The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

“You used to make necklaces and stuff out of the things I brought you.”

As much as I wanted to give him a moment to get all sentimental, I needed to know what he saw. So I didn’t say anything, knowing silence would be the nudge to get him going.

“Sorry,” he said. “Okay, I went down by the river. I was thinking about you. And…well, I thought I might find something neat to bring back to you. Then I saw him. He was a little rough looking, unshaven, wearing a big ass coat, but it was him. Sure as shit it was him. He was fishing. I hid in the trees and watched him for a little while and then followed him when he was done. He went to that old cabin I told you about one time. The one I fell asleep in that time and didn’t make it back till it was dark. Remember that?”

I did remember it. I’d been worried about him. We were supposed to watch one of the town shows together after dinner and he didn’t show. He never stood me up.

“He’s living in that cabin,” Kent added. “He’s there all by himself I guess. Probably doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Once he was banished…you know…where else would a fellow go?”

A knock on my bedroom door ended our conversation. I kissed Kent on the cheek and he scurried out the window into the lively afternoon.

An Unquenchable Hunger

The afternoon was crisp when I snuck out of town. I’d never done it in all my years growing up in the Dove, not until Pike had whisked me away to our late night, secret suitor visit rendezvous. I’d always been afraid to journey beyond the boundaries but somehow, after doing it once, I felt that maybe the danger had been imaginary. Imaginary. Yes, as imaginary as the gunshots that had taken Roscoe down the day they arrived. Stupid me.

I was young, naïve, and constantly horny. I don’t know what it was but it seems now, looking back, that the trouble with virgins is once they get fucked, they get greedy. Or at least that’s the way it was with me. I wanted to get fucked all the time. I can’t be the only woman out there like this.

So when I set out to search for Alé’s hideaway, I don’t know if I was doing it with the hope that somehow, as strange and demented as it seems, we’d meet and he’d smell me or something, and be overtaken by the desire to bend me over his dining table. It would be so rough and unexpected that even though I enjoyed it, I’d have an excuse for why it happened. Simply because he was so much bigger than me.

I was giddy as I walked through the woods carrying nothing but a small sack I’d stuffed with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and some fruit. Grapes and apples were all I could find. I thought Alé might be sick of eating only fish and berries.

Kent told me which direction to travel. He promised me I’d run right into the place. He tried to convince me that he should accompany me but I assured him I’d be fine and then demanded that he stay back in town if he still wanted that suitor visit.

I was becoming such a bitch. There I was, threatening a young man who loved me with every piece of his heart and soul, with the one thing he desired most…a future with me. That’s pretty fucked up, even I have to admit.

I found Alé’s cabin fairly easily. It wasn’t all that far from the community boundaries, which made sense since I heard it was used as a security checkpoint whenever the threat level was increased and the boundaries had to be extended a little.

I knew he was inside because I heard some clanging around, like the sound of pots and pans being put away. I quietly made my way to the front door. I wasn’t a ninja or anything so I wasn’t exactly worried about him sensing my presence, but I definitely didn’t run toward the door shouting my arrival.

When I reached the door, I found it open. I did my best to peek in from the outside but I couldn’t see much. It was too bright outside and way too dark inside. So I inched closer and craned my neck a little. As my face made its way past the door’s threshold, I felt myself yanked into the cabin by my hair.

It fucking hurt and it scared the shit out of me. I didn’t mean to scream, but I did, and then he was on me.

He slammed my back onto the floor and straddled me. My bag skidded across the floor. I couldn’t breathe and the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the side of my head.

“Alé!” I yelled. “It’s me, Jessica!”

“Who?” he growled.

His face was

inches from mine, his hot breath against my cheek, as he held both of my wrists above my head with only one of his hands. I looked up at him and realized I was exactly where I wanted to be. His eyes were dark and his mouth was set. He wasn’t smiling and he wasn’t frowning. His lips were a straight line.

“Jessica, from the Dove,” I said.

I liked the way my chest felt, stretched open wide, my tits up for him to see. He looked at my tits and I knew he was thinking about how long it had been since he’d last fucked a girl. Lauren. He fucked her the night he was thrown out of the town, the night he threw my husband, Pike, through the window. Everyone knew the story.

“I’m sorry for just showing up but I heard you were alone out here and I was…I was worried about you.”

I put extra emphasis on the word worried.

He was sitting on my pelvic bone and I swear I could feel the weight of his balls and his cock sitting on me. I’d seen his cock before, so many times, watching him drive into Lauren. I’d always craved it. I used to masturbate all the time, fingering myself, to thoughts of Alé ramming it into me.

The trouble with virgins. Well, I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and this aggressive, monstrous, gorgeous man had me pinned down.

“Why are you here?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

He was sweaty and dirty and I loved it. I breathed in and savored the scent of MAN.