His Dirty Virgin(3)

I raised my eyebrow up at him. Princess? I followed his eyes and watched as they lingered for a moment on the pearls on my ears and around my neck and then my pale pink sundress. Oh.

“Stop by sometime.” He reached in his back pocket and took a card out from his wallet. “The shop. I saw the look on your face earlier. You’re curious. Come check it out for yourself.”

“Sure,” I responded, meeting his eyes. I mustered up the courage to smile at him. God. I could stare at him all day. I was curious. Not as much about a tattoo as about him, and exactly what it would feel like to have a certified bad boy kissed me. “I will. I’ll stop by.”





2





Becca



Every time I thought about Jake, my brain was telling me ‘no’, but my pussy was giving me a big ‘yes’!

I’d been lying in bed for a good couple of hours, not wanting to get up. The morning was half gone already, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t slept much the night before, but I wasn’t tired. I was kidding myself thinking my frustration was with my father and the conversation at lunch was keeping me awake, but it wasn’t that. It wasn’t my demanding, judgmental, arrogant father. Not at all. I’d been living with his stern stares and long lectures for years. No, my mind kept picturing a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed man I barely knew.

Just thinking about Jake made me wet. He’d looked so good when he stopped to help me change my tire. Beads of sweat had run down his golden skin as we stood under the scorching midday sun. His hands had been covered in oil and grease from fixing my tire, but it did nothing to mar his looks. The truth was the dirt and grime made him look dangerously sexier. He’d been willing to get down and dirty for me like a bad boy gentleman.

But he was older. Not like a creepy father figure or something, but he was twenty-four. At least. It was as if the age difference made him off-limits, forbidden fruit. No, it was more that I was too young, a virgin just out of high school. And he’d called me a princess.

To him, I probably was. But that didn’t mean I felt like one.

He was so different from the guys in the all-boys school we usually had dances with. They always looked so kept, with not a single strand of hair on their heads out of place. The polos and blazers they wore never creased. I couldn’t help but imagine a few of my guy friends trying to change my tire, and I burst out laughing. I just couldn’t fathom them getting down and dirty. I doubted they even knew how to do it. They’d probably have their chauffeurs change my tire instead.

But Jake…

I shook my head as his name made me sigh. Nothing about the way he changed my tire was humorous. He’d been oh-so sexy, efficient, and so…manly. I laughed imagining him putting the boys in the private school to shame. He’d been one himself, graduating and then going his own way. Giving his father and the country club lifestyle the finger.

The bad boy image worked for him. Every part of him seemed to have been carved by a master sculptor, and what made it even better was that all his tattoos seemed to fit perfectly with his physique. Yes. Him. Definitely.

I should have been interested in the boys who I graduated with. Off to Harvard or Princeton and then back to work in the family law firm, just as Jake had been expected to do. I was expected to work at my father’s firm until I married, after which, I’d never use my college education for more than popping out two children and taking them to the country club pool.

No, I didn’t want that any more than Jake did. He’d walked away. I wanted to. I didn’t want any of the guys my father pushed my way. I felt no attraction. No desire. Nothing. I wanted someone who made my breath catch, my heart race, my nipples harden and my pussy ache. If I was going to fulfill the stupid virgin pact I’d made with a few of my girlfriends before graduation, it was going to be difficult with the Todds and Chads I knew. So far, there hadn’t been anyone worthy. I wasn’t going to hand my V-card over to just any guy.

My friends Jane and Mary had already done it. Snagged the right guys and given it up. From the way they looked at their men—and they were men—they’d enjoyed it immensely. Jane had been the first, snagging our Civics and Government teacher, Mr. Parker. Mary, on the other hand, had been set up with Greg, Mr. Parker’s friend. Well, it wasn’t really a setup. Mary was babysitting Greg’s niece, and things had progressed rapidly from there.

Now, both were madly in love with their respective boyfriends, and they wanted me to find the same. They were always gushing about going on dates together, and that dating older men came with certain perks…both outside and inside the bedroom. From eating in classy, expensive restaurants to experimenting with hot sex, they boasted how it was better with older men. I believed them. No one could ever go wrong with experience, but the competitive part of me wanted the extra challenge of finding my own…virgin taker?