A Virgin Taen

A Virgin Taken

by Cindy Lamb

1. No Big Deal

"He said what?" Alison exclaimed, sitting beside her sobbing friend on her bed.

"He said it was just a hand job and it was no big deal," Jeannie peeped, wiping her flushed pink cheeks. "He apologized. He promised it won't happen again."

Jeannie needed to believe it. She and Ryan had been together for almost exactly two years, since the first week of freshman year at college. She couldn't imagine her life without him. He had already promised her a ring before graduation. Maybe it wasn't a big deal. He had kissed that girl. Fingered her. And let her touch him. But that was just hands. It was cheating, but it wasn't CHEATING.

Alison shook her head as if she could read Jeannie's thoughts. "No. No! You see what he's doing, right?"

Jeannie looked up and sniffed.

Alison reached over and smoothed her friend's tangled blonde hair. "He's putting pressure on you." Jeannie stared dumbly at her friend. "Jesus, Jeannie, he's pressuring you for sex! Two years now and hand jobs are all you've given him, right?"

Jeannie nodded. She was saving herself for her wedding night, but she knew no guy would wait without getting something. Hand jobs she allowed herself to do.

***Gee, maybe they really aren't a big deal...***

"Yeah, well, when he says that a hand job from this bitch over the summer is no big deal, what he's trying to tell you is that the ones you give him are no big deal either. He thinks he can get you to have sex with him to keep him from going back to what's her name for another no-big-deal hand job."

"Do you think I should?"

"Christ no! Jeannie, you can't let him push you around like that. Certainly not if you really want to spend the rest of your life with him."

"Then what do I do?"

"Well, I find turning the tables on a guy usually shuts him up. If he thinks a hand job is no big deal, then he certainly can't get too upset if you gave one to someone else and got a little finger action in return, right? I mean, he'd have to admit, it's just a hand job."

"I could never..."

"Jeannie, look at you. You've been a wreck all week. You couldn't even talk about it until right now. Why is that?"

"Because I'm so... I'm so angry at him!"

"Yes! You need to take that anger out on him. Go give a guy a hand job and then you tell Ryan all about it. Let him see how it feels. You guys can never move on until you're even again. He already had sex with that girl in high school, so he's already one up on you."

"Do you think? I don't know. How could I ever get a guy..."

"How could a pretty blonde ever get a guy to accept a free hand job? Gee, let me think about that."

Jeannie blushed. "I'm so shy though. And I definitely don't want to lead a guy on. I don't want... complications."

"Oh. That's actually a good point," Alison conceded. "Hey, I know a guy in my bio class. He screws around with a lot of girls, never with any one of them for more than a month or two, juggles two, sometimes three at a time..."

"Sounds like a real prince." Jeannie frowned disapprovingly.

"Yeah, but he's nice though. At least he's pretty nice to me, and I never got a creep vibe. I'm trying to hook up with one of his suite mates. Next time I'm over there, I'll tell him I have a friend who wants to get back at her boyfriend with a no-strings hand job in exchange for some no strings fingering. From what I hear, he's actually really good at it. Maybe he'll be game."

"He won't try anything beyond what we said? What's his name?"

"Dan Talbot."

Jeannie's eyes went wide. "Are you kidding me? He's in my Psych class. Oh my God, he's cute! But he's always hanging around with super pretty girls. What does he need me for?"

Alison shook her head. "Jeannie, you have great hair, nice legs, you're fit, and you have hands down the prettiest face on campus..."

"I have a fat face."

Alison laughed. "You have a round face. So do some of the most beautiful women in the world. Jeez, doesn't Ryan ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"Of course he says that, but he's my boyfriend. He has to."

"Your CHEATING boyfriend. So how about it? You want me to set up a rendezvous?"

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Jeannie sat on the couch in her suite praying that he wouldn't show up. She wore gym shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and black socks. Alison told her to pretty up, but it felt like too much of a betrayal of Ryan to look too good for this guy. She had the suite to herself. Alison had taken Laura and Jennifer out for Two-for-Tuesday night at the Vern. Jeannie just sat there and marveled at how, as the hour approached, she could feel her heart beating in her fingers.

Through the blurry glass by the door, she saw someone out in the hallway. There was a knock. She had not locked it behind Alison. Her heart began to race. Not too late to run back into her room and pretend not to be home. Something made her speak up. "Come in." She did not say it loudly. Part of her didn't want him to hear. The door handle turned and he stepped into the lounge.

