March 25, 2019 at 11:07 pm #1299663sheegokeysMember
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And must you see blood to know if she were truly a virgin?
Afterall, u confirmed she’s tight in there0March 26, 2019 at 1:20 am #1299683jummybabeMember
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Really0March 26, 2019 at 2:42 am #1299692OlumideMember
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Baby, what are we now?…lol
You guys are . . .0March 26, 2019 at 7:02 am #1299726ValentineAdmin
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“No blood! No blood!” my consciousness yelled at me. Didn’t I hit her hard enough? Or was I too small down there? Gosh! So much for all the expertise and experience I promised. But was she really a virgin? The question piqued me.
Screw! I knew I messed up. First time and there was no blood. She’s going to tell all her friends. That’s for sure! My social rep’s gone. D--n! I wouldn’t even be able to look at her in class. I’ll become the topic of small gossip among sophomore college girls! And there goes my crush!
Maybe she wasnt a virgin afterall! But who lies when they’re about to have sex? I quickly wave the thought aside as I feel her hands upon my back.
“Babe, what are we now?” She asks, this time more persistent.
‘Friends? Friends with benefits?’ Dave no! Are you crazy, why on earth would you say that? My mind ran over another option. ‘Sex partners?’ Anything was cool with me, girlfriend was just not in the picture.
I reached for her and laid a kiss on her forehead, and made my way to the bathroom. Yes! I did just ignore the question.
* * *
I let the cold water cascade down my back as I reflected over the sheer perfection that was Gina. Her boobs! Lord no! They were succulent.
They had been the subject of my imagination since freshman year, but right across me, less than 2 metres away, there they lay on my bed. One of Northwestern’s most beautiful girls sprawled across my bed. I tapped my face to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.
The door creaked open behind me, I wiped the soap off my face and watched as she approached me slowly and stealthily.
I didn’t quite see her cleavage in all glory earlier. D--n! They were soft though! I watched her twin glands jiggle up and down. I was starting to get hard down there. I could swear that thing had a mind of it’s own.
She knelt down before me and held me by the waist. In a flash, she pulled me in between her breasts. Gosh! It was pure bliss!
I felt the warmth and closed my eyes.
Next thing I know, I was in her mouth.
The water washed over the both of us. The lights reflected off her breasts and her hair shone in the yellows and whites that made my bathroom.
And then I noticed it. A drop. A trickle.
Wait how’s that even possible? Is that blood?
Hell! I couldn’t stop thinking about our little fling, our moment. Even while at class I’d notice her steal a peek at me. Still unsure though. Was the sex really worth it?
Gosh! she was a distraction. I couldn’t focus, our moment was on replay in my head like pornography tapes rolling off a VR tape. I used to be a virgin, now I guess I’m no longer one. Anyway, its not like virginity even applies to males to think about it. Whatever. At least the sex was great-to me.
In no time, we start hanging out together. At times, time just stops all of a sudden and the whole word stares at me. At US! We’d stroll along class hallways, and often I’d see groups of girls, huddled together giggling. I’m pretty sure she’s told half of Northwestern about our time. Pretty sure they all think we’re dating. If only she knows. Wait are we dating? At least not to me anyway…
I never categorised her as a girl friend. I never did answer her question that day. She never did bring it up again.
And there was that moment. That moment I’ll never forget. The night before the college bonfire!
I remember. I remember it all now. Clearly.
I stayed overnight at her place, we watched movies and made out. It was just another one of many, our special routine. She fell sleep on the couch, and I carried her in my arms into the bedroom, her phone in my pocket.
Her phone rung. I wanted to wake her. On a second thought, I didn’t. Why wake her when its probably Sarah, her best friend and the most annoying person I know, calling.
It spelt ‘My Number’. Definitely not Sarah. I dropped the phone on the bedside table. I walked out.
Wait wait! how would ones number call itself?
It rang again. I picked the call, unfortunately the connection was bad.
I dropped the phone thinking and then it vibrated, a pop up message from ‘My Number’. I clicked on it.
I staggered a little… What the hell?! A picture of a guy’s d--k with a message below.
“Babe, I’m h---y. Where are you? ”
Surely, that wasn’t her number. Who the hell was that?0March 26, 2019 at 9:49 am #1299754timsonMember
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next pls0March 26, 2019 at 12:12 pm #1299771softtouch1Member
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A virgin prostitute. She claim to be a virgin.0March 26, 2019 at 1:48 pm #1299780CHRISTIAN WISDOM DAVIDMember
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Hahahahahbh. Let me be going i go come to comment. On this prostutite0March 26, 2019 at 3:17 pm #1299795Ramsey989Member
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I thought she was a virgin, after the actions, blood no show. Virgin Indeed0
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