Part 2
Part 2 of the story. Part 3 is the juicy part...
It was the day after her nervousness was revealed, and she was driving over to his house to resume where they left off. Her stomach was nothing but a giant knot as she dreaded starting something she knew nothing about once again. She was thinking about the research she was doing the night before to improve herself for today when “The Reason” came on the radio. She found the lyrics amusing considering she is trying to change herself for him, and that she’s been trying to change for him for quite a while now. She mindlessly drove to his house as she contemplated everything:
I wonder if he’s going to say anything about yesterday. Does he know how nervous I was? He must know; I was a bit too anxious to end yesterday. Why do I have to be clueless about this? Two hours online to research this and I still feel like I’m going to be bad at it today. I even asked five people about it. It’s not like I have anything to practice on besides him. What if I don’t satisfy him enough? I really wish that he’d tell me what I was doing if it was wrong or right . . . I’m going to try and not be as timid today. Which means just about anything considering how reluctant I was yesterday . . . Maybe today I’ll initiate some action. Oh I don’t know if I can go through with this, I feel so sick . . . Maybe I should call him and tell him I can’t come. No, I can’t do that, then he’d know I’m afraid to do this. That and that would be really immature. I don’t feel like I’m being pressured, it’s just . . . oh I don’t know what I’m feeling at this point besides nauseous. He’d understand if I told him that I didn’t want to do this, but the thing is, I do want to do this. I just don’t know how. And what do I do if it escalates past touching each other and goes to oral sex? Or actual sex? Then what would I do? I don’t know anything about either. I suppose that they too are just things you learn over time . . . speaking of time, is this the right time to be doing any of this? It’s funny, all of my friends think of me as the sex-craved person when in reality I know even less than they do . . . It’s just because I talk about it more. Shit, ten more minutes until I get to his house. If I’m lucky I’ll hit traffic and it will be at least 15 minutes. But knowing me and my luck there will be no traffic, all green lights, and it will be seven minutes until I reach his house. I’m scared shitless about this . . . I suppose I should just suck it up . . . figuratively speaking of course . . . and do this. I mean, it’s going to be enjoyable, right? So what’s the harm in it? There isn’t any. Nope, there’s no harm in handling each other’s genitalia. Where the hell are these thoughts coming from? That’s such an awkward thing to think, “there’s no harm in handling each other’s genitalia.” I suppose if there was people wouldn’t do it so much. So it’s settled, I’ll do it. I hope . . .
She pulled up to his house and ran through her usual routine of checking her hair and her eyeshadow and her lip gloss before stepping out of the car. She then checked her clothes to make sure they didn’t look bad from the car, then she grabbed her cell phone and purse from the passenger seat before locking and shutting her door. She checked her rings, then her bracelets, then crouched down to the side mirror to check her hair one final time before going to the door. As she walked to the door she still fretted as she tried to reassure herself:
Ok, I need to stop worrying, I look fine. Besides, he’s seen me in my PJ’s with my hair undone; he doesn’t care what I look like. I’ve locked the door and I have my purse and cell, so I have no reason to come back out. All that’s left is to just go in, and have fun. It’s not going to be that bad. I don’t have to worry about interruptions, we already know we’ve got the house to ourselves. Neither of us have any plans tonight, and we’re going to shut your phones off like we discussed online last night. So it’s nothing but TV and making out and whatnot. Whatnot is a good question . . . what are we not going to do? What are we going to do? Do I really want to do this?
Before she could answer her last question to herself, he opened the door and greeted her with a smile. “Hey, hun,” he said in a voice that calmed her almost immediately. “Are you feeling any better today?”
She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, “Feeling better? Why, did I not seem well last night?”
He shook his head while snickering a bit, “If you were, then I’m the queen of Gibraltar. You were more nervous than a chicken with its neck on the cutting block.” He smirked to her, knowing full well why she was nervous the day before. But he figured he’d ask anyway. “So, why were you so nervous yesterday?”
She blushed slightly, trying not to look him in the eyes. When her eyes finally met his, she smiled her meek smile to let him know she’d rather not talk about it unless it was that vital to him. When she realized that he wanted her to explain, she sighed and shrugged. “It’s just that . . . well I don’t know . . . I . . . I really don’t know.”
