Collecting a V-Card
Author's Note:
This is a standalone short story with minor characters that briefly appear in a larger scifi/erotica story I plan to publish here. It's my first story on Literotica, and I'm posting it both to get a feel for publishing on this site and to (hopefully) generate some interest in my work. While this is scifi, the scifi element only appears at the end.
Mild spoiler: The woman in this story is an alien shapeshifter who gains her power from sex, but because she appears as a human and doesn't do anything a human can't do, it didn't feel right to drop this in NonHuman. Scifi made the most sense because that's also the category where I'll publish the larger story. However, I'm providing this note to set clear expectations.
My goal with this story was to write a meet cute/virgin deflowering (except this virgin's a dude) in the front seat of a Hyundai, so... expect that. I also wanted to write something w(holesome), so there's intentionally not much conflict here. Just two people happily hooking up. Finally, this story is set in the early 2000s, long before Covid or other recent events.
First story published on Literotica, go!
MIKE
Mike Williams had only been a college freshman for over two months, which officially made him an adult. He was finally out of his parent's house. That made the fact that he was once again sitting alone in Red's tavern, surrounded by people who were laughing, drinking, or making out, flat out depressing. He was this close to swearing off bars forever.
Yet faced with another boring Friday alone, he'd been conned into coming here tonight by Jack Mason, a fellow student he barely knew. Soon after they arrived Jack spotted girls he recognized, slapped Mike's arm, and promised he'd be back with all three in five minutes.
It had now been fifteen, and Red's tavern was even more packed. In that time, a number of patrons had jealously eyed the small table Mike now occupied alone. He felt like the whole crowd was accusing him of hoarding a table for himself.
It wasn't like he'd
asked
to hold this table! He was
waiting
for someone--four people, in fact--but with the way people were packed inside Red's, he couldn't stop feeling like a jerk. He was this close to leaving Jack to find his own way home.
Going out to bars was how people in college hooked up, or... this was how he had been
told
people in college hooked up. He was starting to suspect he'd been given bad advice. He'd met every girl he dated in high school through mutual friends, but the problem was, he didn't have any friends here. All his friends were now back home.
Five more minutes. He'd give Jack five more minutes to return with anyone he knew here, and then Mike was done. He now suspected Jack had only asked him to drive to save himself cab fare and get himself a free designated driver, which made
Jack
a
jerk
.
Five minutes came and went, which decided him. The whole town was walkable, and there were plenty of taxis outside. Mike wasn't a taxi. It was time to leave. He had just scooted back his stool when someone gently touched his shoulder.
He glanced their way and immediately sat straight up. It was not just some random patron asking if she could take a stool from his hoarded table. This was a
woman
, and she was
cute
. Good thing he'd decided to stick around.
She stood maybe five-six. Smoky eyeshadow surrounded her dark eyes, and she wore black lipstick that looked wet in the lights. Her brown hair coursed down either side of her cute face to pool at her shoulders, and bangs brushed her forehead.
She wore a fuzzy black off-the-shoulders top that both bared her midriff and drew attention to her pale neck, around which she wore an actual collar with tiny pyramids. He'd never felt strongly about Goth chicks one way or the other, but this particular Goth
look
got his immediate seal of approval. She'd paired the top with a short, flowy skirt whose black surface was broken by a ring of white symbols. Calligraphy? So cool!
The skirt ended just below her ass, where pale, bare thighs led to dark stockings that started just above her knees. Those coursed down into her open-toed black heels, which were only a few inches high but still more than sexy enough.
He only then realized he'd just eyed her top to bottom without even trying to disguise how impressed he was. Hopefully, she had a thing for guys who looked desperate. Then all words fled as, fingers still resting on his shoulder, she leaned close.
"Hi there!" Her shy smile overwhelmed his brain. "You mind if I sit with you?"
Red's tavern was loud. People were loud, but he still heard every word without trouble. She was actually asking to sit here
with him
, not trying to take a stool away. Was she... did she need to wait for her friends or something?
"Thanks!" she said.
He didn't remember speaking and wasn't quite sure how he'd do so. Still, things seemed to be progressing. His brain was already yelling
Yes! Please! Sit!
Also, it wasn't like he was new at the whole "talking to girls" thing. Middle school had been pretty much a nightmare, but he'd come a long way since then. He'd found track in eighth grade and been doing long distance running since, so while he remained slim, he had put on a sleek runner's build. It was fully possible he might just be her type.
She grabbed a stool and then slid it around the table so she could sit facing him. The way she casually folded one bare thigh across the other, in that skirt, was a firm reminder that he'd otherwise be looking right at her panties. She folded both hands upon her raised knee, then leaned forward just enough to show just a hint of cleavage.
"I'm Valerie!" she shouted over the noise. "What's your name?"
He forcefully unstuck his tongue. "Mike!" He finally had a woman to talk to, so he wasn't about to be rude. "I'm the designated driver!"
She took one glance around the otherwise empty table. "For who? Your friends?"
Time to go big or go home. "I think she said her name was Valerie?"
She immediately laughed at that, which was a pleasant rush. He scooted his stool incrementally closer so he could lean close enough to talk... loudly. So far, so good.
His go to when chatting up girls back in high school was to see if they had common interests and explore those, but it was hard to have a conversation with all the chaos in this tavern. He had no idea what she was interested in, so he'd start simple. "What year are you?"
"I'm legal!" she assured him.
"No, I mean..." Now, it was his turn to chuckle. This time of night, Red's only allowed people in who were 18 and up, but it was still a good joke.
She grinned like she was sharing a secret with him. "I'm actually not in college! I'm visiting from out of town!"
"Oh, that's cool!" Was it? That was such a lame thing to say, and he scrambled to recover. "Where are you visiting from?"
