But the first two years, I was so focused on getting into a good school, and getting good grades, and having a strong roster of extra-curriculars, that boys weren’t even blips on my radar. Then when I turned 16, my father decided I needed to get a job after school to pay him to keep living in his house, and I spent so much time trying to keep my grades up— even though slipped regardless— and to make money bagging groceries that I burned out junior year and barely skated by in to my senior year.
Things improved then, but not enough to get the grades I needed for a scholarship.
So, then came community college and waitressing, followed by its horror-themed sequel about a pandemic that plagues the earth and causes me to live with my father for five days longer than I ever thought I’d have to.
But now… I feel like I’ve been saved. It’s almost like the Universe had to shut down the entire world with a plague and take away my job just to have me apply for some random modeling gig and slow down enough to make the time to give this part of myself to someone else.
And this man that I’ve been given is so handsome and sweet. And he’s strong. And sure, he’s older than me, but I think that just means he’s smarter about the delicacies of these things.
So, I whisper to him, “I want you to take my virginity.”
And he asks, “You’re a virgin?”
I look at him and nod, and then I lean up again and kiss him.
He pulls away for a moment and asks, “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
He smiles and grabs my hand.
“Then let’s do this in my bedroom.”
I follow along behind to the master bedroom, which is just as impressive as the rest of his house. He’s got a California King size bed that is situated facing a wall made entirely of glass, where you can see the ocean beating against the shores of the beach below.
“This is gorgeous,” I tell him, shocked by how stunning the view is.
“So are you,” he tells me as he comes up behind me and kisses me on the neck. Then he says, “Are you 100% certain that you want to do this?”
“Yes,” I say back, as his hands slide over my waist and then to my belly.
“Okay,” he says, “Then relax and let me take care of you.”
He then pushes his hand down the front of my shorts and gently rubs the skin near the inside of my thighs. And then he goes lower, touching me where no person has ever touched.
And even though I don’t have much of a metric for how this should feel, I think that he may be doing something right, because I find that the moment his fingers start tickling me as they feel around for an opening to slide into, I become very warm and wet.
For a moment, he just rubs. And he kisses me on the neck and sticks the tip of his tongue into my ear. My body nearly convulses from just these minor touches. It’s almost as if it’s pulling me further into his grasp.
Then he withdraws his hand and uses both to unbutton them before sliding both them and my underwear to my ankles in one swift motion.
“Lay on the bed,” he says, as he pulls my shirt off me and discards it to the floor.
I step outside my shorts and thong on the ground and nearly run to the bed, but I can feel him inspecting my naked body the whole way there. And I don’t even care that he’s doing it. I almost want him to do it just because he’s so complimentary the entire time.
“I love your curves. And your sweet little pussy. I’m gonna taste it, if that’s okay.”
“Please do,” I tell him, blushing in the face and surely the rest of the way down to the place where he’s putting his.
“Don’t be alarmed if there’s blood when things really get going,” he says.
“I won’t be. I’ve had plenty of time to prepare myself,” I say with a laugh as he cranes his face down.
He pushes my thighs apart and the warmth of his tongue makes me shudder and call out his name.
I’m writhing around against the sheets the entire time, my eyes closing when the sensations I’ve lived without for so long get to be overwhelming. A warmth comes over me from down in my pelvis where he remains making circles with his tongue as he finally takes me by surprise and glides his fingers inside me.
“I want it,” I tell him. “I want to suck your cock.”
“Soon,” he says, as he comes up to kiss me and I can taste myself on his lips, which drives me wild for him even more. “But tonight is about you.”