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.