Losing Virginity (22 page)

After
laying there for a minute, he finally spoke.

"Did
you come?" he asked, innocently. He was smiling so he had to know that I
did. Then again, after purring like that everyone at the lake probably knew I
did.

"Of
course not," I said, laughing. "What would give you that crazy
idea?"

He
laughed. "So it was good?"

"It
was more than good," I said. I drew him close and kissed him again.

"While
I would love more than anything to continue this, I think we are in danger if
we don't leave this island," he said.

Apparently,
we were in the middle of a storm and we should have gotten out of there a while
ago, but deep in the thrall of our passion… My passion… We hadn't noticed a
storm come over us because the lighting started to strike the same time Ms.
Orgasm showed up. Virginity was thundering but the storm for her would have to
come later.

I
nodded a sheepish smile.

"But what about you?"
I said coyly.

"I'll
live," he joked, "but we might not live if we stay here."

He
was right. We both packed up the picnic and brought it to the boat. He helped
me in again, still a gentleman. He piloted the way back to the shore as the
rain poured down on us.

All
we could do was look at each other.

………

When
we pulled into the docks, I was leaning on him as he steered the boat into the
rocky beach and pulled it ashore. We were soaking wet and the rain hadn't
stopped. I hadn't had the sense to wear a bra, so my breasts showed through my
little sundress and Big Stick, being the good man that he was, lent me his shirt.
We just lay like that for a little while, letting the rain soak into us and
holding each other.

He
pulled me close, kissed me on the neck, then on the lips and I responded,
gratefully. Finally, he jumped out of the boat and pulled us ashore before we drifted
off again. We both stood next to each other looking out at the water without
saying a word. He circled his arm around my waist and gave me a long, leg
lifting kiss, my arm around his neck and hand on his chest.

"Thank
you," I said breathlessly.

"For
what?" he asked.

"Thank
you for everything today. It's been wonderful. Keep that up and you may have a
shot," I joked, trying to act hard to get, but I wasn't sure how I came
off. "I'm borrowing this shirt, Jack Sparrow," I said and turned
around and walked away making sure not to cover up my see-through dress too
quickly.

It
would have been a perfect exit if I didn't forget that my sandals were still in
the boat. I ran back and he handed them to me. I can’t deny the fact that
seeing him there, wet and shirtless, looking seriously at me made me want to
give it all another go right there on the dock. His eyes saw through my t-shirt
and sundress. He saw my heart. And I think he thought it was sexy. Damn Big
Stick.

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15-----------

When
I got back to the apartment, I was soaking wet, wearing a boy’s shirt, and
completely elated. The rain didn’t bother me at all. I must have looked a
sight, prancing through the deluge like Gene Kelly in Sing’ in the Rain except
I was humming “Six Different Ways” by the Cure all too loudly.

I
burst into the apartment bedroom ready to share my exciting news but instead I
was greeted with somewhat of a buzz kill.

There
was Jess, completely naked, with one massive hairy chest. I was a bit grossed
out not by the guy’s body hair but rather the position they were frozen in. I
think it may have been illegal in this state. But even this disgusting display
couldn’t ruin my feeling of euphoria.

 
“Um… Hey,” said the meathead. “Do you ever
like knock?”

That
comment made me a little angry. I decided to take action like I never have
before. I went to my desk, turned my chair around to face this beast with two
backs and began my tale.

“This
is my room, dick head,” I exclaimed. “Jess, I have so much to tell you. Oh,
wait. Where are my manors? My name is Olivia.” I reached my hand out to the
man, making a mental note to douse it in hand sanitizer at the first
opportunity.

“Uh, Mario.”
The dude said
awkwardly.

“Oh, hi, Mario.
Well, now that
we know each other, you can hear my good news, too. I had the most amazing date
with the most amazing guy.” I acted extra giddy and went into way more detail
than necessary about Big Stick’s grandma’s picnic basket. I didn’t share about
the tryst we had. No way. Not with this big ape literally in the middle of
mating season. Nope. I just went on and on about the picnic basket and the
little
danties
tucked inside it. Mario looked at me
as if I belonged in an insane asylum. Finally, I pretended to be a little
shocked at Jess’ lack of comments.

