Bad Virgin

by Kelli Callahan

  After Anton got a job, he started volunteering at the homeless shelter, and I came by to help him when I could. His heart was definitely in helping others and it gave him the opportunity to do that while earning some bonus points with his parole officer—some of which we were going to have to cash in soon if we were going to get permission to leave the state for our honeymoon.

  “Hold your hand up, Bethany.” My mother motioned towards me. “I want the ring in the pictures so they can double as your engagement photos.”

  “Seriously?” I rolled my eyes and moved my hand so that the ring was visible in the pictures she was taking.

  “No, but one day when you tell our grandchildren that you were pregnant when you graduated high school, they can at least see that you were engaged.” She smiled and took some more pictures.

  “I’ll be married long before the baby is born. I’m not even showing.” I held my robe tight against my stomach.

  “Wait, hold that pose—the first picture of our grandchild.” She quickly snapped a picture.

  Anton was overwhelmed with emotion when he found out I was pregnant. We had never taken any steps to prevent it and we fucked every chance we got, so it was only a matter of time before it happened. The fact we were five months into our relationship before I missed my first period was a miracle in itself. I knew Anton was my eternity long before that, and I couldn’t have been happier to be carrying his child. My parents weren’t completely thrilled with the news in the beginning, but after they had some time to sleep on it, they went into excited-future-grandparent mode. My mom had already filled one of our rooms up with more baby stuff than we would ever be able to fit in Anton’s apartment. Once the preliminary photos were done, we headed to the school and I took my place in line after sharing a brief kiss with Anton.

  “BETHANY LEWIS.” MR. Thorne leaned into the microphone as he called my name to walk across the stage. “Finally...”

  The crowd erupted in cheers when he added the last word and I shot him a glare when I got my diploma in my hand. We did the traditional pose to get the picture and then I hugged my unborn child’s uncle. The news of his resignation had shook Grantham University, especially since he had maintained most of the progress Anton made. I did my part, pointing out things that he could improve, and he even asked Anton for advice a couple of times. None of the people in attendance knew the truth about the transformation except for a limited few.

  The school was already busy trying to find a replacement, and Sloane had already secured himself a position at another school teaching, which was where his passion was anyway. It was also his true calling in my opinion, because I was standing on the edge of the stage holding my diploma thanks to his tutoring. I definitely had to pull my own weight, but he helped me catch up on things I missed before I decided I needed to turn things around.

  “We did it!” Amy ran towards me and we hugged as I made it to the side of the stage where the graduates had gathered.

  “We did!” I smiled and hugged her tight.

  “I’m sad though, I lost my drinking buddy. I’m going to have to do keg-stands on my own in college.” She put her hand on my stomach. “Now you’re all adulting and shit.”

  “Give me a year—I’ll come visit you.” My hand rested on her arm.

  “Yeah, right. You’re getting married and popping out kids until you’re forty. By then, I’ll be ready to settle down myself.” She laughed and pulled away from the embrace. “I still can’t believe you’re marrying Mr. Thorne’s brother!”

  “He’s a good guy and he’s the right one for me.” I looked over and waved to him in the crowd.

  “This is usually the part where I ask if the hot guy you’re marrying has a twin brother, but...” She grimaced.

  “Sloane ain’t so bad. He won’t be your Principal anymore after this year, so you never know...” I nudged her ribs with my elbow as I teased her.

  “Hmm.” She looked up at Sloane and then over to me. “Maybe...”

  Epilogue: Anton

  “I now pronounce you man and wife—you may kiss the bride.” The preacher folded his hands in front of him and I lifted Bethany’s veil.

  The beautiful girl I fell in love with was finally my wife. I took her by the waist and spun her around in my arms before I planted a kiss on her lips that got the approval of the crowd. Not only was she my wife, she was also carrying my child. A trained eye might have spotted the baby bump, but she wasn’t showing enough to really tell. It had been a bit of a whirlwind romance to say the least, but I was head over heels in love with my new bride. The kiss finally ended and I lifted her back up so we could walk down the aisle. We made it to the back of the church and immediately started picking rice out of our hair while we walked down the steps towards the waiting limousine. As much as I wanted to peel the wedding dress off Bethany’s gorgeous body, we still had a reception to go to.

  “I love you so much.” She kicked off her shoes and leaned against me.

  “I love you too.” I leaned to the side and kissed her forehead.

  “Did you ever think you would end up marrying the girl that flashed her pussy at you in detention?” She looked up at me and grinned.

  “Not until I saw her masturbating in her car. After that, I knew she was the one.” I winked at her.

  “CONGRATULATIONS, BROTHER.” Sloane extended his hand once we were at the reception hall.

  “Thanks, man.” I shook his hand and he clasped me on the shoulder.

  “You’re married to Bethany Lewis. I can’t wrap my mind around that.” Sloane’s voice still had the hint of shock, despite the fact he head witnessed the ceremony.

  “Bethany Thorne now—probably even more of a mind fuck.” I chuckled.

  “Yes, it is.” He nodded.

