It was about a week from the time Brent and I first arrived at my house together, we were sitting in the living room watching porn on our 7 foot wide projection tv. (which is pretty big to watch porn on!) Brent looked over at me and said,

"Are we gonna do this or not?"

I turned to him and I'm sure my face turned beet red when I said,

"So, here's the thing... If we would've just gone for it the day we got here, it would've been fine. Because I know that I know how to fuck. But the problem is now I like you! So now I care about how you feel! And...well, I'm not sure I know what to do."

Oh, I was so self conscious! He started grinning and it got bigger and bigger as I went on.

"So, if there's, um... something that you want me to do or do differently, you need to tell me, okay?"

He laughed. I started to laugh too.

"Well... I know I know how to fuck! But my experience with guys doesn't go much beyond that!"

"Okay... Alright." he said. "Come on over here and lets watch the movie."

I guess all week he had just been waiting for the go ahead from me because, after that, he didnt hesitate. We finished about the same time the movie did and then crumpled into each others arms on the couch. Out of breath and satisfied.

Brent said,"Well, you wanted a baby? You're pregnant!"

I smiled and said, "Thank you. You're dismissed."

He bounced straight up, turned to look at me and said, "WHAAAT?"

I started laughing and said, "I'm just kidding!"

Then we cuddled up and fell asleep.