Room 812. August 2008.
Lotte, the Innocent Virgin.
Lotte loved her Saturday night ritual. She would go out with three other girls clubbing every Saturday night. Clubbing meant being dressed to kill, going together drinking, dancing, flirting with guys. At just nineteen all four women faced a similar track. It was a thrill going out. The boys flirted, and looked for opportunities with available ladies.
When dating the challenge was always there as soon as puberty had happened. The boys would push, play, looking for pussy to fuck. The girls knew the risks and not giving in was always the battle. Of the four friends two had lost it becoming sexually active and two were still kinda innocent to the point they hadn't gone all the way. At least not yet.
Lotte had gone through her share of boyfriends, but none had successfully gotten into her pants. She had kissed, several boys had squeezed her tits. She even let her last boyfriend stroke her pantied pussy while she stroked his bare cock in his car. The challenge was that since sixteen her dates were progressively getting closer and closer to her giving in. She knew in the back of her mind that sex was baby making and three of her classmates had gotten pregnant. That was the risk. The closer she got the more exciting the chase became, but Lotte knew 'cock in cunt' could have some spectacularly disastrous results. A pregnant teenager meant life would be derailed, reputation gone, education interrupted, innocence gone, partying gone, body stretched to bits, change in life and career. The problem was holding back, not getting seduced. Lotte had seriously considered getting on the pill, she had considered carrying condoms but both meant admitting weakness and becoming just another slut.
This Saturday was different from normal. Together with her friends the talking, the drinking, the flirting was in swing as always. The difference, early Sunday Lotte and Pamula would head out on a short holiday trip to Spain. They had booked it months before hand. But tonight was tonight, out with friends. Lotte was all excited with the prospect of getting away. Nothing else was on her mind that evening. In the club her on and off acquaintance Richard said his hello's. Lotte liked him, all the girls did, they were fighting over him constantly.
Rumor had it that Richard kept a notch belt in his room, one notch for every girl he had done it with. Rumor was also that once he fucked a girl, he was no longer interested in her.
Discussing her trip, Lotte told him she was heading to Spain in less than 24 hours. Her and Pamula would take the early train to the city at 2am. Sleep til eight at the airport hotel then catch an 1130 flight in the morning.
Richard asked her, "Where's your bags girl?"
"At Pamula's already. I gotta meet her at her house at 1230. Will grab a taxi out front at like 12ish."
"Ok Lotte. It's 10 now. I could give you a lift, save you some cash." He offered.
"Wow. That would be easy." Lotte answered.
"I do need to pick up my hockey bag at the rink on the way though." He suggested.
"Alright. When should we go?" Lotte asked.
"Finish your drink. I'll be back here in twenty gotta discuss some business with Al first and gotta get the bag before they lock the doors at eleven." He mentioned.
"OK. Swing by when you're ready." Lotte answered happily.
