Voltaire is quoted as saying, "It is one of the superstitions of the human mind, to have imagined that virginity could be a virtue." For me there was zero concern of virtue. Nope, the only reason that I am still a virgin, is simple, bad luck.
My name is Joe Archer and I live in Texas, a state where, in case you don't know, football is huge, hell it's as big as religion, so when my parents weren't thumping me over the head with a bible, they were throwing footballs at me non-stop. The Archer dream was for me to become the first professional football playing Baptist preacher.
Religion as it was, always seemed to be, well, how should I say it, bullshit. I never bought into the whole package like my parents and siblings have. My mother not so fondly refers to me as her, Dirty Little Atheist Bastard. She also tells everyone that will listen, that I must have been switched at birth, because after she had caught me watching porn on her ipad, I was also forever known as the Fornicating Pig. Football on the other hand, stuck. I have what one might say is, above average skills for my age and the region that I live in. I practice hard, and have excelled at every level, but it has come at a cost. I play high school ball for a Division 1 team and we have our sights set on being State Champions and some say that we might have a shot. My family has hopes and dreams that I'll get a scholarship to a big school, be a star and be drafted to the NFL. I can honestly say that for once in my life, that I hope their dreams come true. I work as hard as I can to try and make it happen. But the only thing standing in my way or that might stop me is, for the lack of a better word, pussy.
At 18 years old, being a virgin can be detrimental to your social status All my teammates razz me about it in good fun, but I can hear them talking behind my back. I've tried to deny the facts, but we live in a small town and go to a small enough school, so the flashing neon "virgin" light is always flashing over my head. I want to pop my cherry so bad that I'm tempted to bang my sister for Christ sakes.
The last regular season game for our school was being played on the upcoming Friday night and our OLB, Troy, was going to have an end of season BBQ at his families, home. They were huge boosters of the team and our school, so they supply us with food and beer even though we were all underaged drinkers. Yep, no problem feeding 18-year-old football players booze and letting them fuck like rabbits, as long as, they won the game on Friday night and repented their sins on Sunday morning. So, a plan was developed by my teammates, to help me lose my virginity.
"Hey Arch, I just talked to Jess and everything is a go for Friday night. Her cousin Savannah is coming over to stay. Jess says that she's a sure thing and she know who you are and thinks you're cute, so she's down to fuck."
"Come on man, what are you, my pimp?" Jess was Troy's girlfriend and his co-conspirator in trying to get me laid.
"Don't be like that man. We're trying to help get you laid."
"Savannah, really? Everyone knows that Savannah's a porn star name. She'll probably give me an STD."
"What's fucking wrong with you man?"
"I'm just sayin, you couldn't get a Debbie or a Theresa? That name has porn star written all over it and if not, she is at the very least a stripper. "Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage for your viewing pleasure Savannah or everyone, put your hands together and give this young lady a warm welcome to the center stage of the Pussy Palace", sounds about right, doesn't it?"
"You're a tool. Don't fuck this up with all your insecurities, Jess and I worked our asses off planning this. The fact that she may have a little more experience than some other girls will be beneficial to you."
"Whatever. I'll catch you tomorrow." Doing the math, on the probabilities of my finally having sex, weighed heavily in my favor. According to Troy, Savannah was a goer or as he put it "a sure thing", she knew who I was, she thought that I was cute, and she liked jocks. It sounded like a touchdown to me. So, there was only one thing left for me to do, buy some condoms.
Walgreens should have been my natural choice, but I was thinking with the wrong head and ended up at the local Mom and Pop drugstore, the one where my parents shopped. Their condom selection, as limited as it was, still had me baffled. I didn't know which one to get, thin, ribbed, lubed, I had no freakin idea, so I pulled out my phone, took a couple of shots and sent them off to Troy. He knew his shit and hopefully, he could give me a second opinion. But just as I put my hand in my pocket, I felt an old boney hand grab my shoulder and the shit hit the fan.
"Put em back son."
"Put what back?" To my absolute horror the old man that was holding on to my shirt, yelled up to his wife at the very front of the store.
"Marge, call the cops. I caught the Archer kid stealing condoms." Every head in the whole place turned toward me. Fuck the condoms, I needed some goddamn Depends, because I was 5 seconds away from pissing and shitting in my pants.
"You what? I didn't steal anything, you made a mistake." Whispering to try and reason with the old kook. You know what, the hell with it, I'm 18, I'm allowed to legally purchase condoms in this state, fuck it, I'll wait for the cops. This mess will be cleared up in no time. I was calm as could be.
"George, the cops are on the way and I called his mother, she's coming too."
"YOU FUCKING DID WHAT??? YOU CRAZY OLD CUNT." It just slipped out, but in the form of a scream and loud enough for every single person in the store to hear. I was done for, my parents would never understand this, no more football for me, I'd be living out my days in a monastery instead.
They sat me in the front of the store, on display, giving every shopper that passed by me, the ability to call me a "sinner" and tell their children to "look away". Marge or Ethel or whatever the old bitch that just ruined my life, had no problem whatsoever telling anyone new who came into the store, why I was seated there. "That's the Archer boy, the one that plays football. George caught the dirty little sinner stealing condoms. "
The local equivalent of Barney Fife showed up just seconds before my mother, they both were screaming questions at me at the same time, neither was very impressed when I just sat there quietly.
"Joseph, I swear to the lord, you will burn in hell for stealing the tools of the devil, just so you can fornicate with some dirty little harlot." I was counting down the days until I started college and could get the hell out of this town.
"Mom, calm down, I didn't take anything."
Barney piped in with the obligatory, "You watch your mouth boy." So, I felt the need to retort with, "or what, you gonna shoot me for putting my phone in my pocket?" This earned me a slap from my mother and the indignity of being frisked in front of the entire store. Of course, nothing was found, George insisted that the package was in my pocket, Barney confirmed that they weren't, but he read my texts, looked at the pictures and relayed to the store owners, my mother and anyone else that showed any interest, exactly what my intentions were for the upcoming Friday evening. So, in short, no condoms, a life time ban from the store, a stern warning from a cop and a religious zealot of a mother that was screaming that I needed to repent my sins. Maybe being a virgin was not so bad.
Friday couldn't come any faster for me, no pun intended. I was really looking forward to the game, nearly as much as I was looking forward to my date with a girl named after many porn stars. In the game, I was in control and knew what to do and I just kept doing it. I went 27 for 33, 261 passing yds, 3 touchdown passes and 67 yds rushing. We won in style. If only I could keep the winning momentum going into tonight.
Troy's folks, out did themselves, lots of great food and ice-cold beer. There were as many adult fans at the party as there were high school kids. Lots of back patting and hand shaking was going around. I was speaking with a scout from the University of Colorado Boulder, when I saw Jess giving me a wave, I excused myself, I rushed over.
"Hey Joe, I want you to meet my cousin Vanna. Vanna, this is Joe." Vanna, aka, porn star Savannah, was exactly what I had hoped for, blond hair, blue eyes, a pretty face, tits and with any luck, a pussy.