Accept The Things To Which Fate Binds You

After the harsh realities you saw in the master bedroom and in the walls, part of you wants to cry. But you don't want to worry Rebecca. You have to be strong. Not physically strong, but emotionally strong.

You can't change the way the world is. You just have to accept it.

You lay down on your bed, going to Rebecca, hugging her. "The flowers are in the walls. I can't get to them without tearing the walls down. And chances are, even if I did, that would probably do nothing." You sigh. "But at least, at least I'm not alone, I remember how I flailed about in the past, and I don't want to do that again. I don't think freaking out will help here."

Rebecca whispers in your ear. "The flowers really are problematic. But focusing on it won't change anything." She leans in and kisses you. "If the flowers are messing with our biology, we'll just have to either get used to them or learn to live with them. I mean, we can do that now. I mean, I tended to think that I'd wait until the third date. But... but magical flowers and all. But I... I sort of need to tell you something. Something a bit embarrassing. I'm a virgin."

You can't help but laugh, but you quickly think of how to spin the irregular reaction. "I mean, are you serious? A woman as beautiful as you, a virgin?" You'd laughed, because you expected her to tell you something you didn't know. But now you could figure out the question that had bugged you since you'd seen the word virgin in the app.

"Yes. Although, I've seen enough porn to know where all the bits and pieces go. I've fingered both my... vagina and my butt. But I've never really had sex before. Growing up, I was always chubby, downright fat at times. I was a late bloomer, only really growing out around 15. And then I started running around the same time, and I just sort of looked up one day to realize that I didn't hate the way I looked any more. But the guys I grew up with, the pain was still there, the memories of the harsh glances or the apathetic glazed ones. So I never really invested any time in any of them, until I could go to college, leave the small town where I grew up."

"And then... I don't know, I kept putting it off. I started getting into odd fetishes like bdsm stuff, and I just sort of, well I never really felt the need to find a one night fling, when I had feelings for somebody so close. I know my story might not be believable..."

You kiss her, ending the story prematurely. You wanted to hug her, tell her it was all ok. That you'd had many similar experiences, even if you'd had a couple of girlfriends. Nobody has a perfect life, but the two of you seem to have had similarly flawed ones. Your kiss goes on for a while, until you look her in the eyes.

"It's ok. I'll be gentle. I didn't mean to hurt you like that, to make you remember. I didn't mean to make you seem weird." You also smile sheepishly. "I'm also sorry for never seeing it sooner. A normal guy would've probably swept you off your feet ages ago. So I guess if you're weird, I'm just as weird. And we can be weird together."

With that, you reach up, pulling off your shirt. "Now I know we never got those dates in. If we ever get out, I'll take you on as many as you want. But I think we both want this."

She bites her lip, nodding. So you lean up off the bed, and take off your pants. Your underwear is already stretched, and as Rebecca watches, you pull down your underwear, revealing your hard cock to her.