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“So, Rose,” Greg tried to keep a casual tone, but his nervousness and anticipation showed in the way his hands shook slightly as they tangled in her long, pink curls, “Are we ever gonna- you know?” his face flushed as he shrugged, unwilling to be more direct.
Rose, called back from her daydreaming, smiled serenely at her favorite musician, “Are we going to what, Greg?” her eyebrow raised with light curiosity.
“Oh… well, you know? Like, go to bed together?” Greg chuckled, embarrassed.
“We're in bed, though?” Rose looked confused, raising up on one arm to watch him more closely.
“Oh, yeah, but what I mean was, um, sleep together?” Greg tried again.
“I don't need to sleep,” Rose shrugged, “I like to watch you sleep, you look so cute,” she stroked his cheek, “And you make really adorable sounds.”
Greg laughed “Leave it to you to like my snoring,” he found himself at ease again, reminded of her kindness, “But I'm trying to ask if we're going to have sex.”
Rose blinked in confusion, “Sex? I've heard of that… What is it?”
He laughed, shaking his head, of course she didn't know, there was still a lot she didn't know about humans, so there was no reason to be embarrassed, she wouldn't find this awkward, she was always just happy to understand more. It was something he loved about her. After a quick kiss on the lips, he smiled “It's gonna sound weird, but I can teach you.”
“Weirder than eating?” she asked, pulling him close on top of her, “That was really weird at first, but nice. Will this be nice too?”
“I think so,” Greg nodded, “Basically, you take off your clothes and get close and feel good. Like, you rub against each other, and I'll put my, um,” he blushed, “In your-”
Rose giggled, “Your what in my what??”
“Oh, wait-” Greg's eyes widened, “Do you have a-? I mean, um, Rose, I have a weird question.”
“What is it?”
“What's um, under your clothes? Like, here?” He let his hand hover just over part of her dress.
“That's where my legs go together,” she nodded, “Isn't it like that for you?”
“Well yeah, but that's not all that's there…” Greg blushed again, “I have, a, well, you know.”
“Oh, there's something else?” Rose looked fascinated.
“Yeah, um, have you heard of penises?” He asked hopefully.
“Yeah, that's what those funny drawings are, with the two circles and the longer part. Right?”
Greg laughed again, nuzzling against her chest, “Yeah, but that's also what I have, but it doesn't really look like that… can I just show you?”
“Of course,” Rose nodded, petting his long hair.
Wiggling off of her to kneel on the bed, Greg pulled down his pants, nodding as Rose giggled at his yellow boxers with the pineapples on them. Once he'd gotten his bottoms off, he took his flaccid penis in hand, its’ length barely extending past his palm, “This is a penis, I think usually they're a little bigger, but this is mine. And, um, these,” he indicated his testicles, “are what boys mean when they draw the circles…”
Rose smiled, cautiously reaching out to touch him, “You're beautiful, Greg, I like it. Thanks for showing me.”
He shivered at the touch and compliment, “Wow,” he breathed, feeling himself stiffen under her hand.
Rose’s eyes widened, “Is that supposed to happen?”
“Oh, yeah! It's good. That's what happens when it feels good,” his breath caught in his throat as Rose began gently squeezing and sliding her hand down his length.
She was watching carefully, trying to intuitively understand what to do. After wanting to for weeks before bringing it up, Greg didn't last long under her attention. Yet another look of confusion graced her features as she pulled her hand away wet and sticky.
“Is that supposed to happen too?” She asked, smiling as she saw how happy he was.
“Yes! That's kinda the point…” Greg nodded, “that's what I wanted to do with you, almost…”
Rose pulled him back on top of her, “Well, what was the rest? Do I try to have one of those too?” she pointed to his penis.
“No! Well, I mean, if you want to, sure, but usually girls have something that this would fit inside, and it would feel good for you too, but it's hard to explain,” Greg shrugged.
“Maybe I should get a book? We could go to the library?” Rose suggested.
“Perfect! Yeah, an anatomy book should work,” Greg yawned, “But first a nap? You're so nice to lay on.”
Rose snuggled him close, rubbing his back, “Oh good, I love when we nap,” she kissed his cheek.
Drifting off, Greg was happy to see her eyes on him, like always. She felt so safe to sleep on.