Don't Hurt Me

The Tall Lanky Man

The tall lanky man, a nickname for Francisco. Of course, I started the name. To be completely honest, I was scared of Francisco when we first met. We were renting dorms last year, and I saw him. For a while, I stared at him, because I thought he was cute for some time, but when he saw me I immediately went in a dorm I hadn't even bought, nor seen. Inside people where having a threesome, they offered me to join, but, it was weird because I was still a virgin and they were experienced. So, I went back outside, and saw him. This is the time where the name starts, actually. I go outside and I say these words, exactly. "Hey, Tall lanky man! Wanna rent a dorm?!" I said, shouting at Francisco while people glare, watching us like we're mental, which I probably am, but that's beside the point. Anyway, I took his arm, wrapped it around mine, and went towards a dorm. When I got in, I had a panic attack. I don't know why, and how, but when I woke up, I was on top of Francisco, with a shirt of his on, and I only had undergarments on underneath, but they were different. I didn't realize, but I guess he undressed me, and put me on his bed, even though my bed was only a few inches away from his bed, but, at the time, I didn't care. His body was warm, so, I didn't wanna move. "This, was the start of a wonderful friendship, I though." And, it was.