The Virgin Romance Novelist

“I don’t know how much longer I can last, watching you writhe under me like this,” Henry said into my breast.

  “Then don’t,” I breathed out.

  He pulled away, gave me a questioning look, as if to say do you really want me to do this? With a curt nod, I gave him the go ahead.

  With the green light, he leaned over to the night stand and grabbed a condom. If I wasn’t so sated, I would have offered to put it on, practice my condom skills, but I let him take care of it.

  Once he was done, he positioned himself over me again and grabbed my legs so they hung over his shoulders.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, feeling incredibly nervous.

  “Making this as easy on you as possible. Do you trust me, Rosie?”

  “More than anyone I know,” I admitted honestly.

  “Okay, then I’ll be honest. This won’t feel very good, it might hurt a lot, since I’m pretty big and you’re very tight.”

  “Think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

  “You know it’s the truth,” he grinned wickedly. He was right; he was sporting a tree trunk. “Ready? I’m going to go slow.”

  I nodded and braced myself. His hands ran to my breasts as he said, “Relax, love. The more relaxed you are, the easier this will be. Be in the moment with me.”

  Unclenching, I tried to take deep breaths, while one of his hands went to my right nipple. His other hand had ahold of his cock, which now rubbed against my entrance. Surprisingly, I was incredibly wet, so when he rubbed his cock against me, it actually pleased Virginia a great deal.

  “Oh, do more of that,” I said, while I braced my hands above my head.

  Chuckling, he did as was asked, and I reveled in the feel of the smooth tip of his cock running the length of my core. It felt incredible, just incredible enough for me to forget the fact that Henry had inserted the tip of his cock into my vagina.

  “Oh,” I said, as I adjusted, but with each movement, he slowly went deeper.

  “Don’t move, love,” Henry said, looking a little pained.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, while trying to steady my breathing.

  “You’re so God damn tight, love.”

  “I’m sorry. Should we stop?”

  “No! Don’t be sorry; you feel beyond amazing. If it’s alright with you, I’m going to go a little deeper. Are you alright with that?”

  “I think so,” I said cautiously, as I held my breath.

  “You think so?” he questioned with a grin.

  “Well, I guess since you’re already pushing past the threshold, you should go all the way, right? I guess with you I can say, go big or go home.”

  Chuckling, he shook his head while looking down at me. “Remind me to tell you about bedroom talk later; we’ve blown past all bedroom decorum.”

  “Like what?” I asked, curious as to what I possibly said.

  “Not now, Rosie,” he said, a little pained. “Kind of having a hard time just tipping you.”

  “Tipping. Huh, is that a real term?”

  “Not now, love.”

  I was about to say sorry, when his lips found mine once again, but this time, instead of being gentle, he was more demanding. He nipped my lip with his teeth, plunged his tongue into my mouth, and once again fondled my breasts. The onslaught of attention to my body had me forgetting what he was doing down below, and before I knew it, a sharp pain flew through Virginia, making my body arch off the mattress and a moan escape my lips.

  “Are you okay?” Henry asked, as he stilled above me. His breathing was labored, and I knew this was difficult for him.

  My eyes were tightly shut from the pain that ripped through me, but once the initial shock of what happened passed, I eased my body and opened my eyes. Henry’s concern was reassuring, as he scanned me for any indication that he should stop.

  Oddly, I wasn’t hurting like I thought I would, besides the initial “pinch” that was talked about. I just felt full, in a good way. I felt stretched, yet satisfied, like Henry was meant to be shoving his penis into me. God, I shouldn’t think things like that.

  Coming back to the present, I nodded my head and said, “I feel full, but in a good way.”

  “Good.”

  Gently now, Henry started moving his hips in and out of me, forming a kind of friction in Virginia that I’d never felt before, even when I got the vibrator stuck up there. His lips started caressing my jaw lightly, turning an awkward moment into an intimate one.

  His hands traveled slowly up and down my body, sending goose bumps to my skin. His fingers traced the outline of my ribs and at a snail’s pace, found their way up to my breasts, where I felt my chest press into his hand once he grabbed ahold of them. I was shameless now.

  The movements of his lips and fingers, combined with the gentle thrusts going in and out of me had my body wanting more, needing more, craving more. I felt like whatever he was doing was just not satisfying the pressure that was starting to build in Virginia enough, until one of his hands ran down my stomach and hovered right above my pubic bone.

  Desperately, I waited for his next move, wanting to see what he had in store, because so far, I was cursing myself for not partaking in sexual intercourse before now. With a slip of his finger, he pressed against my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make the world around me slip into a dull darkness and leave only Henry and me in view.

  “I’m going to come, love,” Henry gritted out.

  I wanted to respond, I wanted to tell him it was okay, but the epic orgasmic feeling running through my veins took over, and I was left speechless. Two more thrusts, a pinch to the nipple, and pressure on my clit had me screaming his name, pulling his hair out, and curling my legs around his waist, thrusting my hips into him like a horny ass dog.

  “Henry!” I screamed, just as I felt him stiffen above me, voicing a low groan of his own.

  “God,” he mumbled, as his hips flew into mine, eating up every last point of pleasure we were experiencing.

