My Virgin Valentine: A Valentine's Day Novella

by Genevieve Matthews

  My thoughts are frazzled as I open the Excel document I need for the assignment. Maria is still typing away and I don’t want to interrupt her while she’s so focused. But my computer screen just stares back at me, there’s no way I’m going to be able to accomplish anything today.

  “I have some news,” I finally whisper to Maria over the top of my laptop. I have an overly enthusiastic smile on my face when she looks up.

  She pushes her computer aside as soon as she sees my face. “What is it?” Her attention is completely focused on me now and for some reason that makes me nervous all of the sudden.

  “Nate finally showed up at the flower shop last night,” I say.

  “Uh-huh,” she says, moving me along with a motion of her hand.

  “It turns out the flowers were for me!”

  “What!” She flattens her hands on the table in front of us and leans forward.

  “Yes! I was annoyed he was so late but then he handed the flowers to me. He asked me if I wanted to be his valentine.”

  “Holy shit! So what happened then?”

  “I went home with him.” I whisper that part of the story, not wanting other people around us to hear my business.

  “You did not! Why would you go home with him? You don’t know anything about him! He could be a serial killer or something!” Her eyes are huge and she’s shocked but not in the way I expected.

  “He’s definitely not a serial killer. I’ve worked next door to him for four years!” I say, defending my actions. “And you know I’ve had a crush on him for forever. I just decided to take a leap of faith last night.”

  “Wow. This is crazy. It’s crazy, right?” She’s checking to see that I still have my sanity and that I realize what could have happened because of the rash decision I made.

  “Yes, I know it’s crazy. But I wanted to do something crazy for once in my life. And I know it sounds strange, but he felt worth it to me.”

  She stares at me, assessing me. Finally she says, “You had sex with him?”

  An ear-to-ear smile takes over my face and tells her everything she needs to know.

  “This is so crazy!”

  “It isn’t that crazy. A lot of women do this kind of thing all the time, picking up complete strangers at bars and going home with them. I know it’s out of character for me but I was really excited.”

  She lets a deep breath out. “I’m sorry. I’m overreacting. I’m just shocked and surprised. You caught me completely off guard.”

  “I caught myself off guard. I never expected him to show any interest in me so I had to think in the moment. It felt right at the time.” There’s a tiny bit of doubt starting to creep in my head. For a split second the thought crosses my mind that maybe I jumped in too quickly. I guess I never did think about what would happen afterward or how I would feel about everything.

  “Hey.” She reaches over and takes my hand. “I didn’t mean to be Debbie Downer. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to see you get hurt. Besides, I know how sensitive you can be. I just want you to find a guy that’s going to treat you right.”

  “I know.” I squeeze her hand back and give her a small smile. “I know I don’t know him that well yet,” I add, “but he was really sweet to me and I don’t regret it.”

  “Good,” she says. “Now tell me all of the juicy details.”

  I’m in the middle of a shift at the flower shop when I get a text from Nate.

  Nate: Come to my place tonight?

  Me: Sure. I get off work at 8.

  Nate: See you then.

  Part of me wants to text back the emoji blowing a kiss but although we’ve already had sex, I’m too shy to do it. Who knows what he would think of that? Silly, I know.

  The rest of the night passes by in a blur. I’m so excited to get to Nate’s house I can’t focus on anything else. I keep thinking about how amazing it felt to have his hands and mouth all over my body. How full and complete I felt when he slid his huge cock into me.

  I start to blush just thinking about it. But I can feel myself becoming aroused, too. My body is already craving him.

  Finally it’s time to close. I’ve grabbed all of my things out of the back room and am about to go out the back door when I just happen to look next door at Nate’s shop. There are still a lot of people inside from what I can see. That seems strange because they’re usually just as slow as we are by the end of the night.

  Maybe Nate’s still there and has to work late. I can hang out and wait for him and then we can drive to his place together.

  I decide to walk next door to see if he’s held up. What would I do anyway if I got to his place and he was still working?

  I lock the door to the flower shop and head over to find Nate.

  Feeling slightly more confident this time I push open the door and walk in. A few steps in and I quickly notice that no one is still working. There’s music coming from speakers set up around the workshop. There are a bunch of people hanging out in small groups, drinking beer and laughing together.

  The men look hard, not unlike Nate, but I get a different vibe from them. Maybe it’s because they’ve been drinking or maybe it’s because of the women hanging around them tonight. It immediately makes me feel uncomfortable.

  I do a quick sweep of the room but don’t see Nate anywhere. Determined to check his office before I run with my tail between my legs, I move away from the crowd in the middle of the room toward some of the rooms off to the side.

  I peek in a small room that must be the break room. There’s a pool table in the corner and I’m pretty sure I gasp out loud when I notice a man and a woman making out on top of it. He’s standing between her legs and she’s got her tits out. He’s working them over with such ferocity I can’t help but stare for a second.

  Then, I quickly walk away starting to feel panic building in my chest. In my head I’m thinking about the layout of this building compared to the flower shop. Nate said his office is right next to our back room. I walk in what I think is the right direction. My mind is being flooded with doubt. I’m trying not to let myself spiral, but I have a bad feeling in my gut.

