Shy No More

I could feel my pulse in my throat as I sat beside Priya on my couch. The movie credits were rolling, but neither of us moved to turn off the TV. Instead, I glanced at her and found she was already looking at me with those big brown eyes. We both quickly looked away, blushing. We'd been dating for months, two painfully shy souls orbiting each other. I knew I loved her. I also knew I wanted to make love to her. Summoning courage from some deep reserve, I gently took her hand. "Priya... would you like to stay a little longer?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper. She understood the unspoken meaning. Her cheeks turned pink, but she nodded. "I'd like that," she replied softly. My heart soared and pounded all at once. I stood on shaky legs and offered my hand to her. Fingers entwined, I led her to my bedroom down the hall, each step slow and tentative. In the gentle lamplight of my room, we faced each other unsure where to begin. Priya was fiddling with the hem of her sweater, and I realized my hands were trembling. I decided to be brave for both of us. I reached out and cupped her face, leaning in to place a delicate kiss on her lips. She sighed against my mouth, her hands coming up to rest on my chest where my heart thudded. "It's okay," I murmured, more to myself than her. With careful movements, we began to undress. I peeled off her sweater to reveal a lacy camisole underneath, her modest attempt to feel bold tonight. "You're so beautiful," I breathed, making her smile shyly. She helped me tug my t-shirt over my head, her fingers grazing my skin and leaving tingles in their wake. When we were down to our underwear, we hesitated, holding each other in a gentle embrace as if to gather strength. Priya was the one who broke the spell. She kissed me again, more firmly this time, and then reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. I exhaled in awe as it fell away, revealing her small, perfect breasts. She pressed herself to me, skin to skin, and I felt her nipples pebble against my chest. Desire flared through my nervousness. I guided us onto the bed, laying her down against the pillows. After sliding out of my boxers and her panties, I paused, drinking in the sight of her bare body for the first time. She bit her lip and nodded, eyes shining with trust and love. Slowly, I joined our bodies. The moment I entered her, Priya gasped and clutched at my shoulders. I froze, "Are you okay?" She nodded quickly, "Y-yes... just, go slow." So I moved with utter tenderness, each shallow thrust accompanied by soft whimpers from her and ragged breaths from me. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, and more intimate than anything I'd ever imagined. Our hands found each other, fingers lacing as we built a gentle rhythm. We kept our eyes locked, communication flowing in shy smiles and quiet moans. Gradually, our inhibitions melted away, replaced by pure feeling. Priya’s legs wrapped around my waist, urging me a little deeper. She let out a sweet cry as pleasure washed over her features. The sight of her surrendering to the feeling tipped me over the edge. I buried my face against her neck as I came, a low groan spilling from my lips. Afterward, I realized I was shaking—not from fear anymore, but from the intensity of what we'd shared. Priya noticed and drew me down to lie beside her. "I'm here," she whispered, stroking my hair. I pulled her close, our bodies still flush with warmth. Neither of us was shy in that moment. We had given ourselves completely, and as I felt her heart beating against mine, I knew we'd never have to be afraid with each other again.