Bad Virgin

by Kelli Callahan

  “Damn, this feels really good.” I let out a moan as I continued to slide up and down the wall.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” He squeezed my ass and held me tight while his cock continued to hammer my pussy.

  My hands rested on his shoulders, feeling his tight muscles flexing as he slammed his body into mine. The steam filled my lungs and my head spun from both the pleasure and the lack of oxygen. My body was so overwhelmed with bliss that I didn’t care if I passed out, as long as I got the release I craved. The sound of the water on the bottom of the shower was drowned out by the sound of our bodies coming together and the moans erupting when they did. Anton’s cock throbbed inside me while my pussy clenched every inch of his enormous girth, so dangerously close to an orgasm that I was sure it would hit at any second. The pressure inside of me built up and stayed there on the edge of the moment, waiting for him to force it out of me with his thunderous thrusts. The need grew as our passion continued to erupt against the shower wall. It felt like I was locked in a moment of perfection that I never wanted to end, even though my body was begging for the release of an orgasm. His cock started to throb inside of me harder and I knew he was close as well.

  “I’m gonna cum!” His pace became erratic and his words were almost slurred as they came out in a growl.

  “Me too—oh god, me too!” I felt a scream rising up inside me.

  The hammering thrusts turned into a constant surge of pleasure as my muscles tightened to the point they almost cramped. He put a hand on my shoulder so that I didn’t slide as much while he plunged his cock deep inside me. The surge of my orgasm began and my pussy spasmed against his dick that was still going at an incredible speed. The roar of my bliss seemed to bring him over the edge and I felt his pulsating cock erupt inside me. My pussy was filled with his seed as he continued to fuck the spasming hole with everything he had. I felt my body go weak when the orgasm was finally done and I sank into his embrace. His breathing was fast against my neck and I could feel his heart thumping against his chest almost as hard as mine. He held me there as I slowly found the bottom of the shower with my feet and we hugged while our afterglow consumed us. My breath finally returned to normal and he ran his hands across my body, making me tingle even though my lust had been spent.

  “My first time in the shower—I guess this is a weekend of firsts.” I hugged him tighter and smiled.

  “I hope we get to repeat them all very soon.” He squeezed me for a moment and then reached for the soap. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”

  I turned my back towards him, but still stayed close for several more minutes before he lathered his hands and started rubbing them along my shoulders. His hands felt amazing with the afterglow of my orgasm leaving my body tired. He gripped the back of my neck, squeezing the tight muscles around my cervical spine while he covered me with soap. His hands moved down my back, with his thumbs massaging more of my tired muscles. When he had finished with my neck, shoulders, and back, it felt like I had been to a spa instead of a shower. The water started to wash away some of the soap while he lathered his hands up again and started caressing my ass. I thought that would be the end of it, but he took a knee and slid his powerful hands along my thighs, calves, and even my feet before he stood up again. I could feel every muscle tingling after he was done. He turned me towards him and the water ran down my scalp while he rubbed soap on my breasts. The front of my body got the same treatment that the back of my body had gotten, with his strong hands massaging the front of my thighs. When they moved to the inside and I felt him against my pussy, I moaned from the touch, but he pulled his hand away before the fire could be fully ignited.

  “Now for your scalp.” I could hear the shampoo bottle being opened and then I felt his hands moving through my hair.

  “You would do very well in a massage parlor.” I let out a long sigh. “This is incredible.”

  “I’d have to change my style up though.” He chuckled. “I would have to give happy endings instead of happy beginnings.”

  “I’d be your best client.” I sighed again when his fingernails started to press into my scalp.

  His hands were like magic as they massaged my head, even moving to my temples and my eyebrows before he was done. The water washed away the shampoo and soap, while I pointed to the bottle of conditioner. He squeezed some into his hand and worked it down the length of my hair. I picked up the soap and lathered my hands up, moving them across his body. I wasn’t going to be able to massage him as well as he massaged me, but I could at least make sure he was clean. I traced each one of his powerful muscles, marveling at the size while I soaped him up. His tattoos were even more vibrant underneath the water, reflecting a cascade of history in the ink.

  Being so close to him and running my hands along his muscles made me start to get wet again. I ran my hand down his abdomen and started stroking his cock with my soapy hand, which caused it to start showing signs of life. I stopped before it was fully erect and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. It was hard to reach up and massage his scalp since he was so much taller than me, but he bent forward so I could run my fingers through his hair. Once I was done, he stepped into the water and sent the soap slithering down his body and into the drain.

  “Now we’re nice and clean—which means we can get dirty again.” I winked at him and turned off the water.

  “I need some food first. You’ve literally drained every calorie out of me.” He took a towel and started rubbing it across my back.

  “I’ll see what I can find for us.” I leaned against him as the warm towel started to remove the water.

  “WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO do some schoolwork today?” Anton flipped through my books as I searched the kitchen for something to make.

