After months of being pursued by this gent I considered a friend I finally gave in.
It started like this: he invited me over for an impromptu “hang-sesh” one day. I guess I didn’t realize it at the time, but I definitely had a thing for him. Upon agreeing to chill at his place for the evening I immediately put on one of my sexier outfits, a low-cut top, short pleated skirt, knee high socks, and heels. (I really thought the naughty school girl thing was cool at the time)
An hour later I’m walking through his apartment to his bedroom. Once in the room we chit-chat. We listen to a few songs from a band he’s really into, and he proceeds to move closer to me on the bed. We quickly get bored with the music and start watching some really terrible, B-rate horror movie.
In between laughing at scenes in the film I tell him how my lower back had been giving me issues. (He’s actually a licensed masseuse, so I often weasel massages out of him.) He insists that I lie on my stomach so he can try to work out the kinks while we watch the movie.