  “So how long until we’re doing this for you?” I looked past him at Amy who was standing by the keg.

  “A wedding? No, I’ve already done that once. I don’t plan on getting married again. We’re just having fun.” He looked over his shoulder at Amy who waved at him.

  “Yeah, I said that once too—now look at me. I have a ring on my finger and a baby on the way.” I smiled and shrugged. “You could have that too.”

  “Amy’s a good girl. I like her a lot. She’s really started to mature and I think Bethany has been a good influence on her lately.” He nodded and smiled.

  “Well your good girl...” I motioned towards Amy. “I think she’s about to do a keg-stand.”

  “What? Fuck...” He turned and shook his head as he walked towards Amy who was trying to get one of the other bridesmaids to lift her up.

  Yeah, he’s going to have to put that one over his knee...

  “WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, officially.” Bethany’s father walked over and extended his hand, along with a cigar. “This is an expensive one, so save it for later.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Lewis.” I tucked the cigar into my jacket after shaking his hand.

  “Call me Carl. I know you have a lot of pride and I respect that, but I promised Bethany’s mother I would offer you a job at the company.” He leaned in closer. “Six figure salary.”

  “I appreciate that—I really do. I’m going to take care of your daughter, but I don’t think wearing a suit and working a desk is in my future. I haven’t told Bethany this yet, but the shelter is looking to add an Assistant Director and I’m the top candidate for the job. It won’t be a six figure salary, but I’ll get to do what I love.” I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “But if that doesn’t work out, who knows—maybe I’ll sell my soul for a corporate gig.”

  “Your soul is already in my daughter’s purse, along with your balls. If you haven’t figured that out, you will soon enough.” He chuckled and waved to his wife. “Mine are right over there.”

  “You’re probably right.” I raised my eyebrows and laughed along with him. “Either way, I appreciate the offer.”

  Carl walked away and I sipped my beer, looking around the reception hall. Everything I neede
d in my life was right in front of me. We would have one more night alone in the apartment, but the next day we were heading up north for our honeymoon. My parole officer had been kind enough to allow me to leave the state for it, which I was incredibly thankful for. I couldn’t wait to officially begin my life with Bethany, raise our child together, and learn what it was like to have a real family. Things looked like they were shaping up nicely for Sloane as well, even if he did have himself quite a handful with Amy.

  The reception ended close to midnight and we climbed back into the limousine. We were both exhausted, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The instant we were in the apartment, we started tearing at our clothes, anxious to satisfy the craving that had been building all day.

  “Are you ready to get fucked by your husband?” I pressed my lips to her neck and kissed her.

  “Absolutely...” She let out a gasp. “Every night for the rest of my life.”

  “That’s exactly how much time we have.” I pulled her close and our lips met.

  The End

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  BONUS CONTENT: MR. MOUNTAIN

  Chapter 1: Heather

  The sun had been down for a while and what was supposed to be a great trip to the Appalachian Mountains with friends had turned into a miserable tour of falling snow as I drove down a long, seemingly deserted road. Even the radio had given up on me as I fought between bouts of static for a brief melody of actual music. I didn’t even care if it was a genre I hated if it kept me company and reminded me I wasn’t alone in the world. Each push of the radio’s scan button brought a little bit of hope, but it wasn’t long until the static started again and the music was drowned out.

  “Come on. Give me something.” I tapped the radio and hit the scan button again.

  My cell phone was dying and I hadn’t even thought to pick up my car charger because I thought I would find the cabin I was searching for long before it ran out of juice. It wouldn’t have helped anyway because the reception was so bad my GPS couldn’t even get a signal. I stared at the spinning circle indicating it was searching for satellites, but it always timed out before anything was found.

  Ugh.

  I cranked the heater up another notch and tried to peer through the mixture of snow and ice forming on my windshield. The wiper kept pushing it out of my line of sight, but the cold outside was making it harder to defrost as the temperature dropped. I squinted my eyes against the darkness and tried to see with the abysmal light the high beams were managing to produce in the falling snow. Mostly I just got a reflection of snow that seemed to be falling in sheets instead of flakes.

  Yeah, this is bad.

  The situation was going to turn from bad to dangerous very soon if I didn’t find a road sign to guide me back to civilization. I wasn’t even sure where I took a wrong turn. I tried to remember the landmarks and follow my GPS even when the signal went out, but I had made a terrible mistake somewhere along the way. The road stretched on, my eyes got weary, and the gas meter signaled that the end of my journey was coming fast.

  “Please, just a bar. A half a bar? A quarter of a bar?” I picked up my cell phone and tried to get a signal but I was still met with nothing. I even tried flipping it into airplane mode in hopes of somehow picking up a distant service tower, but it went right back to zero bars when I told it to search for a cellular signal.

  Driving around in the dark until my car ran out of gas wasn’t going to help the situation and there was nothing for miles that I could see. It certainly didn’t help that my vision was fairly obscured by the frost on my windshield and the blinding snow falling in front of me. I let my car roll to a stop and kept the engine running as I thought about my situation.

