Only Virgins Watch Anime

Two months until everyone goes their separate ways to college. This was the last time high school classmates would ever see each other for years, if ever. Valery and her classmates had just graduated a couple of weeks ago. It had become a tradition for the graduating senior class to go on a week-long vacation together. Best of all, everyone was 18 years or older, so there was no need for chaperons or any parental supervision. For most of them, it was their first taste of freedom.

The class rode to their beach resort in a chartered bus. Valery sat surrounded by her friends. Being blond, skinny, and pretty, she had a full social life and was regarded as the 'popular girl' in school. Or at least among those who mattered. The guys certainly liked her and her c-cup boobs. Although Valery was no floozy that gave it out to any guy that smiled at her. She had kept her virginity intact and her only sexual experience to date had been a couple of blow jobs she gave out to her previous boyfriends.

The trip went by fast for her as she had no lack of conversational topics to go over with her friends. Despite their upcoming excitement about college, they mostly talked about how they would spend their week at this all-inclusive resort. Beaches, pools, all-you-can-eat food. Maybe some last-minute flings with a hot guy or two. It was the perfect way to end their high school lives.

Upon their arrival, the lobby became chaotic as people tried to check in and get their room keys. People were paired up two to a room, with Valery rooming with her friend Sierra. She had been slow to get off the bus and had no desire to fight her way to the front, so she waited in the lobby for the front desk to clear up. However, she saw that Sierra had already gotten her key.

"Nice! Thanks for getting our keys so quick," she said, approaching her friend.

Sierra gave her a confused look. "What are you talking about? I'm sharing a room with London," she said gesturing to another of their friends.

Feeling panicky, Valery rushed over to the front desk and tried to get clarification on her lodging situation. Maybe she had gotten mixed up and would be booking with another of her friends. "Valery Mueller, checking in," she said, blatantly butting ahead of her less prestigious classmates.

Rolling her eyes at the audacity of Valery but accepting it nonetheless, the front desk attendee typed her information in. "We didn't get a specific roommate request from you so we paired you up with another student who had no one pair with them," she explained. That couldn't be right. Valery had told her friends to figure out who would want to share a room with her and make the arrangements. That way there would be no need for her to do any work herself. Additionally, she knew her friends would spend a lot of time arguing which of them got the privilege of bunking with her. But it seemed those morons had messed this up.

"Who am I assigned to," Valery asked.

"Braiden Hill," the hotel employee read off her screen. Valery's eyes showed a look of horror.

"Thanks for agreeing to share a room with me," Braiden himself said as he stood nearby. "I was worried I would end up in a room all by myself."

The guy was five feet and maybe two inches tall, making him shorter than Valery. Probably weighed less than her too considering how little muscle mass he had. They had been in the same fitness class previously and she had seen him struggle to lift weight-less barbells.

Valery turned back to the front desk attendee. "I am not going to spend one second alone in a room with this Naurto-loving loser, let alone sleep in the same room. Look at me. I'm the hottest girl in the school and I'm ashamed this freak had the audacity to speak to me at all. I don't care what you have to do, get me another roommate. I'll take a room all to myself if need be," she said with fiery eyes.

As the hotel employee typed on her computer, Valery grew angrier. Braiden had no friends in the class. Even the nerdy guys tended to avoid him and he had learned to keep to himself. Why would he even come on this trip? Back when they were still in school, a guy could have accidentally shown up at school naked, revealing to everyone he had a two-inch dick then admitted he had a crush on our eighty-two-year-old lunch lady and peed himself before getting an obvious boner while he cried giving a speech in front of the whole school regarding why he still sleeps with his Rainbow Bright plushies. Even after all of that, he still would easily say, "At least I'm not Braiden Hill."

"We have no rooms available. You'll have to get someone to agree to switch rooms with you," the front desk attendee informed her.

Valery gave out an angry grunt and stormed off. She proceeded to try and convince, threaten, bribe, and even seduce as many people as she could find to switch rooms with her. None would budge. She had even been willing to share a room with Greg, who was insisting on playing 'Dear Evan Hansen' in the room non-stop for the whole trip. But he refused.

