Dreams of a Virgin

by John Foltin

  We had a nice reception. We had a DJ playing music and my friend bartending. All through the meal, the people clanged their glasses demanding kisses. So, we gave it to them. Her sister caught the bouquet. My brother caught the garter. We danced the night away.

  As the party died out, we got into our limo and went to the airport. We were taking a Caribbean cruise for our honeymoon. We slept through the flight. We woke up just as the plane landed.

  We checked into our hotel. We were going to spend two nights here before our four-night cruise. It was here that we decided to consummate the marriage.

  That night, we decided to undress in separate rooms. We still felt uncomfortable about being naked. I undressed and hid under the sheets.

  She came from the bathroom. Turned out she had freckles all over her body. Small, but firm, breasts. Buns of steel. In short, Heaven on Earth.

  As she joined me under the covers, our lips met. I could feel my appendage grow. She grabbed my hand. I grabbed hers. All I knew about sex was what I’d seen in movies.

  Like the movies, I got on top of her and slid into her my appendage, rock hard now. I moved around, but at the same time, I was careful not to hurt her. She started yelling.

  “Are you okay?” I didn’t know if she was in pain or what.

  “Ooh. Yesss.”

  This continued for a while. When it was over, we cuddled, smiled, and fell asleep. I was glad I waited for this time.

  They say you never forget your first time. This is just how I wanted to remember it. With the woman I love, not rushing into it.

  ODD MAN OUT?

  Four guys. Three women. One man will be left out. Usually Jeff. Just once, he wished things would be different.

  For the first time in months, my friends and I decided to go clubbing. Craig had just broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago. We tried to take his mind off her.

  Seeing as I didn’t drink, I was appointed driver. At the first club, we bought Craig a beer. Raymond and David already had a few. Nothing was happening here.

  The next club we went to was more active. They had a few drinks, but there weren’t really any women to meet here.

  We went to another. This club was really kickin’. So, after they had a beer, we hit the dance floor. David couldn’t dance worth a lick, but he was out there anyway.

  All of a sudden, these three women, two brunettes and a blond, started dancing with us. The blond, Taylor, started dancing with Raymond. Heather started grinding on Craig, and Mackenzie started on David. Here I was, by myself. Again. That didn’t stop me.

  We ended up spending the rest of the night there. My friends asked them if they had a friend for me. No luck. That didn’t stop them.

  At closing time, they invited us back to their place. I felt uncomfortable. I was the odd man out, and they wanted me to drive them to their house? Well, they convinced me.

  I followed them to their house. When we went in, Taylor took Raymond to her room. David and Mackenzie went to her room. Craig and Heather headed for her room, leaving me all by myself in the living room.

  Five minutes later, out came Mackenzie. She was wearing a bra, but no panties. She came up to me.

  “So, whatcha doin’?”

  “Just sitting here, waiting on my friends. What are you doing here?”

  “Oh, David and his inchworm. He was in and out in two minutes. I told him I needed something to drink.”

  “Okay.”

  She moved closer to me. “I bet you’ve got more than an inch hard.” She started rubbing my inner thigh.

  “Uhh. I guess.”

  “Well, let’s find out.” She wrapped her legs around mine as she began to undo my pants. As she pulled them down, she slid onto my lap. She placed her hand down my briefs and felt around.

  “Ooh, that’s definitely more than an inch.”

  Still holding it, only much bigger now, she placed my salami into her container. She started gyrating in slow clockwise circles. As she did this, I unfastened her bra and slowly took it down. I placed my hands on top of her bosom.

  Having pleasured herself, she got up and put her bra back on.

  “Meet me here tomorrow. You were great.” She kissed my cheek and went back with David.

  I put my pants back on and composed myself. Ten minutes later, out came Taylor.

  “Having fun, Jeff?”

  “Not really. Kind of boring out here. You?”

  “Sort of. Raymond’s too rough with me. I don’t like that.” She put her arms around me. “I bet you’d be gentle.”

