Page 1 of The Virgin's Baby Daddy

Chapter One

Well, I end up ass over teacups on the jogging trail. Oh, have you ever heard that before? My grandfather used to say that a lot. He said his father said it all the time, too. It just means falling like, head over heels. That’s not metaphorical. I mean, literally, you roll and end up upside down and… Okay, maybe just imagine being completely discombobulated and in the exactly wrong position to accomplish anything at all. Ass over teacups.

Sorry for the vocabulary lesson.

But I’m ass over teacups and after the tumble, I force myself to at least get control of the situation. I end up on all fours, irritated as hell. I wince from a few bumps and bruises but the only real wound is my pride. Well, I think my jogging pants are ripped. The good news is there’s nobody here to witness my embarrassment. I sigh as I stare at the dirt, concerned about maybe standing up and discovering I’ve twisted my ankle.

Yeah, that’s just what I want two days before I leave!

I sigh and force myself up. Not the whole way. I end up with my back straight but still on my knees. Nothing hurts except that the world ends.

It ends completely.

Because I get my back straight and when I do I see Brian Denmark hurrying to me. He’s also known as Dr. Brian Denmark. You could also call him Dr. Brian “The Man Madeline Crofts Desperately Adores” Denmark. My crush, damn it! School is over so I don’t even know what he’s doing on campus! “Maddy, are you okay?” He asks as he gets to me.

“Well, can a girl be okay when she’s completely humiliated?” I groan. This is pretty damned horrible! Yeah, that’s another thing I say or think too much. Pretty damned. I’m trying to stop that one. I’m failing but I’m trying.

He chuckles and the most wonderful thing happens. I feel his hands on my sides and he lifts me up to my feet. This is the first time he’s touched me, really. I mean, I know I can’t act like this is some kind of intimate miracle or anything but I can tell you that it kind of feels like…

Um, like an intimate miracle.

“Are you favoring your left leg?” He asks. I realize he’s still holding me up and his hands are so close to my boobs! I’m not favoring my left leg. Well, I am, but it’s just because my body is trying to extend all of this moment.

“I’m not intending to,” I say. Then, I put my hands on his shoulders. I’m acting like I’m using them to steady myself but it’s really that I like the fantasy that this moment is more than him making sure of my safety. “Let me try.”

Well, my left leg works fine, which is a little disappointing. I test it and say, “Okay. It’s fine.” I don’t take my hands from his shoulders, though. He doesn’t take his hands away, either. I think he’s waiting for me to so that he knows I’m okay without the support.

Anyway, I think just because it’s my last night in town and because I feel almost like my embarrassment makes a sort of intimate connection for us, I do something I ordinarily don’t have the guts to do. I say, “I’m moving tomorrow so this is our only chance.”

Before he can ask me what I mean by that, I kiss him.

Yeah! I totally kiss my crush even though he’s fifteen or sixteen years older than me and a very well-known and well-respected scientific genius I have no business kissing!

But the man kisses me back, and that might be the most miraculous and beautiful thing imaginable. I don’t think I make the decision right now but it certainly solidifies in my mind. I’m going to give this man my virginity today.

Whoa.

Hold the presses.

Yeah, I’m a virgin. I know twenty-two-year-old virgins are pretty rare these days but that’s what I am. But hopefully not for much longer. I whisper, “I’m going to have to get ready for my flight. We need to…” Well, I don’t know how to say what I want to say.

He lets me go, and I’m afraid I just screwed everything up. He puts his arm around me, though, and says, “My place is only a minute away.”

And that’s how I ended up at Dr. Denmark’s apartment, kissing him desperately and eagerly as he undressed me. The man is masterful in his approach. I don’t know, to be honest, if he’s any better in his approach than any other man, of course. This is the first time I’ve been through this process. I mean, sure, there were some awkward attempts back in high school but that’s not what’s happening here. There’s nothing awkward about him at all.

And he’s not attempting anything. He knows his attempt has already succeeded!

Okay, I guess that’s a stretch because he didn’t attempt anything. I did. I guess it’s fair to say that it’s my attempt that’s succeeded. I become pretty damned aware of that when his mouth closes over one of my breasts and for the first time, I learn what it’s like to have a man’s lips and tongue stimulating my nipple. It’s then and only then that it really hits home for me that I’m going to lose my virginity.

It’s wonderful and terrifying all at once!

I don’t know how the man manages it but I’m actually naked. I remember him taking off my clothes as we kissed but not in order, if that makes sense. I remember my clothes coming off but I don’t remember the progress. Like, I can recall my shirt coming off and my bra as well but only now am I thinking about the fact that this is the first man who ever sees my breasts.

The only person on Earth who knows that I keep my pussy bare.

The only person on Earth who knows I have a heart-shaped birthmark right between my breasts.

And when I feel his hand between my legs, he’s the only person on Earth to ever touch me. Again, I have absolutely nothing to compare this to but just like he seems masterful to me in getting me naked, what he does with his hand seems masterful to me as well.

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