Buying His Virgin

by Lila Younger

  He kisses me all over as plunges deeper into me. We’re close, so close to our release. Our eyes lock together, and there’s only the two of us now and nothing else in the world. And then he kisses me roughly, messily one last time as my orgasm hits with one last thrust. I feel like I’m blacking out, gasping for breath as pleasure shatters my body. My whole body trembles and tightens around his cock buried inside of me.

  I’m giving all of me to him, and it’s as special as I always wanted my very first time to be.

  “Silas!” I’m calling out his name, over and over, the only thing I can say to show how he makes me feel. He shifts his hips, and another wave of pleasure washes through me, a second orgasm hot on the heels of the first. It breaks over me, sending me awash in pleasure. I squeeze tightly onto him inside of me, my legs pulling him in. I want him to finish in me, make me his. Silas thrusts into me one last time, and I can feel him coming, his cock twitching inside of me as he finishes with a primal growl, hands holding tight onto me. We come down slowly, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling.

  “I love you Olivia,” he whispers into my ear. His breathing is as heavy as mine.

  “I love you too Silas,” I tell him, kissing the side of face.

  My whole body feels like it’s on a cloud, and suddenly I’m sleepy. He rolls so that I’m on top of him, and he’s still inside of me.

  “So what does this mean for us?” I ask softly.

  I love this atmosphere of connection we have, so different from the other time we had sex. I feel warm and fuzzy, and closer to Silas than ever before.

  “It means we’re together. It means I can tell the world you’re all mine,” he says kissing my hair.

  “But what about school?” I ask. “And your company?”

  “I can run my company from here for a few months until you finish your journalism degree. And then you pick whatever graduate school you want, and I’ll figure out a way to make that work too.”

  “You make it sound so easy,” I murmur.

  “Because it is as long as I have you,” he says, pulling me to him.

  And you know what? I believe him. There’s never been anyone like Silas, and there never will be. We’re in love. The thought doesn’t terrify me at all, even if the way we got together is completely improbable. I roll the words around in my head. We. Are. In. Love. I’m flooded with warm happiness. His hands stroke my back softly, and even though I didn’t mean to, I end up falling asleep in his arms, right where I belong.

  Epilogue

  Olivia

  Three Months Later...

  “Silas, have you seen my phone charger?” I ask as I sweep into the bathroom.

  “Is it in the living room?” he asks, carefully shaving.

  “I don’t think so,” I say with a frown. “But I check.”

  I give myself a moment to appreciate his rock hard chest and sculpted abs, but then I have to hurry back out. We are supposed to be on the road almost an hour ago, and I’m still not completely packed. Today’s party is for my graduation, and what would it look like if the guest of honor shows up late to her own party? I clatter down the stairs and peek into the living room. Nothing. I double check, lifting up the cushions and peeking underneath the coffee table. Our orange tabby, Marmalade, noses my leg, wanting to join in on the fun.

  “Not right now,” I tell him with a sigh. “I need to find that phone charger.”

  He looks at me guiltily, and I raise my eyebrows. Hmm... On a hunch I heave the couch cushions back and among the toy mice and rattle balls is my charger.

  “Aha!” I stand triumphantly. I stuff the charger in my purse and head upstairs. Silas is still in just a towel, and while I would love to whip it off, we are really short on time now. He lifts up two shirts.

  “Which do you think?” he asks.

  “Neither,” I tell him as I toss him a grey sweater. “You should wear this. My folks are simple people. There’s no need to dress up for it.”

  Silas pulls the sweater over him in one fluid motion, then heads toward the dresser for his boxers.

  “I want to make a good impression,” he says. “Your parents already don’t like our age difference. I wouldn’t want to give them any more reason to dislike me.”

  I wrestle with the zipper on the weekender bag.

  “I don’t care if they disapprove. I love you, and that’s that. How they feel isn’t going to change things.”

  “It wouldn’t, but it sure would make things a lot easier,” he says as he pulls on his pants.

