The Virgin Dating Game

by Sky Corgan

  For a moment, I'm confused. I had intended to sink to my knees and lift up her dress. To taste her sweet honey and have her coming all over my face again. But when I feel a tugging at my waist and hear the unclasping of my belt buckle, I know that she has other plans.

  She moans against my lips as her hand strokes over my hardened flesh. She fumbles with my belt but is eventually able to get it undone despite the distraction of kissing me. My cock springs free, and she immediately wraps her palm around my shaft as she begins to lower herself onto her knees.

  I hiss as she wastes no time impaling herself on my cock, her wet lips pressing around me, her cheeks looking hallow as she begins to suck. She focuses most of her attention on my helmet, using her hand to pump my shaft with rough twists.

  I gently gather her hair, pulling it away from her face so I can get a better view of her licking and kissing and sucking me. Every time her eyes meet mine, I'm worried she's going to undo me. She looks so sensual and...made for this.

  I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. Adore claws her nails down my stomach, all the while keeping her mouth well occupied with my dick. When she reaches the base of my shaft, she dips her hands under and massages my balls. I groan as she plunges down onto my cock, taking me as far back as her throat will allow. She stays there and sucks until her gag reflex kicks in, then pulls off of me to flick her small pink tongue across my slit.

  I cup her chin, urging her to stand. She pouts at my dick before complying but is all lust again once her mouth reaches mine. I can taste myself on her lips, but it doesn't bother me. A few more seconds and I would have shot my load down her throat. I'm not sure she would have been up for that, and I damn sure don't want to do anything to scare her away.

  I grip her ass, drawing her against me, my hard slick cock sticking to the material of her dress. She gasps and then giggles, smiling up at me with her radiant beauty.

  “A man could get addicted to this,” I tell her.

  “That's what I'm working on,” she purrs.

  “I was addicted to you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  “Is that so?” Her head bobs slightly, pleased with herself.

  “That's so.” I gaze into her eyes, my expression serious. “I want you Adore. More than just tonight. I want you to be mine.”

  “Yours, huh? What does that mean exactly?” She looks unsure. I need to make myself clear and wipe any uncertainty from her mind.

  “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

  “Really?” she pipes up excitedly.

  I can't help but laugh. “I'm glad this news seems to please you.”

  She draws a hand up to her chest. “All this time, I thought...Never mind what I thought.”

  “So is that a yes?” I dip to catch her gaze.

  “Yes! Definitely yes.” She throws her arms around me, and relief softens the tension I didn't even know I was feeling. She's mine, for more than just tonight. Hopefully, for forever.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ADORE

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  I show up at the doctor's office for my appointment. I've been having feminine problems lately that require a weekly checkup. I sit in the exam room, already up on the table.

  Waiting for the doctor fills me with nervous anticipation. Sometimes, it feels like he takes forever, but I suppose that's only natural when he's usually booked solid. He was nice enough to get me in on his lunch break today, insisting that it's important that I keep to my schedule.

  I've gone through the cabinets and drawers in just about every exam room in this place. They all have the same stuff: gauze pads and bandages and towels. I've played with the reflex hammers and otoscopes. Thankfully, I haven't been caught yet, or I can only assume that the doctor wouldn't be very happy. Though I'm sure I'm not the only person who has ever done these things.

  I lie back on the exam table, staring up at the ceiling. Every once in a while, my eyes dance to one of the abstract paintings on the wall, something that had been recommended by the interior designer. I've had enough conversations with the doctor to know that he has no sense of style when it comes to decorating so prefers to leave that in more qualified hands.

  Finally, I hear the double knock that announces my appointment is about to begin. I shoot up into a sitting position, wanting to look like I was impatiently waiting for him instead of just lounging around.

  Kellan walks in wearing a blue shirt and tie and khaki-colored slacks, his stethoscope draped around his neck. I always smirk when I see him looking like this—so professional.

