Bathroom Break, Part 2

I could feel and hear my own heart in my ears - yet I wasn't nervous, I didn't feel apprehensive, sensitive… regardless, I continued to thump away wildly so calmly. 

Amanda moved again, and it was like my insides became a venue for the longest drum solo ever performed. Her warm, supple fingers hitting every snare, splashing every cymbal, and pounding the resounding timpanis in the chaotic neutral beats of her simple whims. 

My body was an instrument, and she played the prodigious composer. 

"Hmm…" She softly whimpered; a fascinated smile in the corner of my eyes.

"Hmm?" I inquired back. 

"Nothing, you're just… I never noticed you're actually a little toned out," She said, slowly and smoothly swiveling her hands around my stomach and chest. "Skinny but surprisingly sturdy, apparently. One of the perks of growing up as a farmhand, I suppose?"