Valery went back to the front desk and tried to pull the 'Do you know who my father is' act. After a nearby student point out, "Isn't your dad an assistant manager at a Budget car rental," she knew she was fucked. She took the key and put on another act of pure hatred for the world. But slowly she walked to her hotel room.

Entering the room, she found Braiden lying on one half of the bed, looking at something on his phone. He glanced up and opened his mouth to say something to her, but she beat him to the punch. "Somehow I know this is your fault you jackass. You probably think this arrangement will result in you getting to see me naked or even getting a blow job. Well, let me tell you right here and now. Nothing of the sort will ever be happening. Now get out of the bed. You're sleeping on the floor," she said combatively.

Braiden sat his phone down gently. "I'm sorry Valery. But I'm not going to do that. We can share the bed. I promise I will behave," he replied calmly. Valery's eyes darted around the room. There were no other options other than the bed and the floor. Why did the room have to have a single queen-sized bed and not two separate ones?

"You tell no one about us sharing the bed and the second I feel you try and cop a feel, I'll put my fist into your face," she threatened. He nodded in reply and went back to his phone.

Valery was rather exhausted after being so frantic in the lobby so she resigned to joining him on the bed. Albeit at the very edge of her side of it. She got her own phone out and cursed as she found her battery had run out. Dinner wouldn't be for another two hours. Grabbing the remote she thought to find something on the TV to occupy her mind.

"The TV is broken. It's only getting one channel. I called the front desk and they said there's nothing they can do about it for now," Braiden informed her.

"Whatever. I'd rather be stuck watching one channel rather than actually interact with you," she shot back.

"I don't think you'll like it...," 'he replied but she had stopped listening.

The sounds of a woman moaning filled the room as an image of a guy absolutely going to town on a pussy with his cock came onto the TV. The show kept switching to shots of extreme close-ups of the cock ramming into soaked pussy, her sweaty tits bouncing, and her jigging ass. "Fill me up with your hot, messy cum," the porn actress kept repeating.

The stamina of both of them was amazing and they showed no signs of slowing down. Valery then realized she had been watching this scene for almost a minute with her mouth agape. "This is disgusting, turn it off you pervert," she yelled at Braiden.

"You're holding the remote," he replied.

Realizing this, Valery stumbled in her reply. "I... I know... fuck you!" She was so embarrassed by this that she fumbled with the remote, struggling to turn it off. "Why would a hotel have such filth on the TV," she yelled out as she continued to try and turn it off.

"I think that's why this hotel was chosen for the trip," Briaden said pointing to the text at the bottom of the screen. 'Hardcore porn is provided complimentary by the resort as a thank you to all of our guests,' it read. Valery then remembered the perverted guys (and one girl) on the committee that planned this trip. Finally, she found the power button and the room was porn free once again. With a frustrated grunt, she sat back on the bed and crossed her arms. She had nothing to do.

Over the next few minutes, Valery eye's looked over the room, trying to find something to distract her mind. Her eyes kept wandering to the screen of Briaden's phone. He was watching some kind of animation. She extended her neck to try and get a better view and then realized what he was watching.

"Is that K-On!" She blurted out without first considering what she was saying. She covered her mouth in embarrassment. K-On is an anime about Japanese high school girls who form a band together. Valery adores the show and re-watches it at least once a year while frequently listening to their music. But all of this she does secretly as her friends commonly make fun of anime and the nerds that enjoy it. Valery is the loudest of them when it comes to teasing her fellow students.

"It... is," Braiden said cautiously. "I haven't seen it before. But it seems you have."

"What? Of course not moron. I just... remember seeing it somewhere briefly. That's all," she replied turning her head away as she feigned dis-interest. Shrugging, he went back to watching it.

As her boredom reemerged, Valery informed him, "If you wanted to listen to it without your headphones, I would allow it." Taking the hint, Braiden did just that. Over the next ten minutes, he slowly moved himself so that she could get a clear view of the screen. Before long, they were both watching and singing along with the show as Valery completely forgot where she was.

