Virgin

Consider Amanda. I did. A lot. She was a nineteen year old cheerleader and a virgin, which was a waste of one of the world's finest resources. She stood about five foot six, weighed around 125 pounds, fit and athletic (cheerleader, remember). Blue eyes and blonde hair, if you could call that colour blonde. It was white with a touch of grey in it that made it look like liquid silver. I could just imagine that hair draped over my pillow -- or her pillow -- or a cushion on a couch, any couch. She was intelligent as well, but smart enough not to flaunt that fact. That intelligence was what I had to get past.

I was totally smitten with the girl. I also considered it my duty to mankind to assist her in getting rid of her totally unnecessary virginity.

Other boys told me that any time they tried to put the hard word on her she shut them down instantly, refusing to date them again. I'd taken this on board before I began my approach. I was reasonable tall, handsome in a way the girls seemed to like, and able to project a sense of sincerity. (A guy I knew told me if you could project sincerity you were halfway home.)

I wasn't rushing her. I'd already had several dates with her, progressing slowly. We'd moved from kisses to some quite reasonable petting, each step just a gradual increase in what I'd encouraged her to do on the previous date.

Tonight was to be our sixth date and her parents were also going out for the evening. If they left before we did with a bit of skill we might not need to leave at all. I arrived at her place and her father let me in.

"Take a seat while I hurry her up. Not that she will hurry, but you know what I mean."

I did. She was chronically late for every date. I think this was to give her parents a chance to grill and threaten her boyfriends. They'd certainly grilled me enough, not lightly grilled but well done. The threats were unspoken but I could feel them floating in the air.

I sat and waited, noting that her father didn't seem to be getting ready to go out. I gave a mental shrug and waited some more.

Amanda finally came dancing into the room, all smiles and affection. I lightly kissed her and escorted her out to my car. I settled her into her seat and then went around and sat behind the wheel.

"Rhino's?" I asked, naming a popular night club.

"Sure," she said, "but I can't drink much or stay out too late. We've got a match tomorrow that I have to attend."

"So do I," I pointed out. "I'm playing, remember? Ah, your parents? I thought you said they were going out tonight?"

"I did and they are but they won't leave for another hour or two. They'll be out until two or three."

I just nodded, saying nothing but already planning future moves. Once we got back to the house I'd put the moves on her. I didn't think she'd resist at first but perhaps later when I turned the heat up a bit. That's when I'd put stronger moves on her and see how she reacted. I'd stop short of rape but I'd certainly let her know that I was ready, willing, and able.

I drove to Rhino's, Amanda snuggling close to me the whole way. Once there we each had a drink and then danced and talked and socialised generally. We both kept to the no alcohol policy, just the one drink at the start of the night and another towards the end. We were both so sober I doubted we'd even register on a breathalyser.

It was pushing midnight when I took her home. Possibly a little early for a date but we both had the game tomorrow. When we arrived her place was dark apart from the porch light. Her parents' car was gone. We necked a little in the car, just enough to let her know I adored her, and then I escorted her to the front door.

She smiled and invited me in for coffee. (Or should that be 'coffee'.)

As soon as we entered she linked her arm to mine.

"Come on," she said. "You can keep me company in the kitchen while I make it."

"I have a better idea," I told her. "Why don't we sit on the couch for a while before we make the coffee?"

She giggled and snuggled against to me as I headed towards the couch. Sitting, I pulled her down so that she was sitting on my lap. Then I kissed her, enthusiastically, Amanda returning my kiss with just as much enthusiasm.

My hands started wandering. That was a quite natural thing to do, expected even. I was polite, initially, brushing against the sides of her breasts instead of going the full grope, stroking the outsides of her hips and thighs. I was continuing to do the natural thing, when my hands started retracing their steps a hand accidentally slipped under her dress, closing in on her panties.

She didn't say anything but her hand caught my wrist and very firmly directed my hand elsewhere. I didn't protest or show any signs of resentment, slowly stoking upwards over her hips, the side of her chest, and then drifting across her breasts, squeezing them lightly as I did so. Her hand caught my wrist again but as she wasn't trying to throw it away I ignored it, continuing to stroke her breasts.

