As soon as she opened the door, his heart started racing. All of yesterday he was so stressed and excited that he could barely sleep or eat. She was a little chubby, a tad shorter than him, wearing a tattered gray T-shirt and dark shorts. Her light brown hair gathered in a tangled ponytail. She smiled and invited him in, her hand fluttering on his back for a moment as he passed her, as if to him calm down. She stopped at the kitchen door.

"Would you like anything to drink?" She asked.

He had difficulty answering, afraid that if he stood in front of her a moment longer, she would notice the erection he was struggling to hide. For a brief second her gaze wandered down, her expression unchanged. His mouth was dry, he asked for water. When she handed him the glass, her fingers lightly touched his for a moment. In a nonchalant tone, she asked if he wanted to go to her bedroom. He answered "yes" softly.

It was a pretty typical room of a 22-year-old student. Folded clothes waiting on a chair to be arranged in the closet, nearby a laundry pile lay on the floor. Books and papers were strewn on the study table, a backpacker’s bag was thrown in the corner of the room near a dusty guitar.

"You can take off your shoes and sit on the bed," she suggested.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, not wanting to appear too comfortable, too enthusiastic.

They met on some website for amateur prose writers. She enjoyed the fact he was younger than her, only 18. She enjoyed teasing him with dirty texts which he did not know how to respond to. He'd pretend to be cool about it, not taking her seriously, as if everything’s a joke. But at the end of each conversation, he’d go jerk off, thinking about her having her way with him. “Having her way with him” – that was how she put it. It really stuck with him.

She leaned over the computer, looking for music to put on. He couldn't keep himself from checking her out briefly, her smooth legs, the way the fabric of her shorts clung to her butt. A thought went through his mind, that if he touched her, she probably wouldn’t reject it. Maybe even let him kiss her ass, maybe kiss the piece of fabric over her crotch. His hands trembled, shivers went through his body, he struggled to firmly hold the water glass.

"Is the music okay?" She asked and turned around, catching him staring at her, and smiled. "Do you know this album? It's Daniel Johnston's 1990," she said. They talked a lot about music. She may have mentioned Johnston before, but he couldn’t remember.

He replied that he didn't know the album, but the music was great. He wasn't really able to focus on anything, his brain overpowered by horniness. She sat down next to him on the bed and leaned back. Now that she was so close, her soft, sweet smell engulfed him.

He had a hard time looking at her, wanting her badly and being afraid prolonged eye contact would give it in somehow.

"So what's up?" She asked.

"Okay," he replied, trying to smile. He was desperate for her to make the first move, to surrender to her.

"Why don’t you undress..?" She asked, smiling at him.

He was caught off guard, not expecting it to happen so quickly, barely believing it would at all. He couldn't help but feign innocence, stammering "um... what?". As if he had not confessed to her his fantasy of getting pegged, about all the things he wanted done to him, that he wanted to feel like... It was hard for him to use that word. It's so pathetic to ask for it, to feel like a slut.

She laughed. "Come on, Adam...", saying his name in the same familiar and warm voice from all their long phone calls, "take off your shirt?"

He swallowed and took off his shirt, feeling terribly exposed and vulnerable in front of her, being so near. He had goosebumps all over, his little nipples standing erect. She leaned forward a little, examining his body, betraying some satisfaction from the progress she had made with him.

"You have a beautiful body," she complimented. "Thank you," he replied.

"Are you aroused?" She said and her eyes wandered over his crotch.

"Yes."

"Go on, take off your pants," she encouraged him.

He unbuckled his belt and zipper and pulled his pants and underpants down, feeling the cool air of the room caressing his erect penis. The skin was tight and red and felt like any touch could make him explode. The bedding was pleasant and smooth against his buttocks and balls.

She savored the naked young man in front of her and when she was satiated, she took a deep breath and said "I've seen bigger ones before."

He just stared at her in silence.

"Did you enjoy hearing that?" she asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

English isn't my native language, I apologize for any mistakes.