When we got to his room he said. "I think I can trust you enough with my real name. It's Gerard."

I giggled slightly and he squeezed my hand.

Gerard slipped his shirt off and I pulled off my boots. He put on striped sweat pants. "Wont you be uncomfortable? I dont want that."

Gerard pulled my shirt off and I pressed my warm hands into the icy cold skin of his chest. Before I could think about what I was doing, I presed my body against his in a passionate kiss. I could feel him unhooking my bra. I let him but i had no idea why.

My bra slid off so now I was exposed but he took of his pants and underpants keeping his lips on mine. I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off. He pushed me down on the soft bed and rubbed me fast gently Every ounce of pleasure i have ever felt was nothing compaired to his icy stone fingers in places I had never let anyone see, not even my mom once I was old enough. He licked me in places I was scared to even mention. Was this sex? Was I really fucking a killjoy and breaking every one of my fucking moral codes? I didnt give a shit, I let this man I had just met hours earlier do what ever he pleased. And I enjoyed every body shaking, toe curling, heavy breathing, name screaming, second of it.

We layed on the bed panting and I was looking at him. I could swear I heard some strange noises coming from the room cross the hall.