Brett and I talked all the time on the phone and via text. Work was still crazy-busy with my boss piling on more and more work. I managed to get away a few times to see Brett, meeting him for lunch. On Saturday night, we went to a dinner and a movie, ending the night in a serious make-out session on my couch. This time it was me that stopped us from going further. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, but I was nervous. I told him I had to get up early to meet my family for church. He left without an argument, promising to call me the next day. To be completely honest with myself, I was terrified to sleep with him. I was pretty sure he’d been with a ton of beautiful women who were way more experienced than I was and knew how to pleasure him. I could count on one hand the number of guys I had been with. I could count on one hand how many times I had given a guy a blow job. I didn’t want to be a disappointment to him. We met for lunch again the following Monday. He had packed a picnic and met me at the park.
