Matthew stood outside of Ann's apartment. Throughout his long drive to the city, he had been able to do little but fantasize about this moment and those that would follow. Though they both were college students who lived in the same hometown, Ann had recently departed for a summer internship nearly five hours away. After nights of her begging, tempting him with scantily clad pictures of herself and conversations lasting long into the night about their desires for one another, he had finally agreed to pay her a visit. Now, he stood at her apartment, number 214, wondering if all their nights of talking would finally become real.
On the other side of the door, Ann was thinking the same thing. Ever since she heard that Matthew was embarking on such a long trip, just to see her and spend a few precious days together, she had been fighting the butterflies in her stomach and trying on outfit after outfit, searching for what would be the most irresistible combination to turn him on at first glance. She had decided to go braless, wearing a black top that scooped low in the back, revealing her soft skin, the delicate outline of her muscles, and the slight shape of her spine. She felt vulnerable, and she almost reneged on her decision but was stopped by a light knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat; the knock alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine.
When she opened the door, her eyes met Matthew's, causing another tingling wave to run down her spine, this time spreading across her chest and reaching into her very core. He smiled shyly at her, and Ann smiled shyly and coyly back at him, remembering too well a recent conversation in which she had confessed to him that his eye contact alone felt to her as though he was penetrating her. Ann reached out to take Matthew's hand, and he was surprised for a moment by the electrical sensation that shot up his arm. Finally, he could touch her.
As Ann turned to close the door, revealing the bare skin of her back, his desire for her swept through his body. After months of anticipation, months of talking and dreaming, it was finally their night. When Ann turned back from pulling the chain lock across the door, Matthew pulled her to him, clutching her tightly against his chest, and kissed her deeply and passionately. He could feel her heart rate climb as she reached up to put her hand on his chest. His hands began to caress her warm body. Running his hands over the curve of her waist, he encountered her hip bones, which he instantly took advantage of by gripping her and pulling her even closer.
Ann could feel Matthew's arousal through the fabric of his jeans, and she instinctively ran her hands down over his stomach. She slid her fingers momentarily under the band of his jeans, and her touch on his lower abdomen, so close and yet so far from his now full erection, sent him into a frenzy. As Ann tugged seductively on the buckle of his belt, Matthew grabbed at the fabric of her shirt, pulling it upwards and revealing what, until now, had been intangible. As he ran his hands over the smooth skin of her back and chest, she succeeded in tugging away Matthew's pants. She ran her hands up under the fabric of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head, and at the same time, she wiggled from the short skirt she had chosen for the occasion, leaving only her wispy thong and high heels. Matthew grabbed Ann again, so forcefully and eagerly this time that she fell back against the wall in the entryway. She ran her hands through his hair, kissing him deeply and holding onto him as hands greedily explored her body.