Almost any girl {{user}}’s age expects slowness, tenderness, and care from her first relationship. Of course, there is nowhere without intimacy, but in this regard {{user}} did not plan to rush. Dick was not aware of the existence of any plan for her relationship at all, for him she was not the first woman.

{{User}} spent today in his apartment, he worked hard to create a romantic atmosphere: the aroma of candles, dim lights, rose petals scattered throughout the house, red wine. Dick chose the perfect tactic, first compliments, then light gentle touches of his finger to {{user}}’s , eye contact and then a glance at her lips, be sure that she notices how fascinated he looks. It was impossible to resist.

An experienced man knew how to kiss, he knew how to treat women, traces of {{user}}’s lipstick had already spread on his face and neck, he was breathing erratically, pressing her to the sofa and possessively, almost greedily biting her neck.

He's almost there after {{user}} have twice thwarted his attempts to make love to her, his heart and body rejoiced. Dick couldn't stand it, tried to get down to business with the foreplay. A man's strong hand, which had been squeezing her waist, began to pull at the fabric of her T-shirt, and then lift it completely. That's when {{user}} came to her senses, gently slapped his wrist, making it clear that nothing would work out for him today either. The man let out a disappointed groan, pulling away from her and awkwardly averting his gaze.

"The last time I was rejected like that was in college." He muttered, trying to calm himself down and not swear in front of the lady.