Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Anton
Chapter 2: Bethany
Chapter 3: Anton
Chapter 4: Bethany
Chapter 5: Anton
Chapter 6: Bethany
Chapter 7: Anton
Chapter 8: Bethany
Chapter 9: Anton
Chapter 10: Bethany
Chapter 11: Anton
Chapter 12: Bethany
Chapter 13: Anton
Chapter 14: Bethany
Chapter 15: Anton
Chapter 16: Bethany
Chapter 17: Anton
Chapter 18: Bethany
Chapter 19: Anton
Chapter 20: Bethany
Chapter 21: Anton
Bad Virgin: Bad Boy & Virgin Romance
Kelli Callahan
Published by Kelli Callahan Books, 2017.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
BAD VIRGIN: BAD BOY & VIRGIN ROMANCE
First edition. November 21, 2017.
Copyright © 2017 Kelli Callahan.
Written by Kelli Callahan.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1: Anton
Chapter 2: Bethany
Chapter 3: Anton
Chapter 4: Bethany
Chapter 5: Anton
Chapter 6: Bethany
Chapter 7: Anton
Chapter 8: Bethany
Chapter 9: Anton
Chapter 10: Bethany
Chapter 11: Anton
Chapter 12: Bethany
Chapter 13: Anton
Chapter 14: Bethany
Chapter 15: Anton
Chapter 16: Bethany
Chapter 17: Anton
Chapter 18: Bethany
Chapter 19: Anton
Chapter 20: Bethany
Chapter 21: Anton
Epilogue: Bethany
Epilogue: Anton
The End
BONUS CONTENT: MR. MOUNTAIN
BONUS CONTENT: MR. MISTAKE
Chapter 1: Anton
“Anton Thorne. Come with me, you’re out of here.” The large Hispanic guard named Gabriel that worked my block hit the front of the cell with his wooden baton and motioned for me to follow him when the door opened.
“Has it been five years already?” I lifted my head off the pillow and sat up.
“No, but you’re getting two years knocked off for good behavior—or overcrowding—yeah, it’s probably the overcrowding.” He grunted and waved his hand at me again. “You sure as fuck haven’t done anything to earn an early release for good behavior.”
“Well shit.” A devious smile spread across my face. “I guess the legal system works after all.”
I followed Gabriel down the row of cells filled with men that I had spent the last three years of my life with. I knew most of their stories and they were similar to mine. We were all small-time criminals that didn’t deserve maximum security, but were too poor to qualify for the posh white collar prisons upstate. If my family would have been wealthy I would have spent three years getting conjugal visits instead of jacking off. The scars on my knuckles were a result of making sure jacking off was the only form of sex I had while I was locked up. I didn’t mind a nice tight asshole, but I needed a pussy and some tits attached to it or it just didn’t the job for me.
Gabriel took me to the processing center and I quickly collected the few items I had when I was locked up. My wallet was empty, of course, but they gave me what was left in my commissary account in cash. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to buy a bus ticket. I got dressed and then I walked past the line of guards at the gate.
“You’ll be back, Anton.” A fat guard named Will, with jelly in his mustache from his latest donut raid, chuckled at me.
“They always come back.” The woman next to him named Glenda, who was of similar size but shorter, nodded in agreement.
“I might come back for you, sweetheart.” I winked at her. “Until then you can just think of me when you touch yourself.”
“That’s it, Anton. Get the hell out of here.” Gabriel pushed me towards the exit. “And don’t come back—otherwise I’ll kick your ass myself.”
I was so horny at that point, I probably would have bent Glenda over a table in the library and fucked her cunt until she screamed just to have something wet for my cock. The only reason pussy wasn’t priority one was because I needed to make sure I had somewhere to sleep. I got a bus ticket back to Atlanta and walked the two miles from the bus station to my favorite bar. I didn’t recognize anyone in the place after being away for three years, but the bartender agreed to let me borrow the phone if I ordered a drink. Drinking a beer after three years on a diet of nothing but water was like heaven. I started dialing every number I could remember—old girlfriends, friends—even a couple of girls I dated in high school. I got more go to hells than hellos, and none of them were willing to let an ex-con crash on their couch. There was only one number left to call and as much as I hated to do it, I had to punch it into the phone and swallow what was left of my pride.
AN HOUR LATER THE DOOR to the bar opened and my mirror image walked in—the mirror image of what I could have become if I liked going to school more than skipping class to get my dick sucked. My twin brother Sloane was a nerd, got good grades, and even managed to go to college. He was dressed in a suit and tie with slicked back brown hair that was neatly trimmed. If you stood us side by side at that point, you would have never known we were related with my beard and shoulder length hair—not to mention the tattoos that covered both of my arms from my shoulders to my wrists. Calling him was a last resort. He looked around the bar until he spotted me and started walking over. Three years had changed him as well. He no longer looked like he had the world at his feet. His eyes had dark circles and his hands shook when he took a seat next to me.
