Virgin in Love
William lay in his
dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagined the sparkle
of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flashed like sun spots in his soul.
He rose from his reverie.
He entered the
school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby afforded him hope for love. And
there was the nymph of this dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s
outfit. He had fallen in love with her. He had never loved a girl before. But
the feelings he had for her felt very real and deep. He said, “Hi, my name’s William. I noticed
you were sitting all alone and thought you might want company.”
She said, “Sure
why not?”
“What grade are
you in?”
She replied,
“I’m a senior. I just turned eighteen. Look out world here I come.”
William was
flushed with joy. He said, “I made it to eighteen too. Yea I survived four
years in this all boy’s monastery they call a high school.”
She said, “Oh I
bet you made your own fun, with all those hormones raging.”
William
said, “Oh my. Did you say what I thought you said?”
She replied, “I do it too. When I rub my sweet spot I get all schizzy and crazy. It’s all I can do not to scream; living in a house with two brothers that would
be embarrassing; though they’ve no doubt had many a surreptitious thrill
from my night noises. Mom would put me in therapy if she caught me red
handed.”
William had a dreamy smile. She said, “You
look like you popped the cork on your first bottle of champagne.”
William
blushed. He said, “You fascinate me.”
She grinned, “Well shall dine
together now?”
William gazed into her eyes. He
said, “Food’s good today isn’t it? It’s better than the crap they usually
serve.”
She licked her lips and said, “Yes, it’s tasty.”
William asked,
“What’s your name?”
She replied,
“Mary.”
William said,
“Don’t you love this weather we’re having? It feels like fall already.”
Mary said, “Yes,
it’s lovely.” Mary wiped her mouth with her napkin and went on, “William I’ve
noticed you watching me at cheerleading practice every day and I think you’re
cute too. But I guess you’ve never done this sort of thing before have you?”
“What do you
mean?” William asked.
“I mean you’ve
never tried to meet girls before” she said.
“What makes you
say that?” William asked her.
Mary said,
“Well, you’re kind of awkward. You seem like a novice.”
William said,
“No actually I’ve done this plenty of times.”
Mary pouted,
“Then I’m just another one right?”
“No I like you a
lot” William said in consternation.
Mary said, “I
was just kidding. But seriously William, have you ever had a girlfriend?”
William said,
“Sure, I’ve had plenty of girl-friends.”
Mary said,
“Sure, and I bet you’re a virgin. Am I right?”
William asked,
“What makes you say that?”
Mary replied,
“Woman’s intuition.” Mary took another bite of her food and said, “William, I
think you’re cute and want to get to know you better. Let me take you to New
Orleans. We’ll have a great time.”
William said,
“What will we do?”
Mary replied,
“Oh we’ll have a blast. I’ll show you the quarter.”
William smiled.
He said, “Oh I love the architecture there. Historic buildings fascinate me.”
Mary said, “Cool,
dude. I’ve enjoyed talking with you, but I have to get back home. We’ll go
tomorrow.” She winked at him and left.
The next day
Mary arrived in her Ford Escort. She emerged from the car wearing a tie dye
shirt and blue jeans with holes.
William said,
“Hey let’s don’t do anything illegal though. I’m not fond of jail.”
“Look William, I
promise we won’t get into trouble. We’ll just have a good time. I can see in
your eyes that you’re smitten with me. I feel the same way about you. If you
love me you’ve got to trust me. What makes you think I’d do anything illegal?”
William said,
“Your reputation precedes you.”
Mary laughed,
“Yea, I guess I have gone wild in the past. But I
promise there’ll be no trouble.”
Mary squeezed and
rubbed William’s derriere. She ushered William into her car and drove them
across the causeway to New Orleans.
They arrived at
the French Quarter and walked the streets silently. William asked Mary, “Where
are we going?”
Mary stopped,
faced him, and said, “You know William, you’re a really tight dude. We’re going
to a place where we can loosen you up.”
They walked down
Bourbon Street to a balconied building with an iron gate. Mary pressed the
buzzer and a man came up and opened the gate for them. He led them through a
narrow passageway into a courtyard.
He said, “How ya
been doing Mary?”
Mary said, “I’ve
been doing fine. It’s my friend here I’m worried about. He’s been really
uptight lately. I need to loosen him up.”
The man grinned
and said, “Well, you came to the right place. Wait here a minute.” The man
disappeared through a wooden door. William felt nervous. He’d waited a long
time for this to happen, but now that he was faced with it he was scared. He
was saying goodbye to childhood forever.
William said to
Mary, “I’m not sure about this.”
Mary smiled at him and said, “Believe me you’re going to enjoy this. You do love me, don’t you?”
Mary smiled at him and said, “Believe me you’re going to enjoy this. You do love me, don’t you?”
William said,
“Absolutely. That is beyond a doubt.”
The man came out
of the room and said, “Come on in. Everything’s ready.”
They entered the
room. On the ceiling were mirrors. There was a waterbed with pink satin sheets
and cushions.
They sat on the
edge of the bed, and Mary reached into her pocket and pulled out a joint. She
lit it, took a drag, and handed it to William. William took it, looked at it,
and handed it back to Mary.