  I think I’m headed in the right direction when a door in front of me opens and a woman comes tumbling out. She straightens her too-short, too-tight miniskirt and adjusts her boobs in her top, revealing a huge amount of cleavage.

  “Don’t go anywhere, daddy, I’ll be right back.” She giggles in a flirtatious way and I can tell she’s been drinking. Closing the door behind her, I’m standing frozen in the hallway when she finally turns around and notices me.

  “Hey, you need something?” she asks, walking toward me.

  “I’m looking for someone,” I manage to say, quite confidently, I might add.

  “Oh? And who would that be?”

  “Nate. Is he back there?”

  She ignored my question and looks me up and down. “Why do you need Nate?” she asks, walking even closer to me.

  “He’s going to take me home.” It’s a bit of a lie but she doesn’t need to know my business.

  I think I catch a glimpse of anger pass over her face but it’s gone within seconds. She stands up tall, looking me over with ice in her eyes.

  “I’m taking good care of the boss tonight, honey. Why don’t you just go on home…unless you want to grab us a couple beers before you go?” She stares at me, challenging me, her hands on her hips. The most perfect resting bitch face I’ve ever seen. I could say that I’m not intimidated, but I’d be lying.

  Trying to save some of my pride at least, I hold my head high as I turn on my heel and head for the door. I try to keep my face a mask so she doesn’t know I’m seconds away from bawling my eyes out.

  “Sorry, honey, you need a few more years before you play with the big girls.”

  I cringe at her words and hate that she got the last say. I keep my head forward until I’m out of the motorcycle shop, safely buckled in my car behind a locked door. And even then, I still don’t let myself cry
until I’ve made it home.

  Chapter 9

  I feel like I’m back on solid ground once I’m in my apartment with the door locked behind me. I turn on the lamps in the living room and the television for background noise.

  I dropped and abandoned my things in the doorway and now I’ve wrapped myself in a blanket and am curled up on the couch. I’m staring at the television but not seeing anything. At first my eyes just water and the picture swims in front of my eyes. Within seconds the tears are streaming down my face.

  There are so many reasons that I’m crying. First of all, I hate that rude bitch. Second, how could I have been such a fool to think I meant something to Nate? I should have known that the conquest was the most intriguing part for him.

  But most of all, I hate that my friends were right. Kristi told me from the beginning that he’s not the type of guy for me. Maria knew right off the bat that I had been incredibly stupid and was going to get my heart broken. I guess they were right. It was stupid of me to think a guy like Nate would ever really care about a girl like me.

  After about a half hour of staring at the television without seeing a thing, I decide to get up and run myself a bubble bath. I run the risk that this bath will remind me of how amazing the bath was yesterday, as well as my time with him, but I’m going to have to take the chance. Besides, I don’t know if I want to forget our time together.

  I think about calling Maria while I run my fingers under the water testing the temperature but I don’t want to hear her tell me, “I told you so.” I have to find a way to turn off all the thoughts in my mind.

  The bubble bath helps. I relax and sink down until only my head is above the bubbles. I can even feel myself dozing off. Feeling calm enough that I think I’ll actually be able to go to bed, I’m about to pull myself out of the tub when I hear a loud banging coming from my front door.

  I sit up straight in the tub and grip the sides. Only a few seconds pass when the banging starts again…and it’s loud.

  “Jesus,” I say to myself, getting out of the tub and wrapping myself in a towel. I’m walking out of the bathroom when I hear yelling accompanying the pounding.

  “Leah! Open the door.” It’s Nate. I freeze for a second, trying to decide if it’s a good idea to open the door or not. But he makes the decision for me when he starts banging again. Worried that the neighbors are going to call the police, I angrily stomp to the door and whip it open.

  “Christ, Nate, I have neighbors, you know.”

  He storms past me, walking right into the living room. I peek my head out of the door to make sure no one is investigating the noise and then quickly close it behind me.

  When I turn around my heart starts beating double time. God, it isn’t fair how fucking handsome he is. His eye bore into mine as he stands in front of me, obviously pissed.

  “Where have you been?” he finally asks without any attempt to hide his anger. “I’ve been calling and texting you when you didn’t show up. What the hell, Leah? I’ve been out of my mind with worry!”

  I just stare at him, clutching my towel close to my chest.

  Finally finding my voice I say, “What the hell are you talking about? You’ve been worried about me while you were fucking someone else at your shop tonight?” I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “I guess I should be thanking you based on the look on your face right now.”

  “What are you talking about? I wasn’t fucking anybody at my shop. I was out of town delivering a remodeled bike to one of my customers.”

  It takes a moment for his words to sink in. Before I can respond he says, “So can you back up and explain to me what happened tonight and why you never showed up at my place?”

  “When I was closing the shop I saw a bunch of people at your shop so I thought you were working late. I went over to meet up with you and I thought we could go to your place together.”

  He closes his eyes and I can tell he’s frustrated but I don’t know if it’s at me or what. I push ahead.

