It had been a full day since I had visited the shrine and wished to lose my virginity. It was a selfish wish, for sure, but there was nothing else in the world I could have wished for. Even though I moved back in with my parents after college, I made enough money from my online job that I could move out if I wished.
But a girl... I had never had that. And to put the power of this shrine to the test, I had a date set up with a match I found tomorrow. For some reason, I found myself hopeful, even if some part of me thought I was crazy for it.
"Dinner!" Mom called from downstairs. With a deep sigh, I swung open my bedroom door and trudged downstairs. After setting the table for her, my father and I, we sat down to eat the spaghetti and meatballs she had made.
"So, honey, tell me about her! We're so excited for you!" She began.
"It's nothing yet, really. It's a first date, alright? If it goes well then we can talk about it." I hated this conversation. I'd had too many dates lead to nothing over the past few years to bother wanting to talk about it with my family. Perhaps even mentioning it was a mistake.
I put my cup to my mouth to drink, and that's when I felt it. A soft tingling feeling, what almost felt like velvety fur, brushing against my cock. I immediately choked, dropping my cup and spilling water everywhere, soaking my shirt and pants as I gagged and coughed.
"Honey?! What's wrong? Are you okay?" My mother immediately jumped to her feet, but I waved her off as I began to wipe myself off. "It just uh.. went down the wrong pipe, sorry." I answered, my reddened cheeks easily explained away by the lack of air I was getting. "I'll clean it up, don't worry." I continued, as I stood to retrieve the mop from the pantry closet.
Well, at least whatever that was, it was a good excuse to stop that line of conversation, I thought, as I began to soak up the water beneath my chair.
Until I felt it again. An awkward moan escapes my lips as my cock starts to stiffen at the ethereal, furry touch, and I immediately let go of the mop as I try to adjust myself in my soaking wet underwear. Without even looking up at my parents, I turn around and start pounding up the stairs. "Sorry, I don't feel so good! I'm gonna get out of these wet clothes!" I call out over my shoulder, not even waiting for a response as I slam shut the door behind me.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the edge of my hamper to dry, doing the same with my pants before staring down at my now fully hardened cock tenting my soaked underwear. With a deep breath, I take them off as well, shivering slightly from the dampness as I try to rationalize what just happened. I look inside my underwear, trying to see if there was something in them that could have caused that sensation, but they were clean. I took another deep breath, them threw them onto my hamper with the rest. Its just jitters. I have a date tomorrow, one I really don't want to fuck up. I just need to calm down. I turn towards my bathroom door, and that's when I see her.
A woman, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, her body an example of perfection that could only be described as godly.
