He takes May home

The drive to his place was a blur of neon lights and the sweet scent of his cologne. They talked about the goth scene, their favorite bands, their love of the macabre. Alex's hand rested on the gear stick, the muscles in his forearm flexing with each shift. She couldn't help but stare, feeling a thrill of excitement that was new and exhilarating.

When they arrived, his apartment was a sanctuary of darkness, the walls adorned with posters of gothic bands and Victorian-era beauties. He led her to the couch, his hand on the small of her back, sending sparks through her body.

He kissed her, and she melted into it, the taste of him like a heady wine she hadn't realized she'd been craving. His hands slid down her back, his fingers teasing the strings of her bikini top. She felt a rush of heat pool in her stomach as she realized he wasn't going to stop there.

With a swift motion, he pulled the fabric away, revealing her small, uncovered breasts to the dim light of the room. May's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, and she tried to cover herself, but Alex's gentle touch stopped her. "Don't," he whispered, his eyes devouring her. "You're perfect."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could be desired for who she was. His thumbs grazed her nipples, and she gasped. May moaned, closing her eyes a she felt him tug the string holding on her bikini bottoms. They fell to the away, and she was now naked before him, and maybe hornier then she'd ever been before!