Dreams of a Virgin

by John Foltin

  Now, I was forty and still waiting for just that experience. I knew the older I got, the less likely that chance would come.

  My roommate Stephen, on the other hand, was a total opposite of me. He took advantage of every opportunity and, in fact, looked for others.

  It was no surprise that one night Stephen came home with two women. At first, I thought that he had brought both home for himself. I found out he had other plans.

  He had heard enough of my whining about being a virgin. He brought someone home for me to give that one special gift to.

  He took Hope to his room and left Fiona with me. Leave it to him to take the passive one and leave the aggressive one with me.

  She started walking toward me with that look in her eye. The look of a jungle cat stalking its prey. The look where she was going to get what she wanted no matter what it took.

  I got that same feeling I always did when this situation happened: fear. I started backing up. With each step back, she moved forward.

  I backed myself into my bedroom. Big mistake. Now I was trapped with only one way out, through her. She came in and closed the door. After locking the door, she took off her red T-shirt.

  I backed myself against the wall. By now, her skirt was off, leaving her just in a bra and a thong. She started taking off my sweatpants.

  “Wait. Stop.” She pulled off the sweatpants.

  “What’s the matter? Don’t you want me?”

  “I do, just not like this. You see, I’m a virgin.”

  “So?”

  “I just want my first experience to be something I’ll always remember.”

  “Don’t worry. You’ll never forget me.”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

  “I see.” She walked away as to leave. At the door, she bent down to pick up her shirt, showing off that tight ass. An ass so tight you could bounce coins off it. An ass so tight that she could put a lump of coal up it and have a diamond in a few weeks.

  At that moment, I thought back to all those lost opportunities. All those chances I had to lose it but chose not to. Then, I thought to the chances I may have in the future. Or lack thereof. This was a golden opportunity that was too good to pass up.

  “Wait. I changed my mind.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure.”

  She walked back. She unfastened her bra. She led me to the bed, then shoved me onto it.

  She pulled up my shirt and started kissing down my chest to my waist. When she got to my waist, she pulled down my drawers.

  It was clear that she got me excited. She got a big smile on her face when she saw Mount Jeff. It was clear she was about to do just that.

  “Please, be gentle. This is my first time.”

  “Baby, I’m gonna rock your world.” Somehow, I knew she would.

  She took off her bra and placed it over my eyes, like a blindfold. She then slid the bottom of her thong to the side and proceeded to scale the peak. Thirty seconds later, Mount Jeff erupted.

  That didn’t stop her. I may have been done but she wasn’t. A trek like that didn’t come every day, and she wanted to stay on top of the mountain as long as she could.

  After a few minutes, she lay on top of me. This was an experience both of us would never forget.

  My friends told me that sex was like a drug. Once you got a taste of it, you would want more and more. They were right. I was hoping Fiona would be taking up mountain climbing with me in the very near future.

  PERFECTION

  Everyone has their own ideal mate, that one person who was put on this earth just for him/her. If Jeff would have it his way, this is how it would be.

  My ideal woman wouldn’t be a supermodel. I don’t look at what is on the outside. I look for what’s inside. A nice personality, kind, honest, caring. Someone who could share everything with me.

  However, looks do play a small part. This is what my ideal woman would look like. About 5' 5", from 120-160 pounds. Bright red hair, teal or greenish eyes, bright beautiful smile. I don’t need the hourglass figure, but I would like a few curves. She doesn’t have to be a bodybuilder, but I would like for her to be in somewhat decent physical shape.

  Deep down inside, I am a sucker for romance. I love to give it as well as receive it. I am the type of person who, with the right person, could spoil her rotten. Or be spoiled as well.

  Friends describe me as one of the nicest men they know. I’ll give the shirt off my back for a friend. As long as you treat me right, I’ll return the favor twofold.

  I am also the type of person who can’t talk to someone that I am meeting for the first time. My ideal mate would be one to respect that and start slowly, to get to know me over a period of time.

  I believe that the best relationships start off as friendships first. If you can’t get along as friends, how can you become more intimate? A relationship must be based on trust, sharing and honesty. If you can’t share, how can you trust? If you’re not honest in the beginning, it will rear its ugly head in the long run.

  The women you meet in bars and clubs are not my type. They are out for only one thing: the one night stand, the wham-bam-thank-you-man. I want more than that.

  I am an old-fashioned man with old-fashioned values. I believe that sex should not be the foundation of a relationship. I want to remain a virgin until either I get married or I find the woman I want to marry. To me, flesh is the evil of a well-built partnership.

  Once I find that one special person put on this earth just for me, what will we do on that first date? Well, it depends on the woman and her interests. For the most part, our first date would be one where I could find out as much as I could about her. A nice dinner, a drive in the country or, weather permitting, a walk, possibly talking inside one or the other’s house.

