The Secret Virgin

by Kate Gilead

  He scythes himself into me with a hiss, burying himself to the hilt.

  Eyes closed, supporting himself on shaking elbows, he begins to circle his hips, and I tilt my pelvis forward so that I can feel his every inch with every inch of my own.

  “Hhhnnn,” he breathes, “baby, if you arch your back like that…hhhnnnn….it’s gonna make me….uhhh, shit…I can’t hold off…”

  He withdraws, stops, then pushes back in, digging and circling, so good, so good! Thrust and dig, and his cock is hardening within me now, and the last thrust has him entirely enfolded inside me, leaning into me as hard as he can, teeth bared and snarling with ecstasy as his cock pulses, blasting his seed into me.

  His balls cup up against my ass, where I can feel them contract and pulse.

  His hard-yet-soft body fills me and presses me into the bed, giving me the most erotic and satisfying sensation I’ve ever had.

  “Ahh, shit. I lost control and came.” He’s smiling and breathing hard. He climbs all the way onto the bed, collapsing next to me. He pulls me to him, kissing my head, catching his breath. “You make me so fucking hot and hard. I wanted to see if I could make you come just with my dick.”

  “Maybe next time,” I say. “You did make me come hard when you kissed me in my, um, no-no place.” I giggle. “My God, I can’t believe how hot that is.”

  “Your no-no place?!” He lets out a shout of laughter.

  “Shhhh!” I say, but I’m giggling too.

  “I can’t help it. Your no-no place! Hah! More like your yes-yes place, now! Your yum-yum place.” He laughs, trying to be quiet, holding me tight and shaking the whole bed with his mirth.

  Through the closed bedroom door, we hear the toilet flushing and the sound of water running in the main bathroom down the hall. We make faces at each other and laugh.

  “See, you woke her up,” I tease. “Hey. maybe it’s not too late to invite her in here,” I say. I jump out of bed and run to the ensuite bathroom, trying to stifle my giggles.

  “Don’t even joke about that,” he says, following. “Valeriss isn’t sure she’s entirely hetero, so who knows, maybe she’d like you more than you’d want.”

  “What?” I stop dead, my toothbrush lifted half-way to my mouth. He widens his eyes at me and lifts his shoulders. So adorable!

  “She’s bi?”

  “Who knows? Honestly, she’s so vague about it, I don’t think even she knows. She could even be asexual. I told you, she’s strange.”

  We brush our teeth and wash up. It’s nice and cosy doing that with Rob, both of us naked and sharing the sink in his bathroom.

  “This will be our first night sleeping together,” I say. “Shall I put something on to wear?”

  “Hell no,” he says, rinsing his toothbrush. “I want you to sleep naked next to me, where I can fondle and annoy you as much as I want.”

  “I hope you annoy me all night,” I say through a mouthful of bubbling toothpaste.

  He watches me in the mirror, grinning, and turns, grabs my chin, and plants a kiss right on my foamy lips.

  “I’m gonna let the dogs out and I’ll be right back,” he says, licking the spot of toothpaste from his lower lip.

  “Okay.” I finish up in the bathroom, get under the covers and wait.

  When he comes back, he brings Tiny in and shuts the door. With a sigh, the big Rottie flops on the thick, fuzzy carpet at the foot of the bed.

  “I feel better with Meff in the crate and Tiny in here with me at night,” Rob says, climbing under the covers. He holds one arms open for me and I scoot under it, finding a comfy position against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me.

  We lay quietly, letting our bodies relax.

  “So I take it she’s been getting better this week?” I say, after a while.

  “Mmm-hmm,” he says, running his fingers lazily up and down my arm.

  “I noticed the house looks picked up. You’ve been cleaning up after her?”

  “A bit, but she’s done most of it,” he says. “She started taking care of it when I was at work. She says she looked at cleaning videos on youtube.”

  “Really? On her own initiative?”

  “Yep. You should see the main bathroom. She deep-cleaned that. Looked that up, too. She said it was getting on her nerves. Hah!”

  “Awesome! I noticed the living room is completely unpacked too. What about the rest of the house?”