Dan Talbot was about 6'2", which was Ryan's height, except Dan also had broad shoulders and heavy arms. He was on the rugby team, and she had heard he was one of the best players. He had dark hair and eyes, the opposite of Ryan who was blonde and blue, like her. He was dressed in a pair of shorts, sneakers, and a polo shirt. He looked good, and as relaxed as she was tense.

"Hello," he said. "Jeannie?"

She nodded.

He sat down on the other end of the couch, half turned to face her with his arm on the back. "I'm Dan."

"I know." She was looking at the floor in front of her, fidgeting with her hands.

After a pause, he spoke again. "Are you okay?"

She nodded without looking up.

He chuckled. He had an amazing smile, but she did not look up to see it. "You're kind of shy, huh?"

"Yes," she said, without moving. Her heart felt like it might beat right out of her chest.

"Well, Alison told me what happened and what you want to do about it, but honestly, it's fine if you don't want to. You seem scared, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Would you like me to go?"

***Yes, Dan, I'm sorry about all this. It was a mistake. Thank you for understanding.***

Then Jeannie forced herself to look up at him and he smiled, kindly and sweetly. "No," she said aloud.

"Okay. Well, do you want to just talk? It's fine if that's all you want to do. I'm a pretty good listener."

Jeannie noticed then that he did not have brown eyes, like she thought. They were dark green. And then in her mind's eye, she saw Ryan with that girl's hand around his penis and a surge of rage overcame her. "I want to. I want to do what Alison told you about." Jeannie almost did not recognize the sound of her own voice.

"Okay. Well, where is good? If we're going to do it here..."

"My room." Jeannie stood up and reached out a hand, wondering what had come over her. Was she really going to go through with this? Was she really THAT mad at Ryan. He took her hand, and she led him to her room, a tiny single with a desk and a bed. The lights were out, but there was a parking lot light close to her window.

Jeannie turned to him, and he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She came up to her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck. Ryan and the two guys in high school whose names she could not then recall had never kissed her like that. Dan's arms wrapped her up and pulled her tightly to him. Her whole body seemed to heat up. Strong hands caressed her buttocks and squeezed them tight, which was just close enough to her pussy to feel incredible.

Then Dan pulled the waistband over her hips and her shorts slid to the ground. Suddenly self-conscious, she realized she should do the same. Fumbling and breaking off the kiss to try to see what she was doing in the dark, she got his belt unbuckled somehow and undid his shorts. They slid off and he kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt, stripped down to just his boxers.

Then he tried to take off her shirt, but she resisted. "No, leave it on please." Shy Jeannie was trying to reassert herself over angry Jeannie. Without missing a beat, his hands went down to her panties. "Those too. Can you just... touch me through them?"

"Sure," he said softly. "However you want. This might be more comfortable if we were lying down though."

Jeannie nodded, backed slowly to the bed, and lay down in it close to the wall. Dan slowly followed and lay down next to her. He kissed her again and took the scrunchie out of her hair, letting it fall loose. Her hands ran along his strong back and caressed his hard, bulgy arms. She felt herself getting very wet between her legs, which made her blush.

"I want to go first. Is that okay?"

Dan nodded. She tugged at the waist band of his boxers and pulled them down a few inches. "Don't take these all the way off," she said. When the boxers were down to mid-thigh, she reached hesitantly toward where she knew his penis was with her left hand. She gasped.

"What?"

"Nothing. Sorry."

***Holy shit! It's big!***

Jeannie ran her hand softly up and down the length of Dan's penis, trying to get some idea of exactly how big it was. Ryan had a little one. When it was hard, it wasn't much bigger than her thumb. Dan's must have been nine or ten inches long and it was thick. Surely, he would hurt a girl if he had sex with her, right? No, that was ridiculous. The other girls said he had sex all the time, and if a baby could fit through there, so could he. It wasn't THAT big.

After caressing it for a few moments, she remembered what they were there for and wrapped her fingers around it. With Ryan, she just used her thumb and pointer, but she needed her whole hand for Dan. He gave a satisfied sigh as she stroked him. "Is this good?" she asked. He grunted his approval. She wrapped her right arm around him and massaged her shoulder. He ran his fingers through her hair, which she found strangely exhilarating.

