Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
The weight of my words still hanging in the air like a heavy cloud.
“Stop it, Brodie.”
“I’m being serious.” I’ve always been honest with her, mostly.
Except about this.
And not once did I ever pretend to be experienced or that I knew what I was doing. It doesn’t take a sexpert to suck a girl’s clit although let’s be honest, I’m super fucking good at it.
"Why do you look…embarrassed?”
“Because I am?” I scoff. “It’s not something you brag about.”
She moves then—thank god—coming to rejoin me on the bed, in just that sexy thong of hers, tits jiggling, distracting me for a single second about what it is we’re actually talking about cuz who can think straight with tits in their face?
Lizzy runs her fingers through my hair, cradling my cheek in the palm of her hand.
“Your decision to remain a virgin is your decision and has nothing to do with what anyone else thinks.” She says it so softly I nuzzle her hand. “Who cares if you’d had sex or not? No one is judging you.”
Except everyone would judge me—starting with my roommates down the hall and everyone they bother to tell.
“It makes sense now,” she says and I’ll admit, I haven’t stopped staring at her boobs, not once since she sat back down.
“What makes sense?”
“The fact that you only wanted to go down on me.” Lizzy laughs. “Not that I hate it, but… you know. Most guys are selfish about it—so it actually had me wondering.”
I roll my eyes, tempted to run my palm down the valley between her breasts.
“The longer I went without having sex—the harder it got to actually do it, no pun intended.” I scowl. “What girl wants to be the first to fuck a twenty-one year old virgin?”
“Uh, are you being serious right now?” she asks. “Because I can list about a dozen chicks right now, off the top of my head, who would want to sleep with you. At least.”
I scoff again. “Yeah—okay.”
Lizzy squints at me. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” Why not.
“Why are you so sure you’re the only male virgin in college? Plenty of guys on campus aren’t out there sticking their wick into every female they have a chance to bang.”
Jesus.
Sticking their wick in…
A chance to bang…
“I appreciate your being supportive, but it’s facts. I’m the oldest living college virgin.”
That makes her laugh; Lizzy snorts. “You are being so dramatic, babe.”
Babe.
She’s calling me babe even after I confess my sins.
She taps her chin. “What’s the data backing up your claim that you’re the oldest living virgin college student?”
Surely she’s not getting pissed off?
At me.
For being embarrassed.
“Guess I’m basing this off my friends,” I admit my insecurity at being a virgin athlete in a world where women literally wait outside our locker rooms and hotel rooms to fuck us after our games.
Lizzy rolls her eyes. “Athletes.” She snorts again.
“Are you stereotyping us?”
“Uh—yeah I am.” She leans back on the bed like she’s sunbathing topless on the beach. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because it’s not fair.” I pout. “I’m living proof of that.”
“Exactly.” She snaps her fingers and comes toward me a few inches, whispering, “And you’re stereotyping too if you think you’re the only one not sticking your dick into the closest lamppost. Because I’m sure not everyone is.”
“That makes absolutely no fucking sense.”
But it makes both of us laugh.
“It does make sense. You just said it was a stereotype to assume all athletes are out there fucking—ergo, you proved your own point.”
I mull over her words.
Shit.
She’s right.
She’s exactly right; I’d never once considered this, caught up in my own bullshit and insecurities.
“So what are you going to do?” Lizzy asks, reaching out to trace her fingers along the contours of my chest, her gentle touch sending a jolt of lust racing down my spine.
My cock moves.
“I don’t know. What should we do?”
“About your problem?” she murmurs in my ear, voice low and sultry and shooting straight through my nerves
“My little problem.”
Her hand runs down my abs, over my belly button and down to my—
“Not such a little problem.”
She’s gripping my schlong, stroking it up and down between the parted towel draped over my body.
“Just so we’re clear, it’s not a problem for me. And we don’t have to do it or talk about it anymore. I don’t want you to feel pressured or—”
My breath catches in my throat at her words, my mind struggling to process the sheer intensity of the desire surged through me. And my loins.
"I do want you, Lizzy. I just don’t know how.”
“Of course you know how.” Snort.
“Are you rolling your eyes at me?”
“Of course I’m rolling my eyes at you.”
“Why would you do that?” I tease. “I’m vulnerable right now.”
My dick is still in her hand, loving the attention she’s lavishing on him.
I gasp when she takes a finger and presses it in my taint.