“Anton...” He let out a sigh. “I guess you exhausted all other options?”
“No way.” I shook my head and smiled. “The first person I wanted to see after I got out of prison was my twin brother!”
“Right...” He nodded and narrowed his eyes at me. “The fact you ruined my marriage by screwing my wife didn’t give you pause?”
“That was years ago, man. We’re family, right?” I motioned to the bartender. “Get my brother a drink.”
“Whiskey.” Sloane didn’t even look in the direction of the bartender. “Yeah, we are family—that’s the only reason I’m here.”
“It isn’t like I was the only one she was fucking, Sloane. I was just the only one you knew personally.” I scoffed and motioned for the bartender to refill my beer.
“How long do you think you’ll be out of prison this time? I need to know how long my couch is going to be occupied.” He turned towards the bar when our drinks were brought over and I noticed his hand shake when he wrapped it around the glass.
“I’m not going back. I’m going to get my life turned around this time.” I nodded and lifted my beer. “I did some stupid shit and I paid for it—well, I did most of my time.”
“I’d call three years for burglary a gift.” He drank the entire glass of whiskey and motioned for the bartender to bring another glass.
“Well, you know—good behavior and stuff.” I shrugged and sipped my beer. “You’re going at that whiskey a little hard. Since when do you drink whiskey anyway?”
“Since shit happens, Anton.” He took the second glass and downed nearly half of it with one gulp.
“I thought you were on your way to being like... teacher of the year or some shit.” I turned towards him and studied the expression on his face.
Over the course of the next two hours
and more drinks than I could count, my brother started to open up to me. We had never really talked but it seemed like he just needed an ear. Sloane had been offered a job as a principal, but when he took it, the job turned out to be less than conventional. The put him in a school for stuck up rich kids that flunked out of regular high school. It was a hybrid school which meant they offered the last two years of high school and the first two years of college all rolled into one. It was mainly just a way for rich families to dispose of their black sheep and tell people they were in college when they really couldn’t even pass the SAT. The rich folks paid a pretty penny to keep the mockery of a school going and the state was happy to keep all their problem students in one place—as long as the parents kept their donations coming.
“Shit man, so these kids are bullying you? You can’t put up with that shit.” I shook my head and put my empty beer glass on the bar.
“It’s way worse than that, Anton. It’s a complete nightmare—literally. Half the time I don’t know if I’m actually in a nightmare or living my life. They keep promising they’ll send me to another school, but every summer they tell me that they need me for just one more year.” My brother was so drunk that he was almost in tears.
“Alright, Sloane. We should get out of here. I think I should drive.” I held out my hand. “I only had a few beers—you’re wasted.”
“Yeah, okay.” He handed me his keys and I got him to pay the tab with his credit card before we left.
“OH SHIT!”
I heard a voice call out and I sat up immediately, looking around. It took me a minute to realize I wasn’t in prison anymore and was on my brother’s couch.
“What?” I blinked a couple of times as Sloane ran around the living room, tossing things around.
“I can’t find my keys and I’m late!” He looked at me and put his hand to his head. “Fuck, you drove. Where are they?”
“Here...” I reached over to the coffee table and picked them up.
“Please don’t mess anything up while I’m gone.” He adjusted his tie and made a dash for the door.
This is supposed to be less chaotic than prison—fucking hell.
Chapter 2: Bethany
“You could have a little respect for the rules—and the other students.” My remedial English professor, Mr. Matthews, waved a hand through the smoke drifting from the tip of my cigarette as he walked by.
“Oh shove it up your ass, Mr. Matthews.” I glared at him and took a drag, flicking the butt at his shoe before exhaling.
“I need a new job...” he muttered as he scurried towards the building.
“You’re so mean to him.” My best friend, Amy, shook her head and laughed. “He never tries to bust you or give you a hard time.”
“He wants me. That’s why he walks by here every morning. He knows I’m always here.” I grinned at her and picked up my books. “I always sit on the front row and spread my panties so he can see them—that’s why I’m passing his class and I haven’t done a single homework assignment.”
“I wish I could get away with that. I’ve been working on the midterm paper for weeks now and all I want is a passing grade.” She sighed and picked up her books.
“Why are you even bothering with that shit? The only reason I’m trying to pass is because I want to actually get in some college classes so I can get invited to better parties.” I walked alongside her as we entered the building. “They’ll let me split up my day if I run out of high school classes to take.”
“My parents are pissed that I didn’t pass last year. If I fail again, they’re going to cut up my credit cards. I’ll have to wear the same clothes again next year.” She shook her head as if the world would stop if that happened.
“Damn...” I shrugged. “My parents don’t give a shit; they’re happy I’m in college.”
“You aren’t—not yet.” We got to our first class and stopped at the door.
