You took the train to visit a mutual friend, you and your girlfriend did, but really a lot of the allure of the visit was getting to be alone together at night.\n\nThe walls of the tent are pretty thin, though.\n\n\n[[make out]]\n[[take off her clothes]]

You rub against each other for a while, which you're starting to really get into. It's a new experience for both of you.\n\n[[Your girlfriend thinks she hears something.]]

You want to have sex with your high school girlfriend. (Nota bene: You are also in high school.)\n\n\nYour location is:\n\n[[hotel room]]\n[[school bus]]\n[[tent (your backyard)]]\n[[tent (a friend's backyard)]]\n[[your girlfriend's bedroom (floor)]]\n[[your bedroom (bed)]]\n[[drive-in movie theater]]\n

Your girlfriend, understandably, doesn't want to risk more. So that's that.

Your girlfriend has this habit of saying she wants something 'a little' when she wants it [[a lot]]. You guess you're picking it up.

Your door doesn't lock but your parents know not to open it without asking first. (They probably know [[you're fucking]], but as long as neither you nor they nor your girlfriend mention it, you can pretend everything is normal and chaste.)

you're in your bedroom, and you should really attend to your girlfriend.\n\ncongrats on the sex!

CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER: \n\nYour eyes are: [[blue|blue eyes]], [[brown|brown eyes]]

You flip through your iPod. Something loud enough to drown out any noise, but not something that will kill the mood. Not that music that will kill the mood has necessarily stopped you before.\n\n[[Is This It - The Strokes]]\n\n[[With Love And Squalor - We Are Scientists]]\n\n[[Oh No - OK Go]]

Eventually you come. It's not as good as it has been in the past, with mechanical aid, but it's enough.\n\nThe rest of the movie doesn't make sense without any context, and the window's too fogged up to see it anyway, so you cuddle. She runs her hands through your <<$hair>> hair. Then you drive her home, and go home yourself.

Probably you think she can help because you get too distracted to move your fingers after a certain point which is still significantly before the point when you orgasm.\n\nIt's driving you crazy, you're pretty sure. \n\nYou don't even know what it would feel like to go past that. You [[want to]].

She looks into your <<$eyes>> eyes. Both of you are nervous and both of you are incredibly horny.\n\nShe reaches to your waist, then under your clothes. You bite back a moan.\n\nTo be honest, it feels good, but it doesn't feel [[that much better]] than when she was above your clothes.

Your sister is having friends over at your parents' house, which kind of ruins your plans to sleep with your girlfriend there. \n\nSo you have to go out.\n\nIf only there was something to do in small-town upstate New York. Besides her, you mean.\n\nThankfully, there is one option: the drive-in movie theater. You have your parents' car, and a newly-minted license, and it's about five minutes away from [[your girlfriend's]] house.

You climb on top of her and start making out with her and rubbing against her. You're both really into it. The music is loud, so you feel ok with making some quiet noises of appreciation. \n\n[[ask her to touch you]]

If you make too much noise, you'll wake someone up, and then you'll have to stop. So you're very quiet when you moan. Maybe next time you should just arch your back [[silently|stay quiet]]. Make sure you don't knock off any blankets if you try that, though.

<<silently>>\n<<$eyes = "blue">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYour eyes are <<$eyes>>.\n\nYour hair is: [[blue|blue hair]], [[brown|brown hair]]

By now the windows have fogged up, and it's gotten pretty dark out anyway.\n\nThe real problem is one of geometry - the back seat is about four feet long, and you're both about five and a half feet tall. Eventually, you lean diagonally across the seat, and your girlfriend is on top of you, since it's easier for her to come that way. \n\nBoth of you remove just enough clothing to make [[access]] possible. You're wearing a skirt, which makes it a little easier. You don't take your shirt off this time.

You take off her shirt, and then her bra. (It looks like she's worn one of her nicer ones. You only know what her bras look like from half-imagined descriptions she gives you, written in her diary entries. You remember this one, though, because the first time you tried to take it off you had never encountered a bra that clasped in the front, and she kept trying to describe twisting the clasp open, but you couldn't see what you were doing and she eventually just did it for you.)\n\nThe bra she's wearing.... wait, no. The bra which [[she was wearing]], but which is now thrown to the floor on one side of the tent, is blue and purple.

So you stay quiet, as she does things which turn you on more and more, as you do the same for her. \n\nYou're pretty sure everyone else on the bus is asleep. You want [[more|don't get caught]]. \n\n

You hate asking, but you hate not being touched more. "Please," you whisper, though once [[she starts]] it's really more of a moan.

You actually lost your virginity to this, because you love irony. Even years later, you can't listen to The Modern Age without having a Pavlovian physical reaction. \n\nWhich is to say, turning it on turns [[you|turns you on]] on now.

There are four of you in the hotel room, actually. You, your girlfriend, two other friends in the marching band.\n\nThey gender-segregate the rooms to avoid any [[inappropriate behavior]] on the marching band trips, but, uh. Thanks, heteronormativity?

After she comes, it's your turn. You lie in the car and masturbate while she tries to help. You've figured out orgasms by now, but you didn't bring your vibrator this time, which makes it [[a little]] harder.

You think maybe you're going to come. Then you know it.\n\n[[oh god]]

This is where you both shared your first kiss. \n\nYou'd been cuddling for hours, tracing patterns on each other's arms, all the while ignoring the rocks and branches through the thin tent floor. You weren't sure how your faces would fit together. Your girlfriend brushed a lock of your <<$hair>> hair out of your face, so you could stare into her eyes with your own <<$eyes>> eyes. \n\nYou were content then. Which is not to say you didn't want more. But you were scared, and couldn't really even articulate what you wanted.\n\n\nYou're pretty sure that the walls of this tent are literally too thin for you to make any noise that won't be overheard. \n\nYour parents could walk by at any moment. \n\nIt's not worth the risk. [[Is it?]]