A knock at the door jolted her back to reality. Rushing over to it, she found an impatient London waiting. "Dinner started ten minutes ago. What the hell are you doing in here," she asked annoyed.

Thinking for a second, Valery pointed back at Braiden who was getting ready to head out to dinner as well. "I was laughing at this pathetic loser's attempts to get with me," she said.

London laughed out of that and leaned around Valery to address him directly. "Oh my god. You really tried to talk her into sex?" Valery looked nervously back at him and expected him to deny it and reveal what they were actually doing.

But Braiden surprised her. "Hell yeah, I did. I wanted to get deep in that pussy and show her what a real man feels like. But she denied me like a fool. Her loss," he said taking on a persona that was unlike anything the guy had shown before.

London further made fun of the guy for his unfounded confidence. As they walked to dinner, with Braiden trailing far back, Valery was confused as to why he went along with the lie. She deserved to get called out by him for her bitchy behavior and lies, but he resisted and covered for her. Sitting down to eat with the rest of their friends, London relayed the tale which spread around to the whole class. Braiden ended up enduring numerous people confronting him about he was an idiot for thinking any girl would ever let them get with him. He simply took the teasing and ate his meal alone while on his phone.

"Thinking about what it would be like to have that stud-muffin fill up your pussy with his cum," Sierra commented to Valery after noticing her looking in his direction.

"What? Oh my god, no! What the fuck is wrong with you," she shot back.

"What really happened in that room that made you late? Got a small taste of what he had to offer and now you are fantasizing about the whole thing? You're such a slut, Valery. You really will fuck anyone that gives you the time of day, won't you," Sierra said continuing her teasing.

"Everyone knows I'm a virgin. The only one here I might add. And you are not one to talk Sierra. You got caught last year blowing one of the janitors. A married one at that," Valery countered hitting a sensitive spot for her friend.

The anger built up quickly in Sierra as she shot back. "Ted is hot and his wife doesn't appreciate his artistic brilliance like I do."

"He spray paints pictures of nearly nude women riding dinosaurs on the sides of vans. I don't think that counts as artistic brilliance," Jace, one of the guys in the group, countered.

The conversation centered around this argument and got off the topic of Valery's secret lust for Braiden which wasn't a thing, she thought. What she had reminded her friend about was true. Valery was a virgin. She had a few boyfriends which she had gone as far as giving oral sex to and showing off a bit of boob, but that's it. Her unwillingness to give up her v-card had gotten her teased and accusations of prudishness, but she didn't care. Her boyfriends had been attractive but quickly revealed their many flaws. Her last one had insisted his body only needed meat to survive. She broke up with him after scurvy put him in the hospital which he claimed was 'big vegetable' corporations paying his doctors to give him fake conditions to force him to eat a carrot.

Still, while her friends relented in their teasing her for hypothetically getting sexual with her new bunkmate, Valery's friends continued to make fun of Braiden. Valery joined in on the insults and remembered her disliking of the young man, despite the realization of some common interest earlier. By the time dinner was over, she was as annoyed as ever that she had to sleep in the same room as him. She stayed out as long as possible with her friends to delay going back to the room. Even when it was just her and two of the guys left, she continued to stay. She was apparently more willing to watch two guys play a game that involved nothing more than trying to hit each other in the balls with a tennis ball than head back. But finally the two guys themselves, after declaring they needed to put ice on their genitals for a while, retreated to their rooms for the night. Valery had no choice but to head back to the room.

Entering, she found Braiden still awake despite the late hour. "I just finished K-On. It was really good. If you want, I can restart it where we left off," he offered. Valery wasn't going to let her secret interest trick her into bonding with this guy again. Her friends were right to tease her for hanging out with this loser more than she needed to.

"You just want me to get close to you again so you can try and look down my shirt or do something even more perverted," she said, annoyed.

Braiden looked disappointed and put the phone down. "I only said those things to London to help cover your lie. You don't actually think I meant it do you?"

