We’d been together for six months before he moved to the other side of the country.
One of the crappiest days of my life.
From the first time I worked a scene with him, I knew I had to have him. His skin was onyx, and smooth as silk, and every time he licked his lips, a new wave of sexual desire washed over me. It took all of my acting skills to stay present with him. My only saving grace was knowing I wasn’t alone judging from the way he held me close and flashed a sly grin knowing I could feel him through his pants.
We decided to skip the rest of our classes and head straight to his dorm room where every fantasy I had played out on that stage became a reality.
Afterwards, it turned out we had more than just our sexual appetite in common.