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Honestly, when I had my fwb, I felt really loved. I liked being touched and told I was beautiful. I liked having her say things to me that no one else would say, at least that's what I thought at the moment.
Yet, as time passed, I lost more confidence and became self conscious with her. I looked at myself and wondered how my first girlfriend ever felt the same. I wondered how my fwb ever wanted to touch me sexually. It was so confusing.
I liked going to her house because her mom didn't really bother us while we did it. While we were at my house, we had only two chances when my mom left the house. The rest was done behind closed doors.
I can remember tasting her for the first time. It wasn't a good taste. But I kept eating anyway.