  Am I the only person on this freaking road?

  I pulled my coat from the bag behind me and opened my door. I just needed to get a lay of the land and see if I could somehow get a signal if I wasn’t confined to my car. My coat did little to protect me from the elements as I wandered away from my headlights with my phone in the air, searching for any sign of service. I was met with a constant row of empty bars, and every step I took plunged me further into the darkness.

  “Come on...” I muttered through chattering teeth.

  I heard noises in the distance and felt fear creeping up my spine. It was cold, but there were still wild animals out there, especially in the mountains. I turned towards my car and quickly ran back to safety.

  Yeah, forget that.

  Exiting and entering the vehicle had broken the warm seal I was enjoying from my heater, so I cranked the heater up as high as it would go and blew into my hands. After a few minutes, I could no longer see my breath so I took off my jacket and killed the headlights. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see them anyway.

  What in the world am I going to do?

  Somewhere in the distance, further up the mountain, was a cabin filled with some of my closest friends. It was supposed to be a party far from civilization, a party that lasted several days. My friends were probably already drunk, and rightfully so. I would have been doing the same thing if I wasn’t lost in the middle of nowhere facing the darkness and starting to panic.

  I wasn’t sure how long my car would run if I just left it sitting there with the heater going, but I was certain it wasn’t going to last the night. I had no idea if the road I got lost on was traveled or if I was going to be stuck there until I eventually froze to death.

  I peered out every window, looking for some sign of light—any sort of beacon to guide me towards civilization—but the only light I saw was the reflection of the moon peeking through part of a cloud and bouncing off of the snow around me. It was accumulating fast. If I hadn’t gotten started late, I would have made it to the cabin before nightfall and everything would have been fine. I silently cursed my terrible sense of direction.

  “Drive until I run out of gas or sit here and hope someone shows up before I run out of gas...” I stammered angrily. “I’m too far down this road to just turn around.”

  It was a risk either way. I could get ten miles out of the gas I had left if the screen on my dash was correct, but I had no idea if ten miles would put me any closer to safety. If I just stayed in one spot, I would be able to last a lot longer, but I was gambling on someone finding me. I wished I had Google to tell me what to do instead of needing to rely on my own intuition because I was certain I shouldn’t be trusted to decide my fate in a life or death situation like the one I was in.

  Nature seemed to make the decision for me as I realized exactly how tired I was. The adrenaline of the situation was starting to wear off and the coffee cup in my console had been empty for a very long time.

  If I was going to be forced to walk, doing it in the daylight seemed like a lot better option than trying to do it in the dark, and I seemed to remember my friends saying we might get bad weather Friday night, but the rest of the weekend was supposed to be clear. If they were right, I would only have to battle melting snow and ice when morning came. I decided that I was there for the night, or until I was found, so I tried to make myself comfortable.

  “I’ve slept in a car before.” I said aimlessly. “I’ll just bundle up.”

  I felt fear rising inside of me as the gas gauge dropped and finally gave out. Once the engine stopped, the heat that was blowing out of my vents was sorely missed. I had no options after that. If I was going to survive until morning, I was going to have to do it in the cold.

  The fog on my windows started to frost over even worse and it got really dark when the moon disappeared behind the clouds that seemed to come together and close the crack. My car didn’t do enough to insulate me from the sounds all around me without the engine running. I could hear the whirling wind whipping against the car and I could hear the trees shaking—creaking. I could even hear the distant howls of a wolf but thankfully
it sounded far, far away.

  I closed my eyes and tried to force sleep, but while I was tired and drained, I was also starting to get colder. I pulled my coat around me, and then stacked a couple of shirts on top of it. My face was still cold, so I pulled a couple of shirts up over my nose, letting my breath warm them enough to dull the chill.

  I felt like a natural survivalist for a moment, somehow managing to improvise with the meager supplies I had to create a cocoon of warmth. I dug into my bag again for more clothes, stuffing them in the seat around me to provide more insulation. When I got to the bottom of the bag, I felt the bottle of wine I had packed as tribute for the communal alcohol pool we planned to drink our way through before the end of the weekend. I thought about it for a couple of minutes and then pulled the bottle out.

  “I always get warm when I drink...” I muttered as I started to remove the seal around the top.

  I didn’t have a corkscrew and my plan seemed to be for naught as I stared at the bottle, but then I got an idea based on a video I had seen someone post on their social media page. I dug in my purse for a pen and used the flat end to start pushing on the cork from the top. It took a little effort and caused most of my covers to get tossed around as I fought with it, but I was finally able to push the cork into the liquid below.

  “Victory! Thank goodness something is going my way.” I stared at the cork with a bit of a smile forming on my chilled lips.

  Once the cork was shoved through the top of the bottle, I was able to pour some wine into my coffee cup. It had a coffee taste at first, but the wine cut through it quickly. I wasn’t drinking it for the taste at that point. I hoped the wine would not only warm me up a little bit, but also make me tired enough to get some sleep. My stomach was rumbling a bit as well and I didn’t pack any snacks.