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The first time I’d shown my d**k to a girl, at age fourteen, had been pretty awkward. Topping that was the afternoon I lost my virginity to Louise Beckett a couple of years later, when I’d had no clue what to do with my tool in relation to a female—though, that soon changed.
Neither of those equated to the nerves that’d kicked in at the thought of finally getting Brook in my room—and then she’d gone and planked on me, making it a hundred times worse.
Brook had never seemed uncomfortable around me before—not even the first time we hooked up after she’d returned home from the k********g. A coffee had led to a kiss; the kiss had led to an afternoon in a hotel room. Every meeting since had ended up as heated as the first.
Whatever had been bugging her when she’d called obviously hadn’t a