[[you shatter]]

There are two beds and four people.\n\nThe other two girls don't share a bed. Maybe that's because you and your girlfriend do, and it makes them uncomfortable?\n\nYou don't realize that until years later, though. For the moment: You're sharing a bed with your high school girlfriend and she is the world to you, and you want to [[touch her]].

Your mind is [[one-track]].

You notice that the bed is very white, and your hair provides a stark <<$hair>> contrast. \n\nIt feels [[okay]].

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Eventually, you whisper to her that it's enough, for now. You guess that's that.

There's no power at your house, so you're staying with her. \n\nThe walls are thin and [[her parents]] have already walked by once or twice.

You don't dare do anything that feels good. What if you're too loud, or too overt? \n\nYou [[don't know how]], anyway.

[[slowly return to earth]]

So it's scramble to find clothes, she scrambles back into her bed, and you are left alone and wanting just in the nick of time, as [[her mother peeks in]] to see both of you feigning sleep in bed, your <<$hair>> hair peeking out of your sleeping bag, your girlfriend hiding her semi-nudity under the covers.

<<silently>>\n<<$hair = "blue">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYour eyes are <<$eyes>>.\n\nYour hair is <<$hair>>.\n\nYour breasts are [[confusingly tender]].

But you can't, not like this.\n\nSo that's that.

You're on your way home from another varsity competition. (YES, marching band counts as a varsity sport.)\n\nIt's probably around 1am and you think everyone else on the bus is asleep - it was a tiring performance. You're not asleep yet and ready for another kind of tiring performance, you think. \n\nYou have two blankets and two jackets covering both of you in a giant lump.\n\nYour girlfriend pulls at [[your neck]] with her mouth, licking and sucking.

You eat some funnel cake but the first movie of the double feature, while not bad, isn't exactly memorable. So you turn off the radio and sit in the back seat together [[talking]] for a while.

The music video for "Invincible" has a lot of seemingly ordinary items going up in fiery explosions. Which you think sets an appropriate mood.\n\n[[undress]]

Or, in other words, you haven't come before, so you probably aren't going to now.\n\nIt's still [[sex|whisper to her]], though.

It's a weekend senior year, and your girlfriend is over at your place. You've only been dating a few months, since you broke up with your ex. You're a little older and hopefully a little wiser, but at least equally horny.\n\n[[turn on some music]]

Or [[making out]].

You guess that's that.

[[She joins you]] in your sleeping bag on the floor - easier for her to escape to the safety of her bed should one of you fall asleep, since her panic at nearing discovery will fuel motion.

Emboldened, you try using your mouth. \n\nEventually, you are both topless, it's 5am, and the sun is starting to rise. You were supposed to be sleeping.\n\nYou want more, but you're exhausted. Your girlfriend wants to [[go to sleep]].

You really think you should both [[undress]].

Or touching each other [[through your clothes]].

<<silently>>\n<<$hair = "brown">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYour eyes are <<$eyes>>.\n\nYour hair is <<$hair>>.\n\nYour breasts are [[confusingly tender]].

You want to, but you shouldn't. \n\nYou guess that's that.

They're pretty strict and her mom thinks it's a phase that she likes girls. \n\nBeing caught [[in flagrante delicto]] with her would be a problem for both of you.

You typically keep your eyes closed when you kiss her - it's easier for you to focus that way. \n\nHer hair is longer than yours, and a darker shade of <<$hair>>. You brush it out of her face as the two of you lie atop your sleeping bags and continue to make out.\n\n\nYou want [[more|take off her clothes]].

"I should have known that this would happen from the start..." \n\nYou're pretty sure that you knew you'd fall in love with your girlfriend the first time the two of you met. Even though you were with your ex at the time. She's exactly your type - a hopeless nerd, just like you.\n\nEven nerds go through puberty, though.\n\n[[undress]]

Her breasts are smaller than yours (but still good), her nipples small and hard. You run your fingers along them. She shudders. You [[keep going]].

You [[moan]].

You take off your shirts - neither of you wears a bra to sleep - and for a while all you can notice is how warm and present she is next to you. Then you both [[take off some more clothes]].

Back to the current moment, then. You're naked and your girlfriend is naked and your bed is squeaky which is why the music is turned up all the way. You brush some of your <<$hair>> hair out of your <<$eyes>> eyes. \n\nHer body looks a little different than yours, than your ex's, but you're used to it by now.\n\n[[climb on top of her]]\n\n[[ask her to touch you]]

To get a little Shakespearian: ay, there's the rub.\n\n(Or, not, as the case may be.)\n\nYou've never actually made yourself come, so why do [[you think she can]] do it?

<<silently>>\n<<$eyes = "brown">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYour eyes are <<$eyes>>.\n\nYour hair is: [[blue|blue hair]], [[brown|brown hair]]

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You drag her right hand between your legs, and whisper in her ear. "Please."\n\n"Are you sure?"\n\n[[yes]] or [[no]]?

The fantastic thing about your girlfriend, something that you didn't predict ahead of time, is that her extensive experience with video game controllers has made her really good at moving her hands quickly.\n\nThis translates directly and very effectively to [[your clitoris]].

Your girlfriend says it's not, so you guess that's that.

She writhes a little but does not moan. You can't wake up the others. \n\nShe touches you too, eventually. You don't dare actually undress each other, in case you have to move suddenly. But you can certainly attempt to go [[under each other's pajamas]].