He chuckled to her and stopped when she gave him a look of discontent. “Sorry, hun. It’s just that you described it perfectly to me.” He winked at her to let her know it was ok. When she finally realized what he meant by that, she blushed and looked down at her feet. He felt bad and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just it’s so cute how shy you are about this. Especially considering that you’re the one always talking about this sort of thing.” She looked up at him inquisitively, as though he was reading her thoughts. For all she knew, he was.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked. Her tone implied that she was almost offended by his comment. “Especially considering that I’m the one always talking... about this sort of thing?” Her face turned red, beyond a blush.
He shook his head with pleading eyes, “I’m sorry hun, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just... anyone would assume that you know a fair amount about things like that, and that you wouldn’t think twice about asking a question. You seem so... open about it. I really didn’t mean for it to sound caustic or anything.” He took her hand in his and kissed her cheek gently. “I want you to tell me when you are unsure, when you’re getting nervous about something, alright? This shouldn’t be a horrible experience for you, and I don’t want it to be. I want to help you so we can make the best of this.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re more experienced in this,” she uttered softly, taking her hand from his to cross her arms. “I have no clue what I’m doing.” She looked away from him, somewhat ashamed.
Once again he chuckled. “I was once inexperienced, might I remind you? We all had to learn at some point or another.”
“Too bad there aren’t instruction manuals on the human body,” she laughed. “That would make things much easier and take the guesswork out of it.”
“Sometimes the guesswork is half the fun though,” he said with a wink. She wasn’t too amused by the comment. “If you’d like, I can tell you if you’re doing something wrong, or right, so it’s not a mystery. I can honestly say that I wish someone had told me what I was doing. It would have made things a lot easier.” She nodded shortly to him and took his hand. He gave her his comforting smile. “Are you sure that you even want to try doing this today?”
“Yes, I do. I...” she faded off as she looked for the words to say what she wanted. “I want to do this with you. And I don’t want to wait.” Granted that wasn’t what she was looking to say, but it worked.
“Alright then. Lets go make ourselves comfortable to start.” He raised her hand and kissed it, then led her to him room.
It was the day after her nervousness was revealed, and she was driving over to his house to resume where they left off. Her stomach was nothing but a giant knot as she dreaded starting something she knew nothing about once again. She was thinking about the research she was doing the night before to improve herself for today when “The Reason” came on the radio. She found the lyrics amusing considering she is trying to change herself for him, and that she’s been trying to change for him for quite a while now. She mindlessly drove to his house as she contemplated everything:
I wonder if he’s going to say anything about yesterday. Does he know how nervous I was? He must know; I was a bit too anxious to end yesterday. Why do I have to be clueless about this? Two hours online to research this and I still feel like I’m going to be bad at it today. I even asked five people about it. It’s not like I have anything to practice on besides him. What if I don’t satisfy him enough? I really wish that he’d tell me what I was doing if it was wrong or right . . . I’m going to try and not be as timid today. Which means just about anything considering how reluctant I was yesterday . . . Maybe today I’ll initiate some action. Oh I don’t know if I can go through with this, I feel so sick . . . Maybe I should call him and tell him I can’t come. No, I can’t do that, then he’d know I’m afraid to do this. That and that would be really immature. I don’t feel like I’m being pressured, it’s just . . . oh I don’t know what I’m feeling at this point besides nauseous. He’d understand if I told him that I didn’t want to do this, but the thing is, I do want to do this. I just don’t know how. And what do I do if it escalates past touching each other and goes to oral sex? Or actual sex? Then what would I do? I don’t know anything about either. I suppose that they too are just things you learn over time . . . speaking of time, is this the right time to be doing any of this? It’s funny, all of my friends think of me as the sex-craved person when in reality I know even less than they do . . . It’s just because I talk about it more. Shit, ten more minutes until I get to his house. If I’m lucky I’ll hit traffic and it will be at least 15 minutes. But knowing me and my luck there will be no traffic, all green lights, and it will be seven minutes until I reach his house. I’m scared shitless about this . . . I suppose I should just suck it up . . . figuratively speaking of course . . . and do this. I mean, it’s going to be enjoyable, right? So what’s the harm in it? There isn’t any. Nope, there’s no harm in handling each other’s genitalia. Where the hell are these thoughts coming from? That’s such an awkward thing to think, “there’s no harm in handling each other’s genitalia.” I suppose if there was people wouldn’t do it so much. So it’s settled, I’ll do it. I hope . . .