“Jess,
are you busy? Would you rather I come back at a more convenient time?”

“Yeah,
kinda
,” she said. Her voice was muffled because it
was buried somewhere halfway down the dense, dark forest of her boy’s abdomen.

“Okay,
have fun you two,” I said, still sing-
songy
as I shut
the door. I sat in the living room and after a while I heard a cry of delight
come from both of them. Let them have their fun, I figured.

I
stopped outside under the tin awning at the front of
Chote’s
Hall. I huddled up on a bench next to a girl from down the hall who was smoking
a cigarette and took out my cell phone. Boldly, I dialed Big Stick’s number.

It
only rang twice before he picked up, and his voice was ebullient.

“Hey,
what do you know, it’s Diana, the goddess of love!”

I
giggled at the overt silliness of this, but had no complaints.

“Hey,”
I began, and then he interrupted and we quite literally finished each-others’
sentences simultaneously: “I had a really, really great time today.”

I
had trouble holding back my excitement. Just his voice brought thoughts of the
way his body had looked today, on that shore, in the rain. When was I going to
see him naked? I was ready but anxious.

“Hey,
I was thinking you might like to take me out tomorrow night. That is, if you
don’t have any other plans… Like sailing the seven seas or pillaging whole
villages of wenches?”

I
was taking the initiative.

He
paused for just a moment.

“You
know, I’m going to be tied up for the rest of the afternoon and tomorrow raping
and pillaging and a-plundering, but… I could possibly fit you in around say
seven.”

“Where
are we headed to, Captain?”

My captain.

The
Maria Rosa was the name of the place. It was an Italian restaurant that I
didn’t imagine many freshman girls got taken out to, no matter how much money
their dates had.

“Meet
me there,” he said. “My skiff’s in the shop.”

“Okay,
see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

………

The
next day I walked through the rain undaunted yet again, knowing I had a few
hours left until my date and just hoping that Veronica wasn’t getting her
action this afternoon. That would leave me with pretty few options for outfits
to borrow considering walking back to my apartment would make me late to the
restaurant. Maybe Alex would have something. Actually, it wouldn’t surprise me
if Alex did have some sexy, skimpy little negligee type number kicking around.

Luckily,
Veronica was in her room, and the loud, high-pitched caterwauling was just
Alex. Apparently there was a big house party at some rich townie’s place
off-campus tonight and they were going to carpool with some of the party
animals from Dunbar. It was 5:30 PM and the two of them were already drinking
really sloppy homemade cosmos out of beer glasses and flouncing around the room
while throwing pillows at each other as they compared really bad dates.

“What
are you doing all wet and shit?”

I
wore Big Stick’s from yesterday so it was still damp, plus it was raining
outside again.
 
She was hustling over to
me urgently, Alex nipping at her heels. She grabbed onto the soaked shirt of
Big Stick’s I had on.

“Okay,
we’re pouring three more drinks, and we’re sitting down and finding out exactly
what the hell happened here,” Alex warned.

I
felt myself being yanked inside by two pairs of arms, and today, it felt nice.
I had gotten my orgasm the day before but not the V. I was pretty sure I had
found myself a man, and it certainly seemed like we couldn’t keep away from
each other. I had a story to tell.

I
managed to suck down about two sips of the terrible cocktail they had made me
while I gave them the Reader’s Digest version of my glorious afternoon delight
with Big Stick.

Veronica
kept looking like she was going to slap me and exclaiming, “oh, no!” and Alex
was rocking up and down on the edge of the bed like an excited child.

I
finally calmed both of them down by yelling, “Okay, okay, guys listen… I have
another date with him in an hour… And I really just came here to borrow an
outfit.”

“Shit,
Olivia, that’s all you had to say.”

Veronica
beamed and stood up in just her panties and bra-clad glory. She opened her
closet with flourish, revealing a serious smorgasbord of “going out” outfits.
Alex squealed and raced over to help her choose for me.

I
had to say no to a good half dozen get-ups, one of them literally leopard
print, before I agreed on a simple but elegant-looking pink one piece skirt/top
combo. I changed into it quickly and tossed Veronica my wet clothes.

“Would
you mind terribly throwing those in with your wash?” I grinned, knowing I was
asking a lot of my friend, but also that she loved being as involved in my love
life as possible.