"Aaah," he sighed. "You may want to point it somewhere else."

Jeannie realized that his penis was aimed squarely at her stomach. "Are you getting close?"

"Yeah."

Suddenly, Jeannie had an idea. She let go of Dan and reached down to take off one of her socks. As she reached for it, she could see in the darkness the photograph of Ryan on her desk. His features were hazy, but it felt like he was watching them. What if he showed up now? No, Ryan had intramural basketball and they always went to the student center after. She pulled the black sock off her left foot.

"Here," she said, putting the sock onto his penis like it was a condom. Surprisingly, it fit fairly snugly. She went back to stroking.

Dan's hand reached back into her hair and he began to moan softly. "Don't stop." She stroked faster. It felt strange gripping him through the soft fabric of her sock. Her arm started to ache a little and she was just getting ready to switch to her right when he let out an intense grunt and pulled her head into his chest, holding it there tightly.

She kept stroking back and forth for another minute, until she felt him begin to soften. She sat up and pulled her sock off of him, surprised by the weight. There was a lot of his... stuff in there. Ryan only produced a few drops. She usually didn't even bother to try to catch it. She got up and dropped the sock into her hamper, taking off the other one for symmetry.

"Your turn," Dan said. He had pulled his boxers back up.

Jeannie's heart began to race again. She climbed over him and laid on her back next to the wall. Dan leaned over and kissed her neck, running his hand up and down her thighs. She trembled as the nerves in her skin began to tingle every time his fingertips came near. After a few moments, his fingers settled on the spot between her legs and he began to massage her. The wetness intensified and he was sure her panties were soaked now. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

It felt good. It felt amazing. Then he stopped and his hands reached under her. One beneath her back and the other under her butt. "Turn over," he said. She complied. He pushed her thighs apart and reached under her with four fingers, massaging her clitoris. Then his thumb began to rub hard against her labia. Without even meaning to, she began to kick her feet up and down softly and her hands clutched her pillow to her face because the thought she might scream.

Dan proceeded to firmly work her clit and pussy simultaneously and she worried he might stick his thumb inside her. She hadn't even let Ryan do that yet. God, what if he put the thumb into her and Ryan wasn't the first?

"Stop!" she cried. "Wait..."

His left hand clapped over her mouth and his hand moved faster and faster. The thumb did not go inside her, but it was in the doorway, so to speak. Her feet kicked hard and she squeezed her pillow with both arms. Then her insides were gripped by an intense knot of pleasure that snapped and sent her legs flailing and her body contorting. She screamed into his hand.

Dan's hands were suddenly gone from both her face and between her legs. "Jesus, are you okay?"

"Don't stop!" she said, but it was more of a snarl. What the hell was he doing? STOPPING? Jeannie was not quite herself at that moment.

Dan's hand went back to work and she picked up right where she had left off, writhing in ecstasy on his magical hand. When he slowed down and finally stopped, her brain seemed to come back on line. She had finally had an orgasm. "Holy shit," she said. Jeannie never swore, but that night brought it out of her. "I mean... fuck!"

"Good?"

Jeannie nodded. Then guilt began to gnaw at her. She looked at the clock... 8:20. Ryan's game would be over. They would have beers at the student center after. He might swing by around ten. "Thanks, Dan."

"No problem. Listen, I'm not really worried, but when you tell your boyfriend about this, you probably shouldn't tell him it was me. He might get it into his head to try something and I'd hate to have to beat his ass."

Jeannie looked at Ryan's picture, her body relaxed. The idea of her sweet Ryan in a fight with Dan was so absurd. "Don't worry. I don't think I'm gonna tell him."

"Good enough to have your revenge, huh?" He pulled his pants on and zipped them. "No need to rub his nose in it?" She shook her head and handed him his shirt. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You're a great girl, Jeannie. He must have got hit on the head or something over the summer if he cheated on you. I'll see you around."

Then he was gone. When Jeannie heard the door to the hall close, she had another small orgasm. The aftershocks continued in the shower, and as she lay on the couch watching TV, waiting for Ryan to stop by.

Her boyfriend walked through the door right at 10:00, as expected.

"Hey beautiful, you're up! I'd have been by sooner, but I needed a shower."

"How'd you do?"

