Writing Exercise 024

This writing exercise is a little different from the others. The prompt for this week was found on tumblr and my first instinct was to turn it down. But then again these exercises are supposed to be challenging, so I braced up and came up with this four times drabble:

2016/05/23 - "You've been typing furiously on your laptop in the library, and have just gone to get a book, so I had a quick look and you're writing hardcore gay porn and it's GOOD." (4 x Drabble)

It was a sunny summer afternoon; too hot to sit in the library and bake in the stale air amongst the books. And yet a hand full of students sat there adamantly enduring and cramming knowledge into their heads between lectures.

The heavy silence was only ever disturbed by the fast clicking sound of fingertips typing away on a laptop. The monotonous staccato had been going on for quite some time. And it only ever stopped when the student in question fanned herself with some sheets of paper and looked out the window overlooking the other university buildings. Finally she sighed and stood to bring one book back and fetch another from the countless shelves.

Her neighbour observed her go from the corners of her eyes and wondered what her friend had been typing all this time while she idly flipped the pages of the textbooks she had stacked on her desk and tried to read. Curiosity got the better of her, she leaned over and took a peek at the last sentence on the screen.

He inserted a second finger and the motion elicited a wanton moan from his lover, who was spreading his legs wider – a nonverbal beg for more.

She blinked, startled and thinking she was imagining things. But a second glance told her she hadn't misread and these words were really written there. She was stunned speechless.

“What are you doing?“ her friend's quiet voice startled her once again and she felt a blush creep onto her cheeks that had nothing to do with the insuffrable heat. The author of those lines had returned with a textbook and sat. “Well?“

Her neighbour gaped incredulously. “You're writing gay porn? Here? Now? ...why?“ she whisper-blurted.

Her friend made a shushing sound. Then she shrugged. “So? Don't tell me you're not bored by this stuff,“ she whispered and tapped on the cover of the textbook her neighbour feigned reading. “It's so hot today, and I can't concentrate anyways.“

For a while they stared at each other, cheeks flushed, until her neighbour muttered: “Well... it's good.“

The author grinned mischievously. “I'll let you have a readthrough when it's done,“ she winked and they both snickered quietly. She resumed typing while her friend stared out the window into the summer sky and dreamily mused on the unfinished scene she had just read. It was really too hot to be cramming today.