The Secret Virgin

by Kate Gilead

  “Damn. I always assume people have family, friends…someone, somewhere…you know?”

  He nods. “But not everyone does. And it’d have to be a damn good friend to take someone so freshly bereaved and helpless. Friends like that are hard to come by. You probably don’t have that many really good friends yourself. I know I don’t.”

  I realize how true that is. Among all my friends, and acquaintances, how many of them could I ask to take me in? Amanda is probably it and she’s pretty much family. And, the more I think about that, the more I realize just how much I take my family for granted.

  “What about her mother’s family?”

  “I told her to contact her grandmother on Facebook and tell her what happened. She refused at first, but I said that if she didn’t, then I would. Even if they can’t take her in, they could at least support her emotionally. Or, maybe someone could come stay with her at her place in D.C.. I dunno, something, anything, would be better than her being here.”

  “Why’d she refuse to talk to her grandmother?”

  “She says her father thought they were only being friendly with her for money. He was very paranoid, suspicious. Controlling. He put a lot of pressure on Valeriss, truth be told.”

  “What pressure? It sounds like he spoiled her!”

  “Yes but that’s a kind of pressure. To always obey, or risk having your ability to survive pulled out from under you. Money was how he controlled her, and how he showed he loved her, for all the good it did her.” He pauses, looks away. “He used it to control everyone, me included. I got away from him, eventually, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. I mean, he was her father.”

  I nod. “Well, sure. Of course. It’s funny, though. When I was unpacking your kitchen I was thinking how spoiled I am because I haven’t had to learn to cook yet. But, considering Valeriss…and even Colton, who also comes from a rich family…maybe I’m not so bad.”

  “Ya think?” he snorts. “Valeriss sometimes just needs to have the flaws in her logic pointed out. Because, when I asked her why or how her mother’s family would know or care about her money, she had no answer. They don’t know how wealthy she is. Besides, they’re all successful people in their own right. They just want a relationship with her. She’s all they have left of her mother, after all.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “Well, if I’m not…I can’t let it be my problem for much longer. I don’t want to be a prick, but I need to move on.” He sighs and squeezes my hand. “No matter what happens between you and me, I need to leave the past behind.”

  I look at him and I can’t help but smile. “You’re a very good man, Rob. Very decent. I really, really, like you, you know that?”

  “Thanks,” he says. “I like you too. And I appreciate you putting up with all this.” He pulls me to him. “I wish I could take you home with me tonight,” he whispers, nuzzling my ear. His warm breath and closeness start a cascade of tingles. “I want you so bad. I wanna make you moan, I wanna taste you, feel you around my cock…I wanna fall asleep and wake up next to you.”

  Oh God, me too! “Well…” I say, swallowing hard, “I do have the house to myself for the next couple days. Maybe we should take advantage of that while we can.”

  “Aww, yes!” He pumps his fist and kisses me, hard. “I thought you’d never ask! I was about to either beg you to go to a hotel with me, or just flat-out invite myself over.” He nuzzles me again, grinning, fanning the fire he started. “What about Tiny? Can he come?”

  “Yes! I bet he’ll appreciate some peace and quiet too. Do you need to run home and grab anything?”

  “Nope. I packed an overnight bag, just in case.” We both grin, wide. “Alright, baby, I’ll follow you in the Jeep. Let’s go!”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brenda

  My hands on the steering wheel are so sweaty, I have to keep changing my grip. I’m thinking about how Rob’s juicy cock felt inside me, and it’s making my pussy throb with anticipation.

  Behind my car, the Jeep’s headlights keep pace with me all the way home.

  I park in the driveway while Rob pulls the Jeep up in front of the house. “I think you missed your calling as a race-car driver,” he jokes as we bring the dogs into the house. I take my coat off and let Princess out of her carrier. “Did you even touch the brakes or did you just ease up on the gas when you took the corners?”

  “You seemed to keep up with me pretty well,” I say, letting him see my eyes crawl over his thick, meaty body. Is that…? Yep, it looks like something’s growing behind the zipper of his fly. “If you must know, all I could think about was getting that cock of yours inside me again,” I say it primly, looking at his crotch and then looking him square in the eye.

