His Dirty Virgin(14)

She was naïve, but she was the most compassionate person I’d ever met. When I told her about how I pursued my passion instead of following my father’s success plan as we laid in bed once night, she was all ears and asked question after question, showing genuine interest with my life – my life, which wasn’t the type of life she deserved. I couldn’t take her out to the best restaurants in town. I needed to pay the bills for my loft and tattoo parlor, and I also had staff to pay. Instead, she suggested cooking meals together. Her excuse was she wanted to learn before college began, but I really appreciated her for doing so. I’d dated girls who kept demanding, demanding, and then demanding some more. But Becca, who had the right to demand for the life she was given, never demanded for anything…except for sex. She demanded I take away her virginity, and I milked it for all I could.

I met her as a virgin, but in a span of a week, she’d learned and grown so much; we were both learning new things together. She told me the body parts where she loved being touched and pleasured; I told her how she could get better at hand jobs – a tighter grip. She was always willing to learn, inside and outside the bedroom, and just her curiosity for life, and mine specifically, was making me fall into an abyss I knew I couldn’t get out of.

I wanted her to be completely mine; I didn’t want anyone else to have her; I wanted her all to myself, so much so that I wanted to mark her…permanently. I wanted to draw a permanent masterpiece on her, one that told the world she was mine. It was such a dangerous thought, and I almost smirked outright at the irony. People always told me I was a dangerous man – they’d judged me just because of the ink on my body. I was learning now that virgin girls in pink dresses and satin sandals could be equally dangerous as well.

“You like that, huh?”

Her soothing, feminine voice instantly cut my train of thought, and I turned the machine off and put away the needle. I gave myself an internal reminder to get a new one later. If I left the needle out too long, it’d be bad to continue to use it.

“Hmmm?” I said, pushing myself off my chair and learning towards her for a quick peck.



I then leaned backwards and admired her. She was getting just her hip bone tattooed but she was completely naked on the chair. I knew I was supposed to focus just on her hip, but I was so very tempted to ignore the bone and just go in for the pussy, not with the needle of course – my finger. Even better, my dick.

“When I play with your hair,” she was quick to respond, and I forced myself to keep the throbbing feeling in my jeans at bay. The erection could wait for later. I needed to actually finish her tattoo. “You always look like a cat trying to nuzzle your head closer to me.” Before I could say something, she added, “But I like it…no, I love it.”

“It’s comforting, yeah,” I said, edging my lips into a smile. I was the guy women were warned about. Suffice to say, there wasn’t a line of people wanting to play with my hair and cuddle with me. They always expected me to be rough and dirty. Sex with me wasn’t about rainbows and butterflies; it was rough, hard, and the kind not everyone could handle. And the thought of Becca right now, stroking my hair, warmed me to my core. She could do all she wanted to me. “It also makes me sleepy, and you wouldn’t want that right now.”

I stretched the skin of her hip bone, admiring my art on her body. The butterfly design was halfway done, and when I looked at the clock and then saw the smirk on Becca’s face, I knew why she had that look.

“Well, if you didn’t keep stopping to kiss me…everywhere…we’d probably be done right now,” she teased, eliciting an adorable laugh, and then, her tone sobered up slightly. “This is amazing…I love the textures of the lines…and it isn’t even done yet…wow.”

“Of course, it’s done by me,” I said, leaning forward again, this time to bite her ear.

“See, what did I just say? We’re really never going to finish. We’re going to be here all night, Jake,” she responded, slapping my shoulder teasingly. My insides melted at that face of hers. Her smile was definitely her best feature although she wanted it to be her breasts.

“Are you complaining?” I couldn’t help but add a raised eyebrow to that.

Before she responded, I already knew what her answer was going to be.

“Of course, not. Now, hurry up,” she said, squeezing her legs together, and when I stared at her, it was her turn to give me a kiss. “I’m getting horny. Lying here naked definitely doesn’t help.”