  “Someday, they need to bring back the white lab coat,” I say.

  “I'm glad to see you're doing well today, Miss Scarborough.” He smiles at me.

  “If I were doing well, then I wouldn't be here.” I pout. “Doctor, I think I'm sick.”

  “Is it the same problem?” Kellan raises an eyebrow.

  “I think so. I just...have no control.” I tug at the hem of the navy blue t-shirt dress I'm wearing.

  “Well, we should probably start by checking your vitals.” He takes the stethoscope from around his neck and puts it on. “Take off your dress for me.”

  “Doctor, is that really necessary?” I do my best to look offended.

  “We've been over this before, Miss Scarborough. It's easier for me to listen if the diaphragm is pressed against naked skin. If you'd prefer, I can go down the front of your shirt.”

  “No, it's fine.” I jump off of the table and shimmy out of my dress. When Kellan sees I'm not wearing a bra, his pupils dilate. My gaze falls to the bulge that immediately forms in the front of his slacks.

  “Alright. Now let me have a listen.” He follows me as I climb back up onto the table, pressing the diaphragm of his stethoscope to my chest. The coldness of it makes my skin goose pimple. “Everything sounds good.” He takes the headset off and hangs it back around his neck. “Now let's see what all you have going on. Take your panties off and lie back.”

  I do as I'm told, watching him as he pulls out his phone and starts messing with it. “What are you doing?” I frown at the distraction.

  “I was thinking that I should start taking pictures to document what's going on.” A mischievous grin crosses his lips.

  “Doctor, you're such a pervert.” I cover my naughty bits, though I still place my feet in the stirrups when he pulls them out for me.

  “I'm afraid it's medically necessary, Miss Scarborough.” He gives me a look of confidence.

  “If you say so.” I sit back and try to relax.

  “Good. Now, let's see what you've got going on.” He gazes at my pussy through his phone screen before taking a picture. Hearing the click makes me blush. I've never taken nudes for anyone, but he's a doctor, so I guess it's okay.

  “How does it look, Doctor?” I bite my bottom lip.

  He sucks in a breath between clenched teeth and shakes his head. “I'm afraid the problem is still there.”

  “Really?” I frown.

  “Yeah. It looks as hungry as ever. But I need to run a few tests first. I can't tell just by looking.”

  “Do what you must, Doctor.” I rest my head on the pillow, trying my best not to grin.

  A shiver rolls down my spine as I feel Kellan place his hand on my inner thigh. He reaches over to pull his stool closer so that he can sit, his face slightly peeking over my mound.

  My body comes to life as I feel his tongue lap against my lower lips. The tip plunges between them, seeking out my entryway. I grip the sides of the table, bucking my hips when he begins to eat me out. It feels like each time he goes between my legs, he learns more about me, slowly perfecting the art of making me come. I shouldn't be surprised that he's so skilled. He's a smart guy. He would have to be to have become this successful.

  “Oh, Doctor Adams,” I whimper as he drives me to climax.

  “Your response is good,” he tells me once my contractions have died down, “but I need to check inside.”

  “I
nside?” I parrot, my pussy clenching.

  Kellan stands, sliding two fingers into me. The thumb of his other hand gets to work jiggling my clit. I suck in a breath, biting my tongue to keep from being more vocal. He strokes my g-spot roughly, his thumb relentless to make me come again.

  “Doctor, I can't,” I squeal, turning away.

  “It's fine, Miss Scarborough. This is important. Just let it happen.” He kisses my inner thigh, never letting up.

  My body is so overwhelmed with pleasure that I come all over his hand, my stomach clenching, my toes curling. Nothing I could have done would have stopped it. He has that much power over me.

  “Doctor, it needs to be fed its medicine,” I tell him desperately, wishing I could rip his clothes off and mount him.

  Kellan nods. “I think it's time for your injection.”

  The sound of his zipper being drawn down is deafening. I look down to see his hard cock already in his hand. The shaft is thick with veins, the head purple. His need is glistening on the tip. The plunger is pulled back and ready.

