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"Are you sure you want to?" His face was only a few inches away from mine. I nodded my head to indicate yes.
"I'll make it fun for you." He slid himself down my torso, and as he ran his hands up and down my chest he unbuttoned my pants with his teeth. I was a little worried because I thought he was going to expect me to return the favor, so I paid close attention to everything he was doing, which wasn't a whole lot because I didn't take very long to finish. Before I could even really think about what I was going to do he was reaching onto his nightstand for a tube of KY jelly.
"Flip over for me, Nick. This is going to hurt a little, but you're going to have to do it eventually, I'll be gentle." I flipped over.
The walk home from someone's room or apartment after a night of sex is known as "the walk of shame" especially on college campuses. From personal experience the walk of shame is particularly shameful when you are walking a little bit funny. I saw Morris a few more times, but he wasn't looking for a relationship, and even though I wanted to, I couldn't just sleep around. It didn't feel good to me, I just wanted one person to care about, who would care for me.