by J. P. Comeau
“Margo, I, I mean…I had no idea.”
She dropped her hands and pushed herself up onto her elbows and kissed me on the lips. That simple gesture pulled me right back into the moment I’d thought we’d lost. With my prick nestled right up against her pink pearl, it was so warm and wet that all I wanted to do was plunge deep inside and make love to her with the waves as our backdrop.
But she was a virgin, and I knew how special that was to women. It was usually different for men. We wanted to have sex as soon as possible, and preferably with plenty of women. But ladies such as Margo waited for a special occasion with a special man, and as the moonlight hit her face, it dawned on me—I was that special man.
That was a huge responsibility.
Sure, I wasn’t a playboy like Jorge, but a virgin? This changed everything.
Margo sensed the hesitation in my voice and demeanor. “Please don’t let that turn you off, Chase. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.” She searched my eyes, almost pleading with me not to change my mind without saying a word.
I pointed to my package, which was still standing at attention, and grinned at her. “Does it look like it turned me off?”
Margo giggled a little bit before pulling me into another kiss, and if she didn’t stop, then I knew it would happen. I was too aroused to back out of it now, but I needed to make sure before proceeding. It would absolutely be painful, but if she wanted to stop, I would stand up, help her get dressed, take her home, and kiss her goodnight. But God, I really hoped that wasn’t what she wanted.
I pulled back and stared into her eyes, needing to see her truth. “Are you sure this is what you want, Margo? Right here, right now, the two of us on this beach? You’ve waited an awfully long time for this moment, and I don’t want to ruin it for you.” I kissed the tip of her nose and waited for her answer.
Her chest started to heave, her erect nipples brushed against me as the waves continued to crash onto the shore. As one big wave cascaded over our feet, she wrapped her arms around me and then used her feet to pull me closer, thereby burying my cock deep inside of her flower.
Margo was no longer a virgin.
I gave her a minute to adjust and watched her face for any sign of discomfort or regret. When I found neither, the man inside of me came alive. I took it slow, but deep, undulating my hips in time with the sounds of the surf—in and out—my massive shaft bringing out the woman in her. Margo’s moans against the crashing waves sent tingles down my spine as my toes curled into the sand. I had never felt so alive as in the moment, becoming one with Margo under the full moon.
Just knowing that she had saved herself for this moment, and chose me of all people, made me want to give her the experience of a lifetime. Regardless of what happened between us, I wanted her to remember tonight as one filled with unbridled passion, and be confident she had made the right choice in saving herself.
I was naturally dominant, and with it being Margo’s first time, I was grateful that she let me take charge. I wanted her to enjoy every minute of this and not worry about what would please me. The truth was, she could have just laid there without moving a muscle, and I would have been a happy man. Her gorgeous breasts swayed as I pushed into her, and I longed for the day when I could watch them bounce as she rode me, grabbing them as she took my length, sucking on them while she fucked me—but that would have to wait for another night.
The entire experience was slow, unhurried. I peppered her shoulders with open-mouthed kisses, and she dug her nails into my back when I’d hit that spot no man had ever touched. She was so responsive. Her back arched, and she let out these sexy moans that rode out to sea with the receding tide.
Margo moved in a way that encouraged me into the angles that hit the spots that made her soar, and she encouraged me with her hands, and her feet, and her mouth all over my body. She was a woman who knew what she wanted despite not having any experience getting it. I fit perfectly inside of her, as though our parts were made for each other.
With one roll of my hips and a deep thrust, Margo tossed her head back and screamed so loudly that I was afraid we were going to get caught, but the passion between us was far too intense just to stop. Both of us needed to climax, to finish what we had started, before leaving the beach. I made love to her the best way that I knew how, kissing every inch of her body as she prepared to surrender herself to me. And as her core flooded with lubrication, I knew she was almost there. I wanted to make Margo come so hard that her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she screamed my name so loud that it bounced off of the rocks.
My orgasm was starting to build, and I wouldn’t last much longer.
I broke our kiss so I could meet her eyes. I wanted to watch as she came apart, to commit it to memory. With my hands cradling her jaw, and my stare locked on her, she squeezed me from the inside out. Her moans intensified as I pushed us to the brink of an orgasm, and even though I was ready to release, I waited for her.
Margo’s lips parted, and I could tell that it was about to happen. As we stared into each other’s eyes, both of us cried out with pleasure as the waves around us crested, so did our ecstasy. Her body convulsed right along with mine. I tipped my forehead to hers while I waited for us both to come down, and then I rolled onto my back and cradled Margo against my side with my arm.
Both of us were exhausted, and I could have easily fallen asleep, but I wanted to make sure she was all right. I needed to know she didn’t regret what had just happened and that it was everything she had hoped it would be. And I realized that I hoped it meant as much to her as it had to me.
I looked down to see her smiling, the light of the moon bouncing off of her eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I knew she would remember that night for the rest of her life.
As would I.
