The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

He chuckled. I didn’t.

“Ok,” he said.

I slid to the foot of the bed, all the way to the corner post, where a wooden nob rose up from the footboard. I made sure the hard nob rested against my clit and then draped the bottom of my dress over it. I pushed forward hard, enjoying the pressure.

Kent removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. I bit my tongue and squeezed the bed post again, feeling a slight pinch against my pussy lips. It hurt but I liked it.

I felt myself getting wet as my eyes moved from his muscular arms to his chiseled chest. He wasn’t big by any means, but for a skinny guy he was ripped.

I loved the long scar he had over his left ribcage. He’d fallen off a tractor once when he was a kid. That was the only differing mark on his body. We’d have to work on that. He needed a few tattoos.

I love tattoos.

Kent stood there with only his shirt removed so I gave him a slight nod.

“Like all my clothes?” he asked.

I nodded.

He breathed deep. He seemed nervous. I wanted him to be.

He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his feet. He realized he’d forgotten to remove his shoes and for a moment did an awkward little dance as he tried to kick his shoes off with his pants down around his ankles.

I had to fight back the laughter. I didn’t want him to get confused. This wasn’t a lighthearted meeting.

Standing there in his white boxer briefs, I could see the bulge beneath and it made my mouth water. He was getting hard. Good. He needed to be.

He put his thumbs at his waistband and pulled his briefs down only an inch, teasing me, testing me.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

“No, my Dove,” I corrected him.

“I can…I can call you that?”

“You will call me that.”

“Yes, yes my Dove.”

“Good. Now carry on,” I said.

He closed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and finally went for it. He pulled his briefs down slowly, sliding them past his trimmed pubic hair and then down over the base of his cock, letting the waistband stretch it out and run over it inch by inch until finally it reached the head and got snagged on the ridge around it.

He pulled a little lower and his cock sprang out from its restraints. It bobbed for a second and I realized I was gawking at it. I didn’t mean to be but for fuck’s sake it was gorgeous.

And Kent was naked. Part of me wanted to walk over to him and take his cock in my hand but the other part of me, the one who’d started this game, wanted to keep going. To see how far he’d go for me. That side won out.

“Touch yourself.”

He swallowed hard and then put his right hand under his balls and touched them with his fingertips, tenderly. His left hand hung loosely at his side looking awkward, like he didn’t know what to do with it now that he didn’t have pockets.

As he played with his balls his cock grew larger. It dawned on me that this was the only one I’d ever seen. His was it. I was a dick virgin outside of Kent. Soon I’d have other cocks to choose from and that made me nervous.

Kent wrapped two fingers around his cock, his thumb and middle finger, making a ring, and began working it up and down the length of him.

I breathed harder as my heart sped up. I loved watching him touch himself and the way he was pumping his cock was driving me insane. My pussy dripped, drenching my panties, and I pushed forward even harder, feeling the bedpost spread me open a little. Fuck, it felt good.