My Best Friend is a Virgin
I want his first time to be special.
You’re the sweetest, sexiest man I know.
You’re also a virgin, but even though we’ve been best friends for five years, you did not tell me this; someone else did.
When I found out, my heart skipped a few beats, and the low-burning flame of desire for you that I’ve been hiding in my belly spread into a raging wildfire. That was a year ago.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the things I’d like to do to you since.
You’re old-fashioned, in the rarest and best kind of way. You’re not religious or morally superior. You’ve chosen this because sex feels intimate to you, and you want to share yourself with the person you know will be yours forever.
They did not tell me this part; I just know you. I find this insane, endearing, and amazing all at once.
I wish I knew if I could be your person.
We have our late-night dinner at The Retro Diner. It’s something we like to do together once a week. Usually, we split an appetizer and dessert, which tides us over as we laugh and chat past midnight.
Tonight, I see something different in your eyes. You’re slightly quiet, and you’re looking at me with an intensity I’ve not seen before. I can tell…
