It wasn't that Tracy had intended to still be a virgin at 25. She certainly wasn't keeping it until she met the love of her life, nor was she religious. Her hesitation was because of all of the horror stories she had heard from friends since her mid teens. She had decided to wait until she met a man whom she could trust to do the job properly.
She had plenty of dates, as she was an attractive girl with dimpled cheeks and a firm 34c bust, the cleavage of which she was happy to display. She also possessed a long and shapely pair of legs.
Her dates rarely complained about her virginity, she went home with a mouth tasting salty or with hands desperately needing to be washed often enough to ensure that her dates were content.
Her innocence didn't worry her until she began sharing a flat with three other girls around her own age None of the three; Rachel, Sally and Jane had a regular boyfriend but nevertheless they did have fulfilling sex lives.
Tracey often saw the parade of guys collecting her friends and, later, lying alone in her bed she would hear the front door open and the whispered giggling as each flatmate led her conquest to her own bedroom.
It was listening to the feral sounds of lovemaking through the thin walls that decided her that the time had come to destroy her hymen once and for all.
In the morning the guys were often still around, they didn't realise that the ruthlessness of the girls meant that they would never be back again.
On one occasion Rachel's partner from the previous night made a blatant play for Sally over a morning coffee. She suddenly remembered that she had a broken shelf in her bedroom, which needed a strong man to fix, she led him into the bedroom by the hand.
From the gasping and panting which filled the air for the next hour or so it must have been a particularly heavy shelf. Rachel was quite untroubled, he had been a toy which, played with once, was now discarded.
Tracey became more and more aware that the loss of her virginity was becoming a matter of urgency. However she still wanted it done properly so that she could look back and recall the event with pleasure.
After weeks of thought she called a flat meeting.
They met on a Wednesday evening, the only day that they could all get out of dates. Tracey poured them each a wine.
"I've decided to give up being a virgin" She paused to let the cheers subside. "But, I need your help"
Questioning looks gathered over their faces, she put her hand up to prevent the flow of questions.
"I'm placing an advert, it's when the replies come that I will need your help" She read the advert to them:
"Young lady, 25, has decided to make the ultimate gift to the most charming and persuasive man to reply to this advert. Please send a recent photo, a full description of yourself and the reason I should choose you"
It closed with a box number.
"When the replies come this is what I want you to do .........."
A week or so later......
Even Tracey had not expected quite so many replies, over 500 piled in. The four girls read each one dismissing them on the grounds of looks, age, attitude and whereabouts.
They were finally left with 9 with whom they all agreed that Tracey might have something in common.
Tracey wrote to all nine inviting each to report to the flat at 7pm the following Wednesday.
Between 6.40 and 7.10 they arrived. Jane dressed simply in Jeans and jumper with no make up and hair brushed back in a pony tail let each in and introduced them to Sally and Rachel who were similarly dressed.
The girls poured the guys drinks and made small talk while waiting for Tracey.
At 7.20 Tracey opened her bedroom door and stepped into the living room.
In contrast to the other girls her hair was piled high on her head, her make up was flawless. She wore a white front buttoning dress which showed her cleavage and, as she walked, a flash of thigh. Her legs were encased in sheer brown nylon and her feet in 5" high heels. An aroma of exotic perfume lingered in the air around her.
She introduced herself to each of the guys and shook their hands.
Finally she took a seat facing them all and crossed her legs giving an enticing though brief view of the joys beyond her hemline. "Thanks for coming guys, I'm Tracey and I lodged the advert"
"As you may have guessed I am still a virgin but have decided that I will no longer be so at the end of this month. However to take my virginity I want a guy who exudes charm and sexual finesse to initiate me. I want it to be memorable. One of you will be that guy"
"My friends here are more experienced than me so I have asked them to decide which one of you will be the one most suited to deflowering me"
"The date for my loss of virginity will be the 31st of this month. Between now and then I want each of you to have a date with each of my friends. They will assess your most seductive wiles, your charm, your attentiveness and sense of flattery and will make their recommendation to me"
She stood. "Because I am the ultimate goal it would only be fair to whet your appetite a little and give you a glimpse of what one of you will be fully enjoying in a few weeks time". She began unbuttoning her dress, finally shrugging it off her shoulders revealing a white platform bra, a wispy white thong with tie sides and hold up stockings.
