I finished the last swallow of red wine and put my empty glass on the coffee table.

The TV was playing some trashy dating reality show, which I was only half-heartedly watching.

Internally, I was screaming.

It was my third date with Chelsea, and I knew sex was going to happen.

We'd been hinting at it all week via texts, but I'd never been with a woman before.

Only men. I was bisexual, yes, but so inexperienced in that department. It felt like my first time all over again, which was a little embarrassing.

Chelsea, on the other hand, seemed calm, cool and collected. Her straight, dark bob

framed her high cheekbones. When I looked over at her, the light from the TV danced in her

icy blue eyes, and they crinkled at the corners when she glanced at me and smiled.

What are you looking at?

She said teasingly.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned in and kissed her with my hand cupped around her face.

She pushed her fingers back through my long brown hair and let her tongue slip into my mouth. I felt myself relax. This was Chelsea. We'd had several

really, really good dates and had kissed a ton. Sex was going to be amazing.

She must have sensed my nervousness because she pulled back and gave me a sweet smile.

We can go slow. Do you like toys, by the way? Minutes later, she had returned from her bedroom

with an armful of dildos and vibrators. I laughed at the collection because there was just so many.

But at the same time, it did make me feel better.

There were so many ways to have sex.

There was so much to explore.

She stood by the couch while I undressed her, trembling as I saw her nakedness for the first time.

She was slender and tattooed with pierced nipples that made my pussy throb. I ran my hands up and down her hips and waist, squealing when Chelsea gave me a push

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