  Blue eyes flashing lust, he drops his bag, shrugs his coat off and in two strides, he has me in his arms. One big hand grabs my ass while the other goes under my shirt and takes a handful of boob. “Oh, you dirty girl,” he growls approvingly, bringing his face close to mine. His eyes fix on my face as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.

  My hand find his hardness and scrabbles at it, trying to grasp it through his jeans. I open his zip, reach through and grab it, finding it hot and hard, making him grunt and thrust.

  “You see? I had to drive here with this going on in my pants,” he murmurs, then mashes his lips against mine.

  I hold his throbbing hardness in his hand while our mouths melt together, tongues tangling and breath coming faster and faster. My pussy throbs strongly, insistently, wanting what it was made by Nature to take.

  “Let’s take this to my bedroom,” I lead the way to the stairs, with Rob hot behind me. The dogs follow excitedly, Princess first, then Diesel, with Tiny taking a more dignified pace. Down the hall and into my room, we fling ourselves on the bed, where Princess runs up the little set of steps and tries to get involved.

  “Okay, dogs away,” Rob says, doing that thing with his chin. Princess immediately gets down off the bed. “Go lay down,” he says, looking at her and Diesel. They both settle onto Diesel’s makeshift bed. “Tiny,” he says, “you too.” And the big Rottie ambles over and thumps himself down with a sigh. “Now, all of you,” he says, “listen up.” They all look at him, eyebrows quirking. “I’m going to fuck my girl now and I don’t want any nonsense from any of you. Got it?”

  Three heads lower obediently.

  “Oh, come ON!” I yell, giggling. “That’s ridiculous! How the fuck do you do that?”

  “Honestly?” he says, sliding his body over mine, “I don’t know.”

  I reach up and take his face between my hands, affectionately scratching his beard-stubble. “You’re more of a dog-whisperer than the real dog-whisperer.”

  “All I want is to whisper you,” he says, talking into my mouth as I’m kissing him.

  We kiss and caress each other, taking our time now. Clothes come off and land on the floor, and he stretches his naked body out alongside mine. It’s warm, and solid, muscular and masculine, sexy and comforting at once.

  And he’s giving it to me, giving everything he has to me.

  He caresses me, examining my breasts with his eyes and hands, stopping to trail fingers over a mole here, and a little scar there.

  Soon, he trails his kisses along my jaw, and his tongue follows, all the way down my body, grunting a little as he reaches my legs. I try to grab at his jutting cock on the way down, but it bobs out of my reach, leaving a warm drop of precum on my belly.

  Scrunching himself down towards the foot of my bed, he slides off when he reaches the end and kneels on the floor. He pulls me by the hips until my ass is almost hanging off the bed. I know what he’s going to do next and it’s making my legs shake already.

  And he does it…ohhh god yes, he plunges his tongue into me, over and over, fucking me with it, then slurping my juices out of my fluttering hole, ignoring my clit even as I grasp his head and grind my hips, trying to get that flicking teasing tantalizing tongue of his onto my achi
ng nub.

  He’s grunting and growling, making those sexy animal noises. His saliva and my juices drench his face, his chin and my thighs. He won’t touch my clit, he won’t, he just pulls away, teasing, teasing…until bam, he sucks it into his mouth, hard, and then soft, and then hard again, encircling it, flicking it, doing that washing-motion with his tongue that he does, making me moan and buck and clench his head between my thighs.

  Oh God, oh damn, it’s so good, so exquisite, I have to let go of his hair and grab my sheets in my fists before I pull handfuls of his hair right out of his scalp.

  He’s breathing so hard, it almost sounds like he’s about to come too…so sexy and hot, it makes those sparkles leap, and grow and grab on, grabbing my tenderest flesh; those golden tingles of pleasure that grab on and squeeze into a delectable contraction that starts off the chain reaction.

  He feels it, and pulls my hips to him so that I can’t escape, burying his face in my pussy. He uses his flattened tongue to lick me from my hole to my aching clit, licking hard …yes oh yes, here we go, here it comes… the white light flares behind my eyes as my clit and my pussy explode together, clenching over and over, making my thighs convulse around his head.

