"I can see you thinking about something," he pointed out, glancing towards her out of the corner of his eye. "What's up?"

"What's on your mind?" He wondered, folding his hands over his stomach.

"Thanks. I'll be sure to put that on my Yelp page." He watched the ceiling as the oil lamp on the nightstand flickered, pausing. "Was it your first?"

"Was it what you expected, you think?" He asked, trying not to sound too delicate about it though it was a delicate question. The curiosity itself was about the act of sex at large, but it was also intimately personal to the fact that the only experience they both had was right now, with each other.

His eyebrows twitched upwards in surprise. "Damn, that... sounds awful."

He could feel the relief loosen up muscles he didn't know he'd been tensing. It wasn't outlandish to assume she had enjoyed herself, given all the live feedback, but still, the fear of that post-orgasm clarity telling a different story had been looming.
"I'm so glad," he related. "I mean, it sounds like it was a low bar to beat, but... I didn't want to be the only one having a good time. And it was a pretty great time."

There was silence between them for a beat, and then he asked, "Would you want to have more good times together? Maybe out on a date, sometime?"

"What's the worst thing that could happen?" He asked, trying to swallow down the sting by reminding himself it wasn't an outright rejection.

Feo sighed, pensive. "We wouldn't want that."

"I don't know," he admitted. "All I know is that I can't stop thinking about you. Maybe I'm going crazy, but it all just seems... worth it."