virginity stories and histories

"Come closer," he instructs as he is sitting opposite of me. He opens his legs slightly, his thumb resting on his cheek. His eyes are fixed on me and it's making my cheeks burn.
I get up slowly, hesitating a bit. Everything is becoming more real now and it makes me anxious. Am I sure? Do I actually want this? I look at the man I am now slowly walking towards - a man older than my father. His short grey hair makes his light eyes pop even more. His grey beard with some spots of white hair compliments his a...