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We decided to create the "club" when we were freshman in college. You really can't call it a club; we don't have meetings or anything, no special handshake, or even a place where we really meet. Anyway, we call ourselves The Virginators. Yeah, it's corny sounding, but that's what we are. No, we don't kill virgins, we just help the poor girls to loose their virginity.
We'd gotten the idea after a party that we'd met up at. At the end of the night after most of the people had left, we came upon two girls, one blond and one a redhead having sex with a guy in the pool. A dozen or so people were watching from the sides of the pool, including us. We later heard that it was the blonde's first time. We had figured that much because she kept moaning and seemed a little unsure of her movements in the water.
We started with Brittany McDaniel's. She was in my economics class in our community college and was new in town. I quickly went to Carl and the others after my first class with her. I pointed her out to them during a break and they all agreed that we needed to find out if she was a virgin. It didn't take much investigating, she told a guy a few weeks later on a date to keep his hands off her, she was still a virgin and wanted to wait.
After that, we all knew that it was going to be hard for her in school. Once all the guys in our class heard she was a virgin, they all tried to get study dates with her to get warmed up to her to break through her moral barriers.
Carl and I discussed who'd be our first to "deflower," I said Brittany, and Carl's eyes lit up. I decided that I should be the one to approach her. It was a week before spring break and she was sitting in the quad outside the school store. "Hey, Brittany..." I said sitting next to her on the bench she was at looking over her notes. "What you doing this week?"
"Well," she started, putting down her cup. "I plan to get some much needed R&R after this next final I have to take." She held up her class book, extreme physics.
"Wow," I whistled. "I bet that will be a hard test, huh?"
"I've heard from other's that have taken his class that it is." She smiled at me and rested her elbow on the table in front of us. She put her hand in her face and kept eye contact with me. "Why? What are you doing this week? Going to some crazy party where all the girls show their breasts?"
"Nah..." I shrugged. "I'm probably going to a friend's party at Wilson's College Campus." I waited for her to take another sip of her coffee and then continued, "It'll be on Friday, at about 8. You want to go, I'll be able to drive ya."
She sighed, looked at her notes and then smiled. "I don't know...I probably won't know anyone--"
"You'll know me...and Carl Mathews. Come on, Brittany....it'll be fun, trust me."
She nodded and then scribbled her phone number on an edge of her paper and ripped it off, handing it to me. "Call me on Friday and if I'm up to it....."
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"She's going? Are you sure?" Carl asked, turning the wheel and heading down the street.
"Yeah, I called an hour ago, she said she wanted to go ahead and go." I smiled at him and we exchanged glances, "This will be fun to see what happens, huh?"
We'd discussed our plans the day I went to ask her to the party. We already had it set up with Brandon, he was totally into it. He'd even planned who'd start it off, a new guy in his frat house.
We picked Brittany up at her dorm, she was looking so hot, I almost wanted to call off the whole thing and keep her to myself. She was dressed up, in a white skirt with dark red flowers on it. She had on a sweater tank top with wide straps and a pair of white sneakers. She looked so good, her legs tanned with probably that drug store self tanner cream....her legs glowed and I imagined what she looked like naked when I helped her into the back seat of the car.
When we got to the party, it wasn't out of control but was overflowing with people. Brandon was a good host, introducing himself to Brittany right away. She was a little shy with all the people but loosened up when I got her a drink. She wasn't for sure what to get, "I've never really had anything but champagne...like at New Year's Eve parties, ya know?" she said loudly so I'd hear her over the music.
"How about a vodka orange juice with some cranberry juice? It'll give you all the vitamin C you need for the day." I smiled at her, I didn't want her to feel like I was trying to get her drunk.
I got her the drink, making it a triple. It was put into a big glass so she wouldn't be able to taste the powerful alcohol. She sipped it down slowly at first, but after a few minutes, she was almost half done.
Carl and I took turns dancing with her, getting her introduced to other guy's we knew from the frat. She was slowly opening up to the crowd of people, and before we knew it, she'd finished her drink and was sitting at a coffee table with Brandon and some of his frat buddies.
Brandon worked his magic with the girl, getting her to try a drinking game. She laughed along with them when the only other girl at the table missed her throw with the quarter and had to take two shots. The girl was soon falling over drunk and Brittany laughed along with the guys as she was pulled out of the room and put in one of the bedrooms.
Brittany had her turn soon after and missed, she shrugged her shoulders and took the shots, making a cute squished up face when swallowing. She said the stuff burned and asked for a chaser, I handed her drink and she guzzled it down.
We could tell she was getting pretty tipsy and asked if she'd like to get away from the music, get a little quiet time. She nodded a yes and Carl and I helped her up, guiding her down the stairs in the kitchen to the basement. Brandon was off getting the lucky guy.
The downstairs was set up as their game room, a pool table and a pin ball machine and a dart board. A few couches were lined up against one wall and one chair was next to the round coffee table in a corner. A bong was sitting on the table and when we sat her down on the couch, she looked at the glass piece with a puzzled look on her face.
