I had never really given sex much thought. See, I am very shy and led a very sheltered life. At least, until I met him.
We had met online, on one of those message boards. I can't remember why, but we had started talking and he sent me a message introducing himself. Out of boredom, we started chatting. Soon we became fast friends, and a few months after we started talking I realized that I had a crush on him.
We had been talking about me coming to visit for a while, but as far as I knew, it was only a joke, despite the fact that I'd love nothing more than to meet him. Some time later, I told him that I liked him....and was shocked to find out that he liked me, too. We continued talking, and soon we fell in love. This time we began making plans to meet for real. It was tricky to play -- I'm only 19, and we live a considerable distance apart. But finally, I found myself boarding a plane to be with him.
I arrived at the airport, and there he was, waiting for me. I wanted to rush over and hug him, but my shyness gripped me and all I managed to do was smile and say hi. One of his friends was there as well, and she drove us to his house. He helped me with my suitcase and invited her in, but she declined, saying she had work to do. Together we dragged my suitcase up into the guest bedroom, and then he invited me into his room.
I entered timidly and took a seat on his desk chair; he hopped on the bed. We sat like that, chatting idly for a while...or rather, he talked while I occassionally replied. I think that over a course of three hours I said about ten words. We watched some TV together, and I knew he was trying to relax me and put me at ease; he knew all about my shyness and knew that I was very nervous. Finally, he clicked off the television and pushed his bedroom door shut all the way. He took my hand in his, and looking me in the eye, pulled me gently off the chair and onto the bed next to him. He held me in a tight hug, and there we sat for about 10 minutes.