“Hi!” I said as I approached my date. She had such a beautiful figure, perfectly proportioned. Her blonde hair had a soft beach wave style, so it bounced slightly as she turned her head towards me. Her blue eyes practically glowed in the light of the theatre lights outside. Her sundress was a shade of pink that made her look like a rare flower.

I reached her, I waited to see her greeting for me. She opened her arms, ‘a hug? Wow!’ I thought as I smiled and hugged her back.

Her plush breasts pressed against my chest, I was slightly taller than her but she stood on her tippy toes to hug me. It felt so nice. I wanted to never let her go, her scent was like lilac and pine meshed together with a hint of spice. I wrapped my arm around her waist as we separated from our hug, “shall we?” I asked. Her smile glowed like the sun, no… that’s not right. The moon.

Her entire being just radiated the moon. Soft, and subtle yet so beautiful that you can’t stop looking. I was mesmerized by her. And she’s only 22. How lucky am I? To be on a date as a 32 year old man, with such an exquisite woman.

I led the way into the theatre, though we lived in a small town in Georgia we still had something as fancy as a theatre. ‘Thanks to the donation of my father, Frederick Albertzon. May he rest in peace.’ I thought as I looked at the “in memory of” photo of my dad. I looked back to my date.

Her name was Elizabeth Strooter. From what I gathered she and her family moved a few years ago here to Buchana, Georgia. Like myself. She came from a relatively poor background, her parents had moved here for a new start. Being in debt was hard for them in the big city. Fortunately, they hadn’t found them yet. If course given that they lived in a town with less than 1,000 people.

We watched ‘The Godfather’ which I found ironic given her families circumstances. But held my tongue as I didn’t want to upset her.

As we left the theatre, she began to behave differently. Her hand gently traced my forearm down to my hand. I walked with her and held her hand in mine. She seemed lonely, I looked down at her.

“Would you like to go somewhere else? I don’t think I want this night to end.” I asked her, she blushed and nodded. “I would like that very much.”

I nodded and guided her to my car, opening the passenger door for her. Helping her in, she smiled up at me. I smiled back, then gently shut the door. I got on the drivers side entered the car. I looked over at her, who had scooted over to where she could sit right next to me.

As we drove around town, we looked for a place to spend time together. I seen a clearing on the outskirts of town that lead to the woods. I looked at her eyes that screamed ‘yes!’ Her smile was quite large. I couldn’t tell if she was more excited about being with me or going to the woods.

“Why do you look so excited?” I asked her, curiously.

“Growing up, I use to go to the woods and find different types of plants and look them up in a planters book. I wanted to become a gardener or botanist; I haven’t been to the woods since. As my parents believe that I’ll get kidnapped there.” Her voice was like silk, I smiled as she spoke.

“Well, I’m glad to make your night this way.” I spoke gently. She looked at me, and then slowly leaned into my lips.

I was surprised but couldn’t turn away a kiss from her. She was irresistible.

I stopped the car as we kissed, it was passionate. She placed her hands on my thigh, I pulled away. She looked startled, I gently grabbed her hand. “Come with me.” I said in a seductive voice.

She turned red and nodded her head. Before we left I grabbed my satchel from the back of the car, then I lead her through the woods to a spot just as beautiful as her. I looked at her, grabbing her face gently.

I kissed her, she wrapped her arms around me. Kissing me deeply. I pressed myself against her, gently moving my hips to see how she would react.

A moan escaped her lips and she put her hand behind my head. She turned her head to the side, I kissed her neck and another moan came out. Her hand slid inside my pants, I groaned in pleasure.

Laying her down I grabbed her hands and put them above her head, holding them with one hand I explored her body. Her breathing began getting heavy, as I slowly made my way to the bottom of her dress. I played with her. Her moans made me so crazy.

“I want to hear you scream.” I said, as I let go of her hands and slid down kissing every inch of her body. She opened her legs so I could please her.

I looked at her as I licked her, her hands in my hair; pulling my tongue deeper. She gasped as I flicked and licked. I loved hearing her in pleasure.

“I want it.” She breathed heavily, “I want it all.” I grinned as she begged me to put it in. I took it out and revealed it to her. Her eyes became wide.

Her legs wrapped around me as she squirmed, her screams echoing through the sky.

Her eyes were wide as it slid in and out of her. Her juices were all over me, I wanted to finish but I could tell she wasn’t done yet by the way her hands moved along my arms. Her eyes looked into mine, pupils so big that I could see my reflection through them. I licked her face as she grabbed the back of neck, she pushed me off. I grinned and bit my lip as I looked down at her. Her soft features glowed beautifully in the moonlight, perfectly caressing her figure beneath me. Her blonde hair looked silver, like she had essense of the moon shining through her. Her nipples poking out of her dress, as her chest heaved heavily.

I kept plunging it inside of her; harder, faster. Vigorously thrusting it in. Her juices sprayed underneath me, “fuck yes.” I moaned as her body began to spasm, her breathing became labored. As did mine. I felt a wave of pleasure begin to sweep throughout my entire body. My veins on fire.

I closed my eyes as we finished. Her body went limp, I panted, straddling over her. Smiling up, as I pulled it out of her. I looked down at her once again.

Her eyes dark, blood drops covered her beautiful soft features. Her now blonde hair drenched in blood, her breasts laid still as her chest sunk in as she let out her last breath.

I stood up and examined my work. I grinned as I cleaned my bloody knife. I didn’t think she could look any more perfect but seeing her like this I couldn’t help but truly appreciate her beauty.

I took the polaroid camera out of my satchel that lay a couple feet from my masterpiece, putting a sharpie in my mouth; then I took a photo and waited for the film to process.

“What should I call you?” I stared at her lifeless body and thought deeply. “Oh! I know!” I began writing on the margin of the Polaroid photo.

‘MOONBEAM’