  I can’t stop myself from making that high, whispery scream, and he’s moaning too, moaning into my sopping folds as if it’s his orgasm as much as my own.

  He licks and slurps me, trying to get his tongue as far into me as he can, lapping up my juices as if they’re the most tempting drink he could ever want.

  “Unnnh,” he mumbles incoherently, getting up on his knees. His eyes are dreamy and his chin is glistening. He stands up, takes my hips in his hands and flips me over, light as a feather. On my hands and knees now, he pulls my hips towards him as his knees part my legs and hold them open.

  I can’t close my legs, I can’t go anywhere, I can’t get away from him even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. I want him to fuck me and fill me and make me his. It makes me so hot to be held open like that, open to his sight so that he can see every glistening part of me…do whatever he wants to me.

  “Oh god, oh yeah,” I whisper, “fuck me, ohhh yeah, oh yes…uhhnnnh!”

  His cock slices into me, impaling me, knocking the wind from me as he fills every inch of me with his thick, hard shaft.

  “Ahh, look at that ass,” he murmurs. He pulls back and slams me hard, making me cry out.

  “You like that? Does that feel good?” He does it again.

  “Yes! Yes…” It feels better than good, it feels wonderful. He pulls back with a snarl and just…starts…hammering me, hammering and pounding me, the sexy, slap-squelch sound of our bodies coming together filling my ears. I put my head down, arch my back, loving the sensation of being fucked, being lusted after and enjoyed.

  And as he pounds me, he finds a rhythm, or a spot or a hidden place maybe, somewhere deep inside, and every time his cock touches it, it feels like a stroke of white-hot pleasure lashing some secret hot-spot, way up far inside.

  My pussy seems to grab at his cock, almost like it has some kind of prehensile quality, grabbing at his cock like it’s trying to suck it deeper into itself. And every time it grabs it feels so good, so very very good, it makes my clit throb and my jaw go slack.

  “Ahhh yeah,” he moans, “yeah…fuck yeah,” and he pounds me with every word, his cock getting harder and harder inside me, making that grabbing and clenching feeling in my deepest part feel more and more intense.

  He slams himself home, hands gripping my waist so hard they leave tiny finger-shaped marks; I press back against him, my pussy alive with pleasure, as his hips grind his exploding cock deep inside me.

  We’re both laying there in a naked tangle, panting and sweating and trying to catch our breath.

  “Brenda,” he says dreamily, pulling me against his wide chest, “you feel so good! So fucking good!”

  “Oh god, Robert, you too. You know what?” I swallow and lick my lips, trying to catch my breath. “That was so good…every stroke felt so good, especially when you were in so deep! I think I could have come again, just from how awesome your cock feels inside me.”

  “Yeah?” He looks down at me, his face still glistening with my juices, and plants pussy-flavored kisses all over my face. “Then we’ll have to work on that. It’s just that it’s so hard to last with you…” He lets out a short laugh and hugs me to him again. “You’re so hot, sexy girl!”

  “Look who’s talking,” I say. “My pussy’s still tingling and throbbing! And the way you make me come with your mouth and tongue…oh god, it’s so much better than my fingers…or even, my little vibrator.”

  “Oh, you have a vibrator? Naughty, naughty girl!” His voice is full of approval. “Have you ever fucked yourself with it?”

  “No, no, it’s a lipstick vibrator,” I say. I squirm out of his arms and get it out of my bedside table to show him. “See? It’s too small for that. Besides, I never penetrated myself. I wanted to save that for the right guy.”

  He looks at me with warm intensity, an almost loving look. He takes the vibrator from my hand and looks at it, then turns it on. His eyes widen. “Wow, it’s powerful, isn’t it? Later, would you let me try it out on you?”

  “Hellz, yeah!” He turns it off and I put it back, then we lay back in each other’s arms contentedly.

  Princess pads over to the bed and climbs the little steps hesitantly, her nose sniffing towards what I’m sure are all the strange and interesting sex smells on the bed.