  Once we couldn’t extract any more pleasure from our coupling, we stilled and just stared at each other. Henry hovered over me just perfectly, granting me that sexy smile of his, and right then and there, I felt happy, truly happy.

  “By the nipple hairs of a wildebeest, that was by far the best thing I’ve ever experienced,” I confessed, while reaching up my hand and caressing Henry’s hair softly.

  From my touch, Henry switched to leaning on his elbows, so he was only a few inches above me. His hands went to my face as well and stroked my cheeks. I relished the feel of him on top of me, of him caressing me, being intimate in a completely different way. Was this what post sex was like? Probably not with everyone, some people probably just did the deed and went on with their lives, but I enjoyed this so much more. I enjoyed the sight of Henry’s eyes soaking me in, loving me; it was a moment I would never forget.

  My phone beeped, letting me know I had a message, and that was when I remembered I’d gotten a call in the middle of my passionate moment.

  I thought about answering it to avoid an awkward moment, but held off when Henry asked, “Was everything okay?”

  “It was perfect, Henry. It hurt a little at first, but you helped me forget. You’re really good at kissing.”

  “I should say the same about you. You do this thing with your tongue that has me losing all my self-control.”

  “Really?” I asked, kind of proud of myself.

  “Really,” Henry chuckled. Stroking my cheek, he continued, “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

  “Thank you,” I replied shyly. “You’re kind of crazy sexy yourself.”

  “Just kind of?” he teased.

  “Only kind of,” I smiled.

  My phone beeped again, which had me wondering. No one would leave me a message unless it was important, which only led to my overactive imagination to freaking me out to the thought of my mom and dad dying in a ditch somewhere.

  “Do you min
d if I check my phone?” I asked, knowing I ruined the moment.

  “That’s fine,” he said, getting off of me.

  I sat up and looked down to find that the crisp and clean sheets we were once on were now covered in blood.

  “Holy hell, it looks like someone sacrificed a lamb,” I said, wondering if Virginia was okay. I knew if she wasn’t, she would be sending me a keegle SOS, so apparently, from lack of communication, I assumed she was safe for now. She was really good at communicating through vagina Morse code, thankfully.

  “Hold on, let me get a warm towel to wipe things up.”

  I watched as Henry shuffled off the bed, shucked his condom and threw on a pair of athletic shorts that were in his closet, all the while taking in the sight of his tight rear end. Never thought I would be checking out my best friend, but damn if I couldn’t help it now.

  Within seconds, Henry reappeared with a wash cloth. Taking charge, he spread my legs, making me blush, and started cleaning me up. To say I felt mortified was an understatement. I read about men cleaning girls in books, and how it was a kind gesture, which it was, but for a girl who just started spreading her legs for the man cleaning her, I felt like clenching my thighs shut, not caring if his hand was still in there or not, but I refrained.

  “There, you’re all set.”

  Wanting to cover my body, I leaned over and grabbed his shirt to shield his prying eyes that were staring at my breasts.

  “Don’t cover up on my behalf,” he laughed, as I grabbed my phone from my purse and keyed up the voicemail. The missed call was a number I didn’t recognize, so I grew even more worried.

  The voicemail started up and I listened carefully while sitting next to Henry on his bed.

  “Hi Rosie, it’s Atticus, you know the guy you kicked in the crotch. Uh, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to call you. I’ve been out of town and also trying to gain the courage to call you again. Even though things ended on a crushing note,” he chuckled, “I would still like to see you. I had a great time, minus foot to the crotch, so if you were thinking you might want to go out again, give me a call. Okay, see ya.”

  I sat there, motionless, as I listened to Atticus’ voice on the other end of my phone. He still wanted to go out with me? After I took out his family marbles? Atticus was probably the last person I expected to hear from, especially after how everything went down.

  Now, I was confused. I looked over at Henry, whose brow was wrinkled and he was staring at his hands that rested on his lap.

  “Umm, that was Atticus, you know, the guy I kicked.”

  “Yeah, in the balls, right?”

  “Yeah, he uh, wants to go out again.”

  Silence filtered into the room as Henry sat on the bed, contemplating what I was telling him. I was confused; I didn’t know what to do. Obviously, if I had it my way, I would be lying back down with Henry, relishing the feel of his embrace, but I wasn’t sure where we stood. From all his hints and the way he touched me and spoke to me, I figured he would want to start a more serious relationship with me, rather than be just friends, but by the way he was now distancing himself from me, maybe I was wrong.

  Clapping his hands, Henry stood up and turned his back toward me.

  “Sounds like you should call him back. I have to take a shower and then go out. I, uh, will see you around.”

  Time stood still as I watched Henry gather his towels and shower caddy, as if he couldn’t wipe the scent of me off of him quick enough. I sat in silence, trying to figure out what just happened.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” I stuttered.

  “Taking a shower,” he repeated, while facing me this time, his face completely expressionless, like what we just did wasn’t this magical act of ungodly pleasure.

  “You’re just going to leave?”

  “Yeah, I mean, you have stuff to do, things to write, now that you got what you wanted.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, a little thrown off by his tone.

