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Crossing The Finish Line

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Saying that you were inexperienced, would be the biggest understatement anyone could ever make. You tried doing a couple things on yourself but you couldn't seem to get yourself to the finish line. You tried reading articles online and following their instructions on how to get yourself off but it just didn't work, and you really wanted it to work. You even tried watching porn, but it only made you even more frustrated and in need of a release. Eventually, after many occasions of trying and trying for what felt like years, you decided to just give up and live the rest of your days being sexually frustrated. It also didn't help that you were a virgin, and had no clue as to what being pleasured was supposed to feel like or a reference point in what to do.

Luckily for you, your troubles of not being able to release some of the pent up frustration was finally going to come to an end. You and Harry had been together for a little over 7 months now and you two hadn't had sex or anything past a make out session on the couch. Neither of you thought that you two having or not having sex would be the end all be all of the relationship. But even though you two had this resolve, it didn't stop you or Harry for that matter from having a few (well, more like a lot) explicit thoughts cross your minds. The only difference between you and Harry with this was the fact that he could easily ease the tension between his legs. Unfortunately for you, the same thing couldn't be said.

Now not only did you have a huge problem in the department of getting off, you also weren't doing so well when it came to timing. This meant that you couldn't stop yourself from spilling the beans on your problem to Harry when the thoughts were flowing through your mind. Earlier in the day, Harry had invited you over to cook dinner together at his place. The last thing you were going to do was turn down having dinner with your boyfriend, so when you got off from work you went straight to your place to freshen up a little before going right to Harry's. While you two were doing your thing in the kitchen, you could feel yourself getting worked up. 

You didn't know if it was a "love boner" from being with the man who you could confidently say was the love of your life, or from the way his shirt was practically bursting at the seams. Either way, you were going crazy just from standing near him. It was like your body was pulsating. With you, simply addressing the way you were feeling in your mind only intensified those feelings. Which led you to telling Harry exactly how you felt. A temporary yet comfortable lull fell upon you and Harry, with the only sound coming from the sizzling pan on the stove and the soft hum of the music coming from the speakers. Leaving you to get caught up in your thoughts, which led to you just blurting them out all together.

"You turn me on." You sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter. In that moment, you didn't know whether you were hot from the the heat of the stove, or from being sexually frustrated.

"Ditto." Harry chuckles, keeping his attention trained on the food in front of him.

"No Harry, like I'm being serious." You continue, trying to get your point across while tiptoeing around the centre of it all. You didn't know exactly what you were trying to say. You didn't know if you were trying to tell him that you wanted him to take care of you where you needed him the most, or if you were trying to tell him that you'd never experienced an orgasm before. You were just going to have to play this one by ear, because you had no idea on where this sudden conversation was going.

"And I'm being serious too. M'gonna have carpal tunnel if I keep hanging around you." He says suggestively, turning his head towards you and sending a quick wink your way.

"Well I don't have that luxury Harry." You smartly say back, bringing your glass up to your lips and taking a long sip from your iced water in an attempt to cool yourself off.