VIRGIN CHRONICLES: The Awakening
Kelly Carlson was 18. 18 and still a virgin. Remarkable in this day and time. You might be tempted into thinking this meant she looked like that old redneck saying āshe wasnāt hit with an ugly stick, they used the whole damn tree.ā But that wasnāt true either.
In fact it was quite the contrary. She had a lovely face that was wreathed in long cascading waves of shimmering Brunette hair. Her Green eyes jumped out at you, especially in the summer when she tanned a dark bronze laying out by the pool. If you could see them, her tan lines and the stark contrast of the two areas of skin would be astounding. Yet, no one, save her mother, herself, and her gynecologist had ever seen her naked since she was a young girl. For Kelly had old-fashioned morals, as well.
Supporting that beautiful, almost angelic face was a classic hourglass body. But you couldnāt tell by the way she dressed. The only time you could ever have gotten an idea of the femaleness of Kel as her friends called her, was at the pool, or in the dead of summer, when you might get to see her legs in cutoff shorts.
Kel just didnāt feel like advertising her sexuality. She wore big baggy clothing to hide the fact her breasts were perky, though only C-cups, so not overly large. When questioned by her girlfriends who all dressed for attention from the opposite sex, Kel would just say āshe wanted a man attracted to her for more than her body. This was all a part of what she called her ādonāt flaunt itā policy.
Kel was determined to be a virgin on her wedding night. Her boyfriend since Junior High School, Vincent Edwards, seemed to understand this, as he had stopped trying to get into her panties years earlier.
Vince had the look and build of young Adonis, and this served to complement the look of innocence and cheerleader-esque appearance of Kel. They had won the homecoming pageant, more a beauty pageant for couples than anything else, on several occasions.
These were the only times when Kel would reveal her lush young figure, as she always wore some form fitting gown. At times these almost appeared transparent in the style of Halle Barry or one of the young J-Loās of the day.
Kel wasnāt without compassion for Vince physical needs or his carnal desires for her, in fact her compassion was of a woman far more mature than her young years. So she had become rather adept at sucking him off and using her hand to satisfy him. She even let him finger her pussy once in a while, as long as he was careful not to rupture her hymen, and she allowed him to suck her breasts as a compromise to no fucking.
Kel was actually quite fond of the feel of Vince hard cock in her mouth. She had learned to deep-throat, so taking his average size cock all the way to the balls was not an issue. She had learned a trick to take him all the way in then to start swallowing, allowing her neck muscles to ripple up and down the shaft of his cock, milking his balls in just a few short minutes.
She had even started to get a little of what she called kinky with Vince. She would insinuate a spit slickened digit in his ass, as she sucked him and the prostate massage that accompanied the blowjob would make his orgasm that much more intense.
Yet, any time Vince would see a new action on Kellyās part as perhaps signaling a change of heart regarding her virginity, and he would get a little aggressive sexually with her, Kelly would regain control of the situation quickly before it got out of hand, because she found his becoming aggressive sexually stimulating.
Vince was getting rather frustrated with Kel. When they both started College. His freshman buddies, bragged at their conquests with all the freshman girls free from the restrictions of home and not holding back with the heady freedom they were feeling. Vince wasnāt without his share of the fawning freshman females. Yet, he remained true to Kel and their relationship. That was all about to change though.
Kel and Vince had a group of friends who were their crowd in high school and all had applied and been accepted to the same University. The small town they came from generated similar interests and the small state they lived in limited the number of state schools available. All were from middle class families except one of the girls, Debra.
Family financial constraints required they attend state schools to get the best tuition rates. So the ābrat packā, as they had dubbed themselves, remained intact as they all left home for State University.
One night shortly after they arrived at school, they were partying at Debraās apt. Debra was the little rich girl who Daddy spoiled to no end. The rest of the ābrat packā, all had stuffy little dorm rooms, but Debra had a spacious condominium apartment. They all went there to party, regularly. At the condo, there was limited threat potential and Debra had a beer supplier so they could drink and not worry about getting busted for being underage. Besides Debra also had an ample supply of pot for them to enjoy. There were usually eight couples there, all friends from high school, and paired up for years. Almost zero threat potential, at least until that group started to break apart. First Debra broke up with her boyfriend Eric. Then Connie and Ken broke up.
Usually there were eight couples intertwined in various positions around the room, discrete and not taking it too far, yet not afraid to āget down and dirtyā if the mood moved them, so it wasnāt unusual to see a hand up a blouse or under a skirt or even to see a cock being tended to, orally, by one of the girls.
None of the other girls were Virgin. Kel had endured their girl talk about their sexual escapades for years.