A soft opening

Your girlfriend's deft hands quickly work the fastenings on your pants and begin the slow descent down your legs. As you watch your pants fall, you know the only thing now between your dick and the girl of your dreams is your underwear. Your mind snaps suddenly and somewhat strangely to Deshawn. How he towered over you and how he made Rachel laugh. How he seemed to exude testosterone and virility.

Worry suddenly grips you. Rachel is miles out of your league. What would she say if you didn't live up to her expectations? What if you're not able to satisfy her? Is that why she's been so **** to move your relationship into the bedroom? Your already diminished boner relaxes as your mind panics. Blood retreats from your groin while your face grows hot with blush.

Rachel pulls your underwear down, finding your body has suddenly grown impotent and unexcited. Her warm hand grips your flaccid dick with a bit more firmness than expected, "What's wrong, baby? A little stage fright?" She looks up at you, half pleadingly and half perturbed. She stands somewhat abruptly before continuing with a bit more of a demanding tone. "I thought you were excited for a special night?"

Over several minutes you attempt to explain your apparent issues and that you would love to continue. You feel the night, and the opportunity before you slipping away.

"Ok, well why don't you try? The little guy doesn't seem to care much for me." Her demeaning tone lashes out at you. She's clearly annoyed at the inconvenience. She drops a bottle of lube in your lap expectantly, "Well? ...Go on..."

You pick up on her suggestion, your mind wrapped in confusion. You slowly deposit some of the cold jell into your hand. Rachel remains stationary above you, watching intently. You timidly begin to work the lube over your flaccid dick. Rachel turns and strikes a pose, putting her panty clad ass on full display for you. She continue to turn a number of times as you helplessly and eagerly pump at your manhood. Your girlfriend glares at you, but her look is different than you expected. She holds herself with confidence and authority. You even detect a small smirk.

The minutes roll by with few results. "Look, I get it, this is a big deal for you. I guess stage fright shouldn't be a huge surprise." She struts to her closet, pulling out a long silk robe. Wrapping herself and hiding away her beauty from you, she ushers you from the room, prematurely calling it a night.