Drama of youth, the more they reject their unbridled thoughts that attack them, in the depths of their heads, the more they overwhelm them by hogging the entirety of their beings, who can no longer stand in this confined place inside which they believe they are suffocating.

"There, your collar is buttoned. I think we are now ready to go. Don't you believe that?"

Jessica asking for his opinion? Adam, very surprised by this novelty, which he finds pleasant, looks up to look Jessica in the eyes. Jessica, who is too worried and doesn't understand much tonight, is getting the wrong message. Convinced that she is right, she tilts her head to lay her cherry-coloured lips against Adam's lips, who does not refuse the delicious present. Mrs. Clifford was right, the heat in this house is overwhelming today and it gets worse when Jessica puts her arms around Adam's chest which instantly stiffens.

Both of them hugged for a prolonged period, their lips begin to become painful and their tongues completely numb no longer manage to dance around their partner's tongue. The situation is ridiculous, both of them are aware of it, but yet neither of them dares to separate from the other, for fear of not knowing how to behave afterwards and fearing the evolution of their relationship in this too comfortable room.

"Clean your chins, you're full of drool and for the record, this is not a brothel."

When Jessica hears the unpleasant voice coming from the door, she pulls out her lips and immediately pushes Adam away. Jessica is very athletic. She runs every day, plays tennis and strength training, but poor Adam, who is no heavier than a 10-year-old child and has not an ounce of muscle, flies through the room and then crashes into the bed. The unfortunate boy, used to being intimidated, does not complain. He quietly rubs his head, which has just hit the wood of the bed, and even before he has time to get up, 2 people stand in front of him to help him. The 2 rival women on each occasion, push each other with their arms, buttocks, yell at each other, to the rhythm of words that Adam didn't even know and end up slapping each other. Tired of their nonsense, he gets up alone and leaves the room. However painful this fall may be, it will at least have allowed him to clear his head of his vile erotic thoughts, he thinks with a sigh of comfort, while simply thinking about it, to his great despair, that reactivates his natural urges.

09:25pm

In the car Jessica presses every 30 seconds on the hump that formed behind Adam's head, asking in a tone that is sometimes soft, sometimes complicated and sometimes dissatisfied: "Does it hurt you?" "And now, what do you feel if I press it like that?" "Don't tell me you're still in so much pain? Still, Adam, you're a little pussy, aren't you?" "Adam, tonight you are annoying me tremendously. Since when do men have bumps for such small shocks. I don't want to talk to you anymore, so leave me alone." "Say, are you still suffering, my Adam?" Adam didn't say anything, didn't complain, didn't ask for anything, but to his great despair, every minute he gets yelled at like a rotten fish, then comforted 10 seconds later, before Jessica presses on his hump again gently or forcefully.

09h35pm

In front of a large modern V-shaped house in Jessica's car, with tight hands on the wheel, Adam hyperventilates. His heart is beating faster than ever, far too fast, so fast that he ends up beating irregularly. Under the effect of the intense beat, all her blood now flows exclusively to her heart, whose alarming rate is now around 350 and accelerating steadily. His vision quickly blurs, his limbs badly irrigated with blood turn white and soon itch him quickly, then become painful. Adam who is far too anxious about this simple party, under the influence of excessive stress is in the middle of a tachycardia crisis, looking for air by panicking. Where's that button to open the window? What the fuck is happening to me? Will I die before I'm even 20?

This feeling of a heartbeat in his head that seems to be about to burst is literally frightening. Even more frightening is the fear of this this unknown uneasiness he is currently facing. What is more frightening than not being able to control your own breathing, heart and body. Adam had never thought about it, but now that he lives it, this elementary truth makes full sense.

"Adam, Adam, Adam, can you hear me? Listen to me. Empty your mind of all your negative thoughts and breathe slowly. Think of me, for example. Think of everything that can relax you, well, except your mother. Look, it's nothing serious, just too much stress you can't handle. Don't worry, you won't die, I promise."

This discomfort is accompanied by a huge loss, because Adam who has his head against Jessica's chest is not able to enjoy it. It is more than likely that if his too many rivals found out, they would lynch this boy in the public square, because of abusive stupidity. Slowly, Adam, whom Jessica consoles, calms down, but the unlucky boy will not take advantage of the chance he was given a few moments ago, because Jessica has already withdrawn from the position he always hoped to enjoy one day.