I was in my bedroom with a girl I met not too long ago. We didn't waste any time; we both knew what we were there to do.
As she slithered out of her clothes, I began to have second thoughts. The more I thought about what were were going to do, the more disgusted and out of it I became. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a curt "Get on top of me."
I did and began going through the motions. I distinctly remember the television being turned on and an Eddie Murphy movie playing. This was the first time I rolled off of her.
I told her to give me a minute and began watching the movie. After a few minutes, I talked myself into the mood, thinking it could be fun.
I turned toward her and asked "Are you a screamer?" She replied "Only if it's good."
So, I started kissing her down her body, starting with her ear and moving slowly downward. When I got to her neck I could feel her pulse quicken and hear her breath coming in short gasps. I kissed my way down to her chest and let my hands do some roaming. I heard a soft moan escape her lips. When I moved down to her navel I stopped and laid my head on her flat stomach. I said in somewhat of a whisper "I can't do this."
The conversation that ensued is fuzzy. I do remember I ended up attempting to fall asleep with her in my arms.
I thought about asking her to leave because I couldn't go to sleep in this uncomfortable position. As I worked up the courage to ask her, she quietly turns to me and asks "Could you sleep on the floor please?" With a surprised look I said "Okay", grabbed a balnket, and moved to the floor. I laid there pondering what just happened as I slowly faded off to sleep.
