It was a bit awkward sitting here in a room I've never been in. Owned by a girl I barely know. Usually I wouldn't have said yes, but she asked me so nicely. And the way she looked -- damn, I can't believe she's related to that slug of a human. Then she came through the kitchen door, this gorgeous blonde girl, her hair reaching down to her back, carrying two cups of tea. Even standing up she was taller, but now that I'm sitting at her table, it's as if she's a giant. She placed one of the cups in front of me with a smile. "I hope you like this," she said in her sweet, charming voice.
"Don't worry; I'm easy when it comes to tea," I say back to her. I take a sip, and it instantly hits me -- this tea is disgusting -- but I pull myself through, greeting her smiling face with one of my own. But luckily afterwards, I was rewarded as she bent to sit down at the other end of the table, just for a second, and you could see her cute jeans squeeze against her round ass. It was quite a sight, especially with her breasts making themselves very clear under her jumper. It was difficult not to stare, but I'm a gentleman, so I can hold myself back for now. Then after taking a sip from her own cup of tea, she asked, "So I assume you're wondering why I wanted to meet you."
I nodded. After all, a few days ago we'd never even spoken before. She began to explain, "Well, I'd heard a lot about you from some of the other girls, and I'd seen you with my brother a few times." My insides began to heat up; she knew who I was. She probably asked me here to tell me off or maybe shame me in front of her friends that are hiding somewhere. She continued, "I asked him, and he told me you two were friends." I sighed. Good thing that worthless piece of shit was too embarrassed to tell his sister I was bullying him. Oh, and that means what she heard about me from those other girls wasn't something bad. It was the times I'd slept with some of the girls at the university. No, it can't be. Then the only reason she would ask me here.
It was because of my dick. I smirked at her. Did she really want it that badly? Oh, I love those cock-hungry girls; they are so much fun. I decide to ask, "So then is that why you decided to come up to me and ask for my number a few days ago? My reputation with the other girls?" She blushed slightly and looked away. I knew it was the sign of an inner slut who hasn't quite bloomed yet. Don't worry though, Alice, I'll help you get there. Since now I know what she wants, I decide to tease her a bit: "Come on, if you don't admit it, I might as well leave." I stand up from the table and begin to turn to leave.
"No, don't," she cries out. I've got my claws in her now. I turn back to Alice. "Then tell me, why did you ask me here?" I say with a devilish grin.
She begins to fidget, her face still red with nervousness, but she manages to say, "You're right; I've heard from some of the other girls how good you are. And how you make them feel, and I want..." She can't finish her sentence; her lips locked with embarrassment. "Want what?" I say boastfully, teasing her. "I want, I want," she still has trouble saying it before eventually telling me, "I want you to take my virginity."
That word, virginity, shocks me. She's in her final year of university, 21 years old, I think, and still a virgin. She certainly has the body for a girl who people would be after, and it's not like she's unpopular. It's strange, but I can't waste this opportunity. I walk up and put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry; I've made a lot of girls happy before when they've had other men. So a girl with no experience like you will be very pleased with the outcome." That seemed to put her at ease. as she takes my hand that was resting on her shoulder and looks up at me, still clearly worried.