Cognitive Wanderings - Part 3

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young man in university day dreams about the love of his life while in classes.

Submitted: November 02, 2012

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Submitted: November 02, 2012





How could this have happened?  It was planned.  My counting has never been off like this before.  I've always managed to be paired up with another guy.  And now look what's happened.  It's her!  I've been paired with a female version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.  The instructor must have gotten it wrong!  1, 2, 1, 2, how hard can it be you fool!  Now look who I'm stuck with!  It could have been him.  The one in the shower room.  The one I lust for.

Look at her staring at me.  What the hell am I suppose to say to her?  Forget that, how am I suppose to work on her.  And this of all possible classes.  It couldn’t have been for the biology assignment.  I even could have coped with it being the paired stretches routine in Phys. Ed.  But to have it be the first aid training.  This was too much.  We were suppose to be working on leg injuries.  I was looking forward to massaging out the knots in one of his legs.  Now I didn't even care which one I got.  I'd even take the skinny one with the knobby knees.  He's not so bad.  But no, I get she-man.  Look at her legs.  She must have crammed all the muscles from the rest of her body into her legs for this class.  I can't touch those. 

"Hey!  Stop your daydreaming and hit the mat!"  This was directed toward me after she-man waved the instructor down failing in her attempts at breaking through my self-inflicted trance.

The instructor continued for the benefit of myself mainly, but loud enough for the rest of the class, "Start with bracing the ankle against your knee and slowly use both hands to move forward from the ankle to the inner thigh.  Make sure to check around the entire leg for injuries."

She spoke to me for the first time,  "You have to open your eyes to be able to see what your doing!"

I laughed a bit too nervously.

"Just get on with it," she growled.

Nodding, I tried to take my mind off her ever nearing inner thigh by imagining that we were both survivors of a plane crash and I was touching her leg to see if it had enough meat on it to feed us for a few days.  Deciding she would be much too tough and a little lacking on the flavour side I completed the exercise and took my place on the floor in front of her.

She snarled down at me as she grabbed my thigh and stated squeezing the blood from my leg.  My lust buddy was on the floor across the gym and I could almost see through the shadow of his lifted leg and into his shorts.  Horror and a deep irony registered somewhere deep in my mind as I caught the instructors directions for the next exercise - pinpointing a groin injury.  Seeing my partners snarl return as she looked at my groin I vowed to work on my counting skills so that next class wouldn't land me in a similar situation.

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