TIFUpdate: I made up for missing all the signs from my ex roommate

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Update.

My ex roommate / friend / long distance love interest was back in the US last weekend. I'm gonna stick to the "friend" label because it's safe and short and works best for now. On Sunday, my friend and I finally saw each other in person. It was the first time we were together since she emigrated to the UK. She was visiting her family, specifically her sister, who recently became a mom. Her family had no idea she was coming. She wanted to surprise them. I was not there to see the reactions, but based on my friend's feedback, her family was fucking flabbergasted when she appeared.

She informed me about her plan to surprise her family during one of our intimate video calls, which prompted us to discuss our first face to face date and the possibility of ending up in the same bed. As a virgin at 19, I've been curious about sex for most of my teen years, but being on the cusp of actually sleeping with another person for the first time, especially someone I've always been attracted to, made me switch from curious to anxious in an instant. I was afraid my anxiety would make it difficult for me to relax during the date, not to mention during sex (if I made it that far).

Thankfully, I was in good hands. My friend never made me feel uncomfortable or ashamed for telling her how nervous I was towards the end of our date. We decided to go to my apartment, which used to be our apartment not so long ago. I introduced my ex roommate to my new roommate, who awkwardly hugged my friend as if he knew her. The following day he confirmed that he was high when that hug happened. I believed him. He chewed up a chunk of the evening telling my friend about his near death experience with a shark when he was surfing in South Africa. Random as fuck, but it's all he talks about when he's stoned.

My friend and I eventually made it to my room. Nothing had gone wrong so far. I was happy. However, I was beginning to get flashbacks of all the signs I missed in the past and low key stressing out about missing nonverbal signs during sex if I was doing something bad or weird or whatever. The good news: I'm no longer a virgin. The bad news:

1. Premature ejaculation.
2. Repeating lines I've heard in porn that sounded awkward and out of character when I said it.
3. Humming "All The Things She Said" by t.A.T.u when my friend encouraged me to be more vocal (in my defense, it was done as a joke, but my delivery made it unclear).
4. Thinking out loud and dropping lines like "the main entrance and the back door are closer than I expected" when my friend's vagina was in front of my face.
5. My friend literally putting my hands on her boobs and butt and reminding me several times that I was allowed to touch her before it finally sunk in that she was naked for a reason.
6. Despite all the research I did regarding oral sex, when it was time for me to apply what I've learned, I became cursed with uncontrollable hiccups.
7. To make my hiccups go away, I did what I normally do and stopped breathing for as long as possible, which not only suspended all sexual activity, but the lack of oxygen also deflated my erection.
8. When my hiccups were gone, so was my ability to quickly get hard again.
9. Hearing my friend moan for the first time while my face was buried between her legs eventually resurrected my erection, but I never made her orgasm with my mouth, tongue or fingers, which was unfortunate and somewhat unfair because my friend instantly made me orgasm from oral sex, hence the premature ejaculation at the beginning.
10. I was unprepared for the amount of choreography, communication and cardio that came with penetrative sex, but I managed for the most part.

My friend and I discussed our future. We agreed that we were both too busy and too far away to invest in a proper relationship at the moment, so we decided to continue having fun with each other as friends, but leave enough room for something deeper to develop down the line. That's it. The end. That's my update. Forgive me for not sharing the news earlier in the week, I'm still processing what happened. Thank you to everyone who offered to help me see my friend in the UK. If all goes well, I'll visit her in April for a few days. Spring time. The season of love.

Tl:dr I finally saw my ex roommate / friend in person since she emigrated to the UK. We did what we would've done 2 years ago if I never missed all the obvious signs she was sending me while we were still sharing the same apartment. It was a positive experience overall, but me being me, it was not fuck up free.