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I feel like I’m floating. Is this what they mean bypost coital bliss? “Hmm?”
He chuckles. “I asked if you’re okay.”
“I’m more than okay. I’m perfect.”
He chuckles. “I’m glad to hear it.” He leans in to kiss me. “I’m feeling pretty perfect, too.”
We lie there holding each other for quite a while. He’s still inside me, but gradually his erection softens and begins to slip out. He finally withdraws and sits up to remove the condom.
I sit up, too, intending to go to the bathroom, but instantly I have a huge dilemma. I’mnaked. Do I put something on—maybe my underwear or T-shirt—or do I walk confidently out of the room and pretend I’m not feeling self-conscious about my nudity? I’ve never been naked in front of someone before.
When I glance down at my inner thigh, I see a smear of blood.
Oh, my God.Proof of my virginity.
Philip notices what I’m looking at and says, “Wait here. I’ll bring you a wet washcloth.”
He walks out the door bare-ass naked, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. A moment later, the toilet flushes and I hear the faucet running. He returns shortly after with a warm, wet washcloth, which he hands to me.
“Thanks.” I think I might cry.
I’ve heard other girls tell absolute horror stories about how their partners acted after they lost their virginity. Some made light of it, some bragged. One girl said the guy she was with asked if he could film them having sex. I know with certainty Philip would never do any of those things.
“Are you hurting?” he asks.
“Not really, but I do feel an ache deep inside.”
He nods. “That’s normal.” He goes to his duffle bag, I presume to retrieve something to wear, giving me his back—and some much needed privacy.
After quickly wiping the blood from my thigh, I jump up and head for the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Once I’m in the bathroom, I close the door and sink down on the toilet and shake from the chilly air hitting my bare skin. I’m feeling so many emotions at once.I just had sex for the first time. Philip and I have taken our relationship to a whole new level. I’m not a virgin anymore.
But mostly I’m feeling relief.
We finally did it.
Chapter 23 – Philip
I put on a pair of boxers and sit on the bed to wait for Haley to return from the bathroom. I think our first time together went pretty well. At least she didn’t run screaming from the room swearing to never let me touch her again. But afterward, she was so quiet and withdrawn. I think seeing the little bit of blood on her thigh freaked her out.
I hope I didn’t fuck this up. I wanted to wait. I was afraid she wasn’t ready, but she seemed so sure.
I listen for sounds coming from the bathroom, but she’s pretty quiet in there. Hopefully, she’s not regretting what we did. A moment later, I hear the toilet flush, soon followed by the sound of water running in the sink.
The bathroom door opens, and I hear her quiet footsteps as she heads back to my room. I brace myself for whatever’s coming next. Hopefully it’s not tears. To my surprise, she’s standing in my bedroom door with a shy smile on her face.
She’s also beautifully, gloriously naked, and the sight of her makes my heart slam into my chest wall.
“Haley.” I swallow hard. “You look stunning.”
Her smile widens.
“Everything’s okay?” I ask.
Nodding, she closes the door and walks over to the bed. “I want to sleep here tonight, with you.”
Relief surges through me.She’s okay.I reach for her hand and pull her down beside me. “I’d love that.”
