Firefighter's Virgin

Recently, I had signed up for a dating company that promised to match me up with the woman of my dreams. It seemed unlikely that such a woman existed, but there was a small part of me that hoped I would find such a woman someday. Didn’t everyone want to find their perfect life partner? I was content to continue playing the field until I found that forever match, though.

Kendra grabbed my belt loops and pulled me toward her. My body throbbed as she held her thigh up against me and wiggled it around. The warmth of her body as it pressed against mine was growing rapidly. Her hands suddenly reached down and grabbed a hold of me as she pressed her lips near my ear.

“My place or yours?” she asked.

“Mine.”

Just like that, I had my company for the evening.

I grabbed her hand and whisked her through the sweaty group of dancers and out to the waiting taxi stand. In the lights outside of the club, I got a better look at Kendra. She was very typically attractive, with long, blonde hair, fake boobs, and a fake tan. She clearly subscribed to all the latest hair and makeup trends and enjoyed getting coated in cosmetics before heading out to the club.

“I need to text my friend to let him know I’m leaving,” I said as I pulled out my phone and we slipped into the back of the cab. “Do you need to let anyone know?”

“Nope, I’m good,” she said in a high-pitched chipper voice.

I sent off a quick text to Josh that he had free-range of the VIP table if he wanted it and could charge to my account there. My gut turned with a little regret for not hanging out longer with him. He worked from home and didn’t get out of the house very often. Our weekend sessions on learning the art of stock trading were often stretched into a whole afternoon of talking just because Josh didn’t get out to talk with people all that much. He was a really likable guy, but he was always trying to earn money and never took breaks to build his social network.

My life was all about balance since my son passed away. Partying hard was an awesome coping strategy, and without it, I wouldn’t have survived Noah’s death and my divorce from Rose.

When it came down to it, though, I was always a man of steadiness and worked hard to allow myself the time for partying. My parts manufacturing business had been my whole life and up until I sold it, I’d really never imagined I would do anything else. Now that I had all the money I could ever ask for and nothing to fill my time with, I spent more and more time partying, which had me way off my normal equilibrium.

“You’re really cute,” Ken

dra said seductively. “I’m glad we ran into each other.”

“Thanks. I only live a few miles from here. How was your night at Avalon so far?”

“It was such a drag. My boyfriend left me there after we fought.”

“You have a boyfriend?” I asked with an eye raised.

“Not anymore,” she replied as she leaned in to kiss me.

If I had been a man looking for a girlfriend, Kendra’s situation wouldn’t have been ideal. Fortunately, I wasn’t a man looking for a girlfriend, at least not on that evening. I needed a nice girl’s company for the night and Kendra fit the bill just fine. I didn’t need to talk to someone, and I certainly wasn’t looking for a long-term commitment.

I leaned in to kiss her – partly just because I really didn’t want to talk about her love life and partly because I needed a little primer before bringing her to bed. This girl was obviously eager to get back at her ex-boyfriend, and I was more than happy to oblige her with an evening of fun.

When we burst through the doors to my house, I had my shirt half unbuttoned and my body still throbbed with desire. Kendra’s hands made quick work of unbuttoning my pants as we kissed and we finished undressing each other on the way to the bedroom.

Her lips pressed roughly against me and her hand moved forcefully up and down my body when we reach the bed. She wanted me so badly that she probably would have taken me without any protection, but that wasn’t how I rolled. As much as I loved a good one-night stand, I always used protection.

“Just a second, babe,” I said as I reached into the side drawer.

“Your house is so big. You are so big. I can’t wait to have you,” she said as her hands started to play with her breasts.

It was obvious this girl was a wild one. I watched her as she grabbed herself and moved in front of me. She reminded me a bit of a woman who worked on a pole for a living, but I wasn’t about to ask her if that was what she did.

“Those are some beautiful breasts you have there.”

“Oh, I know. I just got them a few months ago. Do you like?”

“Yep,” I said as my mouth wrapped around one of them and I pressed her back onto the bed.

There needed to be less talking and more action. I didn’t invite this girl to my house to have a long, thoughtful conversation. I invited her to screw her – and that was exactly what we were going to do.

I let my tongue tease her nipple for a little bit while I unwrapped my condom and slid it over me. There was no need for a long evening of teasing; this girl was obviously primed and ready to go.

Our bodies moved together in a furry of thrusts and moans as we both let out the sexual tensions built up inside of us. It was a relief to have a woman who seemed so readily accepting of the one-night stand option. Most of the women I brought home really seemed like they wanted to move things into a relationship era as they talked about their lifelong goals and dreams before we made love.