Chapter Twelve
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She was nervous, excited, and fearful. The one thing she wasn’t was worried. She didn’t know what to expect. The few X-rated movies she’d rented gave her something of an idea of what was going to happen. But those scenes were staged. To a point, faked. This, however, was real, and why she was excited.
The fearful part was more self-deprecating. She feared not being able to perform, or perform adequately. She feared disappointing him. Plus, she feared she wouldn’t feel the wonderful extremes she’d read about. The orgasm, or at least something resembling it.
And yet, the one thing she knew she should be worried about was not even an issue. And that was how she’d react when he touched her. Because she knew there would be no ugly darkness, no stomach-churning revelatio