  He steps forward, and I feel his slick helmet brush between my pussy lips. I try to wiggle down to take him in faster.

  “So impatient, Miss Scarborough,” Kellan chastises me.

  “I need it, Doctor,” I whine.

  “Then I should give you your treatment right away.” He bucks all the way in with one quick thrust, making me gasp.

  “Oh fuck.” I bite the back of my hand to keep from coming again. The spreading sensation is intense. Kellan works a lot, so we rarely get to have sex more than twice a week. Because of that, I feel like I've never really adjusted to the size of him. “It's so much, Doctor.”

  I'm certain that his staff know what we do in here by now. They all know I'm his girlfriend. And occasionally, he hits a spot inside of me that causes me to cry out, despite my best efforts to be quiet. It happens more often than he would like, but I just blame it on his stupidly big dick. If he hated it that much, he wouldn't invite me back for more of these appointments.

  He pumps into me with reckless abandon, working toward one goal. The intense look in his eyes as he stares down at my tits while he fucks me is super sexy. When his breathing becomes ragged, I squeeze my pussy around him.

  “I'm going to,” he starts to warn only a second before I feel his cock swell.

  “Oh, Doctor Adams,” I purr. “I need every drop of your medicine.”

  He shakes his head at me, a smirk taking over his face before he gasps as his orgasm wrecks him. I half expect him to say he doesn't know what to do with me, as he often does when I tease him like this, but it's written all over his face, so no words are needed.

  When we're finished, he pulls out and stuffs his dick back in his pants. I hop off of the table and put my dress back on, walking with a satisfied swagger.

  “Same time next week,” I ask as I approach the door.

  “Same time every week,” he replies with a smile.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  KELLAN

  NINE MONTHS LATER

  It's the one year anniversary of Adore giving herself to me, and I have a special night planned.

  I make her wear a blindfold all the way to The SX Club because I know she'd protest coming here otherwise. We've talked about it several times since we first met, about how the experience was hot but that neither of us wanted to repeat it. The thought of sharing her with an audience isn't ideal, but this place has significance for us, and that's why I feel the need to do this here.

  Adore's reaction is about what I expected it to be when I finally pull the blindfold away from her eyes. The excited smile she was wearing flatlines as she see's the dingy little club.

  “Really, Kellan?” She raises a perfect eyebrow at me.

  “Can you guess what night it is?” I stare at the line, not wanting to see the disapproval on her face.

  “Even less of a reason for us to be here.” Adore leans in to whisper to me, “If you remember correctly, I'm not a virgin anymore.”

  “Oh, I remember.” I place my hand on her inner thigh, my cock swelling from the thought of being inside of her. Memories flash through my mind of that first time together, of how much I had wanted her to be mine back then. That feeling has only grown over time.

  “Don't tell me you have a virgin fetish. Wanting to replace me with a newer model?” She pouts.

  I cup her chin, drawing her face up to me. “Baby, you're all there is for me.”

  Adore brushes my hand away, still pouting. “Then why are we here?”

  “Nostalgia,” I reply plainly, opening my car door so that she can't argue anymore. “Tanika and Gilbert are going to meet us here later.”

  She follows me into the line, but I can tell that just being here makes her uncomfortable. There are probably a dozen other things she'd rather be doing with her Saturday night. I'm hoping I can turn that around.

  Since neither of us has returned since last year, our memberships have expired. We spend a few extra minutes renewing them before we're allowed into the club.

  The place hasn't changed in a year, though I'm honestly not surprised. I smirk as my eyes land on the row of chairs and tables set up for The Virgin Dating Game. Ashley is manning the registration table again. The bull pin is also set up in the same place as before. It all gives me major déjà vu. Except I don't feel miserable being here like I did the first time. This time, I'm with my girl.

