Seventy

Rebecca's first time with Andreas—well, her first time ever—didn't go as magically as she expected. The kissing was something she had gotten used to; his hands on her body too. The rest—that's where things got complicated.

Their noses bumped, pinching skin and knees along the way. Rebecca was surprised that her first time wasn't as effortless as she had imagined, but she was determined to keep trying. She knew that with patience and practice, things would get better between her and Andreas.

"Sorry," she mumbled when her hand pulled his hair a little too hard.

"You're fine; stop worrying."

"I can't help it. Here you are, looking all gorgeous and knowing what to do, while I lay here waiting to see if what I'm doing is good enough for you."

"You don't have to worry about impressing me. I'm here because I enjoy spending time with you, not because of what you can do for me."

She understood, but her doubts kept clouding her mind. Kissing was one thing, having sex is entirely different