"My breasts are firm". She reached behind and unclipped her bra "One of you will have the opportunity to see my nipples stiffen beneath your touch."
"She tugged free the knots on her thong. "My bush is neatly trimmed and conceals my vulva, which has never yet experienced penile penetration. The lucky one here will need to ensure that your words, kisses and caresses will lubricate me sufficiently to permit smooth entrance"
"I'll leave you to sort out your dates with my friends". Naked she walked back to her room leaving the guys open-mouthed.
In her room she shook with excitement, never before had she been totally naked with one guy let alone nine. Oh she had been topless a few times and even allowed guys to remove her panties beneath her skirt in order to touch her, but never had she revealed everything at once to any guy.
Back in the living room the girls were planning their next nine dates leaving a full evening between each one.
This meant that the final set of dates would be just two days before the date set by Tracey for her defloration. Time for them all to determine who would be invited to take her out on what they had dubbed Hymen Day.
The following day was the day of the first dates. Tracey had insisted that all the girls wore skirt and front buttoning blouses and rear catch bras. She wanted to be sure that on the big day there would be no awkward fumbling going on, it was her way of training the guys.
The cream short skirt and matching blouse she would wear on hymen day hung unworn in her wardrobe still in protective wrappers as was the lingerie she had chosen.
Tracey had decided that on each date day the guys would all see her, even if only briefly so, wearing a short silk dressing gown she opened the door to each of the three guys; Pete, Rod and Steve who turned up to collect their dates.
In the handbag of each girl was a small score card which they would, discreetly score points in various categories. The items included: colour of eyes, pleasant after shave?, standards of courtesy, venue chosen for date, when he first kissed, when (and where), the first touch took place, was this too early too late or just about right, was he gentle? Body description, his kinks, his fantasies, his size and girth, staying power, a long laster? And finally in what way could he have impressed more.
Each of the girls was to keep the scores to herself until the end of the audition period so as not to allow any of the others to prejudge a guy before her date with him.
From about 11.30pm the three couples began returning. Lying in her bed Tracey could hear the whispers, the moans, the sighs and the screams. She knew that there was a 33% chance that one of the guys , at that moment between the thighs of one of her friends would soon be between hers.
As she listened to the sounds of primeval pleasure coming at her from all angles Tracey turned so that she was lying on her stomach, she inched her right hand down beneath herself gently playing with her outer lips. Her left hand she placed on the back of her thighs just below her buttocks, she could feel the moist heat of her pussy and slipped her right index finger a little way inside her, using her left index and middle fingers to open herself up.
She slowly thrust the finger deeper inside and wriggled her little finger so that it was toying with her clitoris button. This had long been her favourite position for masturbation.
She controlled the speed of her pleasure, listening to the sounds around her imagining one of the guys thrusting his stiff tool into her yielding flesh.
She wished she had made the short list shorter, she wouldn't have so long to wait. She could hear Rachel over the other sounds "Oh yes, yes yes. Tracey's a lucky bitch getting this for her first ohhh fuuckkkk"
Her final cuss seemed to act as a trigger to those in adjacent rooms and the air was filled with screams and final guttural grunts . Tracey's own scream was lost in the shrieks.
As she subsided she thought, ' So Rachel has already decided for me', she made a mental note to check the guy Pete out when he collected Sally in six days time.
As the sounds eased off Tracey drifted off to sleep. Next morning she tried to judge which of her friends seemed most content. They refused to answer her probing questions, they had agreed that there would be no comparisons of the guys until all of the girls had taken their chance to judge them.
That day was Friday with no dates, instead all four girls went for a pizza then a nightclub. Sally and Rachel found a couple of guys with whom they disappeared while Jane and Traceyl were left chatting to two other guys.
As the evening progressed Tracey allowed hers to fumble inside her bra in a dark corner while their tongues explored each others mouths but she was glad that he wasn't a candidate, too clumsy with a bit of a pot belly. Not ideal for her first time.
