I promise this story is clean.
So when I was in high school, my good friend A was dating a guy, and she encouraged me to date his brother. The brother was the type to change girlfriends every few weeks, so I knew it wouldn’t be anything serious, but A said it would be good practice and I could have some fun. This guy’s “name” was B. (I swear that’s actually their initials, I’m just not revealing full names).
B and I were doing massages in my basement one weekend, and we started kissing, feeling each other out a bit.
So I tentatively let my hands travel down his chest and into his pants.
I didn’t feel anything right away.
So I moved my hand to one side but found nothing there, so I travelled to the other side, and still nothing. Keep in mind we’re kissing the whole time, and I’m not very experienced, so I figured,
“I’m just not looking in the right places or the right way.”
I thought, “maybe it’s sticking downwards?”
So I went lower but I still couldn’t find anything.
By this time, I’m feeling rather embarrassed, but I’m not giving up that easily.