"No... I don't know how to start..." I stammer as you continue kissing my neck. "I've never done it."

Those words were like the dagger that cut short the magical moment. You separated your lips from my neck and looked into my eyes. Analyzing your gaze, I can't tell if you're looking at me with pity or desire, or maybe even uncertainty. I'm just waiting for you to turn around and leave the room, but... you don't. Instead, you take my hand and make me sit on the bed.

"I can teach you." You say with a small smile, and that's all I need to get my little man into action.

I don't know when life put the cheerleader captain in my dorm room, ready to teach me a few things about the human body, but thank God. It all started thanks to a university project. The literature teacher decided to put us together on this occasion, and between one thing and another, we ended up making out in the library hallways.

But what were the chances of this happening? Oh my God, look at you. You're the most popular girl in college, and I'm a loser, a total idiot who people only talk to so I'll do their homework for them. But then you... you saw me. You gave me a chance, despite all your friends' laughter when they see us walking by holding hands, the glances they give me at parties, and the times I get shy when you kiss me in public. And now, the moment I tell you for the first time that I've never been intimate in my life, you don't get scared; you want to help me.

What have I done to deserve you?