I pulled out of him and wiped his face with the bed sheet.
??You??re crying again.??
??I??m sorry,?? he said with a sniff. ??I can??t help it.??
??Don??t be sorry. I think it??s adorable.??
??I think it??s embarrassing.??
??Sex is always a little embarrassing.??
??You don??t seem to be embarrassed.??
But I am, I thought. More than you know. ??I don??t???
??No. You seem perfectly confident to me.??
I laughed a little. ??I??m glad you think so.??
Sean propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me. ??Tell me about the first time you had sex with a man.??
I groaned. ??You don??t want to hear about that.??
??I do. Tell me.??
I pulled Sean into my arms and told him a story of passionate, gentle lovemaking between an introverted sixteen-year-old and a handsome high-school senior. It was touching and funny and even a little raunchy. It was also a total lie. My first sexual experience was a disaster and something I had no intention of ever discussing with anyone.