Page 15 of His Virgin Vessel

Chapter Six

Asa

As I recovered from one of the most intense orgasms of my life, I pulled back from Corinne and saw the tears glistening in her eyes. At first I wondered if I had hurt her, but we had been going for a long while, and there had been no sign of that before. Then, all of a sudden, a whole lot of things seemed to fall into place in my mind. I had been so attracted to Corinne, so eager for this to happen, even while acknowledging that it probably shouldn't, that I hadn't really been thinking clearly. The things she had been saying and the way she had been behaving, throwing herself at me in such an obvious way, weren't the acts of an experienced girl. They were the acts of a girl who wanted to seem experienced. How tentative she had been at first. How tight she had been when I entered her. And now the tears. A horrible realization came over me.

"Corinne?"

She looked up at me, wiping tears from her face. "I cry after sex sometimes. Don't know why."

"Was this your first time?"

She looked down for a moment. It was hard to say if she was embarrassed, upset, or what. But when she looked up again, it was with a big grin on her face. "Yeah. Sorry if I misled you a bit, but," the grin widened, "that was incredible! I can't imagine a better way to ..."

"You silly little girl." I pulled out of her and began to get dressed again.

"What?" The look on her face suddenly seemed insecure. "Wasn't it good for you? I mean for me it was ... I just assumed."

"It was fine." I shrugged. It had been a great deal better than fine. It had been sex of an intensity and intimacy that I had never shared with another person, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "It was sex."

"Then ..."

"A girl like you. .." I fought for words. "This isn't how it should happen. You get that moment once in your life, and it shouldn't be with a guy like me in the storage closet of a dive bar!"

"Why not?" Corinne asked, hotly flushed. "I wanted it to be with you, and I don't care where it happened."

"You wanted it to be with me?" I scoffed sarcastically.

"I like you. You're cool. You don't care what people think."

I picked her clothes up off the floor and threw them at her. "You see what you want to see. You see a bad boy. Which is just the fantasy of a little brat who doesn't know shit about the real world."

"I know more than you ..."

"Do you know what I was doing at your father's?"

Corinne said nothing, clutching her clothes to her chest like a shield.

"I was going to break in."

"No."

She knew it was true, but didn't want to admit it. That was the trouble with girls like that. They wanted a 'bad boy,' but only to a limited value of 'bad.’ "Yes. He raided a tattoo parlor where I hang out and got hold of a book with my client list in it."

"Client list?"

"People I sell hooch to. People who pay my gang for protection. You know what happens to them if they don't pay?" Corinne wouldn't meet my gaze. "That's right. They regret it. That's who you just gave your virginity to."

Corinne looked pouty and defiant. "I still don't regret it."

"That's because you're a dumb kid."

"No, that's because it was amazing."

"Everyone thinks their first time is amazing." That was a lie you could only get away with telling someone as inexperienced as Corinne. No one thought their first time was amazing. It was usually a horrifying, clumsy mess that neither party much enjoyed. For all that it had been a mistake, I was actually a little proud that I had made Corinne's first time a bit special. The truth was, she was right. It had been amazing. A virgin had no right to be that good or that natural. But I guess the two of us just fit.

"You don't have to be this, you know," said Corinne quietly.

"What?"

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