I was once in love with a girl in high-school. We dated for a while but then split up. We remained good friends but in my heart of hearts I still had feelings for her.

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Fast forward a few years, near the end of high-school, fate has it that we are in a situation where we get reconnected on a physical level. We were getting hot and heavy. But as we were at the point of having sex, I panicked. Here it was. The moment I have been wanting ever since we broke up (was a virgin the first time around), the thing that I have been craving secretly for such a long time. What if I screw it up? What if I'm not good enough?

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And sure thing, all that pressure, all those thoughts caused me to lose my erection. I wanted to go down on her to help her mood and hide my emotion and get back on track but she was feeling self-conscious as it was summer and she didn't shower since morning. It was an unceremonious end to an otherwise great day. I never got the chance with her after that. I am pretty sure she was put off by my less then stellar performance. But hey I am lucky. I guess I could have had worse regrets than this.