Lonely Babe Took My Virginity

I watched her from the gloom of the marquee as she approached, the weak winter sun becoming summer through her orange dress. She was one of those hazy relatives only seen at special occasions and all the other wedding guests ignored her.

The murmur in the marquee swelled as she entered, something that stiffened her neck immediately. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, pushing past to one of the candles at the back of the buffet table. I was simply an obstruction. I was used to that. Like all females, she had never shown me the slightest bit of interest and I wasn’t expecting that to change, not even now with her shiny new pariah status

As she leant across and pulled the candle to her, dragging the flame deep into the tobacco and closing her eyes as she did so. The front of her dress gaped open and I was transfixed.

‘What are you staring at?’ Her head cocked towards me, cigarette smoke trailing up through her hair.

I blushed. She knew exactly what I was looking at and so did everyone else there. I tried to find words that would save me from pissing off another beautiful woman, but all I could come up with was to point to where her cleavage dived beneath the questionable protection of the orange gauze. ‘You’ve spilt cherry pie on your dress.’

She left before I could embarrass myself further. I leant back, trying to feign nonchalance and burnt my wrist on the candle.

As she left, she was intercepted by, of all people, my mother. Embarrassing enough, but worse, in a short exchange of heated whispers they both glanced back at me. Then she was gone and my mother was telling me to stay away from her. Normally I would have left it at that, but the shame of having my mother intervene, at my age, made me go find her. I grabbed a wet cloth from a waiter as I left.

She was propped against a wall behind the mansion that dominated this park, dragging hard on her cigarette. Her tear-smudged eyeshadow looked like black addition signs stamped into her eyes. As I approached, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and applied it with a shaking hand. The lipstick was blue, like the centre of a Bunsen flame.

I handed her the cloth, telling her it was for the stain on her dress. Not the stuff of Casanova, but for me it was high romance and she didn’t tell me to fuck off. Instead she returned my smile and that was the first time that any woman, other than my mother, smiled with me. I didn’t need a thankyou.

She accepted the damp item and our hands touched as she took it. She didn’t flinch away from that touch and I tried to not gaze down her dress as she dabbed it.

‘It’s a shame that you didn’t wear red.’ I said, shifting my trousers so that she wouldn’t see the effect her touch was having on me.

‘I suppose you’d prefer me wearing some thick tweed number like you.’

‘It hides the stains.’

‘Men’s suits need to.’

‘I don’t think that the cloth is working.’ I said

She studied the patch, which was now bigger, and agreed with me.

‘You look cold.’ I said. She had goose bumps.

‘I didn’t think to bring a coat. I thought that the reception would be inside. Who the hell has a marquee in winter anyway?’

‘I think that the bride’s father runs a scout group or something.’ I gave her my jacket and this time her hand clasped over mine and squeezed. ‘Thankyou.’ She said and I tried not to shiver in the cold.

‘Hold me?’ She whispered, wiping a tear from her cheek. ‘I just need to feel someone close to me.’

‘Me?’ No woman had asked me to hold her before. I didn’t know whether she was just teasing me or not.

‘Why not? Looks aren’t just superficial you know. Men can be attractive in other ways.’

I’m still not sure if that was a compliment or not.

Her arms folded around me and any worries I had about whether she was teasing me disappeared as she placed those blue lips on mine.

I just managed not to flinch as I realised who I was kissing. The next thing I knew, her tongue wove past my teeth, filling my mouth with the taste of unburnt tobacco.

Stiffly I reciprocated.

‘Looks like you need to feel someone close as well.’ She said breaking the kiss and it was then I realised that I had just pressed my hard-on into her belly.

She feigned coyness, but then put her hand on my crotch and asked if I wanted to see if there was a room free in this lousy place.

‘Someone might see us.’ I said like a fool, pushing her hand away.

I may as well have slapped her.

‘People already think I’m a slut. Are you ashamed to be seen with me?’

‘No, I…’

‘If you’re a coward then say so now. Cowardice isn’t attractive and you can slink back under your rock and wait for some troll to find you if that’s the case.’

Without another word I let her lead me by the hand into the hotel and I almost managed not to look guilty when we pushed through a posse of wedding guests.

She locked the door behind us and kissed me over long oak floorboards to a bed with blue-black covers. For a moment I felt sure that beneath those covers would be orange sheets, to match the girl’s dress. But the dress was gone, it fell to the floor, revealing underwear the same blue as her lipstick. She stood there, fully available to wherever my hands were inclined to wander, but I was too afraid of making a mistake to do anything about it.

