January 17, 1994
One way or the other, it had to end, this enduring torture of the flesh. It seemed as if she had spent the greater part of the last eight years trying to lose her virginity. (Okay, she had, but that's the whole point of these stories, eh?) For the last two weeks sheβd gone to every singles bar, sex club, and strip joint she could find and still could not find a willing accomplice to help her with her 'problem'. Every last man she'd approached had either been taken, gay, or wanted no part of deflowering her. Why, just last night she'd met this really cute guy, Dane, but he'd literally run in the other direction when she'd propositioned him. It was like the word "VIRGIN" was tattooed on her forehead or something.
But she had a plan now. All she needed now......was a nerd. A dyed-in-the-wool nerd. The kind that was desperate to get laid. A Virgin even. She figured it would be uncomfortable the first time since the guy probably wouldn't know what he was doing, but well worth it in the long run. And the best place to find a nerd was at the university. So, here she was, strolling through Harvard University on a brisk, April afternoon. She was wearing a green wool mini-skirt, just barely covering her tight ass, with white stockings, a white sweater which revealed a lot of cleavage, knee-high black leather boots, a small leather jacket, and sucking on a cherry lollipop.
She approached a group of studious (nerdy) looking men on the steps of the campus library. Zeroing in on the best looking one, a tall lanky guy with brown hair but wearing those hideous glasses that nerds always wore, she walked straight up to him and said 'Hello, sexy'. Reaching up with one hand she pulled his head down towards her and proceeded to kiss him. At least, she tried to kiss him. But he went first stiff with shock, (his body, not his dick), then shoved her away.
"Uh, Miss, do I know you?" he asked in a wobbly voice.
Savannah replied, "No, but you will" and winked. "Why don't I buy you a coffee and discuss whatever it is you'd like to talk about?" She tried to make her voice as soft and sultry as she possibly could, and licked her lips.
"Uh, sure, sure..That would be.....uh, great". Grabbing his arm she hustled him through campus to a little coffee shop. Sitting across from him, she smiled again, and started to rub his hand over and over with her own.
"I love brainy men", she cooed. "I get all, hmmm, hot and bothered listening to intelligent men......hot and wet."
"Ahem, well....that's great......uh really, but, to be honest, I only carry a C average." Groaning inwardly to herself, Savannah pressed on.
"Well, that's okay, I just think you're soooooo cute, and , forgive me for being so forward, but......I would really like to just fuck your brains out." And she smiled again.
"Oh."
A dreadful silence ensued. Glancing at her watch Savannah tried once again. "So, tell me, what's your name?"
"Uhm, my name is Brent. Uh, what's yours?" he asked, ogling her cleavage.
"Savannah" she replied. "So what do you say.........would you like to fuck me?"
"Yeah" he croaked. "Yeah that sounds good." More silence. "Well, uh, where do you want to, uh, that is to say, do you have a place where we can.....do it?"
Savannah groaned again inwardly and just smiled.
β¦β¦β¦Back at her apartment.
Filled with delicious anticipation, Savannah led Brent to her bedroom. She had prepared ahead of time, hoping for the best. The room was dimly lit, soft music from her favorite jazz station played on her radio, the bed covers beautifully rumpled. Just perfect! She turned to Brent, who was hesitating at the bedroom door, and smiled sweetly to him. "Come on, baby," she whispered, and held out her hand in invitation.