11
Margo
It was unbelievably hard to focus on anything at work. I kept replaying what had happened between Chase and me on the beach the other night. Before he had picked me up, I genuinely hadn’t expected to give myself to him—well, not that night. Sure, it was in the back of my mind that something could happen, but never that quickly.
There was just no denying our sexual chemistry.
As one of my clients waited for her highlights to set, Ginger called me over to the desk.
“What’s up?”
“You tell me, Margo. You’re just gazing out into space between clients. Is anything wrong?”
I just shook my head while going back to check on my client’s highlights, and then made my way over to where someone needed their eyebrows waxed. I stared into the hot wax for several minutes before finally remembering what it was that I needed to do. Even the client gave me a double-take, silently wondering if she had made the right decision when choosing a stylist.
Ginger kept checking clients in as I tried to stay on track, but I kept thinking about how I was no longer a virgin. Chase had taken it from me. Well, I didn’t want to put it so bluntly. I had given him my virginity sounded much better, and I didn’t have any regrets about it. From the moment we started walking along the beach, I somehow just knew he would be the one.
“Margo, I think her highlights are done.”
I ran over to the client and checked, and sure enough, they were ready. “Thanks,” I yelled over to Ginger.
I continued running around the salon that morning, forgetting how to perform basic tasks such as shampooing, trimming bangs, and applying makeup. It was as though all of my years of cosmetology school had gone down the drain, and to make matters worse, Ginger was a witness to it all.
Every once in a while, I’d look up at her, just to see her shaking her head before proceeding to either check someone in or cash someone out. I couldn’t tell her about it either since it was her brother, and I knew she didn’t want us dating. If she ever found out that I had gone on a date with him, let alone that he was the first guy I ever had sex with, I didn’t even want to
know what would happen.
“Margo? Margo? Margo!”
I looked up from the washing station to see Ginger flagging me down. One of the new hairstylists came over and offered to finish shampooing to see what Ginger needed.
“What’s wrong, Ginger?”
“Your last client of the day just canceled because her cat needs to go to the vet. What’s wrong with you, anyway? You keep dazing off.”
“Nothing,” I lied. “I’m just a bit tired.”
“Well, just don’t give someone a highlight who only wants a cut. That’s one way to flush your career down the toilet.”
I rolled my eyes while making my way back to my station. The new hairstylist did a great job of shampooing and conditioning the hair, although, given the coarse texture, I would have used something a bit more moisturizing. The woman smiled at me as our eyes met in the mirror.
“So, you want a new hair color today, right? Are you looking to go darker or lighter?”
She just about fell out of the chair. “Are you crazy, lady? I just need my hair trimmed. Don’t even touch the color! I’ve been a brunette all of my life, and I’m not interested in any services you’re trying to sell me!”
Her screams caught the attention of everyone in the salon, including Guadalupe, who was making her way over. That was the last thing I needed. I took tremendous pride in my work, and after one verbal mistake, one of the salon owners had overheard.
“Is everything all right, miss?”
The woman ripped the black smock off and stood up, towering over poor Guadalupe.
“This dingbat was going to color my hair when all I signed up for was a trim. Is this how you get people to spend more money? Because my sisters and I come here all of the time, so believe me, you get plenty of money from me!”
Guadalupe put her arm around the client and walked her outside the salon, but not before turning around to give me an “it’s okay, dear” look.
I could deal with snotty clients, but I couldn’t handle letting down Guadalupe. Ever since I had started there a few months ago, she was always singing my praises. She constantly told me I was one of the best that she had, and even though I wanted to be modest, I wanted to believe her. I knew what the hell I was doing when it came to my job. In fact, I had only had two complaints, and both were from women who complained about everyone.
I walked over to Ginger and sat down in the seat next to her. “All right, I was lying to you before. I do have something big to tell you, Ginger.” I had to get this off my chest to clear my mind.
Ginger’s eyes widened, and she leaned forward, ducking behind the counter so nobody could hear us. “I knew it, Margo! I knew something had happened. Are you alright? Tell me!”
I took a long, deep breath. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone, all right?”
“Of course,” she said.
I wanted to believe her, but Ginger tended to gossip. People were bound to find out about us eventually, though.
“Well, I sort of went on a date the other night with this guy.”
“What’s his name? You don’t have to give me his last name, but at least his first name.”
“I can’t, Ginger. We only went on one date, so I’m not ready to tell people who he is yet.”
“Oh, come on, Margo! I promise I won’t look him up on social media. Well, all right, that’s a lie. You know that I will anyway. But what happened that’s got you all flustered if it was only dinner?”
“Well,” I whispered, “he took me to a costly seafood restaurant, and then one thing lead to another and…”
Ginger’s eyes bulged, telling me to keep going.
“I lost my virginity. I mean, I gave a guy my virginity. So, there you have it. I had sex. Finally! And it wasn’t as painful as I thought it’d be, either. Actually, I enjoyed it. A lot.”
Ginger’s hands went to her mouth as she let out a huge gasp but dropped them when people looked up. “Oh my gosh, Margo! There’s no way in hell that you are not going to tell me the name of the first guy you had sex with!”
