19: Yvette

"I need to tell you something." I think it's important to let him know about this one thing before we proceed further, before we're too far gone.

"Hmmm?" He asks with a flushed face. His lips are glistening with my juice.

Honestly if I know he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend tonight I'd dress up beautifully instead of donning this stupid donut pyjamas.

And if I know I'm going to lose my virginity tonight I'd at least put on a nice set of lingerie instead of this purple marshmallow-pattern cotton panties and a pink cotton bra. I look like a 15 year old.

"I'm a virgin."

"Oh?" He looked confused but then sits down in between my wide spread legs.

"Oh." It has finally sinked in.

"So, do you want to stop? I don't mind. Really." He tries to convince me he's okay with it, even with his facial expression.

I giggle as I shake my head, "I'm just letting you know, in case you don't want to sleep with a virgin."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Aren't you afraid if I'm going to get clingy or som