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"Adonis, there are no leagues tonight." I took his face in my hands, willing him to believe it. Using his phone name was a way to help him bolster his confidence; he looked like he was going to hurl.
"Angel, I don't want to disappoint you." His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. "The truth is...
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" My thumbs brushed over his cheekbones, trying to smooth away the worry lines forming there.
His eyes dropped to the floor.
"It's okay, it doesn't bother me."
"Really?" Relief colored his tone, a smile finally breaking through.
"Really." My affirmation was a whisper, a promise.
We fumbled, laughter breaking through as our hands explored new territory. It was messy, imperfect, but real—the thrill of discovery, the ache of longing.
I reached for the shoulders of my trench coat, letting it slide off my shoulders and pool at my feet. The air was cool against my skin, goosebumps rising on my flesh. Arnold’s gaze traced the curve of my body, his blue eyes wide, an adorable mix of awe and terror.
"Wow," he whispered, hands hovering as if he wanted to touch but feared I might break.
"Your turn." My voice was steadier than I felt, a smirk tugging at my lips.
He fumbled with his shirt, buttons slipping through nervous fingers like they had a mind of their own. Finally discarded, it joined my coat on the floor. He dropped his pants after struggling with the button and the zip. He left his socks on. Normal people would think that’s gross, but I don’t mind. I keep mine on, too.
My hands moved to the clasp of my bra, the tiny hook mocking me. It wouldn't budge. A glance up at Arnold showed he noticed, his cheeks flushing a shade rivaling my lingerie's red.
"Let me," he offered fingers even less sure than mine. He twisted the clasp this way and that until one side popped free, the other stubbornly in place. My right breast spilled out, and I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Despite how awkward this was, it was pebbled and risen to a sharp point.
"Halfway there?" I tried to keep the mood light, even as heat crept up my neck.
"Sorry, I'm not very good at this part." His apology came out in a rush, his hand accidentally brushing the exposed skin, eliciting a gasp from us both. "Sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry."
"We're about to have sex, and you're apologizing for touching my boob? That's hilarious." The words were out before I could stop them, another layer of awkward piling on.
We finally managed to free the other cup, the bra joining the growing pile of clothes. His hands were tentative, exploring with a hesitation that sent a different kind of shiver through me. His touch was electric, sparking something deep within as our bodies pressed closer.
"Agatha, I—" Arnold stopped short, his breath hitching.
"Shh, it's okay." I placed a finger over his lips, then replaced it with my own, kissing him softly, trying to steady the tremble I felt in us both.
We stumbled toward the bed, a tangle of limbs and uncertainty. When we fell onto the mattress, our elbows knocked, and our heads bumped. But it was the kind of clumsy that made you want to try again, to get it right.
"Is this— Am I—" Arnold's words broke off as our bodies found a clumsy alignment. I was on my back, and he was leaning over me awkwardly, his hair brushing into my eyes as he strained to see my vaginal opening. His fingers pushed and prodded, sliding around the moisture. He grunted in frustration when he couldn't find my bingo button.
"Take your time." I guided his hands, showing him where I liked to be touched, his eager student eyes soaking in every detail.
"Like this?" His movements were jerky and unpracticed but filled with a desire to please, which made my heart swell. Honestly, it felt nice, but it was a bit like he was DJing my love button.
"Exactly like that." I watched as his knob flailed wildly with his movements. I was wrong. He definitely wasn't large and in charge, but it would do. Eyeing it carefully, it looked about four and a half but wide as a pop can. Licking my lips, an eagerness settled into the apex of my thighs. I wanted that sticky fizz shoved into my cervix and held in there with a plug. I love the feeling of being full of cum. The way it leaked out reminded me of a frosted donut.
His rhythm was all over the place, a wild beat that somehow fit the erratic pounding of my heart. We were off-key, out of step, but it didn't matter. The sincerity in his touch and the wide-eyed wonder in his gaze were everything I hadn't known I'd been craving.
"Fudge sticks, I—" Arnold cut himself off again, his brow furrowed in concentration. This time, he stuck his finger in my purple starfish before pulling it out in shock.
"Adonis," I breathed out, "it's perfect. Just try again."
And it was—the imperfection of it all, the rawness. In that moment, stripped bare in more ways than one, I realized that maybe this was what real intimacy looked like. Messy, genuine, and utterly us. The way he kept trying and his enthusiasm to get it right was endearing.
I bit my lip, holding back a giggle. "You're like a sexy librarian with those moves."
