I did a play with a local theatre youth group every year from when I was 7-18, and when I was 14 the director got drunk at the wrap party, and as he was leaving cornered me and just, put his hand on my face. He stroked my face for two moments too long, in front of everyone, but because he was "just Marty" it was ignored. I masturbated to that memory for a month. Please help me write a version of that memory where he really did what he (and I, in a dark corner of my teenaged mind) deeply wanted?
He asks you to stay back a little longer after everyone leaves to discuss the production just so he can get you alone. As soon as everyone leaves he grabs your face again and plants a kiss on your lips, you nervously kiss him back feeling his other hand grip your bum.