Chapter 5: Virgin

By Henry

After saying those words, she walked away from me.

I watched as she approached her partner and my brother, who embraced her without any hesitation and kissed her on the top of her head, telling her again and again how much he had missed her.

I found that supposed friendship and all the affection my brother showed Solange increasingly strange.

I felt a certain unease, and memories surfaced on their own, as if in a haze. I see myself walking through the area where several nightclubs were located—the ones where young people danced until well into the early morning—over and over again, more than six years ago.

I remember it was the early morning of the day that brat had treated me to that little dance.

I’d been out with some friends, drinking beer at a pub we used to go to.

I’d had quite a bit to drink, but not enough to lose control of my actions.

That’s when I saw her; she was at the taxi stand with some other girls I didn’t know.

I pulled over my van and honked the horn.

Solange looked at me.

At that moment, I didn’t know if she had recognized me or not.

“Solange!”

I shouted as I rolled down the window.

“What?”

She asked me.

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride.”

“I’m with my friends.”

“Roxanne isn’t here, get in.”

I ordered her; her indifference was driving me crazy.

“Do you know him?”

One of the girls standing next to her asked.

“Yeah, he’s my idiot neighbor.”

I guessed her words because she was slurring them.

She was drunk!

They could do anything to her and she wouldn’t even know it!

-Then go ahead, I’m staying at Camila’s place.

Said a pretty skinny brunette dressed in goth style.

She didn’t have much in common with the sensuality of the brat I had for a neighbor.

-Get in!

I ordered her.

She opened the door and, lifting her leg high—my truck was tall—climbed in clumsily.

“Are you drunk?”

I asked accusingly.

“Nooo!”

She snapped, crossing one leg over the other, causing her miniskirt to ride up way too high.

I even imagined the color of her thong…

A honk made me refocus on the traffic.

I was feeling a little dizzy; I think I’d had more to drink than I realized.

I drove a little more carefully than I usually did.

We didn’t talk much during the ride, though every now and then I’d glance at her and wonder if she realized she was showing way more than she should.

She was wearing that miniskirt that almost revealed her private parts and that top that hugged her chest so sensually that, just looking at it, I couldn’t hold back my erection.

Without thinking too much about it, since we were close to our houses, I turned two blocks early…

I parked in front of the privet hedge that bordered the Vernez mansion; they were an elderly couple who rarely went out.

On the other side was a park, which was deserted at that hour.

“Are we there?”

She asked me as she smoothed her hair, and I didn’t know if she was messing with me.

“Are you really drunk?”

I pressed her.

“Nope… I had champagne with an energy drink and a couple of shots…”

She mixed drinks!

“You know that’s bad for you?”

“But it’s fun.”

“Do you want to have fun?”

I asked her, as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

“What?”

She asked me.

I swear I wasn’t thinking clearly, though I was in control of my actions.

I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, and I leaned in toward her, brushing her lips.

“Did you dance for me today?”

She blushed.

“When?”

Are you trying to hide it?

“Don’t you remember?”

I asked, very close to her ear.

I felt her shiver, and that was my downfall.

I took her mouth, and she kissed me back; my hands shot to her breasts, and a moan sounded in my ear.

“You’re beautiful.”

I told her, my senses clouded.

The truck I had at the time was a large model; the interior was comfortable and the seats were spacious.

I found myself on top of her, kissing her frantically, forgetting the almost unbearable hatred that woman stirred in me.

My desire was what ruled that night.

My hips moved on their own; I’d pulled down her thong a while ago. I masturbated her eagerly until I felt her desperation. I wasn’t thinking straight—I’d spent the whole day imagining having her like this. My pants were unbuttoned, and in a moment of madness, I buried myself inside her.

“Ouch!”

She complained, going still.

“Sorry, I think I was too rough.”

However, in that instant I realized how tight she was.

Something had happened…

She couldn’t be a virgin…

She danced naked for me that very afternoon, and she did it without any shame.

