She gave me a soft smile, shook her head, and got back to work. She was right, though, I probably should be in the nurse’s office. I was just hoping I had the guts to go through with this.
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I very hesitantly knocked on Anthony’s back door. Even though he lived a block over, we thought it would be wiser for me to use the backdoor instead of the front, just in case somebody we knew walked by.
I watched as the door opened.
“Hi Melanie, come on in.”
I stepped inside and we walked through a small hallway, past the washer and dryer, and into the kitchen.
“Do you want something to eat, or drink?”
Eat? Do you want me to vomit all over you?
“No thank you, I’m fine.”
A few moments of very awkward silence passed.
“Would you like to… ummm… watch TV?”
Oh my, God Anthony, are you trying to kill me?
“No, let’s just… you know… ummm…”
“Okay Melanie, I’ve got to be honest with you, it normally doesn’t happen like this. I’ve never had a girl just show up at my back door and then want to get laid, you know?”
I looked down feeling deeply embarrassed.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
“I’m sorry Anthony, I… you know… this is my first time and I… I… have no idea how this is supposed to work… and I’m incredibly nervous, but I didn’t mean to weird you out or make you feel uncomfortable… it’s just that…”
I was seconds from breaking into tears.
He took my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Melanie stop. It’s okay, and I’m sorry. C’mon, follow me.”
He continued to hold my hand as he led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I would love to describe their furnishings, decorations, and wall colors, but honestly, I didn’t even look. I felt nauseous and dizzy and I was hoping I wouldn’t pass out as we walked up the stairs and into his bedroom.
We faced each other and looked into the other’s eyes for several seconds.
“I’m going to get undressed in the bathroom,” he said. “Why don’t you get undressed and then get under the covers, okay?”
“Okay.”
I watched as he walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind him.
I very quickly removed my clothes, slid under the covers, and pulled the blankets up to my neck, making sure none of my naked body was exposed.
And I waited… and waited… and waited… and waited… and waited…
It was probably only about a minute, but it felt like hours.
Finally, the door opened, and Anthony walked into the room naked, carrying a towel.
I questioningly looked at the towel in his hand, and then back up at him.
“It’s for if you… you know…”
“I understand,” I said softly.
I also looked at his penis. It seemed kind of long and sorta thick, but I didn’t really have a base of reference to judge it by. I then remembered Jenna and Erica very shamelessly discussing the size of their boyfriend’s cocks at lunch and I recalled them saying they had even measured them.
I tried to make an educated guess. Did Anthony look like he was five inches, or six inches, or…
Anthony’s voice broke me out of my deep reflection.
“Can you slide over Melanie?”
I very quickly slid to the far edge, and he pulled the covers back, while still ensuring that my naked body was still covered. He then laid the towel down in the middle of the bed.