  “Sure. I know how to treat a beautiful lady.”

  She lay me on the couch. “Prove it.” She lay on top of me and pressed her lips to mine. She ran her tongue across and around my lips.

  As she did this, I rubbed my hand down the back of her undies. I caressed her baby soft tush. I took my index and middle fingers and felt around until I found the hole in between her legs. They slipped in. As this happened, she let out a loud gasp.

  As they slowly wiggled around inside, the gasps got quicker and louder. Her back arched, her breasts now in my face. I poked it in and out. She gripped my arm, cutting off the circulation, nails digging into my flesh.

  To stop the pain, I pulled out. She let out a deep breath.

  “Ooh. That was terrific. Meet me here tomorrow.”

  “Okay.”

  With a grin ear to ear on her face, she went back in with Raymond. Just as I got calmed down, Heather came out, wearing nothing.

  “You must be bored out here by yourself.”

  “A little. Where’s Craig?”

  “Oh, I told him I had to use the little girl’s room. Actually, he wanted to control the situation. I like to be in control,” as she looked me over from head to toe.

  “Not me. I’m not a forceful type.”

  “I was hoping you would say that.”

  She slowly unbuttoned my shirt. As she removed it, I wrapped my arms around her. She took my arms and placed them by my side.

  “Uh-uh. No touching the merchandise.”

  I agreed. She rubbed her hands up and down my hairy chest. She rubbed her face up and down my chest.

  She placed her hands down my drawers and massaged my manhood. She brought down my pants. She dropped to her knees and placed my manhood into her oral orifice. She turned into a human vacuum, trying to suck me dry. Having done it once already, there was not much left. She gently nibbled on my carrot.

  As she did this, I ran my hands through her thick, lustrous brown curly hair. A few minutes later, she stopped.

  “Wow, you were great. See ya tomorrow?”

  “Okay.”

  Five minutes later, all six came back fully dressed, none knowing what the others did. As my friends and I left, they waved good-bye. As I looked back, all three winked at me.

  The next day, I went back alone. Mackenzie answered the door.

  “Hi, Jeff. C’mon in,” holding my hand.

  As I went in, Taylor was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Heather was in the kitchen. Both looked at me and smile.

  Mackenzie sat me on the sofa, between her and Taylor. In came Heather.

  “Thanks for coming back,” all three said in unison.

  “It was no problem coming to see three beautiful women like you.”

  Upon hearing this, the three kissed me, Mackenzie on one cheek, Taylor the other, and Heather my forehead. I felt a hand on each leg.

  Heather went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. I sensed that dessert would not be cooked. Fifteen minutes later, dinner was ready. The four of us sat at the table to enjoy a nice roast chicken dinner with green beans and mashed potatoes.

  After we finished, they tried to lead me to their rooms. It was there that they realized that the other two were interested in their man. At first, I thought an argument was to ensue. It turned out the fight was on whose room to use. Upon review, we used Heather’s room, as it was the biggest.

  The three proceeded to undress me, one high, one
middle, and one low. They undressed each other. I started to get aroused.

  We moved to the bed. They lay me down.

  Heather lay to my right, Mackenzie to my left, and Taylor on top. I was smothered with kisses from head to toe. Six ivory breasts before me. Six luscious drumsticks twisted around me. Six ruby red lips covering my every part with tender soft kisses.

  To be fair, they rotated. Taylor switched with Mackenzie. After a while, Mackenzie switched with Heather. I just laid back and enjoyed everything. This was the greatest experience of my life.

  Until I woke up. I knew something like this had to be a dream.

  FOOTBALL HERO

  How many men have had fantasies about winning the big game for your school? Well, Jeff did. Let’s see how his fantasy turns out.

  Senior year. I was not that good, but I tried out for the football team once again as a running back. I never started my first three years. I didn’t even touch the ball.

