Yeah. [She answers, as if in agreement with the -not-quite-statement, and it makes her laugh softly as she turns to face him, curling up a little on her side, her legs tangling together with his.]
That was... also my first time. [Since it obviously was for him. She probably should clarify it was her first time with a guy, but the distinction doesn't really matter too much.
She reaches out to move some of his hair out of his face and smiles faintly, feeling tired and a little sore, but in a way she doesn't find terrible. It feels... nice, this afterglow, this feeling of being able to touch and be touched without worrying too much about her abilities. He didn't flinch away from her and didn't make her feel like he was only tolerating it to be polite.]
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That was... also my first time. [Since it obviously was for him. She probably should clarify it was her first time with a guy, but the distinction doesn't really matter too much.
She reaches out to move some of his hair out of his face and smiles faintly, feeling tired and a little sore, but in a way she doesn't find terrible. It feels... nice, this afterglow, this feeling of being able to touch and be touched without worrying too much about her abilities. He didn't flinch away from her and didn't make her feel like he was only tolerating it to be polite.]