An anthropology class. One I enjoyed because the teacher’s passion was so great. The subject matter was her doctoral thesis topic, the culture of the ǃKung people the remarkably gracile tribe of hunter gatherers who live in the western Kalahari desert. You may have encountered these people and their place in the South African film, The Gods Must Be Crazy. Interesting people.
I noticed you across the room. Eyes sort of looking nowhere betraying your total disconnect from the classroom goings on. How did I know? Well you didn’t seem to be looking at the professor or at your notes on your desk. You were almost lost in some middle distance glazed stare. Your back was slightly arched. Your feet flat on the ground, wider stance than one might expect would be comfortable. I noticed the pulsing vein in your long graceful neck. The slightly blotchy flush in your neck and cheeks.
Then it dawned on me. Were you self hypnotizing yourself into sexual arousal. Maybe that’s too mystical but you look flushed and aroused without rocking or bucking or touching yourself between your legs. I feel certain I’ve noticed you meandering through the last moments before an orgasm. Then your neck blooms w spreading blotchy pink and that slightly blue vein in your neck is pulsing prominently.