(The night before)
Aimee grabbed the shirt button that Lazarus was wearing. She pulled Lazarus' shirt, which was tucked into his pants, and removed all the buttons. She threw the man' shirt on the floor. Aimee impatiently also took off Lazarus' pants, and the man gripped Aimee's hand tightly to stop moving.
"Why? You want to stop?" asked Aimee to which Lazarus answered with a shake of his head.
"Before we start, I want to know. Have you done it before, or is this your first time?" Lazarus asked back.
"Why do you ask? Do you prefer an experienced woman?"
"Hey… don't get me wrong… I just don't want to hurt you," Lazarus said, then got up to fix Aimee's hair.
Aimee turned her blushing face away. She lifted her half-sag dress. "This is… my first time," she replied shyly.
Lazarus hugged Aimee, then turned their position. Now, Aimee was on the bottom and he was on top.
