When I was 22 I had my first real relationship with love, sex and everything. We met online and hooked up on weekends, getting motel rooms because we still lived at home and we had an hour or so of distance. We chatted online for nearly a week straight before meeting.
She was 20, a slim woman with large breasts and gamer cred. Every detail we shared convinced me I had hit the girlfriend jackpot and I’m sure she felt the same way; we attempted to kiss as soon as we met but couldn’t get our teeth out of the way. I am a sucker for hot women and the shy gamer girl I had chatted with was (and is) a bombshell. I was convinced my luck was too good to be true.
Despite initial plans to see a horror movie, we decided to make a quick stop to check out her SNES I believe (already a classic console back then.) Anyways that didn’t happen. I believe I am the worst person in the entire world at transitioning to physical romance. Fortunately it was a situation where only a mutual look in the eyes and a chance to kiss in private led to flying clothes. I had no idea how things were happening so fast but I was relieved to not have to think anymore. I needed to touch her and look at her as much as I could, but high priority making out made that difficult.