The Shy Guy

At 19, I was a virgin. I had recently gotten fit after being overweight all my life. My friends would tell me women were now checking me out when I wasn’t looking. I never believed it. I was still shy, still felt unworthy of being desired.

One day, at a summer barbecue, a girl started talking to me. She was so self-confident, so kind, so genuinely interested in me - her self-confidence was so sexy. After a few hours of talking, she asked me for a lift home. When we got there, she asked me if I wanted to come inside. I looked at her for a long while. “Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked. She smiled and said, “Remember all those times women were sending you signals and you had no idea? This is one of those times.” Then she took me inside, and she guided me through my first ever sexual experience. She took the lead on it all, showing me what she liked and asking what I liked, and when it was over she nestled into me and asked me if I was okay.

I told her that I was. I really really was.