“A month or two of no sex!?!” Justin wailed.
Looking back at the paramedic who had made the snarky comment, Erith sighed. “Why is it always you?” She said to the petite blonde who had somehow managed to attend each of her sex-related accidents. This was the fifth time, and Erith was now beginning to get tired of Sophie Potter’s quips. “Maybe you should stick to your day job!” Erith muttered.
Sophie grinned a lop-sided grin. Her green eyes sparkling. “This is my day job,” she said, “I’m just on the night shift this week. Fortunately for you our paths have crossed once more. Maybe this is some god telling you to not get laid.”
“If so that god can fuck off,” Erith said. “I want to get laid. Everyone else is getting some. Why not me?”
For the first time since the paramedic entered the changing rooms with her colleague Sophie’s face lost its previous look of bemusement and composed a more nurturing expression instead. “Look… Erith, isn’t it? Don’t rush: it will happen when it happens, and if you’re lucky it will actually be something magical, and not incredibly awkward and embarrassing and something you’ll pretend never happened, and it was actually your SECOND guy, who gave you your first orgasm, who took your virginity. Or at least that’s the story you give anyone who asks.”
Erith raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like quite a story.”
“And one you’ll never hear,” Sophie said. Gently patting the bandage she had applied around the young woman’s head, Sophie gave Erith a reassuring smile. “Seriously though: don’t stress. You only lose your virginity once.”
“But you just said-”
“As much as I’d like to pretend otherwise, my first time really was in the back of my dad’s ice cream van,” Sophie said, then immediately pointed at Erith’s pale face. “And THAT is as much as I’m going to tell you, so don’t ask further questions!”
Erith grinned, though a comment from Justin quickly wiped that off her face:
“God! You really ARE cursed!” He snarled as he passed the two women. “I should have listened to what they were all saying about you! A month of no sex! Fuck my life! This is all your fault, Erith!”
“Ignore him,” Sophie said when the young man had been escorted out by her colleagues, gently cradling his broken cock beneath his jeans with both hands. “This was just a fluke accident, that’s all.” Seeing Erith look sceptical, Sophie persisted: “just an accident. You’ve got some bad luck, that’s all. You’re not cursed.”
*****
“Yeah, right!” Erith muttered to herself as she climbed the tree outside her bedroom window. Previously it belonged to her older brother, Eric: Erith had inherited the larger room and the convenient late-night access point when her brother had moved out several years ago. ‘One day this will save you embarrassment with our parents’ Eric had told her.
Erith understood him now. She didn’t want to have to explain to her mother why she (Erith) was arriving back home near midnight, when she had texted her parents earlier that she was just at after-school lessons with Mr Fartherton. Fortunately no one had noticed she’d left her bedroom window slightly ajar, despite how cold it was lately, despite being the supposed height of summer.
While her room was pitch black, Erith knew the layout like the back of her hand, and the clothes she had left lying all over the floor masked her footsteps as she crept into bed. Settling under the covers – trying not to feel like shit about yet another failed attempt to lose her virginity ending in injury and ANOTHER guy believing she was literally cursed – Erith became aware of soft moaning coming from nextdoor: her sister Erin’s room.
Shit. Her older sister was back home from uni, and had brought one of her fuck buddies home with her.
“Rub it in, why don’t you?” Erith whispered angrily as she pulled the covers up over her head.
~~~~~
Despite the low-level noise from her sister next door, Erith managed to catch several hours of sleep, and woke up feeling at least physically refreshed, if not mentally recuperated: she was still frustrated by what had happened last night at school, and wasn’t looking forward to returning there today.
While she was thinking of what condition to claim she had today to avoid going to school, Erith creeped downstairs to make herself some breakfast; hoping not to disturb her parents, and especially her sister and whoever she had been enjoying last night.
“Headache? Migraine? Period pains?” She mused aloud (quietly) to herself as she poured a bowl full of cereal. Having caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the way into the kitchen, she was glad no one was up to see her bed hair (huge in volume and sticking up all over the place) and pallid, make-up free face with suffered from the usual Winters issue of being completely incompatible with tanning coupled with a plethora of acne that covered most of her cheeks (usually buried under mountains of make-up, which was a pain as few companies in the UK offered foundation for skin as pale as hers – Erith shipped most of her stuff in from South Korea).
What Erith would give to be as sun-kissed as her friends!
