I had imagined this moment at least a thousand times in my adolescent mind as most girls thought of celebrities and those unattainable above our grades. But no amount of fantasizing or vivid dreaming would prepare me for the aggressive softness of each kiss and the desperate kindness behind every fondling. He was a contradicting lover with fingers both full of fire and careful in consideration to my virtuous state; even in his own disheveled and unclear mind. It was refreshing to have him at my mercy in a way as he was holding back his desire to ravage me in the exposure of midnight as this was shown in the reservation of his hands gripping onto that of the metal at my back in place of the curve of my ass or the length of my hair bunched in his forceful grasp. Even if I desired to grant h