  “It was a party, and there were some really sketchy people there, doing very private things right out in public.” I try not to judge but I’m sure the look on my face tells him exactly how I felt about that part of the evening.

  “I went to look for you in your office and a trampy blonde came out looking like she was in heat. I told her I was looking for you and she said she was taking care of you for the night. So I left.”

  “Shit,” he says, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m so sorry.” He takes a step toward me but I’m not ready for contact yet.

  “Sorry about what part,” I say throwing the only hand that’s available up in the air and stepping back. Suddenly I’m very anxious to understand what happened and he’s not getting to the point fast enough.

  “Sometimes the guys have parties after hours. I didn’t know they were planning one tonight, though. They must have decided to throw one because they knew I was going to be out of town for the night.”

  “And who’s the girl?”

  “Nobody. She wants to hook up, she’s thrown herself at me a few times but I always turn her down.”

  “Good, because I don’t like her.”

  He’s obviously feeling more confident because he takes a step toward me.

  “I don’t like her, either,” he says.

  I put my hand on his chest to stop him when he’s standing right in front of me. “Just to be clear, you weren’t in your office tonight having sex with that horrible, trashy girl that I now hate?”

  “I wasn’t. I’ve been out of town all afternoon. I was in a rush to get back so I would be at my place by the time you got there.” He takes my hand and brushes my fingers across his lips. His hot breath sends goosebumps down my body. I’m instantly wet between my thighs.

  “I was worried about you when you didn’t show up and you didn’t answer my calls,” he says. Releasing my hand he gets down on his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my legs, under my towel.

  “I’m going to have to make sure you never do that again.” He looks up at me with his deep brown eyes, intense and full of desire. “Drop the towel,” he commands.

  I do what he says. I release the towel and let it pool around my ankles.

  “Good girl,” he says. “Spread your legs.”

  I suck in a breath and spread my legs. Ever so gently he presses his mouth to my pussy, kissing me slowly, taking his time fucking me with his tongue. My hands grasp his hair, pressing his mouth to me.

  “I’m going to need you to fuck me hard tonight.” I tell him as he deliberately draws out my pleasure, keeping me from an orgasm.

  He pulls his mouth away. “You’re not sore?”

  “No. And I want to get rid of this anger I’m feeling inside.”

  He stands up, lifts me in his arms and walks us back to my bedroom. “Get on your knees,” he tells me when he sets me on the bed.

  I quickly put my knees under me and stare at him while he pulls his black shirt over his head, giving me the perfect view of his sculpted abs and chest while he goes back in to undo his belt.

  He drops his pants and leans over to take my breast into his mouth, licking and kissing me while he pulls down his boxers.

  I’m shaking with anticipation when he’s standing naked in front of me.

  “Lean back a little,” he says. I support my weight on my hands behind me with my knees underneath me. I’m completely open to him. He runs his hands down my chest, messaging my breasts before moving all the way down.

  I toss my head back and close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands on my body. When he slips his finger inside of me I moan and start to rock my hips into his palm.

  “So wet,” he says. It empowers me to hear the desire in his voice. To hear how he’s trying so hard to restrain himself.

  In the next moment his hands reach around and grab my ass, adjusting my angle. Then I feel the head of his cock push into my pussy. Unlike last time, he thrusts in entirely until he’s buried
himself inside of me to the hilt.

  “Nate!” I say.

  He waits for just a moment so I can adjust to this feeling before he pulls out and slams himself back inside of me.

  “Feels so good, baby,” he says, thrusting in and out of me, so hard his balls slap against me. It’s erotic and hot, exactly what I needed. A few more hard thrusts and I my legs are starting to tingle.

  “I need to stretch my legs out.” I tell him, breathless.

  He helps me adjust my body so my legs are stretched out on the bed, spread wide for him. Then he’s on top of me, picking up right where we left off. Except this time I immediately feel the buildup inside of me. As soon as his cock slides along the wall inside of me I feel a powerful burst in my core. This is way more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.

  “Oh God, Nate!” I never thought I’d be the type of girl to get so loud during sex, but I can’t stop myself if I tried. It feels too damn good. I cry out over and over again as the orgasm pulses through me.

  As soon as he hears me start to cry out, he thrusts hard a few more times and then comes like freight train inside of me.

  He shifts his weight off of me so he won’t crush me, but I still try to wrap my legs around him to hold him tightly to me. We lie there, panting, waiting for the blood to stop pounding so aggressively through our bodies.

  Eventually he grabs the covers and throws them over us. Snuggling close doesn’t mean sleep, though. As soon as our bodies meld together under the covers, we start exploring and touching each other again. One thing leads to another and before you know it, my face is in the pillow moaning his name as I come one more glorious time.

  Eventually we pass out, relaxed and sated. I’m addicted to the feeling of having him next to me when I finally succumb to sleep. I can remind myself that he isn’t a dream when I wake up the next morning to find him sleeping next to me.

  Chapter 10

  My afternoon lecture is finally over. Closing my laptop, I neatly pack my things back into my backpack while Maria finishes scribbling down the last of her notes. As soon as she’s written the last of it, she jumps out of her seat and also begins packing up.