My legs tremble as I slowly part my thighs and my breath hitches. Oh my gosh, am I really about to do this?
I swallow dryly, squeezing my eyes shut as inch by inch my hand slides down the longest path, from my stomach to my aching core, with a hopeful promise of release. I try to relax my mind and calm my nerves with a long, deep intake of oxygen, but suddenly, my hand comes to a halt, a cold sweat coating my entire body like glue. The sensation of my own fingers doing what only he has ever done to me is so foreign it's almost.... repulsive.
I-I can't do this.
Unsurety.
Self-doubt.
What am I doing?
My competence comes into question.
A single thought is playing through my mind incessantly, refusing to disappear like the other unwanted images. Will this make me a hypocrite?
Before I