“Oh,
don’t worry about that,” Alex yelped, gesturing towards Big Stick’s shirt.
“I’ll take care of that one for you, K.”

“That’s
a little
pervy
, don’t you think?” Veronica smiled. “I
can just imagine you sitting in your lonely little apartment sniffing that
nasty thing.”

“Excuse
me but my apartment is never lonely,” he barked back.

“You
notice how he didn’t deny it?” she pointed out to me as if I didn’t hear him.

Finally,
after a couple quick changes to make any runway model green with envy, I was
ready for my date.

………

Veronica
dropped me off and I waited outside the elegant, simple front of the Maria
Rosa. It was a little disconcerting at first, seeing a lot of the couples going
in: I recognized them as professors from around campus. But none of my
professors entered so far, luckily, but enough to make me feel both a bit
intimidated and a bit higher on my social horse. I couldn’t imagine the
awkwardness if Tunde had happened to waltz in with whatever gorgeous piece of intelligentsia
ass he probably kept on his arm.

As
I was watching the couples heading into the restaurant, Big Stick’s firm,
gentle hand on my arm startled me. I turned around.

“Hey
there,” he said, smiling.

He
was impeccably dressed as usual and had on dark slacks, a tucked in light blue
shirt and an open, casual suit jacket. He had no tie on and his shirt had a few
buttons undone. He looked enchanting, in a completely different way than he had
yesterday out on Crystal Lake.

“Well,
hello there… Big Stick…”

He
leaned in. “At your service,” he whispered and winked.

Jesus
Penus! I couldn’t stop smiling as he took my arm and led me into the
restaurant. He already had a table reserved so a waiter showed us the way.

As
he was pulling my chair out for me, I leaned into his ear and quickly whispered
that he had really made my afternoon yesterday. He could probably hear me
salivating like a dog that wanted more. And oh did
I
.

“You
made mine too.”

I
let Big Stick make the wine selection. It was white again, but one I had never
heard of.

“So,”
he said. “I’m guessing I did right by you yesterday?”

He
was making the understatement of the fucking year.
My fucking
lifetime.

“You
would be guessing correctly,” I said, tipping my wine glass back a bit too far.
I didn’t want to seem a lush to him. It was crazy how quickly the events of
that afternoon had caused my feelings to swing like a pendulum.

Both
Big Stick and Carlos ignited a similar kind of passion in me, a similar wish to
just let myself go, it was just that… But Big Stick had his shit together, so
it seemed. Carlos was something else, a fantasy that never would end well in
the real world. The intense feelings Big Stick brought out in me scared me a
bit and made me feel even more immature than usual.

Stop
it! I yanked myself out of this introspection that was bound to get me nowhere
by treating myself to a long stare into Big Stick’s eyes. Tonight and every
night after, I hoped to be his girl.

He
returned it with a smile.

“Would
you like to take a look at the menu?”

I
nodded and took one from him gently. I hadn’t mentioned to him that I wasn’t
really all that much of an Italian food fan, but I figured I’d manage. He
didn’t even have to look at the menu before he decreed that he’d have the
Eggplant
Parmigiana
and bruschetta toast points. He’d
clearly been here before.

“So,
how many girls have had the pleasure of coming to this restaurant with you?” I
asked playfully.

He
looked up at me. “Honestly, it’s usually just meetings for work at this place,”
he said.

Now,
that’s something we had never gotten around to talking about. Just how did the
mysterious, charming Mr. Dawson make the money to support his seemingly lavish
lifestyle? I was just about to open my mouth and ask him, when I saw something
that inspired pure horror in me diagonally across the packed dining room.

Betty
fucking Bartok!

The
dumbest bitch in town was about to ruin my night.

Her
malevolence suddenly infected the whole dining room. And who was that she was
dining with? Sitting across from Bartok, who was wearing apparently the same
damn pantsuit she wore every day to work and that made her look like a
linebacker, was a large woman with a buzzed haircut that made her head look
like a pea on a mountain of mashed potatoes. She was bent over her plate and
fiendishly shoveling spaghetti into her mouth.

