I’ve lurked on this sub forever and finally thought it was time to share. At the time of this story I am 18 and he is 20. Sex starts at ***.
I just met this boy two weeks ago. I found him at my university’s 3d printing lab, where he works. I went back a couple days later and surely enough, he was there. “Can I have your number?” he asks me. “You’re really cute.”
I gave it to him, expecting nothing to come out of it. Two weeks later I’m at his apartment and it’s getting late. I get kind of turned on at the thought of spending the night with him, he would only be the second guy I’ve ever had sex with. I knew in my mind where I wanted this to go. “It’s getting pretty late,” he says.
“Are you going to take me back to my dorm?”
“Or…you could…spend the night?”
I smirked. This was happening!! “Okay.”
We walk softly to his room, so his roommate wouldn’t know I spent the night. His room is clean and the bedsheets are gray. I crawled into his bed, and removed my bra from under my shirt, putting it on a chair. He seems nervous.