Riley had been on her own for a long time. Both her arms had full sleeves of tattoos. She'd been bouncing around from friend's places and homeless shelters. She was 18 and still a virgin. But that would end tonight.
She stood about 5'3" and was barely over 100 pounds. Her hair was short and very tomboyish, her natural black with a few streaks of blonde mixed in. She often wore similar clothes. Tonight she was wearing a pair of Capri pants, black skimmer shoes, and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. Over this ensemble was a small pea coat. It covered most of her top. He legs were still visible; she just shaved them earlier and made her a bit colder in the cool spring night. A small cut was noticeable on her shin.
She'd been waiting outside of the small convenient store waiting for the man who was to take her virginity. She could care less about how he looked or how old he was or a myriad of other factors that she didn't mind.
She'd been getting strange looks from clerks in the store. She hadn't been there for long. She hadn't been asked to leave or anything like that, but she was for sure they'd ask soon. Then suddenly he pulled up. A new model sports car pulled up with tinted windows pulled up. The window was rolled down slowly. A thirty something aged white man stuck his head out.
"Riley," he asked.
"Yeah," she said quietly.
"Ready," he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Get in," he said.
"Yeah," she complied.
She walked around the front of the car to the passenger side. He opened the door for her and she slid into the warm car. Techno music blasted from the stereo. She put the seatbelt and placed her hands between her legs.
"How old are you," he asked as he put the car into gear.
"Eighteen," she replied as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"My son is eighteen," he replied.
"Oh," she smirked, "how old are you?"
"Thirty-seven," he replied.
"So you were my age when you had him," she smiled.
"Well I didn't have him," he replied, "my wife did."
"So where are we going," she asked.
"My place," he replied.
"Is your wife home," she asked.
"Yes," he smiled.
"What," Riley asked in strange tone.
"I won't be fucking you," he laughed.
"Then who," she asked.
"My son," he smiled.
"Huh," she said in a surprised tone, "why?"
"Long story," he started.
"I have time," she replied.
"I caught some guy fucking him," he said in a monotone voice.
"You've gotta be kidding me," she laughed.
"No," he replied, "I can't live with my son being a faggot."
"Interesting," she said.
"He needs this," he replied, "he needs to be a man."
"What's his name," Riley asked.
"Joel," he replied.
"Cool," she smiled.
"But there is one thing though," he smiled.
"What," she asked.
"I need to inspect the merchandise," he said in a serious tone.
"What," she asked.
"When we get to my place," he started, "I'll explain everything."
"Oh," she replied.
The rest of the car ride was rather awkward. They didn't exchange many words. Mostly even lamer small talk.
They pulled up to a small one-story house in a suburban area. He opened the garage door and parked. The door shut behind them. He got out of the car and opened her door for her.
"Thank you," she told him.
"You're welcome," he replied.
He led her up a small set of stairs into the house. They made it to the small living room, the man sat down and his wife made it into the living room.
"Oh hello," she said as she took a seat on one of the couches.
"Hi," Riley replied as she began to sit on the couch.
"Don't sit down," the husband told her.
"Okay," she replied.
"Stand by the fireplace," the husband demanded, "We have to look at what we're working with."
"Oh," Riley said nervously.
"Strip," the wife demanded.
"Okay," replied as she began to take off her coat.
She placed the coat on the ground. The husband quickly got off the couch and collected it.
"Allow me," the wife said as she walked up to Riley.
She walked up to Riley and removed the remaining clothes. She took her pants off her first and for some reason kept her shoes on. She felt her smooth legs. She kissed them a few times. She was amazed that Riley wasn't wearing underwear. He pussy had also been shaved. Only a small swatch of pubic hair remained. She then slid her top off. She felt Riley's delicate and skinny arms, as she lifted the shirt off of her. Riley stood there only in a bra. She slid a hand into the bra to feel and pinch her nipple. She smiled as she slowly unhooked the bra. She gave Riley a slight kiss as she worked the bra off. She let it drop to the floor. Both her nipples were pierced, golden hoops on either breast. The wife quickly sucked on one of them. The wife collected and handed the husband Riley's clothes. He promptly went into another room.