Also
wearing a sensible pantsuit that was just several sizes larger, the woman had
several earrings climbing up her left ear and just one little stone in the
right. It hit me then that this was probably one of Bartok’s higher-ups from
corporate. That had to be how Betty got her position at We Can Do It! They were
in the same “club” and Betty was more than willing to play the game and her
superiors probably loved it.
Freakin
’ kiss-ass in
order to hide the fact that she really didn’t do anything or know anything
about the job she had. It made me mad. It made me mad because I was the person
who had to hide her face when it should have been her.

“Don’t
turn around!” I hissed at him across the table.

This
was turning into a retread of our night at The Snake Pit being spied on by
Veronica and Alex. Except this date night seemed to have the possibility of
much more disastrous social consequences. There’s no way I could introduce him
to Bartok or vice versa.

Putting
my hand over his, I continued, lowering my voice, “My boss is in here. I pray
to god she doesn’t see us…”

“What’s
the big deal?” he asked, laughing. “It’s not like we work together.”

“That’s
not the point!” I hissed. “You don’t know what a living nightmare this woman
makes my life… If she saw me out on a date with anyone I can only imagine the
hell I’ll have to go through next week. She doesn’t like me at all.” I rolled
my eyes and nodded my head. “I
know,
how could anyone
not like me? I’m freaking awesome but she doesn’t. And seeing her hear is just
too, too much!”

“Okay,
okay,” he said, laughing. “I won’t look. But just so you know, you are
awesome.”

I
took a quick peep over his shoulder to see what Bartok and Bartok, Inc. were up
to.

Betty
had her hand on her companion’s hand.
Weird.
Actually,
she seems like a…
Lesbian.
“She’s a lesbian!” I
screamed inside my head. Maybe it would be best to just erase that whole sight
from memory.

I
couldn’t. Maybe that's... The way Bartok was. Maybe that was why she was always
such a horror to me…

………

Oh,
the rest of dinner was difficult to say the least. It’s no easy feat, trying to
keep the conversation going, to be consistently charming, and all the while
trying to keep your head down or obscured behind your dates.

To
make things easy, I just ordered what I thought was the same thing as Big
Stick. It turned out to be the veal
parmesan,
actually, it turned out to be quite tasty. I hate myself for saying it but had
I kept my appetite it would have been a damn good meal. I may never order it
again, but this one time in my life, those few bites were good.

He
saw through me and chuckled when he had cleaned his plate and I had barely
touched mine. I can’t believe that my mouth had so disobeyed my brain when the
waiter came around. That’s how much Bartok tended to rattle me.

“You’re
not very hungry tonight. What’s going on? Need something sweet?”

I
could hear Betty’s wicked cackle coming from across the restaurant, and I
briefly saw her raising her palm into the air and clenching her fist like she
was crushing a walnut. Her companion, or whatever she was, roared with
malevolent laughter at this.

“Hey,
do you think we could just go hang at your place?” I asked innocently. “You’re
right; I’m just not all that hungry tonight. Besides, I think it would be
really nice to spend some time alone with you…
Indoors.”

"That
sounds fantastic, Ol," he smiled.

Big
Stick paid the check with his Visa Platinum card and he gamely helped me escape
without being spotted by Betty, shielding me with his body as we edged our way
out the door.

The
walk back to Casa di Dawson was nice, alongside Crystal Lake, with Big Stick by
my side and holding my hand tightly.

“So,
I was asking you about the girls before me …” I began.

He
laughed.

“Were
you really? I thought you were asking me about the restaurant.”

“Smart
ass,” I said.

“Okay,
okay,” he began, shaking his head. “Honestly, I haven’t had a lot of time for
dating since…
High school.”

Big
Stick not having a lot of time was something I believed.
Big
Stick not going on a lot of dates?
This was not something I believed. I
had seen him with plenty of girls in the elevator. It didn’t matter since he
didn’t sleep with them…
Supposedly…

I
gave him a sarcastic nod and smile. I had already made the stupid mistake of
letting Ryder in on my big secret way back on our first date so I didn’t want
this conversation to take an inevitable turn towards my embarrassingly scant
sexual and romantic history.

But
still, I had an aching, probably unhealthy curiosity about Ryder’s past
exploits, so I pressed him a little.

