Prelude

"Come over," he said, "there are girls here that want to see you."
"What girls? Do I know them?"
"Nope, just some girls - come on!"
Reluctantly I caved to his request. Not because he asked - curiosity, intrigue and a little bit of boredom were my drinking buddies that night.
She comes over - seemingly very drunk and horny. Her pale skin damp and slightly shiny from the bar-sweat. Freckles. Red hair that goes on forever, like waves crashing on the shore endlessly. My interest was teased, tickled and by the end of the night her phone number was mine.

Smitten

We talked, laughed, shared and opened up to one another about ourselves. We kissed over and over again, satisfying our sexual tension from the last time's teaser. Perhaps too much so as we were left bare - not in skin, but in intimacy. As such, our relationship seemed to progress with lightning speed.

Confused - just as you let a shrapnel of light in...

But, there was something missing. Actually two things. First, it felt as though we couldn't hold a conversation without resorting to light petting to cover the overly-concious realisation that we don't match intellectually. It took me a while to figure out the second. Sex - there was none. It wasn't synchronising up - very intimate talks and touching, but... nothing, no progression.

Surprised

So I asked her, lo and behold she was a virgin in all manners of the word. An inexperienced, naive and most likely, scared girl. I wasn't totally taken by surprised, wasn't my first time around in this situation, but there was something different this time. I just didn't know what yet.

On the fence

These two obstacles stood firmly. Bothered me constantly and I kind of liked it - at first. I didn't think it would concern me as much as it does.
Now what?