His Virgin

By: Nikki Chase

I knew Rick was going to distract her. The guy gets along with everybody. And he’s always up for a chat — or more — with any decent-looking girl.

I wait for a few minutes before making a big show out of checking the watch on my wrist.

“Hey, you guys have fun. I need to be somewhere else now.” I exhale loudly to make it seem like I hate having to leave.

I’m not crazy about talking business with my father, but it has to be better than this boring small talk.

“Oh, already?” Rick says the words he’s supposed to say, but he knows I planned to ditch them from the beginning. He’s obviously glad to have some alone time with Angela.

“Yeah.” I pull out my phone and see there are already three text messages from my father. “They’re probably already waiting for me.”

“Alright man,” Rick says. “See you around.”

“See you,” I say. “Good to see you again, Angela.”

I turn around without waiting for her reply. It’s hard to read her expression in the dark, and I don’t care about anything she has to say anyway. I breathe a sigh of relief as I make my way toward the exit.

And that’s when I see her.

She’s all legs, with a tight little ass and perky tits. Her slender body is wrapped in a skin-tight, knee-length red dress with a black ribbon around her waist that forms a bow at the front. Just the right balance between sexy and classy.

Damn. She looks like a present ready for me to unwrap.

She has voluminous blonde waves so glossy I’m sure they’d feel like heaven wrapped around my fist. Full lips that would look so fucking sexy gasping in the night air when I expose her long neck and bite down.

An overwhelming urge comes over me. I want to grab both her arms, pin her to the wall, and take her right there, in front of everyone. It’s been a long time since a woman elicited that kind of reaction from me. I can feel myself growing hard in my pants.

I stop my legs from automatically following her. Don’t be crazy, I tell myself.

I glance at my watch again. The little metal hands glow in the dim light, telling me I’m already fifteen minutes late.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath. I can already hear Pop’s voice telling me to think with my big head, not my small one. And I haven’t even done anything to warrant his lecture tonight.

When I look up, she’s gone. As I scan the room, I can only see the usual faces in the dim light of The Amber Room.

I have no choice but to leave now. Walking out into the balmy spring air, I swear I’ll find her again. She’s awakened my hunting instinct.

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