Kissing her lips, nuzzling her throat and shoulders, stroking her breasts, and flicking a couple of little buttons undone, letting my hand drift inside her blouse and under her bra, teasing her actual breast, a finger finding and twiddling with a nipple.

I withdrew my hand and caressed her, moving steadily down. Once again my hand moved under her dress. This time I reached her panties and started stroking her a lot more intimately. As expected her hand came down and caught my wrist. Instead of letting her pull my hand away I caught her wrist with my other hand and drew her hands away, settling it on my groin. Her hand closed over me, feeling the size of me.

We kept that up for a while, my fingers darting under her panties and probing her sensitive flesh, her fingers getting up the nerve to unzip and seek skin contact with the goodies I kept there.

I started working her panties down. Did she resist? Not so that I noticed. I pushed them down and off, picking them up and stuffing them in my pocket.

We were both breathing hard by this stage. I could tell she was fully aroused, legs parted to give me easier access, heat and moisture giving notice that she wanted something more.

"Why don't we move this to your bedroom?" I suggested and she rose to her feet.

It was a very short trip to her bedroom and I stripped off my trousers while she watched, excitement on her face. She then started stripping, blouse, dress, bra, and panties, all went by the way. My own top came off and we were both standing there naked.

"You won't talk to anyone about this, will you?" she asked, sounding slightly nervous. "This is my first time here."

"Not a word," I assured her, and then that last word hit me. What did she mean, here?

"Ah, here?" I asked, curious.

"Mm. I always go to one of the nearby towns. You know what this place is like. If I balled one of the local boys and word got out my reputation will be trashed. My sister advised me to do that sort of thing in other towns so no-one local knows. It's just that since you first asked me out I knew I would make an exception for you and make you my first."

Using rather quaint words I was gobsmacked and flabbergasted. I couldn't believe this. She wasn't a virgin and it seems that she'd been stalking me, not me her. For a moment I felt like a complete idiot. But a very aroused idiot with my cock standing tall and strong, ready for any challenge that she might present.

I didn't have long to consider this new information because Amanda pounced. I was standing with my back to the bed when she lunged at me. When you take a step backwards and there's something behind you you tend to fall onto that something. Just like that I was flat on my back on the bed. Amanda pounced.

She was up on the bed in an instant, first straddling me and then settling down onto me, her hand seizing my cock and ensuring it was placed just where she wanted it. Her lack of virginity was amply demonstrated in the way she sank down onto me, taking me fully inside her with a happy sigh.

"You've done this before," I observed as she started bouncing up and down, riding my cock like a pro. Not that I was complaining. She had wonderful muscle control and was giving me value for money. (Okay, I hadn't paid her anything but if I had it would have been worth it.)

"A time or two," she admitted. "There were these twins over in Bakersfield who grabbed me and made me do it this way. Both of them. They had me repeat it a couple of times until they were satisfied with the way I did it. I had an interesting day."

Hell, it sounded like the twins had an interesting day as well.

Amanda went right on bouncing on me, pausing every so often to twist about, that twisting doing peculiar things to my gonads. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, just bouncing away, relishing the feel of my cock inside her, rasping against her passage.

I have to admit that if it had been left to me I'd have put on a condom before starting this little bout of exercise but as it hadn't been left to me and Amanda didn't seem to care I didn't let it worry me. Presumably she was on the pill.

She bounced and I thrust, not trying to take over, quite content to let her do the running. For now.

I was playing with her breasts as we went our merry way, her reactions proving what I'd already suspected. Her breasts were very sensitive, adding to her pleasure. I finally decided that her time was up.

"Amanda," I said gently, "I'm about to roll you onto your back and ravish you. Are you prepared for that?"

"Go for it if you think you can," she giggled.

Why would she think I couldn't, I wondered.

My hands tightened on her breasts and I twisted roughly, rolling her round and under me, crushing her to the mattress with my weight, smiling as she squealed in surprise. That done I started driving home, setting my own rhythm, which was somewhat harder and faster than hers.

She squealed some more as I drove into her, her squeals giving way to a scream as she climaxed, her climax matched by my own as I spilled my seed deep inside her.

She wore a smug look as I dressed.

"Remember, not a word," she reminded me. "I have a certain reputation and I intend to keep it."

"Not a word," I assured her. "Want to go out with me after the game?"

She gave an assenting nod and I departed, that smug smile watching as I left.