  I tug on the zip, panting as I push the two sides of the bag together. Silas comes behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek.

  “Let me,” he says.

  I give him the bag and he tugs hard. Finally it zips, although it looks like it could burst open again at any second. I turn to him, putting both hands on his chest.

  “They’re going to love you as soon as they meet you. I know it,” I say to him. He gives me a deep kiss, pulling arousal from between my legs. “Well they will if we get there on time.”

  “Alright, I get the message,” he says, dropping kisses on my ear and along my jaw. “No time for fun.”

  His fingers brush over my breasts, but he finally steps back, just when I’m trying to figure out if we can miraculously make a six hour trip in five. Silas grabs the weekend bag, slings it over his shoulders and heads downstairs with a grin. I sigh, but I’ve got a smile on my face. Seriously, how lucky could a girl be to have such a sexy, wonderful boyfriend? One who’s willing to put everything on hold to be with me?

  Ever since he came to visit me that night at my dorm, we’ve been inseparable. For the last two months before I graduate, Silas has rented out a house for us to live in. He runs his business mostly online, and while I know it’s frustrating at times that he can’t be in the office, he tells me he wouldn’t have it any other way. The two of us settled into living together so easily it’s as though we’ve always been that way. We fit together so well, his calmness balancing out my anxiety, my ambition and determination spurred on by his. I know that once my parents see us, they’ll understand. Addy’s the only one who’s met him so far, but she approves. As soon as she met him, she whispered ‘Nice catch!’ to me and winked.

  On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t base it off Addy’s reaction.

  I do one last sweep of the room, mentally checking off all the things we need, and hurry downstairs after Silas. Addy’s agreed to take care of Marmalade for us, and I’ve already given her the key yesterday. I give the cat a few pets, shake out some food into his bowl, and lock the door behind us.

  “Do you have your bag too?” I ask.

  “Yep. I think it’s ridiculous that we won’t be sleeping together, even though you told them we live in the same house,” he points out as he reverses from our driveway.

  “I think knowing, and actually seeing it are two different things. As far as they’re concerned, I’m still their little girl.”

  “Should I expect a grilling from your dad too when I arrive?” Silas asks.

  “I’ve never brought a guy home to them, so I don’t know. But probably. My dad’s the protective kind. He does have a shotgun,” I add helpfully.

  “Gotcha,” he says. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  The drive is long, probably made longer as I explain to Silas everything he can and can’t do. In addition to my parents, most of my extended family has come to visit to celebrate with me. My mom has three sisters and they never miss a chance to get together. It’s going to be so busy, and even though I logically know Silas would never do anything to embarrass me, I worry if they’re going to accept him or not. On a spur of the moment, I make him stop at Krispy Kreme for a couple dozen donuts. I’m not above a little bribery after all.

  When I show up, the party is already in full swing. Cars are parked all over our street, and the little house is practically shaking with music and laughter. I unlock the doors and my Aunt Heidi rushes over to m
e, screaming my name.

  “She’s hear!! Olivia’s here!”

  The next few minutes are a blur of hugs and introductions. I can tell by some of the looks Silas is getting that they definitely think he’s a bit older, but as the night goes on, he slowly wins them over. I don’t know why I was worried. The man makes a living dining with heads of corporations and governments. Even my dad seems to be okay with him. I was worried for a bit when he pulled Silas into the backyard for a few words, but then he opened a bottle of his homebrewed beer and I know that means he passed the test with flying colors.

  As my family gathered together for dinner, my dad clangs on a pot and calls for silence. Silas slips up to me, his hand finding mine and giving it a squeeze. Looking at me, he holds up his beer and smiles.

  “I just want to say a few words. I’ve never been more proud of my daughter Olivia. When she was little, she made up her mind to be a journalist. You wouldn’t believe the number of questions I had to answer every day. When I didn’t know something, she’d bug me until I found out for her. And then there was the time she exposed her Math teacher for fudging grades for jocks in high school.” There’s a note of pride in my father’s voice, one I haven’t heard before. “I always thought that she should have gone and done something else. I always pushed her to become a teacher, a doctor, a lawyer. I was wrong. And I want to apologize today Olivia, because you have shown to me, and to your mother, that you were truly meant to do this. Congratulations on graduating, and congratulations for getting into NYU.”

