Yes, yes, I would. Fuck all those people who were laughing and making fun of me on FaceSpace. I might be a virgin now, but with any luck, I wouldn’t be a virgin long.
I closed the laptop and sat on my bed for a moment. What the heck had I just done? Had I really just told Professor Hollander that I would come to his place within the hour so he could take my virginity?
Jeez, that sounded like something out of a romance novel, not out of my life. I had to tell him that I’d changed my mind. I had to tell him that it was just a misunderstanding. I had to…
Then I felt the heat between my legs. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed and wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt, my usual sleeping attire.
I set the laptop on the bed and used a finger to pull aside the crotch of the boxers. My pussy was dripping with hot juices. I could smell myself, which just made the juices flow more.
Oh my god, just the thought of having sex with Professor Hollander was making my pussy flow like a river from a hot spring.
I leaned back and lifted my ass off the bed to push the boxers down my legs. I lay back on the pillow and spread my legs. I dipped my fingers into my pussy to get them wet, and then I rubbed them slowly over my clit and around my pussy lips.
My nipples grew hard beneath the T-shirt. I tugged it over my head and threw it aside. As my right hand massaged my pussy and my thumb teased my clit, my left hand cupped my breast. I tweaked my nipple between my fingers, pinching it so hard that it made me moan.
I closed my eyes as I pushed two fingers into my pussy. The air rushed from my lungs and across my dry lips. I squeezed my breast as the fingers slid in and out of my pussy hole.
My breathing came in short bursts. Each time my fingers slid inside me up to the knuckle, the air would rush out, and then as my fingers withdrew, the air rushed in.
I was close to coming. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and used the juice to lubricate my nipple. My fingers went around the nipple until it grew as hard as a pencil eraser. I squeezed the nipple between my thumb and forefinger as my other hand went back to work on my pussy.
I dipped my fingers into my soaked pussy again and then stiffened one finger and pressed it to my clit. I started rolling the finger from side to side across my clit until my entire pussy started to vibrate.
I was coming. I closed my eyes and pictured Chase Hollander on top of me, driving his stiff cock in and out like a jackhammer.
I lifted my ass off the bed and clenched every muscle of my body as I came against my hand. The hot juices squirted from within me, covering my hand and most of the bed sheet with my juice.
I collapsed and rubbed both my breasts as I tried to catch my breath. My pussy longed for more. It longed for the touch and tongue and cock of a real man.
I lay there for a moment and then forced myself off the bed and into the bathroom for a douche and a shower.
My pussy had to be perfect for the man who would very soon pop my cherry and hopefully give me an A for effort.
CHAPTER NINE: Chase
I literally stared at the screen with my mouth hanging open.
I read the words again.
Are you really a virgin?
Yes, I’m a virgin. Is that something you can help me with?
Yes. Would you like to come over now?
Text me your address. I’ll be there within the hour.
Holy shit.
I reached for the pack of cigarettes on the desk, but my hand froze before reaching the pack. My brain finally decided to get involved in the conversation. As it always did, my brain decided to fuck with me a little.
Audrey Ross said yes, I am a virgin, you old pervert. Thanks for asking. Is that something you can help me with?
Good!
I’m on my way to your house right now so you can pop the shit out of my cherry. Get the old dick oiled up, my son, because you don’t want to disappoint. God forbid your limp dick becomes further fodder for the kids on FaceSpace.
Did I really have a hot twenty-two-year-old virgin on her way to my house so I could take her virginity?
Unless I was still drunk and hallucinating things, apparently that was the case.
I forgot all about the cigarettes.
I realized the awful stench that had been assaulting my nostrils was coming from me.
I slammed the laptop shut and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.
* * *
I closed my eyes and let the hot shower jets beat against my neck. If life was not playing another of its cruel jokes on me, I was less than an hour away from fucking a beautiful girl half my age. I shut off the water and dried myself off with the cleanest dirty towel I could find. The bathroom, like the rest of the house, was filthy. I didn’t have time to pick up or do any cleaning before Audrey arrived. Hopefully she would judge me on my ability to make her come and not my housekeeping skills.
I stood in front of the mirror and wiped off the steam with the back of my hand. I leaned in to take a good, long hard look at myself. I used to be a good-looking man, a real hottie, or at least that was what Emily had said when we first met in college twenty-years ago.