  “I’ve got a few things to do this weekend, but I’ll have time tomorrow. I don’t want to waste a moment that we have together.” I pulled out some chicken and vegetables when I realized I had enough stuff on hand to make a stir fry.

  “Okay, I don’t want to distract you, though, if you’ve got something you need to be working on.” Anton walked into the kitchen and I handed him a beer before I started chopping up the vegetables.

  “No, I’m in a good spot with school for once.” I smiled and kept sliding the knife through the vegetables.

  It wasn’t the complete truth, but it wasn’t a lie. I was in a good spot and while there were things I could have done, I would have plenty of time to take of it on Saturday. I would stay up all night on Sunday if it meant I got more time with Anton. I cooked our meal while he sat the table and watched me, making small talk as I worked the wok like a professional. It was rare for me to actually cook on my own, but I loved being able to make a meal for him. Once it was done, I was amazed that it was actually as good as it was. Anton devoured his first helping and immediately went for a second—apparently he was telling the truth about needing some calories. When the meal was done, we went back upstairs and immediately fell into bed together. I was definitely ready for dessert.

  Chapter 21: Anton

  My heart felt heavy when I woke up the next morning and realized my time with Bethany was coming to a close. My exhausted body had finally been forced to get some real sleep, and I felt like I had wasted so much time that we could have spent together—or I could have spent just admiring her beauty while she slept. It had been the best weekend of my life and I wished it could go on forever. I hoped there would be a time when we could permanently be together so they wouldn’t hurt so bad when they came to an end. The sex was amazing, but just being close to her was an incredible feeling. I got some water and crawled back into bed, pulling her back into my arms the instant my head hit the pillow. I was still tired and her eyes never opened so I felt sleep pulling me in again. Her breathing was like music to my ears and the closeness of our bodies made me feel like everything in the world was absolutely perfect.

  “I WISH I COULD STAY longer.” I held Bethany in my arms as I waited for my cab to
appear.

  “Me too, but you need to see your brother. He’s willing to talk, so that’s the most important thing in the world right now.” She rubbed her hand along my forearm.

  “You’re the most important thing in the world.” I squeezed her tighter. “You’re all that really matters. I love my brother, but I don’t care if it is just you and me against the world—you are everything to me.”

  “I’ll feel better knowing that things are right with your brother.” Her hand clasped on mine. “The taxi’s here.”

  “Just a couple more minutes. They’ll wait.” I pulled her close and kissed her for what I knew would be the last time that weekend.

  It felt like torture when I broke from her embrace. I walked out of her house and she kept the door open until I was in the cab. I put my hand to the glass and stared at her until the cab took me so far away that I couldn’t see her any longer. It was time to face my brother, grovel at his feet, and hopefully find a way to fix things.

  As nice as it would be to have a spot on his couch, I would settle for forgiveness. I had done so many terrible things to him and while the current situation wasn’t nearly as bad as the things I had done in the past, I did understand his frustration. I hoped a week apart had given him time to settle his anger and see that I had good intentions. I didn’t mean to fall for Bethany and it was more lust than love when I first took her into my arms, but things had quickly changed. There was no way I was letting her go, and I would sleep in a gutter before I would ever call it a mistake.

  “COME ON IN.” SLOANE opened the door and immediately walked over to his chair.

  “Bethany said you wanted to see me.” I stepped into the house and closed the door.

  “Yes, we have some business to discuss.” He picked up a piece of paper and held it out to me. “According to this, you work for Grantham University?”

  “Shit...” I took the paper and sat down on the couch. “Yeah, I did add myself to the payroll. I needed the money and I had to have a job or they would have thrown me back in prison.”

  “Well consider yourself unemployed. Do you realize how much shit I would have gotten if anyone found out about this? You’re a felon. You can’t work in a school! Not legally at least...” His words were tense and he grunted with frustration.

  “Just call it another bad decision and add it to my tab.” I sighed and crumbled up the paper.

  “That tab is getting pretty damn big and I don’t see you ever being able to pay it.” He grunted and and shook his head.

  “I know.” I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

  “Well anyway, that wasn’t the only reason I wanted to see you.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “It is hard for me to admit this, but you were right—you were doing a good job at Grantham. Despite your flaws, your fucked up logic, and your libido, you were doing a better job than I ever could have.”

  “I really was trying. That was never a lie. I wanted to clean up the school so it wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass for you.” I felt a bit of hope rising up inside me—he wasn’t yelling. That was a good sign.

  “I had an interesting visit from Mr. Matthews earlier this week. Just how many people knew you were pretending to be me?” His eyes opened slowly and he looked at me.

  “Bethany and Mr. Matthews. That was it. Mr. Matthews saw me with Bethany and I decided to tell him the truth. I think he needed to hear it.” I shrugged. “What did he say?”

  “Well, he basically pledged his undying loyalty to me. It was like—Game of Thrones level shit.” Sloane chuckled. “I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but I realized that he thought he was talking to you.”

