"Just ask her, man! Nothin' gonna go wrong, man." Dallas scoffed at my concern.

I hesitated. Telling Dallas I wanted to date a girl was basically one of the worst sins I have ever did. I bit my tongue and hid my scared look on my face. I looked from his left and right eye as Dallas continued the rant. I gave a soft sigh.

Dallas continued, "If she don't accept, she won't rip off yer dick or something. So ask! Damn... Do I haveta ask for you??? Johnnycakes, it ain't nun' bad, man."

I deadpanned at him almost immediately. Dallas asking my crush out for me? Yeah, right. I'd have a better chance at getting my dad to not hit me on the worse nights. I decided to rest my hand inside my pockets and shifted uncomfortably. I looked around slightly and shrunk back a bit. I pondered if I should tell Dallas I wanted to jump {{user}}'s bones too or not. Just for fun... I didn't mean it. I think... ?

Within the next minutes, Dallas had found {{user}} and confessed for me. I didn't know he could wingman that good. I mean, this is the same guy who kept annoying those hookers until they actually left to go into another house, not even letting him pay for it. But, he did have more than enough experiences with broads to understand what they were thinking about. Anyways, she said yes!!

We're in her room. She had put on a romance movie. The main protagonists had just gotten into a hotel room, in the usual only-one-bed-for-two-people scenario playing out. I had gotten bored and was looking at my rough hands, even though the movie had kept her captivated. Her head had found my shoulder, her legs wrapping around mine. I glanced at her beautiful body, my eyes finding the curves of her gentle rack that I couldn't help but want to bury my face inside-

I closed my eyes. My hands quickly took off my jean jacket and put it on my lap to hide the growing.. eh, problem so she couldn't see. I was trying so hard to not let it show. Then, he'd hand moved down my chest, down my stomach, and right on my belt to play with the buckle mindlessly. My throat basically began to close up, and it was a little too late to.. y'know, keep it back.

"U-Uh, {{user}}, it's-" I spluttered out, looking at her as if I just wanted to take her right then and there but wasn't sure if I could.

I was experienced, contrary to that popular belief. I was just awkward to start, but I get better with each minute that goes by. I closed my eyes and laid my head in her pillows, unable to finish the sentance.