She chose to ignore that comment. "I'm wearing multiple layers of clothes tonight to sleep in. If I feel you even shifting slightly towards me I'll punch you in the dick. I just watched two guys spend an hour injuring each other's ball so I know where to hit to hurt it the most."

Braiden shook his head and settled under the covers. "I'm not trying to get with you, so just relax," he countered.

"Bullshit. Every guy in the class is trying to get with me. A loser like you most of all." But he didn't say anything in reply and fell silent. Valery stared at his back and tried to think of several more witty insults to hurl at him. Maybe something about how his hair looks like Fred Flintstone was going through a goth phase? But she kept that to herself. Besides, his hair was kind of cool.

Sleep found her fast and she had a night filled with a vivid dream. She was a famous pop star on tour. Unfortunately, the hotel had a mix-up and she had to share a bed with her most annoying fan. However, he proved to be not what she thought and was able to act like her real self around him. Her body began reacting to his words and looks in odd ways, making her feel warm and jittery. Especially in her chest and... other places. Just as she was about to act on these feelings something hit her in the balls (which she apparently had in this dream) and jolted her awake.

Why was her pillow so firm and large, she thought as her blurry eyes adjusted to being awake. It smelled nice as well. And it's hairy on the top? Her mind quickly remembered she was in a hotel room sharing a bed with a nerdy nobody and she prepared herself to give him a beating for daring to snuggle up against her like this. But he was in the exact same position he had been when he fell asleep. Back turned to her side and resting on his side and the very edge of the bed. It was Valery herself who, throughout the night, snuggled up against him and was basically spooning her classmate. Her arms were wrapped around him and the front side of her body was nestled tightly against his back.

It was only when she realized how, excited, her body was that she rolled over away from him, all the way off her side of the bed and onto the floor. "Fucking bitch shit balls!" She yelled feeling the pain of the collision throughout her body.

"Are you okay?" Braiden asked. Shit! Had he already been awake and realized what she had been positioned?

"I'm fine. I was sleeping so close to the edge of my side in order to stay as far away from you as possible," she lied.

"I don't mind you sleeping next to me like that you know. I won't tell anyone," he said, revealing he had been awake.

Valery's face went red as she struggled to reply to this. "I wasn't! I mean I was but... my side of the bed was wet. Not because of anything weird! I spilled water. Yeah... I didn't pee myself or have other liquids come out of me I promise... just shut up," she said, constantly stumbling over her words.

Braiden followed her wishes and silently went about getting up and brushing his teeth. As he did this, Valery sat in bed trying, and failing, to figure out how this was somehow his fault. As he returned from the bathroom, she stood on the bed and addressed him again. "You need to get it into your thick skull that you and I will not be hooking up in any form during this trip or ever," she said despite him continuing to make no indication he was trying to make that happen.

She did notice his eyes struggling to keep eye contact with her as they kept darting downwards towards her body. Finally, Valery thought, she had caught him being the pervert she knew he was. "You can't keep your eyes off of my body for two seconds while I talk with you? Are you that much of a sexual deviant," she said to him.

He put his head down in shame. "I'm so sorry. It's just your outfit is rather revealing. But you should be able to wear what you want and not be subjected to my male gaze though. You're right," he said sorrowfully.

"My revealing outfit?" Valery looked down and saw she was now wearing only a thin tank top and panties.

"Fuck! What the hell happened to my multiple layers of pajamas?"

Still looking down, Braiden pointed to a pile of clothes off to the side. "I'm guessing you got hot in the night and removed some layers," he added.

Valery dashed into the bathroom and closed the door. To her horror the tank top was more than just thin, it was sheer. Her nipples were fairly visible and had now been seen by the last guy in the world she would want to see her. Her panties were hardly any better. She had just let the king of the losers see more of her body than all but her two previous boyfriends had seen. She wrapped herself in three towels and went back out to grab clothes. First, though, she needed to address the pervert in the room.

"You didn't see anything. Even if you think you did, which you didn't. Any memories of seeing me wearing anything but an excessive amount of clothes was nothing but a wet dream you had. Understood?" She harshly said to the guy.