I am so anxious about offending you. I think my body looks okay, but you might be expecting more. People tell me I look nice and how small boobs are fun, and my pussy looks ‘neat’.
But you are much more experienced, you write so beautifully, and you are friends with lots of people.
But now there’s no place to hide. I am in your bed, naked, waiting. And you will want to do sexual things to me.
Suddenly it’s real. You giggle as I seek you out and then comes the serious, quiet part.
A scream. Was that me?