It was all unfair, Erith silently mused as she waited for the kettle to boil; no tan, no sex, poor grades. She wasn’t as smart as her sister, nor (apparently) was she as sexually active as Erin. Or Eric, for that matter: a well-paid lawyer and seducer of so many fucking women it wasn’t funny, including clients, twin daughters of clients, his boss probably. Eric had probably fucked more people than Erith knew.
And the less she knew the better. Erith was so fucking horny right now she would probably kill a guy if she’d ever get one between her thighs. Thankfully so far all that seemed to happen was the poor bloke got his dick snapped. Five broken cocks and not one of them had made it into her vagina…
“Making coffee?”
Erith froze. Literally froze staring with wide eyes at the one man in the world she wanted never to see her in such a state as she was right now. Of course it would be him: of all the men in the world Erin would have invited back for a night of great sex at her parent’s house it would be him.
“Too early?” Kyle Matthews said, grinning and cocking his head in mock regard of her.
In contrast to Erith, who looked a mess despite having had no sex last night, Kyle didn’t look like a man who had probably fucked her sister for hours last night: his hair was loose and wavy, curled in cute blonde bunches above a beautifully tanned face with big blue eyes that made Erith’s pussy drip as he regarded her with that gorgeous smile of his.
She couldn’t talk. All that escaped from her lips was a ‘ah’.
“You were supposed to SNEAK out,” Erin said as she appeared from behind Kyle. “Not treat my sister as a barista. I’m so sorry you have to see this hideousness first in the morning, Erith.”
“What? No!” Erith spluttered, having found her voice. “He’s gorgeous! I mean: would you like coffee? We have decaf! Do you take decaf? I don’t know. Do you? Do you even drink coffee? Of course you do – you asked me if I was making coffee! I’m sorry, I’m stupid! How are you?”
Credit to the man, Kyle’s expression didn’t change much through Erith’s bout of verbal diarrhoea. Maybe it grew just a little more bemused, but he was polite enough not to let it be too obvious for her. “I’m going to chill outside for a bit,” he said to Erin, who was trying not to smile too much. “Give you two some space. I’m fine with decaf,” he added to Erith, winking at her.
Her pussy practically did a backflip in joy.
“Such cringe. Many embarrassment. Wow,” Erin said, grinning.
“Don’t,” Erith growled as she added two more mugs to hers. “I swear you do this deliberately.”
“Yes! You’ve got me!” Erin said as she wrapped an arm around her taller sister’s shoulders. “I come home from uni every other weekend just to watch you bleed rizz all over the floor every time you look at Kyle. It’s what gives me strength and joy in life.”
“Mean,” Erith said. Then smiled. “Seriously: I’m so fucking jealous you get to ride that Italian stallion.”
“Yeah… he’s really dreamy in that ‘Sunshine and Tequila’ sort of way. Then he opens his mouth.”
“So fucking Scottish.”
“Like ‘Subtitles Required’ Scottish,” Erin said. “I’ve known Kyle for over two years now, and there’s many times I’ve no idea what he’s saying. It’s worse when he’s drunk. One night he got so bad even Brad and Ali had no idea what the fuck he was saying.”
Brad and Ali were Kyle’s longtime friends from uni. Erith had met both – Erin had invited them over to stay the night quite a few times by now, even last academic year when she (Erin) was sneaking her lovers home behind her boyfriend’s back – and both men were insanely hot. Not Kyle hot – he was just on another level to mere mortals – but still insanely attractive specimens of the male species. Just the thought of being fucked in all holes by the three of them had driven Erith to some insanely potent self-inflicted orgasms.
(As for Erin’s boyfriend: Peter was now more than happy for his wife-to-be to be fucking other guys.)
“Heard you came back late last night,” Erin said. Erith looked side-eye at her sister and noted the cheeky grin on her (Erin’s) face. “So… did you…?”
“Fucking no,” Erith muttered. “Of course a fucking freak accident happened and I broke his dick.”
“AGAIN?!?” Erin exclaimed loudly, then immediately slapped her hands over her mouth. “What?!?” She said through her hands, drawing out the word far longer than necessary. When Erith did nothing but look aghast Erin took her hands away and hugged her sister. “Oh Sweetie… I’m sorry… but it’s a little funny…”
“It’s not…” Erith said, though she found it difficult to suppress a smile. “I guess you have to laugh… not if you’re Justin, though… poor guy… such a nice dick too… I’m sure he’ll recover just fine, but for fuck’s sake! Five! I’m so fucking cursed, I swear! I know you think I’m crazy-”
“Hmmm…” Erin made a sound. Stroking her sister’s hair, she helped Erith pour out three coffees. “No, I don’t think you’re crazy… in fact… hmmm…”
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