The Object Of All My Desires ⚣

Was initiating s*x with someone you love always this difficult?

Vegas's Life question:

Was initiating s*x with someone you love always this difficult?

It had been 3 weeks since we had started dating and I just realized that we had not had s*x once since we got together. I know that it did not matter since we were now dating but for some reason I felt insecure due to lack of sexual activities between us. 

I think it was because of how sex was the one thing I knew I could never fail at. I knew exactly how to keep people happy and hungry for more. 

And I knew how madly I had fallen in love with Pete. 

I was undoubtedly in love with Pete; that man could command me to rip my heart out and present it to him, and I would do it for him. However, I was afraid that between the two of us I was the only person who felt this way and worse I was even more afraid of telling Pete how I felt about him. 

That I was insanely, irrevocably and blindly in love with him. 

I was afraid to tell Pete exactly how much i loved him. 

I have only been in love three times in my life, and it seemed to never work out any time those pesky 3 words escaped my mouth. The first time I was taken advantage of, as for the second time my insecurities forced me to destroy my relationship and the third time I gave up because I knew I had no chance.

The only reassuring thing I had was the fact that Pete and I were still at the start of our relationship, so I had time to figure out how to get over my insecurity.

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I was just getting ready to leave my class when Bright messaged me.

Bright - Hey! Our classes just ended. We are on our way.

Vegas - Same. See you at the restaurant.

As I exit the classroom, I am greeted by my favourite smiling face.

"Hey!" Pete greeted me in the cutest tone.

"Hey! Did you come to pick me up? I told you I had plans after class." I reply, feeling bad that Pete had made the effort.

"I know. I thought we could have a quick walk date until the intersection." Pete responded and began briefing me on something funny that happened during one of his classes.

When Pete had originally told me that dating him would mean that we would not have time to go on fun or super planned dates, I was not surprised by that given his schedule and that was okay with me. But Pete genuinely surprised me with the effort he made so that the two of us could spend time together, like waking up earlier so we could have a breakfast date, he made walking each other to our workplaces or classes another date activity, we would have study dates, and dinner dates; even talking while getting drinks from the vending machine was a date in Pete's view. I had perhaps had gone on more dates with Pete in three weeks than I had altogether in all the years combined. The simplicity and joy that came from the time that I spent with Pete made me fall more and more in love with him.

After I dropped him halfway to his work, I realized that I was already missing him. Just then, my phone vibrated, and it was Pete.

Pete - Also, can you please purchase the groceries today? („• ֊ •„) ♡

Pete - We are on our last rations ( > 〰 < )

Another thing I realized about Pete was that he was both incredibly bossy (perhaps even borderline neurotic) also incredibly cute, and that combination was lethal. Sometimes when he would get bossy and be cute like this I would get the urge to just bend him over and fuck him until our backs broke. Unfortunately, sex seemed like a faraway fantasy for the two of us. I had originally thought that if Pete and I ever got together that the two of us would be having non-stop sex day and night. We would ruin our bed sheets and be smelling of sex all the time. That I would get to fulfil all of my fucked up fantasies on Pete and that he would enjoy them as much as me.