Joe was a good 6 feet tall, with a thin yet muscled body from playing soccer. His shaven face was inlaid with green eyes. We’re gonna call him Joe. I go to Joe’s apartment with the above expectations only to be met with this sweet, handsome guy. At one point, I unsexily cried because I was let down that night. After that, we turned on Beauty and the Beast (the newest version because Emma Watson…hell yeah) which was not meant to be watched. The crimson bra with lace trimmings, came off. Even though I was attempting to play it cool, I wanted to be touched. He understood that. After pulling my shirt taut against my unfettered breasts, he pulled it back off. We pretended like nothing was happening, simply passersby to a sex scene that felt so good. Joe as an artist, began smoothly moving his index finger tip over my limbs. Tracing the veins. Starting on my arms, cleanly moving up to my chest. He was using my right breast as a pillow the entire time, I had my arm around his head to pull him closer. His cologne and the movie were the only sensations that were not being caused by us being together. No noises besides my moans as he finally released my tension, flicking his tongue across my nipple. The coldness in the air made his hot tongue feel like Heaven itself hit my passion. My moans became louder until he shushed me. Informed me in a childlike manner that he did not want his neighbors to hear us having sex. His fingertips were still gripping my nipple as I decided to counter-inform him that I was on my period. I asked if that was a problem, he said it certainly was but continued to his ministrations.