  “Yep, pretty much done. There wasn’t much left after the kitchen and the basement, though. I unpacked a little every night when I got home from work. She helped me a bit too, especially towards the end of the week, when her grief eased up some.

  “This is all good, though, Robert!” I say. “Maybe she’s trying to grow up, take some control of her life.”

  “That’s exactly what she’s doing,” he says. “And it’s about time. I have a vacation day coming to me after all the overtime I’ve been putting in. So I booked off Monday and we are going to work on getting to the bottom of her money situation.”

  “Still no word about that?”

  “No but I haven’t pushed her about that at all. Yesterday, on her own, she tried Tanner’s number again. She said his voicemail is full again. Or, still full, whichever. We’ll figure it out soon.”

  “But, it doesn’t matter which lawyer she has? Any lawyer can help her get access to her money, or does it have to be whomever is chosen by her father?”

  “I don’t know. We’ll find out Monday. That’s our goal for the day, to have it completely under control by bedtime.”

  The warmth of Rob’s body and bed is comforting and lulling. I yawn. “I have full faith in you. But don’t forget my Dad’s offer of help, if you need it.”

  “I’ll keep it in reserve, in case I get stuck. I really like your parents, by the way. So down to earth, and real. They really made me feel at home there.”

  “They like you too, honey,” I say, in a sleepy voice. “My dad noticed how well-trained Tiny is. Plus, they’re happy that they know your family, and that you’re from around here.” I yawn again, so wide that my jaw cracks.

  “Oops, careful,” he jokes, his thumb rubbing my jawline gently. “Yeah. Familiarity helps. Small towns can be kind of tribal but I think that’s okay. Nothing wrong with looking out for your own.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” I agree sleepily. He turns to me, yawning, and cuddles me close, cupping one of my breasts and kissing my head.

  “Nite-nite, sleepyhead,” he whispers affectionately. “Don’t be afraid to wake me up if you get horny.”

  For the first time ever, I get to drift off to sleep in the arms of my lover, naked, warm and comfortable––with visions of morning-sex dancing in my head.

  And sure enough, the next morning, in the warm, dark nest of his bed…

  Chapter Eighteen

  Brenda

  Something touches my nipples, first one, then the other, something gentle but insistent. My clit throbs, my channel clenches, and my juices flow in preparation for receiving what the tantalizing touches are promising.

  Wiry-soft whiskers rasp gently down my neck and shoulders, followed by kisses like liquid love, and soft breaths puff over tongue-touches along my warm, sleepy skin.

  I wake all the way up, but keep my eyes closed, letting my body stay loose and limp, letting what ever is going to happen…happen.

  I’m on my side, facing away from him. His fingers trace their way down the swell of my breast, down my flank, over the curve of my hip, then follow the mound of my buttock before sliding along my thigh to my knee.

  His warm hand lifts my leg and bends it at the knee. One of his thick, solid legs slips under it, replacing his hand and holding my leg up and away from my body so his hand has full access to my inner self. It caresses, rubs, teases and plays, making me wet, and ready, making my back arch and my nipples hard.

  His insistent fingers slowly wake up my nub with soft brushes. Then, when it hardens and grows, he takes it between thumb and finger and rolls it
…ahhh, god…a rolling, rubbing, intensely exciting and intimate motion that has me arching my back into his hand.

  His finger dips down and opens my labia, making way for his throbbing cockhead, a hot, fleshy club that demands entrance.

  He rocks his hips, pushing it in a little more each time, until I’m so hot and wet and ready that he can slip it all the way in…all the way in, with a grunt and a sigh.

  Now he braces himself with a foot against the mattress, and holds my knee with one hand. He turns his hips into me and pushes, and his hard length fills and pleasures me, slipping back and forth with the ease of a well-oiled piston.

  With a slight change of position, I lay on my side and close my legs so can he fuck me from a slightly more side-angle…and oh my gosh, ohhh jesus, oh please, please… it’s so good, so indescribably good!

  Between his thick, insistent cock and my own closed legs, even more of my flesh is stimulated. His motions have the effect of stroking on the bulb of my clit, from the inside and the outside, and the white, clean, intense pleasure grows. As it does, my pussy grasps at his cock greedily, stroke for stroke, each one peaking the pleasure more and more.