She pulled up to his house and ran through her usual routine of checking her hair and her eyeshadow and her lip gloss before stepping out of the car. She then checked her clothes to make sure they didn’t look bad from the car, then she grabbed her cell phone and purse from the passenger seat before locking and shutting her door. She checked her rings, then her bracelets, then crouched down to the side mirror to check her hair one final time before going to the door. As she walked to the door she still fretted as she tried to reassure herself:
Ok, I need to stop worrying, I look fine. Besides, he’s seen me in my PJ’s with my hair undone; he doesn’t care what I look like. I’ve locked the door and I have my purse and cell, so I have no reason to come back out. All that’s left is to just go in, and have fun. It’s not going to be that bad. I don’t have to worry about interruptions, we already know we’ve got the house to ourselves. Neither of us have any plans tonight, and we’re going to shut your phones off like we discussed online last night. So it’s nothing but TV and making out and whatnot. Whatnot is a good question . . . what are we not going to do? What are we going to do? Do I really want to do this?
Before she could answer her last question to herself, he opened the door and greeted her with a smile. “Hey, hun,” he said in a voice that calmed her almost immediately. “Are you feeling any better today?”
She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, “Feeling better? Why, did I not seem well last night?”
He shook his head while snickering a bit, “If you were, then I’m the queen of Gibraltar. You were more nervous than a chicken with its neck on the cutting block.” He smirked to her, knowing full well why she was nervous the day before. But he figured he’d ask anyway. “So, why were you so nervous yesterday?”
She blushed slightly, trying not to look him in the eyes. When her eyes finally met his, she smiled her meek smile to let him know she’d rather not talk about it unless it was that vital to him. When she realized that he wanted her to explain, she sighed and shrugged. “It’s just that . . . well I don’t know . . . I . . . I really don’t know.”
He chuckled to her and stopped when she gave him a look of discontent. “Sorry, hun. It’s just that you described it perfectly to me.” He winked at her to let her know it was ok. When she finally realized what he meant by that, she blushed and looked down at her feet. He felt bad and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just it’s so cute how shy you are about this. Especially considering that you’re the one always talking about this sort of thing.” She looked up at him inquisitively, as though he was reading her thoughts. For all she knew, he was.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked. Her tone implied that she was almost offended by his comment. “Especially considering that I’m the one always talking... about this sort of thing?” Her face turned red, beyond a blush.
He shook his head with pleading eyes, “I’m sorry hun, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just... anyone would assume that you know a fair amount about things like that, and that you wouldn’t think twice about asking a question. You seem so... open about it. I really didn’t mean for it to sound caustic or anything.” He took her hand in his and kissed her cheek gently. “I want you to tell me when you are unsure, when you’re getting nervous about something, alright? This shouldn’t be a horrible experience for you, and I don’t want it to be. I want to help you so we can make the best of this.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re more experienced in this,” she uttered softly, taking her hand from his to cross her arms. “I have no clue what I’m doing.” She looked away from him, somewhat ashamed.
Once again he chuckled. “I was once inexperienced, might I remind you? We all had to learn at some point or another.”
“Too bad there aren’t instruction manuals on the human body,” she laughed. “That would make things much easier and take the guesswork out of it.”
“Sometimes the guesswork is half the fun though,” he said with a wink. She wasn’t too amused by the comment. “If you’d like, I can tell you if you’re doing something wrong, or right, so it’s not a mystery. I can honestly say that I wish someone had told me what I was doing. It would have made things a lot easier.” She nodded shortly to him and took his hand. He gave her his comforting smile. “Are you sure that you even want to try doing this today?”
“Yes, I do. I...” she faded off as she looked for the words to say what she wanted. “I want to do this with you. And I don’t want to wait.” Granted that wasn’t what she was looking to say, but it worked.
“Alright then. Lets go make ourselves comfortable to start.” He raised her hand and kissed it, then led her to him room.