You lock the door behind you and turn to face the man of your dreams. Carl Azuz. The name turns itself inside out over and over in your head. Carl Azuz. You can't believe you're actually here with him. What if I'm dreaming? You can't help but doubt your current situation. After all, you're about to get steamy with your idol. You push those thoughts out of your head. Nothing is going to get in the way of tonight. "Fridays are awesome," you whisper to yourself as you walk over to the long foreheaded man sitting on the bed. You remember the meme your friend sent you awhile back, a picture of Carl Azuz with an unrealistically long forehead, text reading : "The longer the forehead the longer the d i c c." A giggle escapes from your mouth as the meme appears in your mind. Let's hope the meme was right.

He eyes you up and down, a lustful expression on his face. Your face flushes as you strip, slowly removing each article of clothing one by one. He takes your (undergarment of choice) and sniffs it, intaking as much of your scent as possible. You're a tad confused by his course of action, but choose to ignore it. Nothing is getting in the way of the events to come. ( ;) ) You bite your lip as he slowly peels off his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular body. Tangles of dark chest catch your attention, turning you on even more than already possible. This is going to be great.

You beg for him to remove the rest of his clothes, and after far too much teasing he finally does, but not to your surprise agonizingly slowly. You begin to get impatient, aching to feel him. To have him on you. In you. You crave the feeling of skin on skin. You let out a soft m0@n at the thought of what's going to happen. You're ripped back into reality at the sound pants dropping. A rush of excitement flows through you. You look up at him, expecting to see an erect p33n0r, but instead are met with another layer of pants. You feel anger boiling inside you, but underneath that anger you're very turned on by this. You run up to him and push him down on the bed. 'Get on with it already," you growl, gazing into his lust filled eyes. You expect for him to, but he does not. He lays there and smirks. You finally get tired of his teasing and rip his lower clothing down. Your eyes widen at what you see.

"Oh...my...g*sh." is all you're able to get out. You stare at it for awhile until you're brought back to your senses.

"It's so...SMALL!" You throw a hand over your face, trying to stifle the laughter forcing itself out of your throat, failing miserably. You hear him gasp and see a hand whiz past your face. You turn your head to see him grabbing his and your clothes. He runs to the other side of the room and quickly dresses himself. He stares above your head and throws you your clothes before running out of the room. You look at them, realising what just happened. You had just ruined what could have been the best night of your pitiful life.

It's not okay.