I continued to shake my head, though. “No, I really can’t Ginger. It’s nothing personal, I swear. It’s just…private, you know? Right now, I’m not telling anyone.”
Ginger crossed her arms, just as she had done at the wedding reception. “Margo, the rules of friendship clearly state that you have to tell your best friend who you lost your virginity to.”
I cleared my throat, correcting her choice of words.
“Sorry,” she continued. “Who you gave your virginity to. Look, I’ve told you everything about me! It’s part of bonding or whatever. Please, please tell me the name!”
If it had been any other guy, I would have told Ginger all of the juicy details by now. I would have told her how passionate the sex was and that it was everything I had hoped it would be, plus more. That no matter what comes out of this relationship, I will always remember that night and not have any regrets.
But of course, I couldn’t, because it was her big brother, and I was being to suspect she suspected the truth.
“Maybe in time, I will, Ginger, but please accept that I can’t tell you. Anyway, that’s why my mind’s been all over the place today. I just hope that Guadalupe doesn’t write me up for what happened with that client. It was an honest mistake.”
Ginger rolled her eyes about the client.
“Oh, that bitch? She complains about everybody here. I’m surprised Guadalupe and her husband haven’t banned her from the salon yet. But anyway, I’m not going to stop bothering you until you tell me his name.”
I just shook my head and leaned back in my chair, making it clear that I may very well take this to my grave. Besides, Ginger didn’t need to know every piece of gossip that happened at the spa. It would serve her right to let this one slide.
“Ginger, if you’re really my best friend, then you’ll stop asking me. I promise I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
She just shook her head as a client walked in through the door.
“Hello, I have an appointment with Margo for a waxing.”
Ginger looked at me as I jumped up from my chair, then rushed back into the salon.
As my next client sat down in the chair for facial waxing, Ginger kept her eyes on me. Maybe I shouldn’t have even told her about losing my virginity, or perhaps it was a good thing that I wasn’t telling her that it was Chase. Regardless, I knew she wouldn’t give up on getting the name anytime soon.
By the time I was through working for the day, Ginger had asked me upwards of a dozen times for the name of the guy I had given my virginity to. I’d both had enough, and on some level, I was eager to tell her it was Chase. If he and I were going to keep seeing each other, then she was bound to find out about us anyway.
So we agreed to go to a local cabana for some drinks. I made it clear that I would tell Ginger at the cabana, but not before we got there, and I needed some alcohol in my system. Ginger had a tendency to throw temper tantrums when she didn’t get her way, and if she didn’t want me dancing with her brother, then she probably wouldn’t want me to have sex with him, either.
After our third glass of merlot, Ginger refused to continue to wait.
“It’s time, Margo. Tell me his name. You don’t have to give me all of the details about how it went down, but as your best friend, I should know who you’re having sex with.”
I ran my fingers along my empty wine glass, wondering if I should have another one before spilling the beans. But once again, Ginger cleared her throat, signaling that it was time. She was impatient, and I simply couldn’t handle the pressure anymore.
“Chase. I gave my virginity to Chase, Ginger.”
Her face turned a deep shade of red, and it was evident that she was angry. So angry that she couldn’t even find the words to speak.
“Now, I know you’re upset, but please hear me out. Chase took me out to a beautiful seafood restaurant, just as I had told you, and then we ended up on the beach. It was just the
two of us out there, Ginger, and I can’t even begin to describe the magnetic attraction I have to him. I know you’re upset, but please don’t take it personally.”
“I was afraid this would happen.” Tears welled in Ginger’s eyes, and just as I reached for her hand, she snatched it away and stormed out. Everyone around us turned to see what was going on, and all I could do was sit there dumbfounded.
The bartender came back over to me. “Would you like another drink, miss?”
I shook my head as tears streamed down my face and then threw down some money and hailed a cab.
Sleeping with Chase had turned out to be the worst decision of my life.
12
Chase
Two Weeks Later
It had taken me calling and texting Ginger practically non-stop just to get her to acknowledge my presence. As I sat waiting for her to arrive for lunch at a local soup and sandwich shop, I kept replaying the past two weeks over in my mind.
After Margo gave me her virginity that night on the beach, she had been altogether avoiding me. That was a turn of events I hadn’t seen coming. Usually, it was the man who stopped contacting the woman after their first night of sex, but she had yet to pick up any of my phone calls. I had even sent her numerous text messages, wondering if she was simply embarrassed.
But she didn’t reply to any of those, either.
I finally succumbed to going to her apartment, where I knocked on her door so loudly that I expected the police to show up. And even though I knew she was home, Margo never answered the door or acknowledged my presence. All I could think of was that it had to do with Ginger.
She had probably told Ginger about our night together, and naturally, my younger sister had flipped out. I’d feel terrible if that were the case because, as her older brother, it’s partially my job to make her grow up. But she was about to graduate with her MBA, for crying out loud. If she wasn’t mature now, then when would it happen?