  My breath rises, my teeth bite my lip to keep from screaming…here it is, here it comes…uhhh oh yes oh ohhh …my tight pussy explodes in a profound, intense orgasm. My contractions suck at and milk his dick inside me, so good, so incredibly good, my eyes roll back in my head and my throat makes incoherent rasps.

  His breath pumping fast, he growls, deep in his chest, his weight holding me down and pressing me into the bed. His cock stiffens even more, throbbing, and he slows, and then he stills, and a rising moan comes from his chest…and he slams his cock home with a snarl, his whole body tensing as he comes deep inside me, his spasms feeding and intensifying the aftershocks of my orgasm as it rolls through me and away.

  “Good morning,” he says, laughing shakily, and he withdraws and collapses beside me.

  He dons his housecoat and lets both dogs out, letting me doze in the warm, comfy bed.

  When the dogs are back inside, he puts coffee on and comes back into his bedroom to get ready for a shower. I get out of bed and join him, and we enjoy a long, lazy shower together, exploring each other’s naked bodies frankly and curiously. We play with and tease each other but we’re both satisfied now and just have fun, soaping, splashing and being silly.

  Shower done, we get dressed and head towards the kitchen for coffee. Before we get there, Meff comes trotting over, big head down and ears back. I greet him, patting his flanks and scratching his spine by his tail, where all dogs seem to love a good scratch. In return, I get sloppy kisses and a leg-whipping from his wagging tail as he turns in ecstatic circles under my touch.

  Tiny comes by and receives his morning greeting too, then Rob tells them both to go lay down. The delicious smell of coffee brewing pulls me into the kitchen. Rob pours us each a cup and then takes a package of bacon out of the fridge where it thawed overnight.

  “You think we can manage bacon and eggs?” he asks.

  “I’m game if you are,” I laugh. “Bacon is easy, you just let it fry until it’s crispy…almost burnt. Eggs…well I’ve only boiled and scrambled them, but I bet I can flip them over-easy. I mean, how hard can it be?”

  I get a pan out and lay the bacon in neat rows. Before long, their fragrant smell fills the kitchen.

  A small, frail figure appears at the kitchen doorway. “Smells like we’re having succulent pig flesh for breakfast too,” Valeriss says, and lets out a tinkly giggle.

  “Hey, that’s right,” I say. “Pork for dinner, pork for breakfast.”

  “And a couple good porkings in between,” Rob says, snorting laughter.

  I smile and bite my lip, looking at Valeriss a little guiltily. She looks back at me, shakes her head, and her face crinkles into that elfin grin. “What?” she says. “I ain’t clutching any pearls. I happen to love pork, and what you piggies do in the privacy of your pig-pen is none of my concern.”

  I laugh and say “Alright, well, that is fine by me, Miss Val. How’s about a coffee?”

  “Yes, please,” she says, and she goes over to the stove to peer into the frying pan. She picks up a fork and gives a rasher of bacon an experimental poke. “I like it super-crispy,” she says, followed by “Ow!” as a droplet of hot grease jumps out of the pan and lands on her hand. “Shee-it,” she says, holding her hand to her chest, “did you see that? Damn thing bit me!”

  Rob pours her a mug of coffee, then she sits at the table and opens her laptop. “I’ll load the dishwasher if you guys do the brekkie,” she says.

  “Deal,” Rob says, getting bread ready to toast.

  “Hey, what’s this,” Valeriss mutters, looking at her computer. “I have a bunch of messages on Facebook…friend requests…another message from my grandmother…and my cousins! I got messages from my cousins,” she says, in a small, wondering voice. “I…there’s quite a few messages! Wow!”

  Rob peers over her shoulder at the screen. “Awesome! What are you waiting for? Answer them!”

  “Okay, okay, keep your pants on…” she says. “They’re um, condolences, and invitations to visit,” she says. “That’ll have to wait until I get everything settled, I guess.”

  Rob and I shoot a quick, hopeful look at each other.

