There were certain thoughts that ran through your mind as you made out with Bobby on your bed.

  One of them being the fact that he was really bad at this. Not the kissing part (that was great), just... Well, everything else.    His arm gave out halfway through your kiss as he hovered over you, his whole body was tensed, and he was shifting constantly.    So this is was the Bobby experience huh?    You had to laugh.    No, seriously. You laughed.    "What's so funny?" Bobby said, pausing with a confused look on his face. This all seemed to go right over his head, which made sense considering the size of his ego. Or how hard he'd been working he hardly noticed anything else.    "You ," you said, still laughing. "I don't know if it's because you don't have much experience with romance or whatever but you ."   Bobby looked conflicted between being entranced by your laugh or offended because wow, you just promised you wouldn't be mean to him anymore and hey, look at this.    "I do not ," Bobby said, abruptly getting off of you to sit up on the bed. "It's this goddamn cast getting in the way!"   The boy could climb trees with a broken arm but couldn't make out with his girlfriend with one. Wow, life is a joke sometimes.   "Oh, I'm sure," you said, still recovering from your laugh. "Here, why don't you lay down, and I'll just-"   "No!" Bobby said, getting back over you the moment you tried to sit up. "We're doing this. Come on."   You didn't even know what "this" was but you were pretty sure all feelings you had worked up to it were kind of just dissipating into amusement.    You sighed, letting Bobby dip his head back down to kiss you again. His lips were stiffer against yours, his kisses more firm this time around. He was trying too hard.    Should you be enjoying yourself? Cause you weren't.    You grabbed his chin and pulled away. "Bobby. Um..."   "What was it this time?" Bobby said, looking a little exasperated.    "You're kissing too hard," you said bluntly. "I feel like I'm being attacked. I don't like it."   Bobby's brain looked completely fried. He blinked slowly. "You know, no one's ever told me I was a bad kisser."   "You're not bad," you said, his cheek consolingly. "Well not before this. You're bad now."   "Oh my god," Bobby said, head falling in defeat.    In a second, his head was back up and his face was buried in your shoulder. "No, I'm not giving up."   "No hickeys," you said, though you had to admit whatever he was doing right now was making you eat your words from before. He was really trying, wasn't he?   His lips worked up from your neck to your jaw, back to your lips and now he was slow, taking extra care of every place his mouth met. He nibbled softly on your bottom lip as his palm slowly slipped under the hem of your shirt, pressing slightly on your abdomen.    You hooked an arm around Bobby's neck, pulling him down closer to you. But his arm collapsed and he kind of just fell flat on you.    "Ow," you hissed, face crumpling as Bobby's forehead collided with yours.    Bobby swore under his breath, rolling onto his back beside you. He stared up at the ceiling for a while befor finally speaking.   "Okay, I'll try it out."   You furrowed your eyebrows, still rubbing your forehead when you glanced over at him. "What?"   "Get on me," Bobby said, sighing, as if it hurt to say it. "I can't. I tried."   You raised an eyebrow, getting up on your elbows. "Really?"   Bobby silently nodded.    You smiled, getting up so you were straddling his waist, putting his palms on your hips. His eyes widened and his voice got caught in his throat, as if some kind of realiza