  I thought this year, as a senior, I could play. But no. I was third string back. A junior got the starting nod. Another senior beat me out as well. I didn’t quit. I knew if one of them got hurt that I might get in the game.

  As it turned out, our team finished undefeated. I still got no credit. I only appeared in one game, the seniors’ game, and, even then, I never touched the ball.

  Our star back rushed for over fifteen hundred yards. The second back rushed for over six hundred yards. The quarterback rushed for around five hundred yards. I rushed for zero yards on zero carries. It didn’t matter because we were in the playoffs.

  We won our first game easily 41-6. Our second game wasn’t as easy, but we still won 35-21. Our state semifinal was a struggle, but we prevailed 28-24.

  In those three games, still no action for me. My tail was used to the pine by now. I knew I wouldn’t get into the championship game.

  We were playing one of the greatest teams in state history. They gave up only two touchdowns all year. They averaged thirty-eight points a game. By halftime. Their quarterback was named National Player of the Year.

  I was just there to support my team. The long four hour trip to the game, I was thinking, “Do I regret trying out and failing again even though I’m going to the championship? No.”

  I suited up in the locker room. Coach Strager gave us our pep talk. We said our prayers and headed to the field.

  Throughout the game, defense made big plays. Halfway through the first half, our number two back turned his ankle. He was out for the game. I thought I’d get a chance to play. Coach Strager decided to go with just the main back.

  We went into the locker room at halftime in a scoreless tie. I knew that if we were going to win, we’d have to control the ball. Which meant no action for Jeff.

  The second half continued where the first left off. No scoring. With five minutes left in the game, our star back took a hard hit on third down. He bruised a rib. He was out for the game. That meant I was the number one back now. But it was fourth down, and we punted. The only way I would get in was if we got the ball back.

  Their team drove down to our two yard line. We put up our goal line stand. Three tries to get two yards. They gained nothing. Fourth down. They tried a field goal. I figured a nineteen yard field goal, a chip shot, it was sure to be good. He kicked it. Wide right! He missed it.

  We got the ball back. I went into the game. There was 1:39 left to play. There wouldn’t be much running here. Ninety-eight yards for a touchdown. We only needed a field goal.

  Our quarterback hit receivers left and right with precision sideline passes. He ran for ten yards. The drive stalled at their forty. Pass for five yards on first. Two straight incompletions. Fourth and 5. Twelve seconds left. Too long for a field goal.

  Coach Strager decided to run. I was not scouted. How could they scout me? I’d never touched the ball. If I didn’t make the first down, we’d go to overtime. If I did, we’d stop the clock and kick the field goal. I started getting nervous.

  We lined up. Quarterback took the snap and put the ball in my breadbasket. I started to the outside. No room. I cut back to the inside. Big hole. I ran as fast and hard as I can. I slipped a tackle. I got the first down, but I was not stopping there. I was thinking touchdown. I ran right down the middle of the field. My receivers threw some key blocks for me. I was running out of gas. They were catching up to me. So, at the three, I dove with what I had left for the end zone. As I hit the ground, time expired. Touchdown! We won 6-0!

  The next thing I knew, everyone was running toward me. They picked me up, players, cheerleaders, fans, band, up on their shoulders and carried me off the field. In that brief instant, I went from a nobody to the most popular kid in school. I knew then that I could get any woman I wanted.

  I took a shower, got dressed, answered a few hundred questions from the press, and went to the bus. As I got on the bus, the cheerleaders pulled me off. They told me I was riding back with them. Four hours with cheerleaders. How could I resist ten of the most beautiful women in the school?

  They surrounded me on the bus. Kisses from everywhere. Touching from everywhere, on everywhere. Overall, four hours of total pleasure.

  The next night, there was a party to congratulate the team on its first state championship. The party was going okay. Then the man of the hour, me, walked in. Again, I got mobbed. Kisses from every woman there. Handshakes from every man there.

  Coach Strager called me up. He presented me with a plaque: “MVP of the State Championship 1988". The crowd applauded. I was speechless, for a while.

