The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

Adriana, the Latina goddess. Every single man in the community stopped when she walked by. She moved with such gracefulness, her ass rocking from side to side. If there was one woman in the building that I’d love to watch have sex, it would be her. I had so much to learn and something told me she was the most passionate with her lovers.

Bethany was the funniest of the group. I loved her. When I got my first period, Bethany told me the story of when she first got hers and how she’d fallen to the ground and curled up in a ball cause she thought she’d cut herself and was dying. She’d even told her little brother her will, what she wanted to leave for each of her family members. By the end of her story she had me laughing so hard that I felt silly for being so worried about a little blood between my legs.

Jewels, I had kind of a secret crush on. I saw her naked body once when I was sent to her house to give her a message. I didn’t know she was in the shower and she didn’t know I’d entered her house. She stepped out completely naked, her beautiful black body dripping with water. Her nipples were so dark and big and I was in awe staring at them.

I’m not gay. I suppose I might have a very slight curiosity. But beauty is beauty and she was stunning. And so classy. Even when she found me in her living room she simply wrapped a towel around herself and told me nicely that I should always knock before entering someone’s house.

Twyla was the craziest of the bunch and was the one who’d recently taken me aside to have a little girl’s night slumber party. She showed me, using a banana, how to go down on a man. And she wouldn’t let me stop until she was positive I was a pro.

Then there was Lauren. Oh, how I envied Lauren. She was the most like a mother to me. I always looked up to how mature she was and how she had such a great family. She took care of each of her husbands and they took care of her. And I loved her husbands. They were all so great. Alejandro was my favorite.

My first sexual experience involved Lauren and Alejandro, or Alé as most people called him. I hadn’t meant to watch them. I was hanging out with a boy named Ryan. He liked me. I was only fifteen at the time when he told me, “Jess, you gotta see this.”

“This” turned out to be a spot on the side of Lauren’s house where we could peek through their bedroom blinds without getting caught. I knew it was wrong but once I saw, I couldn’t stop watching.

That was the day I realized I wasn’t quite as innocent as everyone thought. Through the window I watched as Lauren removed her clothes and bent naked over the side of the bed. Her face was facing us, her big beautiful tits smashed against the bed, her ass raised up and waiting for him.

Alé stripped down and I’ll never forget the size of his cock. It was huge and it was so hard. He wrapped his hand around the base of it and positioned it somewhere behind Lauren. It was her face that turned me on so much. The way her eyes shot open and her mouth stretched wide in agony as he fed his cock into her pussy.

Even thinking about it now makes me wet. Her face. It was clear that it felt so good, so good I could almost feel it myself.

And he started fucking her. Lauren had her face buried in the pillow and each time she picked up her head, that look…oh, how I wanted to feel that feeling that made my face look like hers.

Ryan definitely enjoyed the night as I’d reached out at some point, pulled him out of his zipper, and jerked him off.

Each time Alé plunged into her, I shoved downward on him, mimicking their fuck outside their window.

I’d always secretly hoped that somehow, someday, I’d have my own chance at Alé. Now, as I looked at Lauren in the church, I remembered what she’d done to him and I felt a bit of anger toward her. She’d considered taking Pike as a fourth husband, knowing how much Bentley, Connor, and definitely Alé didn’t want her to.

Alé hated Pike. And in a passionate fight, Alé had thrown Pike through a window, breaking the number one rule in the Daughters of Venus community, a rule I’d read carved into the wooden sign at the entrance to the church. It read: No violence. If a hand is raised to another, other than for consensual sexual pleasure, the MAN committing the act will be banished.

And Alé was banished.

I sat silently watching and listening to the witty banter between the members of the Seven. They were like sisters. I wouldn’t be one of them. I would be like any other Dove who’d come of age. But a meeting with them was tradition on the day of the ceremony.

“Jessica, how are you feeling?” Samantha asked.

She looked at her sister and grinned.

“I’m excited,” I said. “It feels surreal. I knew this day was coming but now that it’s here it just feels like…like everyone’s walking on eggshells or something. Nobody’s really talking to me.”

“That’s normal,” Lauren said. “We’re all so proud of you. It’s not often that a girl child is born and that makes it not often when one comes of age.”

“You’ve been eighteen years in the making!” Bethany joked.

We all laughed.

“You’re like fine, aged wine,” Twyla said, blowing me a kiss.

“Or cheese or pickles,” Bethany added.

“I swear all you think about is food,” Adriana said.

“I love you guys,” I said. “I umm…”

I didn’t expect to get so emotional. But I was.

“I haven’t had a mother you know…and that’s…that’s kind of hard sometimes.”