She bought me a dildo and a tooth brush for our first date. The dildo was a mark down from the local porn emporium, the tooth brush was for when I stayed the night.
I had kissed girls before, drunkenly at late night parties in college. I had loved a girl, never kissed her, and realized that intimacy was never going to happen.
There I stood in her bathroom, alone while she laid suggestively on her bed in the other room. Bad lesbian porn played softly on her computer screen illuminating the room with a seductive glow, neither warm or friendly, but rather bothered and anticipatory. I looked in the mirror cataloguing all of my flaws, all of my uneven skin, comparing myself to Her.

She was beautiful, alive, warm and soft.

I joined her on the bed, listened to her labored breathing wondering what to do next, what move to make. I traced her spine from nape of neck to the small of her tiny back. She looked so fragile, but felt so sturdy. She rolled to face me and my heart fell, beating rapidly until it rested in the pit of my stomach…