Mary inveigled
him, “Come on. Do it for me.”
William took it
back and smoked it taking long deep drags. He felt blissful. He lay back and
stared at his reflection in the ceiling mirrors.
Mary stroked
William’s face. He just lay there in a daze. She began unbuttoning his shirt.
He brushed her hand away. She said, “What’s the matter?”
William rebuffed
her, “I’m not in the mood.”
She replied,
“I’ll get you in the mood silly.”
He sat up and
said, “No, really, this is a mistake.”
She took his
hand in hers and said, “You’re playing had to get. You need obedience
training. Do you really love me as truly
as I do you?”
He said, “Beyond
a shadow of a doubt my darling.”
She stroked his
face and said, “Then relax and do as I say.”
She cast her velvet fury upon him with her glossy lip kiss. He felt her
tongue like midnight crossing into moon’s shadow.
His beloved
said, “Don’t worry this won’t hurt a bit.” She unzipped his Pandora’s Box. She said, “I’m going to blow you to
smithereens with a jaded twist suck of my mouth and hand slide on your dick
while my tongue flickers that gspot on the underside of the head like so; all
the while fondling your balls. Then I’m going to ride you like a bucking bronco.”
She knelt
between his legs to tug his jeans and briefs down freeing him to be a man. She christened
his penis into manhood with a kiss. His reflex was ungovernable as his cock
became rock eliciting moans from deep in his virgin flesh. She ran her tongue
around the crown. He groaned and closed his eyes. She licked his figs
into ripened sugar melt.
William knew she
loved him. He’d always wanted it to be with someone he loved too. Out of trust
was born intimacy in the trembling moment of desire.
They fornicated
without guilt or sin. She took him into the world of woman where he was consecrated by her flesh in a merging of souls.
Afterward
William lay beside her on the bed trembling. Mary asked, “What’s the matter?”
William said,
“I’m cold.”
Mary said, “But
it’s not cold in here.”
William said, “I
made a mistake.”
Mary said, “No
you didn’t.”
William said,
“Mary I love you, but we can’t do this anymore.”
Mary said, “Hey,
that’s fine.”
William said,
“But I do love you.”
Mary sat up
looking away from William and said, “Oh man, you’re really naïve. This was just a one night stand.
I don’t want to go steady or anything. I have a boyfriend.”
William asked,
“You mean you just did this for the thrill of it?”
Mary stood up
and said, “Of course. What did you think? Listen I had a bet going with the
girls in the cheerleader squad. I bet I could take away your virginity. They
thought I was out of my mind. Boy did I prove them wrong.”
William began
trembling again. He closed his eyes and said, “Mary we were bonded in the flesh. How could you not feel what I felt?”
Mary said, “Hey
don’t feel bad. If I were ever to fall in love it would be with a boy like
you.”
William replied,
“Do you really mean that? Or are you just tricking me?”
Mary put her
hands on her chest. She said, “No I mean it from my heart. You are really
groovy. I enjoyed making love to you more than any guy I’ve ever had the
pleasure to do it with. William lay your head on my lap.” William complied.
Mary stroked his hair with tender compassion.
Mary said, “Don’t
put your clothes on just yet. I want to massage your buttocks. Just this once William trust
me. Now turn onto your stomach.” William obeyed and lay face down.
He felt heaven in
his supple derriere as she kneaded his hunger. He arched against the
urgency of her touch. She patted his twin moons with the
butterfly mantra of her lotus touch. The stimulation of her hands upon him
opened his pores to breathe. He floated like a water lily the in
realm of his senses. She followed the lay lines of his body.
Her palms rubbed
his bottom in a rose petal sutra. She touched arpeggios into his elegant orbs. Her fingers did a dervish dance on his derriere. She
stroked him into Baroque passion.
Her affection
nourished him into the galactic whorl of creation’s fire. She gazed upon the
milky gluteus galaxy of his posterior. With a finger she stroked his tush cleft
till he was still as a butterfly sunning on a leaf.
With her
priestess hands she turned his derriere into summer heat. His rose blush bottom
was beatified by the tender torrent of her palms. She made star clusters of
pleasure deep in his celestial cheeks whose golden globes glowed with
creation’s fire. The sacrament of her crashing hand waves upon his buns sent a
surge of warm currents through his body.
He felt the
saffron blue scintillation of her velvet hot hand. Each node of his bottom was
baptized by her fiery mosaic mantra. The lick of her spanking him set his fever
pitch till he reached the point of no return. His ink quill grew
wet as she paddled him. Each stroke was a blood red rose which incited
him to pump his hips into a frenzy.
His second
coming sent meteors of plea-sure deep into his florid flesh. He felt the
fire of her hand prints upon his ivory canvas till her brushstrokes
ebbed. Her fingers cascaded down his spine in a smoky trail to his sacrum.
Mary held his
buns in a clasp of tenderness. Her voice became his liberation. She said,
“William I’ll never forget you. Will you spend the night here with me? You make
me feel like the woman I could become.” William embraced her like a wife. Mary
closed their midnight mass with her words. “If life is a dream and the dream is happy then it is good.”
William slept by
her side that night. In restless dreams he bathed in her heat.