  “Out,” I say, and wonder of wonders, she turns away and gets down immediately. “Well, would ya look at that,” I say, looking with wide eyes at Rob.

  He gives me an impressed expression and a thumbs up. “See? I knew you had it in you, just by the way Diesel listens to you.”

  “Yeah but she didn’t always listen. She has a mind of her own.”

  “Maybe she just knows whether you really mean it or not. And since she’s so cute, and small and adorable, maybe you don’t always mean what you say to her.”

  I think about that for a moment. “I always mean what I say to Diesel, because I think it’s important to control a big dog. It’s important that they listen. But honestly, I thought it was mostly that he’s just a good dog.”

  “They’re all good,” he says. “Even Meff. They just need to know that we mean what we say.”

  We rest for a little while longer. “You getting hungry?” I say.

  “Starving.”

  I laugh and get up off the bed. “Me too. And thirsty. Let’s go down and see what we have.”

  We get dressed and head downstairs to the kitchen, all three dogs following. I get us each a bottle of water, which we both chug, and fix two heaping salami sandwiches on thick soft buns, layering them with cheese, lettuce, pickles and mayo.

  We head into the family room and turn on the big screen TV. I find a movie on the movie channel and we dig into our sandwiches, sitting as close together as we can while we stuff our faces.

  We finish eating and cuddle up, with Princess curling up to one side of me and the two big dogs taking spots on the floor.

  Five minutes later, we hear a car door slam and the sounds of footsteps coming to the door. Princess sits up and woofs experimentally, while Diesel and Tiny look up at Rob.

  I sit up and look at Rob, too, who looks back at me quizzically, waiting.

  We hear the front door open and then my mother’s voice calls out. “Hellloooo! Bren? Brennndaaaa! We’re home!”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rob

  “Oh!” Brenda says, “my parents are home early?”

  I don’t know whether it’s okay for me to be here or what. This is Brenda’s parent’s house, but, presumably, she’s allowed to have guests.

  Princess jumps off the couch and goes running out, barking ecstatically. Diesel stands up, unsure, while Tiny just looks at me.

  Brenda heads towards the door. Tiny, Diesel and I follow.

  “Mom! Dad! You…you’re home ear
ly!” She goes to the big, stocky older guy who’s obviously her father and gives him a hug and kiss.

  He’s just straightening up, having bent to scoop up Princess, who’s wriggling with joy in his arms as she tries to lick his face. “No, we’re not,” he says. “We’re right on time…aren’t we, Beverly?” His gaze falls on me.

  “Well, today’s the first of the month,” comes a voice from behind him. Wearing thick framed glasses and spiky hair, Brenda’s mother steps around the big man. “That’s the day we said we were coming home. ” She sees me now, too. “Oh!”

  “And you must be Rob?” Her Dad looks at Brenda, then back at me, then down at the two big dogs.

  “Yes, Mom, Dad, this is…” Brenda begins.

  Then her mother sees the dogs as well.

  “Oh my Gawwwwd!” she yells, “Look at the siiiize of ‘em! Ha! Hi Bren, c’mere, c’mere!” She hugs and kisses Brenda and looks at me, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

  “Robert Mollenkamp. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bennett, Mrs. Bennett.” I hold my hand out to each of them in turn.

  “Call me Doug,” the big man says, “nice to meet you, too. Unexpected,” he looks at Brenda, “but nice.”

  “And please call me Beverly,” Brenda’s mom adds.

  I wasn’t expecting you until Monday,” Brenda says, sheepishly.

  “Well…surprise, then, I guess!” Beverly laughs.

  “Hey, guys,” Doug says to the big dogs. They both put their ears back and wag their tails, but don’t approach him.

  He puts Princess down and kneels on one knee, which instantly makes both dogs comfortable. They go straight over to him and greet him, sniffing and wagging, eyes shining and happy to meet him.

  He looks happy to meet them too, trying to pat and talk to both of them at once. “I recognize you, you’re Diesel,” he says to the shaggy mixed-breed, petting and scratching the dog, who stretches, turns around, then lays down and shows his tummy, tail wagging happily. “But I don’t know your name,” he says to my Rottie.