  Valeriss starts tapping away at her computer, reading some of the messages out loud, then composing and reading her replies aloud to us before sending them. “Gramma must’ve put the word out.” Valeriss looks nervous but happy. “And there are some offers to help with…hey!” As she speaks, another notification sounds on her computer. “That’s gramma again!” She reads the message silently as I crack six eggs into a big frying pan full of melted butter.

  “I think you should toast the bread now, Rob,” I say. “This won’t take long.”

  “Gramma wants to come!” Valeriss shouts. “And she wants to bring Susan, my oldest cousin…my mother’s brother’s daughter.”

  “Really? When?” Rob asks.

  “Hang on, she wants to chat,” Valeriss says. “Lemme ask her.” She taps on the keyboard and waits.

  I watch the eggs carefully, not at all sure what I’m doing. I remember my mom saying it’s all in the wrist, and I carefully slide a spatula under one of them and…flip! Over it goes, splashing me with butter. But the yolk didn’t break, and I do the same with the others. Two end up breaking, but the rest don’t, which I’m gonna call a win.

  I slide two over-easy eggs onto a plate and hand it to Rob, who puts two pieces of toast and a handful of bacon on it, then puts the plate in front of Valeriss. “Mmmm,” she says, picking up a piece of toast and dipping it into the runny egg. “Damn, nice job, Brenda,” she says, not taking her eyes off her computer screen.

  Rob and I plate the rest of the food and join Valeriss at the table.

  “Okay…Gramma wants to come as soon as possible! Susan’s taking some holidays, and….” she taps something onto the screen and waits. “They checked flights and they can be here by Wednesday!” She stuffs a bite of bacon into her mouth and chews, her eyes crinkling with her elfin smile.

  “Well? What are you gonna tell them?” Rob says.

  “I’ll…I’m gonna…I’ll have to be in D.C. when they get here,” she says. “I don’t…I…I…don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on yet. How can I have people over when I have no money? I can’t pay servants, I’ll have no help!”

  “You’re panicking, Val,” Rob says. “Do you really think your grandma cares about that? Besides, we’re going to have this straightened out tomorrow. That’s a promise.”

  “So, should I…should I say yes?”

  “Yes!” Rob and I both shout it, laughing. Val’s face crinkles into a smile and she taps away on the keyboard.

  Rob and I put both Meff and Tiny into the Jeep, and head out for a walk at the dog park. We stop by my house to pick up Princess and Diesel, but when we get there we find out that Dad’s one step ahead of us.
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  “He literally just left with Diesel,” Mom says. “Like, literally. If you’re going to the big park, you might see him there.”

  I put Miss Poopypants into her carrier and we head out. At the dog park, we spot Dad’s truck but he and Diesel are gone. We take our three dogs and head down the winding path, talking hopefully about Valeriss and her plans with her mom’s side of the family.

  Meff is rapidly turning into a different dog. He’s calm, confident and friendly, galumphing with Tiny and play-bowing with Princess, who accepts him completely.

  We meander along, taking our time. After a while, we climb one of the small hills and, as we crest the top, we see my father and Diesel at the bottom.

  Dad has a tennis ball that he’s throwing for Diesel, who chases it happily and brings it back. We watch as Dad fakes Diesel out, pretending to throw it, and laughs heartily when the dog comes bounding back, jumping around my dad’s legs, huffing and dancing and seeming to share the joke.

  We watch as my Dad makes a playful, stiff-legged charge at Diesel, yelling “I’m gonna getcha!” Diesel play bows, lets my Dad get close, then he leaps, play bows again, and runs in a circle. Me and Rob giggle, watching from above.

  Then, when my Dad gets close a second time, Diesel goes comically nuts with happiness. He throws his head back and goes into one of those insane doggy joy-runs, tearing around with his haunches close to the ground, ears back, eyes wide and tongue hanging out like a pink party streamer.

  Dad’s infectious laughter carries clearly, and we head down the hill towards them, Meff and Tiny in the lead, both of us grinning too.

  The dogs greet each other and we all hang out with my Dad, fiff-faffing in the park together, strolling along the path, talking, throwing the ball and playing with the dogs.

  Dad and Rob talk about dogs and work and politics and what-not. I’m content to mostly listen, to let them bond and even, learn a little bit from there conversation, here and there.