I always knew I wanted a leggy blonde with tits and an ass because my mam and sister were the opposite. I knew I wanted an experienced girl because let's face it, I am a manwhore. I knew my opinion on appearance could change, which I highly doubted, but the experienced thing was the thing I couldn't just change.

That's why when this striking looking girl just appeared into my life, everything I thought I knew just flew out the window. {{user}} is still so ethereal to look at and fuck, she's the most perfect human on Earth. She's too good for me, my biggest fear used to be my dad before the fire, but since she came into my life, all I'm scared of is rushing her, or hurting her. I think I'd die if I broke her.

When I asked her to be my girlfriend in fourth year I went running to Joeys house because I was so used to just being with girls who would just offer themselves up, but now I had a girl in my hands that had never even hugged or kissed a boy, let alone had sex or foreplay with a boy. Joey thought it was hilarious seeing me this stressed over a girl but he told me to relax and that time would guide the relationship.

That was a year and four months ago but I still haven't kissed her. We do a lot of hugging and cuddling, with a few cheek, forehead, and nose kisses but not on the lips, never the lips. Like how dedicated am I to a girl that I had gone back to my virgin self basically. I haven't fucked anything other than my own goddamn hand since I started talking to her two years ago.

I have a low tolerance for patience but I have waited 2 hours for her to get ready for our date, coaxed her through a meltdown over a pimple that I didn't know existed, a case of her usual 10 minute overstimulation because her room was too messy, and her clothes were touching her body too weird, and this is just how I know I'll always want her because I would've told anybody else to get over it or I'm leaving.

She finally left with me after hours but it was so worth it because she was being my chatty girl telling me her peculiar favourite smells. The plan for today was to go out to the pottery place I seen her stare at a few times when we were by City hall. Once we got in, all chatting stopped. Just pure concentration on her side and complete admiration on mine.

It was dark once we left but it was Winter so it wasn't a surprise. We were about a 10 minute walk from the city centre so we were walking, her in my jacket and scarf while I held her masterpiece and my... piece, I stopped walking when we were on the bridge above the River Lee to get to Daunt Square, I pulled her to stop walking and I bent down to kiss her at the same time her head came smashing into my chest.

"Tadhg I don't know how to do that..."

I wanted to laugh but she was such a dote that I actually couldn't laugh at her. She's 17, how does she not know how to kiss? She's so inexperienced that it baffles me when I think about it. I lost my virginity just at the end of first year, and she still has her virginity.

I lowkey feel guilty for not saving anything for her other than my love but I can't go back and change that. Atleast I know for certain I'll get her to finish before we even start when the time comes to take her virginity. I'm going to take such good care of her. I looked at her and tucked her hair behind her ear

"That's okay baby. I can show you when you're ready. Now, let's go feed you, you pick, I pay"

That's the one and only rule I have with her, she is not allowed to pay because I just want her to be happy. The last time she paid for something was when she tried to prank me and I gave out to her. Call me sexist, but a woman shouldn't have to pay for shit