"Fuck!", I mumbled. It had started raining as soon as I got off the bus. I was going to meet this girl that I had been texting with for a couple of weeks. She lived about an hour away for me, so it wouldn't be a disaster if things didn't work out. I could just hop on the next bus.But I was so damn nervous about the whole thing. You see, I'm really shy. I'm really insecure. And she was so pretty. Like, all the other girls I'd seen? They were nothing compared to this girl. And she was sweet, and smart, and ...

I was trying to light a cigarette, even though it was now pouring down. I was standing, lost on my own thoughts, when someone laid their hand on my shoulder. Nearly dropping my cig, I looked to the side, and saw a pale, slender hand with long black nails."H-hey ..."
I felt like smacking myself. I'd just met her for the first time ever, and then I started stuttering like some idiot? Great.
"Aww, you're soaked. Poor boy."
Inhaling the smoke, just about the only damn thing that was keeping me calm right now, I took a look at her. Long black hair. Blue eyes. Black eyeliner. 18 piercings as far as I could see. She was not that tall, but she wore platform boots, so we were about the same height right at that moment.
My tongue must have tied a knot around itself, because I couldn't come up with an answer.
She grabbed my arm and guided me towards an apartment complex. It was rundown. It was obviously not the best part of town I had landed myself in. 

She lived five minutes away from the bus stop. Five minutes where I was desperately trying to find something to say to her. Funny how I had been thinking about all the right things to say before I got here, but now, I couldn't do anything but stare at her. She sat down on her bed, kicking off her boots. When she did so, I catched a quick glimpse of her garterbelt, before she stood up again.
"So ... This is my room. My housemates aren't home this weekend, so you don't have to sleep here if you don't wanna. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you use their rooms."
I thought the apartment she lived in would be just as rundown and shitty as the outside of the building looked, but it was actually quite nice. Her walls were painted black, and she had a huge bed ... I thought about the time she texted me, writing that she was cold even though she was underneath a blanket. I couldn't help but imagine her laying naked in that bed.
"That's okay, I want to be with yo-"
That sounded wrong. I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them again, she was smirking.
"What I meant was that I want to spend as much time with you as possible before I go home again."
"Sure."
She turned on her tv. There was some kind of horror movie playing. I watched as a guy got killed by a female hitchhiker. I sat down beside her, taking off my shoes and my jacket. After about 5 minutes, she laid down. Her skirt was riding up again, but she didn't seem to care. I couldn't help but stare at her body. She wasn't skinny, but she definetely wasn't chubby either. I think people call girls like her curvy.
Her corset was tightly laced, making her waist even smaller than it would usually be, in stark contrast to her round hips and large breasts. I hesistantly laid down.
I'd told her that I wanted to sleep in the same bed as her, but I couldn't do that if she wanted to sleep without clothes on. Even though I'm painfully shy, I can't control myself when I get horny. I don't know why. I just can't stop.It took everything I had not to look at her, focusing on the screen instead.
She sighed, and stretched herself a little, obviously being tired after a 9 hour workday. She smelled nice. Like vanilla.
"How was your day at school?"
I had almost forgotten that she was four years older than me. As a twenty year old, she had a job at the local funeral home where she got a nice paycheck each month, saving up money so she could study medicine at the university without taking loans just to get by.
"It was ... fine."
I didn't want to admit that I had been thinking about this the whole day. While I was sitting in class, I kept thinking about what it would feel like to have her body so close to mine. I thought about how soft her skin would be. I had been looking at her pictures on facebook, thinking about what it would be like to touch her.Of course, I never dared to say any of this to her. I was about to piss my pants in fear when I wrote a text to her, telling her how pretty she was. She probably didn't know that I had a crush on her. And why would she even care? I'm 16, just a kid.

I glanced at her alarm clock on the table at her bedside. 22:04. We just laid there for some time, looking at one person after the other getting killed by the hitchhiker in the movie. I never watch those kind of movies. I mean, I do like them. I just get scared easily.Hoping she wouldn't notice, I moved myself a little closer to her, just for comfort. But she did.
She took my hand and placed it on her stomach. I took a deep breath, as I laid there with my arm wrapped around her. I could feel my cock getting hard. She could probably feel it pressing against her ass.
After five more minutes, it was just getting uncomfortable. My jeans were getting too tight.
"Excuse me ..."
I got up, adjusting my jeans as soon as I was facing away from her.
"What's wrong, Casper?"
I didn't hear her get up, but she was standing behind me now. I could feel her warm breath on my nape. Then her hands on my hips as she pulled me backwards, and finally her lips on the side of my neck and her hand, sliding under my t-shirt.
"No!"
I came out as a moan, but she listened. She let go again as she stepped away. I was immediately hit with a wave of regret.I turned around, and saw that she was taking her clothes off. She was facing the wall.
"There's a room with a really nice bed if you turn left when you exit my room. You can sleep there."
Her skirt fell down to the floor.
"B-but ..."
Then her shirt joined her skirt on the floor. She was standing there in her lingerie. She knew exactly was she was doing, I think, looking back. She could have waited until I left. She knew I would go to sleep with a raging hard on now.
She unbuckled her bra.
I sighed, and walked out of the room.
"I'll see you later", she said, before closing the door to her room. I think I saw a smile playing on her lips, just for a second.