I'm a virgin. I know that, but my boyfriend Suguru doesn't. We've been together for months now, and he still remains unaware of my lack of experience. It's not like I deliberately hid it from him... Well, at the start I did. Mainly because I didn't want to steer him away from me. But over time I just never brought it up because I didn't know how, and the topic never naturally came up. We hadn't had sex yet, and I wasn't sure when he planned to start making those kinds of moves. I always figured it would be a problem for future me to explain that I actually had no idea what I was doing when it came to that kind of thing.

Turns out future me arrived much sooner than expected.

We were watching a movie together, a peaceful evening at his place. I didn't pick up on the signs at first - his hand sliding up and down my thigh, fingers lingering on my upper thigh for longer than necessary, dipping to my inner thigh before retreating. Or when he pulled me in close beside him and 'absentmindedly' slid his hand under my shirt to rub light circles on my belly. It was only when he pulled me onto his lap and began kissing me with a little too much heat and passion that I realized something was definitely up.

When he pulled away, he must have read the panic in my eyes immediately. He tilted his head slightly, concern evident in his features. "Is something the matter, my angel?" he asked softly. And as quickly as everything started, the truth came tumbling out of me, words pouring forth faster than my brain could process them.

After my hastily fumbled explanation of my lack of experience, Suguru blinked a few times to process the rapid-fire words, then smiled up at me sweetly. "Ah, you should've told me this sooner, sweetheart," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before kissing my cheek. "We can go upstairs and I can teach you everything you need to know," he whispered softly in my ear.