Repeat performance

I was surely going to hell for being so greedy. The only thought occupying my head was finding a way to get kissed again,or I was going to go insane. The dream I had on the previous day had been so realist that the fine line between reality and fantasy was getting blurred. At times I was starting to suspect that it never happened ans I was the one who dreamt it up.

I checked my phone and there was a text message from Dave

'Good morning. Hope you slept well. See you in class.'

'Hi. Yeah, I slept well. You?'

'Not that well. Was writing the assignment till late.'

It was a good thing that I had already completed my assignment as in the state I currently was, I would have made a big mess. I only had to print it to submit in that day's class. That would explain why Dave sent me only one message yesterday. The poor guy had been busy. I felt guilty for even having doubts.

After showering, I looked at my messages again and saw that I hadn't replied to Dave yet. Did I dare? Before I could regret my decision,I wrote,

'Can we have a repeat performance?'

As soon as the message was sent I freaked out. What if he didn't understand what I meant by repeat performance? What if he wasn't ready to move on with our relationship and kiss me again? Yesterday the darkness and privacy of the moment had been conducive to creating a romantic atmosphere. Where will we have privacy on such a crowded campus?

'Repeat performance?'

Oh my goodness, he hadn't understood or had he? Perhaps he wanted me to spell it out clearly to him.

'Music room,' I texted back.

Throwing caution to the winds, I added, 'Can you teach me how to kiss?' and I waited for his reply.

'Come and have your breakfast sweetheart. You don't want to fall sick again,' my mum then called out. Sighing with impatience, I moved on to the kitchen,hoping that in the meanwhile, Dave would reply. As soon as I set my phone down, it vibrated and on the screen I read 'Sure, with pleasure.'

Oh, the pleasure was all mine.

Class was interesting on that day and it was thanks to our young lecturer, Mr Pascal. As compared to the other lecturers, he was more energetic and less formal. He liked to crack jokes and knew his content well. Nancy and her besties were sitting behind me for that class instead of being at the back.

'Did you look at his bum?'

'It's so round and plump.'

'The material of his pants just seem to stretch when he writes on the whiteboard.'

Were they talking about Mr Pascal? Apparently they were as he was noting down a web link on the board as they were talking. I couldn't help but catch a quick glance at his backside, but I found it embarrassing, and not as exciting as they were describing it. However, it assured me that I was not a nymphomaniac. The way I had been thirsting after Dave's kisses, I had started to think that he had unleashed a beast.

'It just shows that I'm normal. If there's a bum I want to look at, then it's only for Dave, not for anyone else.'

At this thought, I felt my face heat up. what was I doing, fantasizing about his bum when I should be taking down the notes?

As time flew by, I was getting more and more impatient as I knew what was going to come. But I had not made any concrete plan with Dave. I didn't know at what time we were supposed to meet. When class was over, I quickly took out my phone and I saw that I had received a message from Dave?

'Have a lunch with my friends. See you in 45 minutes near the old library.'

Gaya looked at me checking my phone,

'A date?'

'Not really. But I have to meet him after lunch.'

'Good. You'll get to spend some time with us then,' referring to Brynise and her.

We moved to the canteen which was overcrowded as usual and managed to grab a table. We had a fun time, reminiscing about past lectures and shared anecdotes. I had missed this girl bonding. I had developed a one-track mind, only thinking about Dave, but I realized that it was equally important to spend time with my girlfriends. It would only make meeting Dave more special as I would get to be away from him and miss him.