Page 13 of His Virgin Vessel

Chapter Five

Corinne

So, now you know. My father wouldn't have believed it, nor would Risa. Rebellious Corinne, the girl who did everything wrong, whose boyfriends were dangerous and inappropriate, who took after her cheating mother, was still a virgin at twenty-three.

It was stupid, when you thought about it. Risa, who stuck to the rules and did everything right, was eighteen when she lost her virginity. Of course, she was in a committed relationship with the boy, and he had prospects that went beyond stealing her rent money, but still. The good girl lost it, and the bad girl didn't. Although, of course, I'd been pretending that it was long gone, as part of my bad girl persona. It may well have contributed to the failed relationships of my past. Some boys will cheat on you, or dump you if you consistently fail to put out. They shouldn't, and the ones who do are jerks, but my boyfriends had mostly been jerks. When they learned that they might have to wait for me to be ready, then they didn't hang around.

Why was I still a virgin when I was so intent on being a bad girl? Honestly, I was scared. It felt like leaving something behind and taking a step into a world I wasn't ready for. And the longer I left it, the more it felt like that. I dreamed about it, of course, as a sort of perfect act, something wonderful and beautiful. That put so much pressure on the first time that nothing, and no one, was ever going to measure up. It was never something I had felt comfortable with. Until now.

Like I said, I dreamed a lot about my first time: how it would be, who it would be with, where it would be. Me being me, those dreams tended to take place in the back seat of a car, in my Dad's bed while he was downstairs, on a crowded bus—anything forbidden. A storage closet was close to being a public place and so came close to being forbidden, but nobody's fantasies, not even mine, featured the words 'storage closet.’

With someone else, that might have mattered.

Asa didn't look like the men who took my virginity in my dreams. He looked better.

I hung off of his neck, urgently kissing him, as his surprisingly gentle fingers dragged my skirt up my thighs.

"Oh, my ...!" I clapped hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out as his fingers brushed against my most secret entrance. The explosion of sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Last year, during a particularly forceful attempt,one boyfriend had grabbed me down there and squeezed, but that had just felt unpleasant. This ... there were no words. Asa's nimble fingers slipped inside my panties, and I pressed my hand more tightly against my mouth as he explored. Lightning fast shocks of pure sensation ran up and down my body, enervating me from head to toe. Then one of his fingers slipped where no man had gone before, and I thought I might pop with excitement.

There was a man inside me. It was just his finger, but right at that moment, it was hard to believe that anything could feel better than that.

Asa gently kissed my mouth, then he knelt, lifting my top as he went so he could kiss my belly on his way down, swirling his tongue around my belly button. I stumbled backward a step, finding something to lean against. I wasn't sure my legs would hold me much longer. To look down and see Asa there, his face mere inches from my panties, was as exciting as any part of this. He was mine. My man.

I bit my lip as I felt his thumbs hook into the waistband of my underwear, drawing the lacy garment down my thighs and leaving me on display to his heated stare. I thought I would feel embarrassed or nervous in this situation, but I felt oddly proud. I wanted him to look at and admire my nudity. Above all, I wanted to see the desire in his eyes. I wanted him to want me as badly as I needed him. Asa leaned forward.

"MMMM!" Once again, I slapped a hand over my mouth, barely suppressing the squeal. My other hand found Asa's head, and my fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him tighter against me as his lips brushed my heated pussy. Without warning, his tongue delved further, and my world exploded into fireworks. I'd had orgasms before, or at least I thought I had, in the privacy of my room, with the help of a mail-order toy, but nothing like this.

When I came back down to Planet Earth, I saw Asa looking up at me. "I'd say you needed that."

"You have no idea," I gasped.

His gentle hands traveled up the back of my legs and around the curve of my ass, drawing me back to him. "I call that level one."

He dove back in. My hand slammed back over my mouth, and I yanked at his hair in desperate need both for him to stop and for him never to stop. I had no idea how long Asa spent on his knees, using lips, teeth, tongue, and fingers to pleasure me. I had no idea how many orgasms he gave me. But when he finally stood, I was as limp as a rag doll, my chest heaving, my body bathed in sweat, and my face flushed. This wasn't how a person was supposed to lose their virginity. You were supposed to start off slow and build your way up. Losing my virginity to Asa was like learning to drive in a racing car. And, technically, we hadn't started yet. I was still a virgin.

I pulled him to me to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and not even caring. He took one of my hands and guided it to the tremendous bulge in the front of his jeans. This was going to happen. This thing was going ... Well, it was going somewhere.

A nervousness came back over me, but it was swiftly lost as Asa kissed me tenderly. His hands gently caressed my body, his touch enflaming my skin wherever it landed. The night before he had seemed so dominant, and he was, but there was another side to him as well, and I loved them both. I wanted them both.

I squeezed hard where he had placed my hand and felt an answering throb.

"You're not going to make me wait, are you?" I asked, all nervousness forgotten. It was time to put all that bad girl theory into practice.

But Asa grinned wickedly at me. "Not wait, exactly, but I think you owe me a little something, don't you?"

At first I wasn't sure what he meant, but then it dawned on me. I tried not to look flustered, for fear of letting my bad girl act slip, and I suppose I must have succeeded as Asa guided my hand once again, this time to his zipper. I started to kneel down, but he stopped me.

"Hang on, you'll need something to kneel on. You don't want to get your knees dirty."

He grabbed the hem of my top, and I raised my arms to allow him to pull it over my head. Asa's eyes gleamed as he revealed my breasts, and I was glad that I had chosen not to wear a bra today.

"Damn, you're beautiful."

"Funny how men only say that once they've got my top off." I played it cool, still acting like I did this sort of thing all the time.

"I'm sure they think it all the time," Asa said, his eyes still glued to my chest. "But it is nice to have it underlined."

He stooped, and I squeaked involuntarily as he gently kissed first one nipple then the other. He licked and kissed his way between the two, now and then nibbling the tender flesh, making me bite my lip and squeeze hard at the swollen organ pressing into my hand.

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