Which brought me to the anal. I hadn’t even lost my regular virginity, let alone my backdoor virginity. I’d given a blowjob or two in college just for the experience but that was it. Generally, I was too busy with studying and going to conventions and stuff. Still though, if I was going to lose my virginity, I couldn’t think of a man I knew who I would rather give it up to than Vik. That included him popping my anal cherry too.
“You’re considering it, aren’t you?” Sara asked, able to read me like a book.
“Yeah, I mean I really want to. Even after he told me about the pet thing it didn’t put me off much. He told me to think about it and let him know by tonight.”
“Well, you should know that his pets tend to be pretty short-term. He doesn’t really go in for repeat engagements, if you know what I mean.”
“You don’t think I should go?” I asked.
“I think you should be really careful. Don’t go giving your heart and your body to someone who doesn’t deserve them. Those are too precious, darling.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity again?”
“Fifteen, and to a jerk-face who hurt me, and I have regretted it ever since.”
Sara did make a convincing point. As much as I wanted to get close to Vik, there was still a good chance someone as inexperienced as me might end up falling in love with him. I’d certainly had a crush on him long enough. It could get messy if I wanted a relationship, he couldn’t give me. But there was no way of knowing that for sure, and it was worth the risk to me.
The money was great, and the promise of physical intimacy with the sexiest man on Earth was just an added bonus. I decided to go for it and see what would happen, reminding myself it was mostly for the money and the chance to get up into the mountains. I decided to wait until I got home to call Vik. I knew I would be unable to keep the girlish excitement out of my voice.
Chapter Five
Vik
The sterling example of sleek, chrome engineering did its little gurgling dance on the counter. While the joe brewed, I did my best to calm myself, retreating to my inner realm.
I was careful to hold back my expectations about the time I would be spending with Angie, still not sure she could handle everything we would be doing, but also cautiously excited.
She really did seem great and sincere about her willingness to try anything once. The short call we had had the night before only further cemented that impression on me.
It might seem odd that I could tell this from a half-hour meeting and a five-minute phone conversation, but I had done a bit of research on the applicants before meeting them. I also have a strong knack for reading people, and I don’t mean just guessing based on their expressions or body language or other such quasi-scientific hoo-hah.
Sure, those help, but not nearly to the extent most people think. I read emotions. Or, more accurately, feel them as they come off of other people. A rare ability, actually supported by science, known as “empathic reading.”
Getting my mind calmed and my senses heightened, I downed the entire cup of espresso and got dressed for the day. I opted for a theme of backwoods utility, with hard denim jeans and a traditional lumberjack shirt.
The theme continued all the way down through the garage. My primary vehicle at the time was a vintage BMW, but I also kept a performance SUV for trips up the mountain, since the roads up there were mostly dirt with turns beyond hairpin-class. There wasn’t much room in the backseat, and even with the driver’s seat pushed back as far as it could safely go my legs were still somewhat cramped under the steering wheel.
I was early getting to Angie’s building. Then again, she was late coming out of it, so it all evened out in the end. She hurried up to me with a backpack and a suitcase, putting the former in the backseat and the latter in the trunk before getting in.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“I’m used to it,” I said.
“It took longer than I thought to pack.”
“Which you shouldn’t have done at all. Everything has been provided for you at the cottage.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“You weren’t to know. Open your mouth.”
Without hesitating, Angie did what I told her. Gently massaging her lymph nodes, I inspected the back of her mouth and then felt her forehead. I wanted to satisfy myself that she didn’t already have the virus before we left. She appeared to be clean.
I pulled out onto the freshly paved road, trying to get out to the highway before the rush started. It was the last day before the lockdown took effect and anyone else who was going to be getting out would be leaving within an hour’s time.