  “Game of Thrones?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “Right, you probably didn’t get HBO in prison. Sorry, it was like he was bowing before his king.” Sloane chuckled again and shook his head.

  “I was worried about his decision. I’m glad he made the right one.” I smiled and nodded.

  “Then of course I got a visit from the school board—and Braden Steele’s father.” His mood darkened a bit.

  “I was actually there for that one. I had to earn my paycheck somehow, so I swept the floor behind you.” I shrugged and smiled again.

  “So you heard what they said.” He sighed and looked at the ceiling for a moment. “If my week couldn’t get any more fucked up—Bethany came to me for tutoring. Tutoring and Bethany Lewis. That was something I never thought I would hear.”

  “I told you she wanted to apologize.” I folded my arms across my check and nodded.

  “I didn’t think there was a lick of good in that girl, but I guess I was wrong. It seems like I’ve been wrong all week and it started last Saturday when I threw you out of here. I’m not going to pretend that I can wrap my head around your relationship with Bethany. I mean, I get why you like her—don’t get me wrong, she’s hot as hell. It seems like there is more there than that, though. She seems to care about you, so I was wrong about you two.” He leaned forward slightly. “This is me apologizing to you.”

  “You don’t have to apologize to me.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m the one that fucked up. I wouldn’t change anything, but it did put you in a terrible spot. I’m sorry about that.”

  “I’m not done apologizing, I’m afraid. Before I left school on Friday, I drafted my resignation. I’m no longer going to be the Principal of Grantham University after this school year is over. I gave them enough notice that they can spend the second half of the year finding some other sucker to run the place, but I’m done.” He let out a sigh that sounded like one of relief.

  “What? You’re quitting? The school is in a good spot. I made some real progress—you can keep it going. I’ll help you. We can take turns if you want.” My words came out in a hurried pace.

  “No, I failed at that job. I didn’t realize that until I got the visit from the school board. I cowered in fear of the students, their parents, and everything that the school represented. That isn’t the kind of leader that place needs. I see now that my heart was never in it and even though it is in a much better place now, my heart still isn’t in it. I love teaching. I don’t like the administrative bullshit. I’m going to get back in the classroom and do what I enjoy.” He smiled and it looked like one of the most genuine smiles I had ever seen on his face. “I’m at peace with this, and that’s because of you. If you hadn’t come along, I would have drank myself into a stupor and eventually quit or gotten fired.”

  “You’re sure you won’t change your mind?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but I couldn’t help but feel like he was telling me the truth.

  “Not at all. I’ve never been happier.” He leaned back in his chair. “I finally know what I really want.”

  “Then I’m proud of you, bro.” I stood up and waited for him to stand. We embraced in the first hug we had shared since we were forced to do it as children.

  I regained my spot on Anton’s couch and the next day I started searching for a job. There weren’t many options for someone like me, but I finally got a job flipping hamburgers next to high school kids. It wasn’t my passion, but it was what I had to do to retain my freedom. Bethany visited me most days after school and we had a few stolen kisses before I had to get back to work. I took every hour of overtime they would offer and after about a month, I was able to get an apartment. It definitely wasn’t the best, but it gave me a place to lay my head in a real bed—and it allowed Bethany to visit on a regular basis. When I had spare time, I volunteered at the homeless shelter, and Bethany started becoming a regular there as well. It felt good to help people. I was living proof that it was possible overcome the demons, mend the fences that were bulldozed through, and find solace on the other side of a fractured past.

  Epilogue: Bethany

  “Hold on, Mom! I don’t even have a bra on yet!” I ran around my room, frantically getting dressed as the minutes ticked away—I was already late.

  “I can’t help it! I want to get you in this graduation robe so we can
take some pictures before the ceremony.” My mother had the robe in one hand and a camera in the other.

  “The pictures you’re taking right now are ones that only Anton will see!” I slid a bra over and covered my breasts before the flash went off again.

  “What’s his email address? I’ll send them over.” She smiled and quickly snapped one of me sliding the robe on.

  “Mom!” I pulled the robe down and glared at her.

  “There we go. See, the camera motivated you to get dressed in record time and now we’re ahead of schedule.” She motioned for me to follow her down the stairs so we could get some family portraits.

  My parents had been rather shocked to find out I was dating Anton. My brother didn’t show much emotion towards it. There was some tension in the beginning with my parents, but once they saw how much I loved him, they agreed not to stand in the way of our relationship. It was a good thing they didn’t try, because I wouldn’t have let anything keep us apart at that point. We didn’t tell them that he was temporarily the Principal at the school, just that he was Mr. Thorne’s twin brother. The age difference worried them, as did the fact he was an ex-con, but they softened to him the more he visited. He didn’t try to hide from his past or sugar coat it. He told them what he did, why he did it, and how much he wanted to change. In his own words, I was a major part of that change.