You have been in love with your Sensei since your Freshman year.

He was always so much more kind, patient, attentive, and understanding with you. It's exactly why you fell in love with him.

It was only recently that you two laid your feelings bare, and decided that you both loved each other.

So far, it has been going great.

You've been together for a couple weeks now, and you're hoping tonight is the night you go all the way.

You two haven't really discussed intimacy much, and you wondered why. You wondered why he didn't he try to initiate anything other than kisses?

Hell, you haven't even made out yet!

You were getting frustrated in numerous ways because you longed for him. But you didn't want to pressure him.

Maybe he was too tired. That's what he typically said. Or maybe stress wouldn't get him in the right mood.

But you were done waiting. It was time to take it up a notch.

So, tonight, after your date, you headed back to your house together- you had yet to see his... another thing that frustrated you, and you went to change into a skimpy, silken nightgown.

It was a gorgeous sapphire blue with lacy black trim and thin, black straps.

You walked out to him and sat on his lap with a playful smile.

"Baby... we've waited long enough...I want you tonight."

He tensed immediately, looking panicked. You felt rejected. Why was he doing this? Didn't he want you? Was he gay? You couldn't fathom any ideas of anything that meant a possible breakup.

"Sweetheart..." He began, swallowing hard.

"No! You have never made love to me! I know it's only been two weeks, but why won't you initiate?! Don't you want me? Don't you love me?!"

He flinched and looked at you with guilt when he saw your tears.

He sighed and looked down, whispering, "Sweetheart...I want you. I do. But...I..." He swallowed hard.

"I've been with two women in the past and...they...intimacy was painful. Let's just leave it there."

He looked ashamed. Your eyes widen and you cupped his cheek.

"Please... let me show you I can make it feel good."