  “Thank you all. I had to wait four years for this moment, to touch the ball. With this type of reception, I couldn’t have picked a better time to do it. I regret that I did it at the expense of my teammates. I don’t deserve this award for just one play. These guys got us this far. I just finished it off. So, I’m going to share this with my fellow teammates. Again, thank you.”

  I received a standing ovation, not that they were sitting anyway. I mingled with the crowd. I went inside to get a breather. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over. It was Schyler, the prettiest, most popular girl in school.

  “Hi, Jeff,” in a sexy voice.

  “Uhh. Hi.”

  “Is there somewhere we can talk? Privately?”

  “I’m sure we can find somewhere.”

  We looked around and found an empty room.

  “You know, you looked good out there last night.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You know, as the most popular guy in school, you get to be seen with the most popular girl. And you know who that is,” as she pressed me against the wall.

  “I sure do.”

  “Well, we don’t have to limit it to being seen,” as she blew softly in my ear.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ll show you.” She planted a deep, hard kiss on me. I had to take off my glasses; she’d steamed them up. She started to unbutton her blouse. So, I unbuttoned my shirt. She unfastened her bra.

  “Besides, only the most popular men get to see these,” as she lowered her bra. She was so very developed. “And only the most popular men get to feel these,” as she placed my hands on her melons. “And only the most popular men get to taste this,” as she inserted her tongue in my mouth when we kissed.

  She started to unfasten my pants, but she had trouble pulling them down over my boner. She left her skirt on, but pulled down her panties. She placed them on my head. My cucumber got planted into her fertile soil.

  This was the greatest feeling of my life. I was making out with Schyler. Every guy’s dream at my school.

  As we finished, I had one of those “cat that just ate the canary” type grins on my face. She was like, “Ho hum”.

  As I went back to the crowd, I grabbed some punch and mingled some more. By the time I left, I had phone numbers of every cheerleader, ten other females, and the biology teacher.

  When I got home, my answering machine was lit up like a Christmas tree.

  “Hi,
Jeff. This is Gillian. You doing anything next week? If not, give me a call. Bye.”

  “Hey, Jeff. It’s Beth. If you’re not busy next week, give me a call. I’d love to do something with you.”

  “Hello, Jeff. Jim Lichtenberg here. Listen. Heard about your game and called to see if you wanted to play football here at State University next year. Gimme a call, okay? Bye.”

  “Hey, Jeff. It’s me, Stacy. Hey, whatcha doin’ Saturday? I’ll be waiting for your call, honey. Bye.”

  I’d never gotten messages before. Now all this? No sooner did the messages stop than the phone rang again.

  “Hello? Hello?”

  No answer. I heard a beeping in my ear. That was when I realized I picked up the phone in my sleep, and that I’d dreamt the whole thing.

  BANKING ON A DREAM

  Even the most ordinary person has those times when he wants to just let loose. All he needs is a little incentive.

  After a long week working at the bank, I needed to unwind. I went with a few friends clubbing. After a few drinks, we hit the dance floor, acting like we could dance but not a decent move among us.

  That was when this amazing redhead came up to me and started dancing with me. I mean, not just dancing, but grinding on me. Now, either there was a roll of quarters in my pocket, or this was really turning me on. No change in my pocket.

  Hailee was the total opposite of me. She was spontaneous, outgoing, lived by the seat of her pants. (And what a beautiful seat it was.) Me, I was the quiet introvert who played by the rules to the letter. I knew opposites attract, but this was ridiculous.

  We danced the night away. After last call, she said goodbye.

  “It doesn’t have to be goodbye. In fact, I wish it wasn’t.”

  She laughed and walked away.

  Next Friday, it was 4:55, five minutes until closing time. I was preparing my final count of my drawer.

  Lo and behold, who should walk in but Hailee, looking even more beautiful than I remembered. She walked right up to me and kissed me long and hard. “Miss me?”