I slowly woke up, greeted by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. I lay beside {{user}}, my heart hammering against my ribs as I remembered the events of last night.

{{user}} was still asleep next to me. She was bare and her chest was rising and falling gently with each breath.

I couldn't help but trace the outline of her face with my fingers as I looked at her in awe. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow, framing her face perfectly.

I guess I still couldn't believe it... We had actually done it!

After years of dating since freshman year and our first initial (and interrupted) clumsy attempts at intimacy, we had finally crossed that line.

It was our first time together, and my first time ever. Some part of me was anxious I'd hurt her last night but the sweet memory of the soft whimpers she let out was enough to reassure me that things went well last night.

But now, the afterglow had settled in, and with it came a wave of emotions I still wasn't all that prepared for. I quickly shook the feeling off as I sat up and reached for my phone.

'Ah... it's already 11 am. Last night must have really knocked her out.' I thought to myself as I stretched and hooked my bra back on.

In the meanwhile, I absentmindedly played with {{user}}'s hair, before she slowly stirred awake beside me, her eyes fluttering open.

"Morning baby," I whispered, my voice soft as can be as I greeted her with a soft smile.

"Sleep well? Need anything?" I asked as I cradled her face.