"We just beat them. First time we beat that team ever. Their best player was a no-show, Dan Talbot, rugby guy. He usually hangs at least 20 on us, and without him, we beat them by 2, haha! What an idiot, flaking on a game like that."

"His loss, I guess," Jeannie smiled.

"You wanna...?" Ryan nodded toward her bedroom door.

"Not tonight, sweetie. I have an early class."

"No worries!" His voice was chipper, but he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. "I'll see you at lunch." Ryan leaned over and gave her a kiss, but then paused by the door. "You're not still mad.."

"No. It's fine. I overreacted. It was just a hand job."

"Right. Well, it won't ever happen again."

"I know."

Ryan closed the door behind him. Jeannie realized with disappointment that the little aftershock orgasms had stopped. She thought about Alison and next week. Ryan was going to be up in Massachusetts for an a capella competition, and Alison had suggested they all go out for a "hottie night." That was a little tradition they had where the four of them would dress up in the sexiest clothes they had and go bar hopping, getting free drinks bought for them all night. Maybe after, Alison would want to go up to Dan's suite to visit his suitemate Chris, on whom she had a huge crush. Maybe Dan would be there. Maybe Jeannie would tag along. Not to do anything, just to say hi. Dan was nice. She thought he would be a jerk because he slept around and was popular, but he had seemed really nice. Maybe they could be friends?

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2 -- Not For Much Longer

On Thursday, Jeannie gave Ryan a long kiss beside the university van that he and his a capella group were taking to the competition. His friends hooted and laughed from their seats. Ryan loved every minute of it, so she put on a show for them. While not a true beauty, Jeannie was a prettier girl than anyone in that group thought attainable. Ryan was their god for landing her. And then he was off to Massachusetts.

That night was hottie night. Thursday was the new Friday, as they say, and the bars all had special deals. No cover for the ladies of course. Jeannie, Alison, Laura, and Jennifer got ready. Allison had wide hips and a small chest, but she didn't let that stop her. She had a flat belly and showed it off with a halter top. A frilly skirt de-emphasized her hips. Laura was tall and dark, an Italian girl. She wore a slinky black dress with glitter on it. There were no shoulders, the long sleeves were connected only to the neckline. Black fishnets covered her long, tan legs. Jennifer, was a heavier girl with massive breasts. These she flaunted with a low cut black party dress.

Jeannie had to borrow a bit of her ensemble from Alison and Laura. She wore a too-tight button down white sweater with short sleeves, a short, red plaid skirt, and opaque white thigh high stockings that did not reach the skirt's hemline. Her shoes were a cute pair of heels from Alison. They were basically a sexy high heel version of saddle shoes. To top it all off, she put on one of Laura's black velvet choker necklaces just to be a little extra naughty.

"Schoolgirl look," Laura observed. "Hot. Can't wait til Ryan finds out."

Alison laughed. "He'll never know. He's too busy singing with a bunch of dudes."

They started out at a college bar, Mally's. The bouncer took one look at Laura and Jeannie (but mainly Laura) and waved them right in. They laughed and flirted, accepting drinks from an army of hopeful college boys. They hit two more college bars, The Roost and Brian's Place. At the latter, Jennifer became the first casualty of the night. A senior who was drunk enough to look past her weight and homely face began kissing her over by the dartboards and in a few minutes was leading her out the door by the hand. She waved at her friends and hurried after him.

After the bars they went to the clubs. Jeannie's outfit looked amazing on the dancefloor. Under the black light, her top and her thigh highs glowed bright. She found herself surrounded by men as she gyrated awkwardly alongside her friends. Laura noticed when her friend began to look uneasy and ran interference. Jeannie was pretty, but Laura was beautiful... and a much better dancer. Before long, their lanky friend was the center of attention. A tall, handsome man in his late 30s was the lucky winner. He wore a silk shirt and had a pronounced indent on his left finger where his wedding band had recently been. They would learn later that he drove Laura to a motel in his Porsche while she gave him head.

Drunk, winded, and sweaty, Jeannie and Alison staggered out the door. The buses had stopped running, but they had worked their way back toward campus and it was only a few blocks. Huddling together as they walked, they kept warm in the cool mid-September air. They got some smiles and whistles from young mean headed here and there. A few girls gave them derisive sneers or jealous glares. Alison stopped outside their dorm and looked across the quad at Seneca Hall.