She opened the door to her bedroom. He followed after her and shut the door behind her. Sensual eye contact was established not two seconds before they were wrapped in each others’ arms, their lips pressed together passionately. They never broke lip contact as they found their way onto her bed. He sat down with her legs wrapped around his waist. As he was beginning to un-button her rose-colored blouse, he stopped. Their kiss was broken and he looked her in the eyes,
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? We can always wait, you know.”
She smirked seductively, “I’ve never been more ready in my life. Take me now.”
His face lit up, and he rapidly continued to undo her fickle buttons. Her lacy white brassiere became exposed. Excitement and anxiousness swept over him as he skillfully unhooked the delicate undergarment.
His face went pale. He sat, mouth agape, unable to process what was before him. Her breasts were transparent. In each one swam a tiny, golden-colored fish.
Without speaking, he threw his girlfriend aside and bolted out. He ran until he reached South America. He changed his name to Juan and there he lived for the rest of his days.