His Virgin Bride

By: Sam Crescent

“So, virgin, huh?”

Scrunching her hands into fists, she glared at him. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not interested in being hit at with jibes and crap.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not hitting at you with anything. I just think it’s … unusual.”

“Unusual? Fucked many virgins have you?”

“None. Unless you count myself of course.”

“You can’t fuck yourself.”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve spent a great deal of time with my fist making happy times.”

“You’re disgusting, and you’re touching me with those hands.”

He kept his hold on her firm even as she made to break apart from him. “Stop, I’m kidding, for the most part.”

“How do girls even find you attractive? You’re revolting.”

Kurtis smirked. “I’ve got a very long dick that keeps them satisfied.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to find her friends smiling over at her. She didn’t even want to know what they were thinking right now. From the look in their eyes, it wasn’t good. They wanted her to lose her virginity to Kurtis, but no, it wasn’t happening. Tillie wouldn’t sleep with Kurtis if he was the last man on earth.

Chapter Two

The girls had gone back to the bathroom, and Kurtis had been dancing with Tillie for the past hour. Every time she tried to get away, he just couldn’t bring himself to let her go. He stood at the bar with Danny and Steve, waiting to order a couple of beers.

“What the fuck, man?” Danny said, speaking up first.

“What?” Kurtis frowned as he looked from one of his friend’s to the other.

“Dancing with Tillie?” Steve asked. “You’ve never danced with her before, or shown an interest in her.”

Kurtis didn’t know what the fuck had come over him. One moment he’d been happy with getting his dick sucked in the bathroom, the next moment he’d seen red when he’d spotted Brandon fucking talking to her. In that moment, he’d wanted to tear Tillie away from the bastard, protect her, keep her, make her his.


He didn’t know where all the crazy assed thoughts were coming from. Tillie had been a friend, not even that, a mere acquaintance, and yet he couldn’t stand another guy touching her? None of it made any sense to him.

“So? We danced, that’s it.”

“You and Tillie, you don’t dance. You both argue, or just deal with being with each other,” Steve said. “I watched you. You pulled her onto the dance-floor, and waited. It’s completely out of character for you.”

There was nothing for him to say. The truth was Kurtis didn’t have a clue what was going on inside his head. “It’s nothing. I asked her to dance.”

“Hey, handsome,” a woman said to him, whispering against his ear. She wrapped her arms around his waist, going to the belt holding up his jeans.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw Nicole pressed against him. She was one of his regular fucks, and like him, she came from money. Her life in college was fucking easy as neither of them had to work for it.

“I wondered if you’d come to the bar,” she said, biting onto his earlobe.

Usually her antics turned him on. Tonight, he wasn’t interested, not at all. His cock remained flaccid. “Not tonight, babe.” He tapped her hand, pushing them away. At that moment, the three women came back.

Kurtis tensed, watching as Tillie looked at Nicole then at him.

“Hey, Nicole,” she said, showing absolutely no sign of caring that he was being touched by another woman.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

Suddenly a loud upbeat song came over the speakers, and he watched as Tillie disappeared with her friends to dance.

“I feel so sorry for her. She really doesn’t fit in with your little group,” Nicole said. Her voice dripped with derision.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Steve asked.

“Tillie, silly. She’s not got what it takes to fit in. She’s your fifth wheel. You really need to drop her.”

Gritting his teeth, Kurtis shook her off. “Fuck off, Nicole. She’s a friend.”

Tillie was a nice woman to the core. She didn’t deserve this kind of shit, and he didn’t like it.

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