  “Your virginity, it’s no longer a mystery. Go write about it.”

  I stood up and placed my hands on my hips, trying not to get worked up, but I didn’t like the way he was talking to me.

  “Why are you being an ass? Are you trying to brush me off?”

  “No, just moving on with life, that’s all.”

  “Moving on?” Delaney’s words rang through my head, reminding me of his obsession. “Oh, my God, Delaney was right. You are a cherry chaser.”

  “Excuse me?” Henry asked, looking angrier than I had ever seen him, but I didn’t let him intimidate me.

  “You’re a cherry chaser. You get fixated on virgins and bring them into your lair until you take what you want. No wonder you were so good at it; you knew exactly what you were doing.”

  The words hurt coming out of my mouth, but by the way he was brushing me off, I had to save my heart somehow, because what we shared together would go down in history as one of the best moments of my life, and I didn’t want to tarnish it; too bad there was no way of stopping that from happening.

  “Wow,” he paused while he ran his hand through his hair. “Glad you think so highly of me.”

  “Tell me it’s not true,” I countered. Wishing he would tell me I’m an idiot, that I was wrong, that I am the most inconsiderate ass he had ever come across.

  “Believe what you want, Rosie,” was all he answered, leaving me to believe that what I was saying was true.

  “You’re a dick,” I spouted off. “I can’t believe you would sacrifice our relationship, our friendship for a roll in your bed because you have some creepy obsession. Why would you do that?”

  My breath was getting caught in my throat as I talked, and tears threatened to fall down my face. I refused to cry, though, I didn’t want to come off as an attached ex-virgin clinger, and if I cried over him doing the old stuff and go, then I would look like a serious clinger.

  Taking a deep breath, Henry walked over to his door and turned toward me to answer my question. “Because, according to you, I apparently don’t care about our friendship and would rather just stick you and throw away everything we ever had.” He shook his head, and as he walked away, he said, “See you around, Rosie. Good luck with Atticus; hopefully he treats you better than I did.”

  With his last words, my tears that were building up finally fell. I took off to my room and slammed my door shut, wishing to take back the day from the very beginning. I never should have kissed him, I never should have let him touch me, and I never should have given into his seducing ways. Everything was ruined now.

  I pulled out my notebook and stared at it for a while, until I wrote the one thing I would remember for the rest of my life.

  June 14, 2014

  Note to self: Never sleep with your friends. It never ends well, no matter how many romantic comedies you watch.

  Chapter Twenty One

  The Sexuals

  The sound of Sir Licks-a-Lot’s sand papery tongue echoed through the walls of my office as I watched him prop his leg up like a gymnast and go to town on his mini kitty balls. His favorite spot to clean himself in my office was on the top of my filing cabinet, where he could be spotted from around the office, and today, once again, he was taking advantage of the office view.

  Occasionally, he would pull his head away from his crotch and shake his head, as if his cat balls got stuck on his tongue, but then he would just go back to licking. It was like he was giving himself oral, just like Bear; it was unconfutable and odd to be around.

  I tried shooing him away, so I didn’t have to hear his scratchy tongue cause an obnoxious friction against his private bits, but all he did was flip me off with his toes. Coincidence that his middle toe stuck up further? I think not; the little bastard knew what he was doing.

  It’s been two days since I talked to Henry. He hasn’t been around the apartment, and neither have I, to be honest. I’ve put in some extra time the past two days at work just to avoid him. Now that it was Wednesday, I was start
ing to get stir crazy from avoiding the apartment.

  Yesterday, when I got home, Delaney tried talking to me, but I faked a headache and went straight to bed, avoiding dinner and any reason as to why I needed to go into the common spaces. I even brushed my teeth in my room with a bottle of water and spit out my window, not the classiest of options, but the moment I heard Henry’s voice in the common space, I swore not to step foot outside my room.

  To say going to bed with Henry was a mistake would be an understatement. It was probably the most colossal mistake I would ever make in my lifetime, because to my dismay, after just a couple of days, I saw that Henry was already looking for a new apartment, after seeing a listing tucked under his computer that was lying on the kitchen counter.

  Not only did I put distance between us, but I practically put him out of his own home. Well, it was both of our doing, I guess. I couldn’t take blame for everything that happened. He was the one who persuaded me, kept being all handsy and…perfect.

  Damn.

  I missed him. Why did things have to take a turn to Crapville?

  I replayed the moment after I checked the message on my phone over and over in my head, trying to figure out where we went wrong. Was he mad about Atticus calling? Because, after I hung up my phone, his entire mood changed. The loving Henry who was once holding me and loving me turned into an angry man, full of nasty comments and hatred.

  The misrepresentation of my best friend sent me to tears after I went back to my room. I still couldn’t believe the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me.

  A knock on my office door shook me out of my thoughts. Jenny was on the other side, and letting herself in.

  “Hey, Rosie. I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

  “How was your little mini vacation?” I asked, knowing she and Drew went on a little long weekend vacay up to New England.

  “It was so beautiful up there, but I’m all fudged out. You wouldn’t believe the number of specialty fudge shops up in the area. Every little town had their own fudge, and do you know who just needed to test every single one of them?”