Fantasies Incorporated: The Virgin
By: Bridy McAvoy
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Copyright © Sept. 2008, Bridy McAvoy
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Dedication
To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.
The Virgin
God damn that bastard to hell!”
Slamming the door behind me, I let rip as I flung my keys into the tray kept in the hall for that purpose.
“What the . . .” Tracy, my flatmate stuck her head out of the living room where my outburst had interrupted her favourite crime show on the box.
“Sorry, Tracy; it’s only me. It’s that bloody Pete again!”
“What’s he done this time?”
“You wouldn’t believe what that bastard said to me in the cinema tonight?”
“I can’t if you won’t tell me.”
“We got any of that wine left from the weekend? I need a stiff drink, then I’ll tell you. You want one?”
“Sure Angie. I’m not going to get to watch Horatio spring his surprise on the villain now; anyway they gave the plot away in the first few minutes again, I know it’ll be the driver.”
She followed me into the kitchen and watched as I poured two large glasses of wine from the bottle, emptying it in the process.
“So what’s he done this time, or by the look of you, not done?”
“You know what he’s not done!”
“What again; left you high and dry again, or is it high and wet?”
“Both again and you know what that son of a bitch said?”
“No what?”
“Right after I’d blown the bastard, for like the tenth time this month, he has the cheek to say he won’t go down on a virgin let alone do it with one!”
“He actually said that?”
“Uh . . . uh”
“The bastard!”
“He reckons that he’ll make love to me all night long but only after someone else has taught me the basics!”
“You were right Angie, he is a bastard! Dump him!”
“I would, but you know, he’s got the nicest cock I’ve ever slid my lips around and I dream most nights about him fucking me with it.”
“There’s plenty out there girl, you don’t have to stick with this loser who doesn’t want the effort of taking your prized cherry! Teach you the basics indeed! Don’t bring him back here again, I’ll cut that nice cock off for you and you can mount it on a stand!”
“That’s sweet but I need to lose this damn tag before it takes over. I’ve got to lose this damn cherry but if Pete doesn’t want it on a plate how the hell am I going to manage it?”
* * * *
Saturday morning rolled around and it was nice to have the flat to myself for the weekend. Tracy had gone off for the weekend to visit her folks up state leaving me on my own. It’s perfect for a nice sexy weekend, in with Pete and no clothes and no calls. Only there was no Pete let alone any chance of a sexy sleep over. I had just jumped into the shower when the door bell rang, loud enough to pierce the sound of the running water. Quickly wrapping a towel around my wet body and another around my dripping wet blonde hair I made for the door in a bit of a temper, I hate to be interrupted in the shower.
I opened the door with a scowl on my face to find two men in overalls standing there, one middle aged and one much younger. The older one spoke first.
“Tracy Brown?”
I shook my head no.
“Then you must be Angie Bannister?”