  Everyone claps and lifts up their glass. I lift mine up. I’m smiling ear to ear. The recognition that I’ve longed for from my parents means everything to me. And to have this moment, with Silas by my side is more than I can ask for.

  “To Olivia!”

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  “You should wear this one,” my best friend Macy says, holding up a pink top covered in sequins.

  It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, and instead of being outside, enjoying the sunshine, I’m at a dinky mall with my best friend Macy. Not exactly how I would enjoy the afternoon, but I haven’t seen Macy in forever. She’s on her spring break, and for once she isn’t jetting off to Cancun. I have a feeling it has something to do with her new relationship. It hasn’t gone past six months yet, but it’s getting close, which would be a miracle for Macy.

  She puts the top up to my chest and squints at it.

  “Ken won’t be able to miss you in this.”

  I wrinkle my nose, both because the top is way too loud for my taste, and because of the mention of Ken. No thank you. I don’t need a football player with no neck and no conversational skills. Correction, an ex-football player, since technically we’ve already graduated high school and Ken no longer plays football. That doesn’t stop girls from swooning over the guy anyways, but he’s not my type at all.

  Plus I’ve given my heart to someone else already, even if they’ll never know it, I add silently to myself.

  “That’s not my style and you know it,” I say as I take the top and shove it back into the rack. “Come on. We’re not going to find what we want here.”

  “You don’t know that,” she says, fingering a second top. “This is nice.”

  I give an exasperated sigh. It’s a gauzy chiffon with zebra print. Is she shopping for me or for herself? That’s the thing with Macy. She’s got a good heart, but she is just the teensiest bit self-absorbed. But hey, maybe that’s not a bad thing. It’s not like I wanted to shop for clothes to begin with.

  “Macy, why don’t you try it on? I bet it would look good on you,” I say encouragingly. “Here, I’ll help you find a size.”

  She gives me the side eye.

  “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she says, hands on her hips. “You’re trying to distract me. It won’t work today. We’re here for you, and that’s that. I mean, when was the last time you’d gone out anyways? On grad night? Before that? This is Nikki’s birthday. You can’t not go out for that.”

  Nikki is my other friend. We’ve been nicknamed the Triplets by our teachers since we found each other in the fifth grade. We’re all brunettes, with the same bottle green eyes and ski slope nose. Of course, the resemblances end there. I’m quieter, a bookworm who has no problem staying out of the spotlight. Macy is the one who happily takes all the attention. And Nik is somewhere in the middle. Maybe that’s why we’ve gotten along together so well. We’re symbiotic. Point is, Macy is right. Even though the three of us were going to celebrate on the actual day of Nikki’s birthday, it would be ridiculous to skip the weekend celebrations of my best friend.

  “Okay,” I say at last. “I’ll come to the bonfire at least.”

  “Good,” Macy says with a smile. “That’s more like the old Ava I know. Now come on. We have to hurry if we’re going to find Nik’s gift and get back in time.”

  We head out of Penney’s and down the broad walkway of the mall. It’s not a very big mall, but it’s the best we’ve got if we don’t want to drive almost two hours to a major city. That’s the crappy thing about living in a small town. There’s nothing there except for a Wal-Mart. So when we want to buy things like gifts, we have to drive to the next town over. And even this isn’t that great. Half the lots are empty or the stores look like they’re about to close. If I went to college with Macy in Boston or Nikki in Providence I would have an endless choice of clothes probably. But I’m not ready for college. I want to help my parents out with their B and B first, or maybe forever. Is it really that bad to want to do that? They seem to think so.

  We wander along until we get to the Victoria Secret/Pink store. Nikki loves the hoodies and leggings here, so we head inside and buy her a cute pink and black set from the both of us.