I took her breast, not wanting to think about much else, but feeling a pleasure I had never felt in my life; she kept returning my kisses, which seemed to be seared into my memory—she was too passionate to be a virgin.

Without seeing it coming, I had such a powerful orgasm that I thought I would never stop ejaculating.

I remember it to this day, because that night often comes to mind.

Without pulling out of her, I kept kissing her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I kept telling her.

“I’m mesmerized by your beauty.”

Her little face looked at me in amazement, while her mouth responded fervently, letting itself be guided by mine.

My member grew hard again and my thrusts were almost savage; it seemed to me that she was complaining, but I couldn’t control myself and was listening to her moans. At one point, her nails dug into my back and her mouth bit my shoulder, while I felt her insides soak with her ejaculation—that very feminine fluid that lubricated her entire area—and I exploded with pleasure once more.

Few girls ejaculated, beyond having orgasms, and few were so passionate; not even my girlfriend had that intensity.

“You’re the best there is.”

I told her, thinking about the two powerful orgasms I’d felt.

At that moment, with both of us calmer now, I noticed the terrible bite mark on my right shoulder.

“You bit me.”

I said accusingly, thinking it had been too easy to satisfy my desire for her; it even annoyed me that she’d given herself to me like that.

“Sorry… it’s just… I couldn’t control what I was feeling.”

She told me simply, and I didn’t think she was being sincere. I remember thinking she’d left that mark on me on purpose, to cause some kind of problem with my girlfriend; in fact, if she saw it, I’d have to make up some excuse.

Until I emerged from that inner world that made me feel so incredible, because between the two times I came, I hadn’t left that paradise of passion—as hot and humid as hot springs, but so much more pleasurable…

When I looked at my penis, I saw it was engorged with blood.

I realized he really couldn’t control himself, because he had no experience.

Then I thought, almost with pride, that I had taken the virginity of my unfriendly yet sexy neighbor.

Although inside my truck, she didn’t seem so unfriendly, nor so stuck-up.

“You were a virgin.”

I told her, as if it were a minor detail, something unimportant.

“Yes, I’m 18. Even though most of my friends lost their virginity a while ago, I… was waiting to feel something special, and your kisses and caresses were just that.”

What did she mean by that?

Did she like me that much?

I never thought this unfriendly young girl could like me.

My ego ballooned.

I wiped myself off with some disposable tissues I usually keep in the glove compartment of my truck, and I was even a gentleman—I wiped her off too.

Solange watched my movements closely, and suddenly she smiled at me. Her smile was warm, and I didn’t like how it made me feel.

“What?”

I asked her curtly.

“Nothing… you’re really cute.”

To this day, I remember every detail and every sensation, and that bothers me a lot, because I feel like I’m not in control of the situation, or of what my body desires.

“Do I seem cute to you?”

I’d asked her, and even that word seemed childish to me.

“Yes, very much so.”

“Enjoy me, baby.”

I kissed her again, and she returned every kiss. It was dawn, and a neighbor would be coming out soon, so I hurried to penetrate her, thinking only of satisfying my desire to hold her in my arms. I didn’t even plan to wait for her to have her orgasm, but she suddenly began to moan and move with a unique rhythm, and once again I felt her explosion and her squirting fluid; it heated every last cell of my being, and I ejaculated with every fiber of my being.

How I enjoyed that body!

A few minutes after the moment had passed, I adjusted my clothes, barely looking at her. That girl was the devil; she exerted an attraction on me that I had no intention of feeling, which is why I was going to suppress every impulse I felt.

“Well, you’ve had your debut now, so go get dressed.”

I told her, as if I’d done her a favor.

She enjoyed it so much—I gave it to her, didn’t I?

Before getting out, she sought my mouth; I barely returned the kiss. The moment for kissing had already passed; we don’t have a relationship or anything like that—I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.

She got out at my front door before I parked my truck.

I didn’t even wait for her to open her front door, because my garage door was already open.

I remember that, as I lay down, something was bothering me.

After a while, I fell asleep, though I was a little restless.