  “I wonder if anyone else will fall in love tonight?” I muse as I lead Adore to a table away from the action. I would have rather sat closer to where The Virgin Dating Game is taking place, but the club is packed tonight, and for some reason, despite all my other preparations, I didn't think to reserve us a table.

  “I can only assume we were a rare case.” She sits, her eyes fixed on a young woman signing up at the registration table.

  The awkward silence between us tells me that she's upset about all of this. Thankfully, Tanika and Gilbert show up, and Adore seems to come back to life with her friend around. I feel like she's trying to block out everything else going on around her, and I'm fine with that. Nothing that's going on right now matters anyway.

  The Virgin Dating Game begins. Tanika starts talking about everything that happened a year ago that led us all to be here together now. Adore blushes when Tanika goes on and on about our crazy sexual performance in the private area. Gilbert tells us they outdid us last week with their own public display. They've been engaged for about six months now and couldn't be happier together. I've gotten to know them both pretty well since Adore and I became a couple. They're our go-to double date partners.

  We drink from the bottle of Crown Royal that Tanika brought and indulge in conversation. There's a steady stream of adrenaline pumping through my veins. My nerves are a bit on edge, and time can't pass quickly enough.

  Finally, The Virgin Dating Game comes to an end, and the announcer starts calling out the couples who matched. By the time she gets to the end, I feel like I could crawl out of my skin.

  “We have one more match,” she says, a knowing smile crossing her face. “A special couple that met here last year through our Virgin Dating Game. See, folks, love can bloom from these things. Can Kellan and Adore please join the rest of the couples at the registration table.”

  Adore gasps, her eyes going wide. She looks at me, and I see the panic in her expression. “Kellan, no.”

  I suck in a breath between clenched teeth, trying to play innocent and avoid the dagger eyes she's giving me. “I guess we should go up there.”

  “I don't want to.” She folds her arms over her chest and sinks down as if anchoring herself to the chair.

  “Oh, come on. It will be fun.” Tanika slaps her on the shoulder.

  I lean over and whisper into her ear, “Don't you remember how hot it was last time?”

  She visibly shivers. With a sigh, she relents, standing, though I can tell she's still not happy with me.

  “It will be fun. I promise.” I take her hand, le
ading her towards the registration table.

  Adore's palm sweats against mine as we wait to be let into the private area. She presses her small body to me as if seeking out protection.

  “Are we really going to do this again?” she asks.

  “Are you really that against it?” I brush a strand of hair away from her face.

  “It was hot.” Adore shifts her weight, contemplating.

  I find myself becoming impatient waiting for them to lead us in, worrying that at any moment Adore could change her mind and head back to our table. I'm not sure what I'd do then.

  Finally, Ashley opens the door, and we go inside. Adore squeezes my hand as we're led to the viewing bays. Ashley gives me a pat on the back as she directs us in first. My heart is beating like mad knowing this is all coming together as planned.

  “Oh no.” Adore's hands fly up to her face as she realizes we have been put in the middle bay. Front and center. “Shouldn't they have put one of the new couples here?” She gazes past me at the door, taking notice that no one else has been let into the area.

  I reach into my pocket for the box that's been burning a hole there ever since I picked up Adore from her apartment earlier. Then I drop to my knee in front of her before she has a chance to process that there's something fishy going on. When she sees me kneeling before her, tears come to her eyes.

  “Adore Scarborough, one year ago I saw you here and knew you had to be mine. You trusted me to lead you through one of the most memorable moments in a woman's life. Now trust that I will lead you through the rest of your life with all the kindness and love that you deserve. Will you marry me?”

  The tears are flowing like raindrops down the side of a wall. Her mascara is running down with them, but she's never looked more beautiful. The crowd is watching us with bated breath, and I can hear a few of the women awing over my proposal.

  For the first time since I planned this all out, I feel doubt. Adore did not want to come here. Maybe this wasn't the best place to propose, but I like everything important that I do to have some significance, and this place holds meaning for both of us.