I
was sorry I did. He recounted in a bashful way his brief relationships with
Laura, the eternally over-dressed senior English major, Valerie, an
“open-minded” coffee shop owner from the area, and I stopped him there. He did
that thing any guy would do when pressed on these matters – explained the
girls’ looks and personalities in such a way as to downplay how attractive he
found them.

Naturally,
this did not work, and I ended up picturing Greek goddesses with lots of money,
high IQ’s, and the sexual prowess of porn stars.

He
grinned.

“I’ve
never met anyone quite like you before though, Ol…”

“Do
you mean that like I’m an odd duck?”

“No,
I mean that like… You’re beautiful and incredibly funny, and when we were on
the island yesterday… I don’t know, I just was only thinking about pleasing
you. My manhood was an afterthought.”

Damn.
Big Stick was a pleaser… Self-service was no longer in my future!

We
held hands even tighter as we ascended the stairs to his apartment.

………

Ryder
closed and locked the door. He grinned at me as he was shrugging off his
blazer. I stepped much more confidently across his maple wood floor this time,
casually breezing into the kitchen, leaning against his refrigerator in what I
hoped was a seductive pose.

“You
feel like making us a drink?”

“Sure,
make yourself at home,” he said.

I
bounded over to that exceedingly luxurious sofa of his and flopped onto it.
Comfortable?
Was I
ever.

Ryder
materialized quickly with two martinis, dry, with twists of lemon. I brought
mine to my lips and shivered at how cold it was – crystalline shards of ice
floated on the top. I had never really drank them before, but I eagerly took a
sip and felt the sharp, intense cool buzz of the martini immediately bring the
night into crisp focus. All I wanted to do was to melt into Ryder’s arms.

He
sipped his casually and asked me what I felt like doing.

“A movie perhaps?”
He grinned. “I
have the original Star Trek films too…
On Blu-ray.”

I
set my glass down and wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing his lips hard
against mine ignoring the question. For just a moment, I pulled back from him.

“This
is what I want to do...”

He
hoisted me onto his lap and I gasped at the feeling of his body between my
thighs before I was silenced by his passionate kisses. He ran his hands across
my back and over my hips. I towered over him slightly, tipping my chin down to
keep our lips together and couldn’t help the way my body was responding to his.
This was what it was supposed to be like. My heart raced at his touch, going
faster and faster every second.

I
felt the straps of my top fall down over my shoulders, and I moaned as Big
Stick’s hot, urgent kisses travelled down over my neck and onto my breasts. His
hands gently kneaded them through the black bra I had specially selected for
tonight making goose bumps spread across my body. But, within a few minutes I
couldn’t stand the fabric and I unhooked the clasp from behind, letting the bra
fall and his hands slip up underneath the loose material.

I
tugged at his blue shirt, trying to pull it over his head without even
bothering with the buttons. He stopped me for a second.

“That’s
a $2,000 shirt,” he said, frowning.

I
was taken aback for only an instant before he grinned and pulled it over his
head, ripping the silky blue fabric at the arms in the process.

“I
was joking Olivia,” he said smiling.

I
squealed and began planting kisses all over his chest, wanting all of him
tonight. This is really happening, I kept thinking to myself. I was nervous and
excited and scared and elated all at the same time. It was like the climb of a
roller coaster. That terrifying feeling in your stomach when you are wondering
if this was such a good idea but then realize it is too late to turn back, and
you wouldn’t even if you could.
 
Ryder
groaned and tipped his head back, a wide, blissful smile on his face as he let
me undo his belt and ease the zipper of his slacks down.

“Take
your pants off,” I said breathlessly.

“You’re
getting me really… Fucking… Hot,” he confessed. “I don’t want to wake the
neighbors.”

How
considerate… But I didn’t care if I woke up his neighbors, his neighbors’
neighbors, or even my parents. My first time was going to be awesome.

“Who
cares,” I groaned.

He
wrapped his arms under my butt and stood up. I locked my legs around his waist
and my arms around his neck, kissing him frantically. He dropped me onto the
couch and looked down at me. Standing over me I loosened his belt, unbuttoned
his pants, and slowly unzipped them. As I started to pull them down, his
extremely large penis lunged out of the opening.