‘What are those,’ I asked, noticing circular welts burning beneath a thick layer of foundation on her inner forearm.

She turned her arms to hide them. ‘Nothing that concerns you.’ She said, pushing me onto the bed. She jumped on after me, those moist lips hovering over my crotch as she pulled my trousers and boxers down around my ankles. She kissed my cock and as her lips touched me, I knew that I was about to get my first blowjob, I was sure of it. Her lips were so soft, I daren’t imagine what the inside of her mouth would feel like.

‘What’s it to be big boy?’ She said, pulling a condom out from somewhere. ‘You want to feel everything or feel safe?’

‘Won’t the condom taste bad?’ I asked, it didn’t look particularly savoury.

‘Everything in my life tastes bad at the moment, so don’t try and push your decision onto me.’

‘Put it on then.’ I said, transfixed by the unhindered view down through her cleavage to that cotton-covered pleasure between her legs. ‘We won’t have to worry later then.’

I closed my eyes, wanting no other senses to encroach on this than the feeling of her mouth engulfing me. It was my turn to groan.

Too soon she let my cock fall from her mouth. ‘You’re a virgin aren’t you.’

I didn’t answer and didn’t need to. I was lying there like a piece of wood, too scared to do anything in case I killed the magic.

She crawled up my body and kissed me, the oaky taste from the condom reminding me of illicit woodland fires from my youth. I reached up and ran my hands along her back, that seemed a safe enough action to me. It seems mad now, there she was straddled over me and I was afraid to touch her. I really was a virgin, in all senses of the word.

As we kissed, I edged my hands to her shoulders, then down to her chest. She encouraged my exploration with a moan. Her breasts were so soft in my hands and I was terrified that I’d hurt her, shattering this dream, but she seemed to like it. The nipples puckered under my palms – I could actually feel her getting turned on by what I was doing, it was amazing. I pinched the hard flesh.

‘That’s plenty hard enough.’ She panted. But there was no element of criticism in her voice, it felt natural and the words were gone in a moment. ‘Why don’t you carry on exploring?’ She added. ‘Feel how wet I am. Feel how much I want you.’

‘You’ll have to be gentle though.’ She whispered, her cheek resting on mine. ‘It’s so long since I’ve been fucked. I slipped my finger inside myself last night and if felt sooo tight. Almost as tight as my arse.’

I edged my fingers down past her knickers, into her shaven thicket, within which somewhere was hidden a wet hole, apparently. It was farther down than I had anticipated, despite my diligent research into the matter through the years. Just when I thought my arm would stretch no more, I felt damp hairs, then my fingers slipped over smooth wet skin. More groans encouraged me to slip my finger in. I wondered briefly if I should be doing some more groaning myself, but I decided against it, weaving my finger around the knobbly flesh inside her vagina, exploring its tightness and wondering what it would feel like to have those taught muscles straining against my cock, rather than my thin finger.

All too soon she took my wrist and brought my fingers up to her mouth, sucking them one by one. As she did this, she sat up, her hair falling across her face as she looked down at me.

‘Do you want me to finish you off with a blowjob or will you take the risk?’ She asked as the last finger dripped from her mouth.

‘What’s the risk?’ I asked.

‘None.’ She said, pulling the gusset aside and nestling her pubes onto the head of my cock.

She sank down until her arse was resting on my thighs and it was like pushing into molten toffee. ‘Provided the condom doesn’t break.’ She added.

There was a noise from outside the door of the room and for a moment I thought we were about to get busted.

‘Relax,’ she said lacing her fingers and stretching up to the ceiling. She twisted her arms luxuriously. ‘The door’s locked, remember?’ Her body was loose and alive and I envied her. I stretched out my arms too, hoping that in emulating her I might relax a bit to. The room was light and airy, the breeze from an open window billowing the curtains. This was nothing like the cramped bathroom back home.

She fell forward onto all fours and for the first time I noticed that she was wearing a delicate gold cross around her neck. It swung between us, almost brushing across my skin as she fucked me.

She stared into my eyes and I, not knowing what else to do, followed suite as she slid her hips up and down mine. There was a draught from an open window somewhere and it played around my cock each time she slid across my stomach, making the heat within her even more exquisite. Each stroke dragged on my cock through the condom. ‘Are you sure we don’t need lubrication?’