/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

You are on a date with Kaya. Summer is drawing to a close and the county fair is in full swing. All around you are happy families, kids with bright smiles, parents with nostalgic hearts, screaming teenagers chasing each other through thecrowd. The creaky sounds of some spinning deathtrap run by a True Authentic 6th generation Redneck. Screechy music, dulled by the murmurs of the crowd, coming from the battle of the bands across the vast parking lot that now actually has a decent purpose. The air is warm and heavy. The smells of 50 differnt kinds of fried things, sun tan lotion, the...ew, is that someone's puke? Let's walk away from the deathtrap. You turn a corner with Kaya and, now slightly off the main thoroughfare, find an oasis: an empty bench. You take a set with Kaya, close but not super close. Kaya pulls out her phone to check her texts. You are supposed to meet up with friends a little later and watch one of the bands. You are feeling good. The time is right. You decide to make A Move. You scooch a little closer to Kaya, thighs and legs now in contact. What to do with your arm? Fuck, you didn't think this through. Over the shoulder, maybe? Or, you could... You go for broke, gentlly resting your hand on Kaya's thigh, just above the knee. Skin to skin. It feels cool, somehow, in this heat. Kaya's attention doesn't break from her phone. Still planning to meet up in 20. Without warning, movement. Her other leg, up and over her knee. She's too fast. Pull away? Stay and get sandwiched? Fuck, what do you do? Pure lizard reaction. You go in deeper. Your hand slips around, in between the closing jaws of her thighs. You are now wrist deep. Kaya is not looking at you or saying anything. She clears her throat the tiniest bit and adjusts the hem of her sundress down, covering your hand. You can feel it now, her warmth pressing on you on both sides. Mission accomplished, it's time to get out of there. You lean away slightly trying to pull out your hand. But there's pressure. Squeezing? Don't, it says. But then what? Where do you go? You're trapped. You can't hear anything right now. You can't feel anything but pressure and skin and warmth. You have to do something. When you are trapped, the only way out is deeper in. Your hand starts sliding up. You think you can feel it. You can. It's real. The heat. The surface of the sun. You're almost there, it's 10,000 thousand degrees how is your hand not scorchedisthisreallyhapp. Kaya leaps up from the bench, beaming. Come on! Let's go try the bumper cars! You gulp the fuzziness in your throat. The world unblurs around you. You ride the bumper cars. The ferris wheel. The band is just ok. You get some funnel cake with Kaya. She has some powdered sugar on her face. Feeling bold, this is it, you lean in to kiss it clean. She laughs right in your face.

You're on a bus going home. Kaya is next to you, holding your hand. Her head is on your shoulder. Her eyes are closed.