  Romance always comes first to me. I treat her like a lady at all times. I always give her a single rose, open doors for her, pull out her chair, and, overall, place her on a pedestal. Whether she returns it, I don’t care. It just makes me feel good to do it for her.

  If the first date works, which doesn’t always happen, the next few dates will be similar, with an occasional movie mixed in. Maybe just staying in one night to talk. Nothing more serious than kissing in the way of physical contact. Too much can ruin it.

  I consider her just a friend until about the fourth or fifth date. Only then do I ask her to be my girlfriend. Love doesn’t just happen overnight. It takes time. Love from one means nothing if the other one does not feel it likewise.

  I don’t rush into marriage. I’ve seen people get married after a few months, and less than a year later, they’re divorced. If I take a bride, I want it to be for life. So, if she stays with me for, say six months to a year, then she’ll stay with me forever.

  I might talk of marriage to her, but will not schedule the wedding too soon. If we can live together for six to eight months, then the marriage will work. Plus, this leaves ample time to plan everything.

  The ceremony will be somewhere between your Justice-of-the-Peace wedding and the Royal Wedding. Just friends and family will be invited. Not too big, not too small. Just a typical church ceremony.

  The honeymoon will be in a romantic setting, one perfect for us to consummate our vows. In the most special of times, I would be as gentle as a kitten.

  We would slowly disrobe each other, very slowly. Then, our heads would ever so slowly come closer together. Finally, our lips meet, eyes closed tightly. We lie on the bed and let nature take its course. After a little foreplay, intercourse begins. What seems like an eternity in Heaven is over in a few minutes. We cuddle for a while and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  Sex is supposed to be the ultimate union of two souls, not a random act of pleasure soon to be forgotten. Sex is supposed to be shared with two people who are deeply in love, not to satisfy an addiction, a craving, a fix.

  Nothing dynamic, nothing extraordinary. Nothing like in the movies. Certainly not a porno. Not a Long Lost Love Found,
a Shauna’s Song, a Baile del Sueño, a Cyber Dream, an Enough is Enough. These are just dreams, images in my mind. These will never come to pass.

  If I could have just one dream, this would be it. All I want is someone to love and to raise a family with. Although most people won’t admit it, deep inside, everyone wants this dream. This is what I believe is the American Dream.

  REALITY

  We’ve seen plenty of dreams about Jeff’s first experience. But we all know that first times don’t go nearly that way. Time for a trip back to the real world.

  When I have my first time, it will be the right time for both of us. If it takes marriage for that time, so be it.

  I know my first time will not be a thing of beauty and grace. I know it will be awkward.

  I hope that she will guide me through this first time. If need be, she would take control. Otherwise, it would be like a blind man searching through a chicken coop for the right egg.

  I don’t expect it to be endless. I don’t expect it to be long-lasting. In fact, I expect that first experience to be over inside of sixty seconds.

  The first time is a learning experience. No one is a master right out of the box. I don’t expect to be any different.

  I expect some pain either on my part or hers. I expect unpleasantness.

  After it is all over, I expect to feel better than I have ever felt in my life. I have been waiting my whole life for this moment. In a matter of moments, it will all be over.

  Who am I kidding? I know that the only way I will experience this will be if I go out and buy it. On morals alone, I refuse to do this.

  You see, I have three strikes against me that will keep me from ever having a long-lasting relationship. I’m fat, ugly, and broke. On top of that, I have the kiss of death. I’m a nice guy. Translation: I am doomed to walk the world alone.

  I don’t like it, but I accept the fact that I will never have this experience. You can’t miss something you have never experienced. As much as I would like for this to happen, it wouldn’t kill me if it didn’t. If anything, it would make me want that one moment even more, and make that one moment more memorable.

  I will keep dreaming until this one moment becomes reality.

  I encourage all of you to keep dreaming and do everything you can to make those dreams come true, within reason, of course.

  There are some people I wish to thank. This book is dedicated to them.

  To my parents, Marie and Philip Foltin, for making me the man I am today. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you, Dad, and strive to be half the man you were for I know I will never be as good as you were..

  To my brother Eric, for putting up with me these past few years. You have given me so much, the most important being time with my nieces. Since I realize I will probably never have kids of my own, they are the closest things I have to daughters.

  To my best friend Dino. We have been through so much together. You’ve always been there for me when I needed you most. Thank you for being such a good friend.

  To Bill, Zeb, and Terry. We’ve got plenty of stories to tell about our adventures.

  Finally, to the few women I have dated, and to all the women who made fun of me. I could never have written this book without you. After all, it was you who created Jeff.

  Other books written by this author:

  Reality Check: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/59323

  110 Days: The Life and Times of a Hard Luck Case: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/100555

  Final Exam: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/156160

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