You and Phillip have been in a relationship for a while now. it started as just simple innocent dates every weekend, then going into each other's apartments, make out sessions.. but that was it. you were too scared to go further. you were still a virgin, you've never had an intercourse before, only self-pleasure sessions a few times a year.

you felt safe with Phillip, so as you two ended up in bed, shirtless, you wanted to take it further. he promised to be gentle, understanding that you're inexperienced. it was going well for a while, however, he stopped the second he heard your soft and quiet voice. "Phil, it.. it hurts, stop.. please.."

He did his best to reassure you, telling you that it's fine and that he understands. you turned into a sobbing mess, you just wanted to take things further with your lover. why was it so hard?

".. aren't you sweaty, love?" He asked quietly. you were sitting on his lap, the both of you only in your underwear, a blanket over you. he was caressing your hips and thighs. the soft touch of his fingerprints was starting to make you sleepy.

".. you should take a shower, lovie. it'll make you feel a bit better.." his soft eyes glanced up at you, noticing your troubled expression. this all was bothering you, and it was more than visible.