As you might recall, I confessed my fascination for cum last time. I truly love the feel, smell and taste of it. My name is Vanessa and I... well you get the picture.
From that first experience with that salty, sticky man-juice on my tongue I was addicted. Colin had me ready for more and we dated for a few months before he made that ultimate mistake. Colin just had to tell his friends about his girlfriend, the cum eater. I was horrified when my newest gal pal Hillary told me how much I just love sperm!
Of course she thought of helping me out of a bad situation. She was, but I did not like it at the time. I have to look her up and apologize for those rumors I started. Anyway, I discovered that Colin was sharing my cum fixation with all his friends. This explained why so many of them kept asking me out knowing I was dating their friend. At first I was upset, with Hillary. Then after confronting Colin I had to accept the truth, I was now the high school senior cum slut.
Well, had to make the best of it. I quickly dumped Colin, the bastard. I even told people about the size of his dick, extra small. It felt great! I was rid of a jerk and had guys lined up to take me out, anywhere.
A few weeks later, a suitable mourning period for me, I accepted a date with Kevin. He was taller and a senior just like me. He had dark close-cropped hair, broad shoulder and made the honor roll every semester since 9th grade. I was pretty sure he was a virgin because of the way Colin had talked about him, you know the groups nerd. This would be my perfect revenge against Colin.
Kevin showed up ay my house Saturday night. Wearing a coat and tie! How adorable! I was ready but wanted to make sure my makeup was perfect so he waited for another 15 minutes before I made my entrance. His look was worth all my work. I wore a pale pink blouse and dark blue crinkle skirt. It was long enough for my dad to be happy. That I was not wearing any panties, well, what he did not know would not hurt me. Kevin's jaw did not drop, this is not a cartoon after all, but his mouth did open ever so slightly. When I looked into his eyes I knew it, just knew he was a virgin. Since technically, I was to, I thought it would be a good night.
He took me to a movie; I do not remember which one. He bought some popcorn and cola, two drinks this time. We found our seats. This theatre has three sections with one section on left having only 3 seats per row. We sat on the left side with me on the inside. Of course I had memories of a similar situation. My excitement grew and I swear, I could smell my own arousal.
Kevin was so kind and nervous. The lights dimmed and those too loud previews started. I cringed at the noise. Kevin noticed and wrapped his arm around me. It felt so right. Eventually the previews ended and the movie started. With Kevin's arm around me and the theatre's cool air blowing right onto me I fell into a warm trance. To this day I cannot recall the movie. I do remember exactly the important details. How he made me feel. Safe, secure and, well, he put on just a bit too much cologne. I simply loved it!
When the show ended I did not want leave, I was content being held by Kevin. I closed my eyes and snuggled into his body, not wanting the feeling to end. Why is it movie credits are not longer?!? He moved his arm and I knew the moment had ended. We stood up together, stretched, and he moved so I could step into the aisle. I looked down and actually felt my disappointment, a physical thing. I stepped into the aisle, looking up at him said, "Thanks for the movie. It was good."
Then, the moment returned, even better then before because he said, "I'm glad you think so. I could not pay attention to the movie with such a beautiful girl sitting next to me."
He might be virgin, but it must be his own choice!