  Once that’s done, I give a sigh of relief. Now we can start heading home. Maybe I’ll be able to finish up painting the room, and then there are the chairs mom talked about reupholstering last week and-

  “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Macy says, yanking on my arm.

  “I thought we’re done.” I hold up the pink paper bag. “What else is there to do?”

  “Your outfit. Don’t think I’ve forgotten. Besides, I could use something new too.”

  There go my plans. I look at my friend, but there’s a determined gleam in her eye that I know all too well. And it’s not like I could just walk out of here. Macy’s the one who drove us. Was that why she volunteered? I should have known... Yet another reason to hate living in a small town. No public transportation anywhere. I better just get this over with.

  Macy smiles sweetly when she sees that she’s won.

  “I’ll make this quick and painless,” she promises.

  Together we head to Forever 21. Like Victoria’s Secret, it’s one of the few stores in the mall with any customers, but the place gives me a headache. There are just too. Many. Clothes. Racks upon racks upon racks. For people like Macy, it’s a thrilling challenge. For people like me, who could happily live in my jeans and tank tops, it’s daunting. That’s why I never come in here with Macy. She dives into the fray, happy as a clam, piling up clothes in my arms. Once I’ve got a small mountain of clothes in my arms, we head to the back where the changing rooms are.

  “Here,” she says. “I got these for you.”

  She separates out the pile, taking out most of it for herself. What’s left is... much more toned down. I actually spot a few things with sleeves. Could Macy actually be listening to me for once?! Maybe the fact that I’m not as boy crazy as she is finally getting through to
her. I take the clothes into the changing room, but before I could start trying things on, my phone vibrates with a message. I pick it up, and my heart skips a beat. I could recognize the chiseled, sexy face in that profile pic anywhere.

  James.

  I unlock my phone quickly and open up Facebook. A message from James, which makes me happy. We don’t communicate all that much, just here or there when I find an interesting article to show him, or he has a cool new band out of Washington D.C. he thinks I’d like or something. Sometimes months could go by before he replies, and I’m too much of a chicken to keep sending him messages. I don’t want him to know that I like him, because that would be too mortifying.

  After all, he’s my dad’s best friend. Yeah, I’m cringing a little just admitting it to myself. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I mean, the guy’s almost twenty years older. Twenty years more sophisticated. What would he want to do with his best friend’s kid anyways? If it wasn’t for these messages once in a while, I’d think that he’d forgotten that I existed.

  He’s sent me a link to a Smithsonian exhibit on Picasso. I can’t believe he remembers that that’s my favorite artist. See, this is exactly why a guy like Ken could never compete with a man like James. All that’s in his head is football, beer, and how much he benchpresses at the gym. He would probably pronounce Picasso wrong too.

  I really want to hold off replying to his message, but I can’t help it. Maybe if I’m fast, he’ll be around, and we can strike up a conversation like we used to, before he moved all the way to Washington D.C. I type something quickly, asking him how his trip to Australia went, but my question just hangs in the void, unanswered. I guess I just didn’t stay on his mind for very long. It really shouldn’t affect me like this, but my whole body slumps from disappointment.

  Ugh, how sad can you get Ava?

  I slip my phone back into my purse, take off my clothes, and put on the first thing Macy’s got me. It’s a dark grey, one shoulder dress. The stretchy fabric, gathered at the side, really enhances the curviness of my body in a way that’s screams sexiness. It’s actually gorgeous. What would James say if he saw me in this? My mind asked. Would he like it? Would it make his eyes stop and notice me as more than just a kid finally? The hem barely stops short of my butt, and I have to keep tugging it. Not that it matters. James moved away almost two years ago and hasn’t been back since. Not for my dad’s birthday, not for holidays, nothing. I get a twisty feeling every time I think about that but I couldn’t blame him for it. Who would want to waste their vacation days on coming here of all places? Last I heard, he was making a fortune flipping houses in Washington D.C.