There were always these times that the professor insists a group discussion per lesson; a strategy for sharing information and impromptu thought process enhancement, of course. Karin and her friend sat beside three literature major students and were grouped with them. This time, after all the students wrote draft stories about a certain theme, the group discussion focused with an objective to widen concepts with proper exposition. The five of them overall, apparently, are ladies.
"God! It's so hard to be single… to think this is the last year of my college life," one of the three literature majors sighed after the blatant realization.
"I know. Then we get these awareness topics: Erotica," the other one chimed.
"So depressing," then the last one dismissed.
"Hm, let's see what we can do," Karin said, optimistic although with unease.
That set an alarm. Karin eyed her friend. Getting what she meant, both of them decided to stay quiet about her actual situation. It seems she's the only one not literally single in the group… and that's seriously critical. Even her friend is single, only that she's with this person long enough to know the truth and the details. Some single women with these reactions tend to be over acting on the matter. Especially she had only known these literature majors in this class.
So they started sharing each others drafts, in which everyone decided what they did was hopeless, no substance at all and only Karin's had the potential. That resolution made her do the explaining, forced to comment on each draft. The three single ladies seemed eager to want some elaboration of what she wrote, stating it was interesting. She's been used to this situation; she knew these ladies would just want to know more for actual future reference.
"I don't know, tell me more. Would it be effective for him to touch her there?" One attempted to open the curiosity with the question.
"No, you don't make him touch her there. It's not even gentle. It looks like the man was trying to force her into it. You're a woman, I'm sure know where are the sensitive parts. Plus, this notion is not delicate enough. You have to have a start… or some indicative movements," Karin pointed out on the paper of her group's errors.
Everyone in the group started to listen to her too keenly.
"Everything isn't about plainly erotic; there must be something more. In that way it's not unfashionably lustful, it's consummate. There would be much more substance. You have to be sure there was something before this actual sequence, unless you want to do literal sex, not making love.
"This series of movements could be the start of a destructive deterioration of the unity as well. Just make sure that everything fits perfectly between them, like there's no world without the other with or without this activity." She explained.
After a little while of explaining, the other three ladies had their mouths open, eyes confused, and were altogether disconcerted.
"How'd you get to learn these things, eh?" Her friend warningly teased, glaring at her for letting loose wide 'knowledge' about the topic. It might leak the real deal, which would basically end up with her being questioned personally. Obviously, that would be uncomfortable.
That's when she realized she talked too much. She went too far in explaining the complexities of a consummate relationship that she forgot about the actual topic: Erotica. More so, she had been making 'them' as a resource.
"You-you just… learn them." She said, blushing. Her friend started laughing silently.
Later, Unsui couldn't stop feeling funny after finding out about her unease when she told the story, in which the three single ladies end up just bemused. She had accidentally made them set up their expectations and standards of finding potential relationship extremely high or difficult, anyway.