He sat back with his jaw hanging down. Then he shook his head. “I’m sorry, did you say, never? You’ve never fucked?”
I swallowed as I realized what I’d revealed. I looked down, feeling embarrassed. “No.”
His hand covered mine. “Don’t feel embarrassed. Are you waiting for marriage or something?”
“I’m not waiting. I just haven’t had the right opportunity.”
He scoffed as he sat back again. “I know that’s bullshit.”
I stared at him. “Why would you say that?”
“I’d fuck you in a minute. Most of the men in this bar would too. You’ve had opportunities.”
I looked at him and then around the bar wondering what men he meant. I hadn’t felt like I’d had any opportunities. Then again, the few men that might have wanted me didn’t do anything for me. I hadn’t wanted them.
“Don’t you think you’ll like it?” he asked.
“I suspect I would,” I said. The situation was a bit surreal. Was I really talking to him about my virginity?
He leaned forward with a glint in his eyes. “Do you touch yourself?”
Shocked, I could only gape.
“No shame in it. I do it all the time.” He made a wanking gesture. “But the real thing is better. You should try it sometime.”
“Maybe I will.” I managed.
He finished his drink and stared at me.
“What?” I asked, shifting under his gaze. His green eyes were glassy and yet I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“I’ll fuck you.”
“Gee thanks. So, kind of you to make the sacrifice.” All of a sudden, I was feeling humiliated and ready to go home and hide under my covers.
“No.” His hand was on mine. “Not like that. Shit, I’m sorry.” He shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “It’s not a pity fuck I’m offering.” He scooted his chair closer to me and put my hand over his zipper. His dick was full underneath it. “I’m genuinely wanting to fuck you. If you wanted. I could teach you.”
I looked into his green eyes as warmth spread through my body. My hormones chanted, “Yes, yes, yes,” but even with all the booze, my common sense warned that it might not be a good idea.
His hand went to my cheek. “I’ve been dying to kiss you since lunch.”
What? “Are you toying with me? Is this some sort of game or a bet?”
He smiled. “You watch too many teen movies. No. I’m not toying with you and there’s no bet. I like you.” He leaned closer, his lips a whisper away from mine.
Like a magnet, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. Fire ignited in my blood at the taste of him.
He moaned, slanted his head and parted his lips. I moved in sync, letting his tongue in. It was hot against mine.
His hand pressed mine against his dick. “See how bad I want you?” He murmured against my lips. “If you want to turn in your v-card, I can help.”
By now, my pussy was throbbing and I didn’t feel like I had a choice. He was the only one to soothe the ache in my body.
That’s how, twenty minutes later, we were in a fancy hotel room planning to do the deed.
“How often have you done this?” I asked as he poured champagne.
“Fucked? Or fucked a woman I’d just met?” He handed me a glass.