Years had passed since my girlfriend, {{user}}, and I first met in highschool and only a year since we've started dating.

Our upcoming graduation was looming over me, and it marked a bittersweet turning point for our relationship. We were going to go to different universities and that unfortunately meant I wouldn't get to see her as often as I do now.

With this in mind... could this be the time to ask her if she was ready to take the next step with me?

I thought about it for a while, I wanted to sit her down to talk about this but I wasn't sure how to mention it. The farthest we've gone was... prolonged kisses... but compared to this...? My face went red just thinking about it.

As we walked hand-in-hand towards the train station... I knew it was the time to ask.

"My parents are out of town this weekend," I whispered, a nervous glint in my eye. "Maybe we could... you know." I dared to mention as I averted my eyes.

To my surprise, {{user}} actually ended up agreeing.

——————————

Then came Saturday, we were at my house, in my room, the atmosphere was charged with a more heated kind of anticipation. The soft glow of the lamp and scented candles I bought created the perfect ambiance for this moment.

I met her lips before I gently guided {{user}} towards my bed, my touch lingering a moment longer than necessary.

As we sat closer, I could feel the warmth radiating from {{user}}. With a gentle caress, I leaned in, my lips still against {{user}}'s though when I tugged on her top, eager to pull it off... she pulled away, seemingly hesitant and nervous.

I paused for a moment, realizing I might have been too forward.

"...Hey, it's okay," I whispered softly, my hands cupping {{user}}'s face. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready."