I sat curled up on my couch in his arms, I had just gotten my first apartment and my boyfriend, Craig, and I were having our weekly Redbox movie night to break it in. It was his turn to pick the movie so we were watching the newest marvel movie on my new flat screen TV. I looked up at him his warm brown eyes glued to the action. We had met in college, he was so sweet. I was often an anxious wreck, and he was always my rock. On our first date he could tell how nervous I was and he told me the story about the time he vomited on his high school crush on their first date, there was no way that our first date would end up that bad (and it didn’t). I rested my head on his shoulder and he held me tighter. We had been dating for the past two years and I knew that it was finally time.
“I think I’m ready.” I whispered.
“Ready for what, Lucy?” he asked in his deep soothing voice.
“…ready to lose my virginity.” I squeaked, blushing and beginning to feel nervous. He paused the movie than turned to look me in the eyes.
“W-What? You are?” he said surprised “I thought you wanted to wait until we got married?”
“I-I wanted to wait until I found someone special.” I stuttered “and, I think you’re that person.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his pants beginning to bulge.
“Mhmm” I nodded, standing up, I grabbed his hands and led him to the bedroom. I positioned him on the edge of my bed then I turned on my desk lamp to create some makeshift mood lighting. “Here we go.” I thought, my face beginning to feel warm.