Confessions of a Cat-holic (117)

I closed my eyes as I slowly crawled onto his bed. I didn't blanket myself and quietly anticipated his kiss. I thought he would be hugging me in bed with a bit of touching and body exploration. Afterall, we were teenagers and should be curious enough about opposite sex. I was expecting that he would come over and roll over my body and get a little bit crazy.

I didn't want to initiate any first moves, because I knew that could be deemed as a signal for him to get more intimate than what was acceptable and comfortable. I wanted to lay next to him and see what he would do next. I wanted to act a bit reserved, not to scare him away as well. Neither of us knew what to do, and I surely had no idea how to seduce my boyfriend, in bed especially.

A bit of touching and body exploration was okay, if not getting each other naked. I had never seen a man's dick and I wanted to see his too, after feeling its elongation like a geoduck clam so many times. But to my surprise, he had no intention to get intimate with me at all.

Five minutes had passed. Neither of us made a first move. He was just sitting on his chair and I was still laying on his bed. I closed my eyes and pretended to have a nap so I could give him another chance to come over on me.

Tik tok, tik tok, tik tok. Some 20 minutes had passed and he sat still like a rock with no intention to make any moves to crawl over me. Was there something wrong with me? Was it my red pullover from Armani Exchange that pushed him away? Did I have bad breath? Did I stink? What was wrong with me? Obviously, he didn't want to get intimate with me in his place.

Some 45 minutes had passed. He didn't even leave his chair for a sip of water. He was just sitting there idling the entire time. He was not checking his phone, not browsing his computer nor reading any book and magazines. He sat idle for the whole time, just to avoid any physical touch with me.

Towards the end of the hour since I entered his room, I thought to myself in his bed, I was almost certain that he was not going to make out with me. Afterall, he respected me enough to leave me there. He was truly a nice, kind gentleman who would not even strip his girlfriend when alone in his room.

At that moment, I felt relieved. I thought that a guy like him could be extinct in this world. Now what, a nice, kind, respectful, and straight too, gentleman who was rich and good-looking would not even take away my virginity when circumstances allowed. I felt protected and pampered in his conservative manners and considerate attitudes.

An hour or so had passed. And since he didn't want to sexually offend me, I proposed that we should leave the room and have dinner in Causeway Bay down below where he lived. I was so happy to be in a relationship with such a righteous guy. He didn't even want to take advantage of me when I allowed him to do so. Any other guys would have taken the chance to have sex with me in the name of love. But he didn't.

And I knew that he wasn't gay. Because I could feel his erection when he kissed me. He was just doing what a gentleman would do, not coercing his girl to betray her religious commandments.

I felt that we had grown even closer with each other since then, although not physically but on a spiritual level. I felt that I trusted him more and I reckoned that he could somehow be that special guy and my Mr Right, although I was not sure what was holding him back to get to the next level of intimacy.

As we walked out of his apartment, we acted like nothing had happened, just as usual. And to be honest, it really was "nothing happened". We didn't take off our clothes, we didn't give each other a blow job, we didn't caress each other, he didn't squeeze my boobies, I didn't grab his dick. He didn't strip my pants off and I didn't unzip his jeans. We didn't even hug or kiss each other in his place.

Ever since then, I stopped calling Rex "bear bear". I called him "T-Rex". A guy like him must have been extinct billion years ago. And the most unbelievably ridiculous thing was that he somehow became my boyfriend.