“The name on the sign says University, so as far as they’re concerned, I’m in college.” I grinned and walked into the classroom.
I had been attending Grantham University for two years and even though Mr. Matthews would give me a passing grade, it was unlikely my third try at my senior year was going to be any different than the previous two. I really didn’t care at that point. I was nineteen years old and planning to ride the gravy train until my parents stopped footing the bill and let me live out my days by their pool working on my tan—hopefully with a hot pool-boy somewhere in the vicinity. I figured I had another three or four years before they got tired of spending money on school and let me call it quits. Until that happened, I was just going to have fun with it and do whatever the hell I wanted to do.
Grantham University was literal chaos most of the time. It was filled with people just like me who didn’t make it in public school. We were the forgotten children of the elite—sons and daughters they weren’t proud of. I had a brother that was the shining star of my family so he could keep the Lewis name afloat while I lived off the spoils.
“WHERE’S THE PARTY AT tonight, guys?” I walked up to a group that was leaned against their lockers chatting.
“Are you going to put out this time or just tease me?” The largest of the group, a guy named Braden, gave me an air kiss, which I caught and smiled.
“You’re the one that passed out.” I shrugged and nudged him with my shoulder. “So where the party?”
“Frank’s house.” Braden motioned to Frank, who was perched against his locker across the hall talking to a girl.
Braden smiled and leaned down to kiss me, but I carefully dodged it. “Great, I’ll see you there.” I grinned and took a step back.
“I’m getting in your panties this time, Bethany.” His words were loud enough to cause several heads to turn as I walked away with a smirk on my face.
Braden was hot, but he wasn’t really my type. It seemed that I hadn’t found my type yet, because I was still a virgin despite talking a good game about my exploits. I talked about it so much when I was younger that people just assumed I was riding a cock carousel, so when it got to the point I was actually in a position where I could have sex with someone, I was scared they would find out my secret. My reputation as a slut meant most guys were only after me for sex, which further complicated things. As long as I was at Grantham University, it was unlikely that I was going to meet someone that could tempt me enough to ever consider spreading my legs. It was more fun to tease them anyway. Eventually I would find the right guy, but until then, I was going to use my body to get what I wanted without putting out.
I went through the motions during most of my classes, but when it was time for Mr. Matthews class, I was ready to put on my latest performance. I took my spot on the front row and watched him swallow hard when his eyes moved up my legs to the edge of my skirt. He tried to look away, but I kept casually letting my legs open a little wider, pretending like I was shifting in my seat and it was a complete accident. By the time the class was over, he had sweat under his armpits and dotting his forehead.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Amy walked up to me as I leaned against the wall next to the men’s bathroom.
“Watch.” A devious grin crossed my face. “Mr. Thorne is taking a piss—I’m going to embarrass him when he comes out.”
“How?” She blinked a couple of times. “Are you sure you really want to fuck with him again? You already sent out that auto-tuned video of him eating a sandwich to the whole school.”
“This will be even better. Get your cell phone out and start recording.” I winked at her and positioned myself by the door.
Mr. Thorne was an easy target. He was the principal of Grantham University, which wasn’t exactly a prestigious position. We all knew that he was just a pansy who wouldn’t stick up for himself, which was why he had been there for so long. He was the first principal to last more than one school year, so that meant he was the lowest man on the totem pole. I loved embarrassing him, watching him squirm, and generally knowing I was better
than him. I waited until he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. He looked around the hallway for a moment, and then I struck.
I stepped up behind him, hit my knees, and latched onto his belt. He spun around in shock for a moment, but before he could react, I had yanked his belt over his thighs and pulled his pants straight down to his ankles. His boxers rode them halfway down his ass, and by the time he realized what was happening, everyone was laughing hysterically. He took a step forward, got tangled in his pants, and stumbled. His face flushed red as he reached down and desperately tried to pull his pants back up. Bending over exposed more of his pale, white ass and that brought another roar from the group. I stood up, took a bow, and headed towards my next class while he tried to put himself back together again.
Chapter 3: Anton
“I fucking quit!” My brother slammed the front door as he walked into his house and immediately walked over to the liquor cabinet. He didn’t bother with a glass, he just started drinking whiskey straight from the bottle.
“What?” I leaned up from my sitting position on the couch. “What happened?”
“Those fucking kids.” He took a large gulp of whiskey. “They’re nothing but a bunch of assholes. I’d rather go dig ditches than deal with their shit.”
“Are you making up for lost time with profanity, bro? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse this much.” I walked into the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge.
“The school board doesn’t care. The teachers can’t do anything with them. I would need armed guards in the hallways to deal with half the shit they do. I’m done. I can’t take this anymore.” He walked over and sat down on the couch as I walked back into the room.
“It sounds like a shitty situation altogether.” I joined him on the couch.
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