The truth is, I’m still a virgin. Don’t gasp in surprise. I intend to rectify this in the very near future. Being in college now, with this set of roommates, makes me feel like a freak, but I suppose I knew that would be the case. I need to get this over with, the whole losing your virginity thing. I’m going to suggest two months, sixty days to conquer four guys, I desperately need the extra time.
I’m an only child and grew up kind of sheltered you could say. I had a helicopter Mom and a Dad who worked all of the time and was hardly home. Growing up, I’ve always been attracted to the bad boy types, at least the ones in the movies, LOL. I went to an exclusive private High School in LA. There actually were no real bad boys at my school, mostly brainy nerdy boys.
When my new roommates and I were sitting around having Pizza together the other night and Deena proposed that outrageous challenge I just about choked on my food. If they only knew I was a virgin, maybe I should have admitted it, I don’t know. I really could learn a thing or two from Deena and Clarissa. They’re both so pretty and confident with the guys. The guys gravitate towards them like bees to honey.
Anyway, one day after Song Girl tryouts, the boys or should I say hunks from Apartment 72 asked us over to hang and have dinner. Deena has already slept with Ken and I guess he wanted seconds. She has been going on and on about how all the roommates in Apartment 72 were hot, hunky and Close Encounter worthy. Let’s see if I agree with her, I agree with her on Ken, but let’s see about the others. When we arrive and Ken introduces me to Jake, wow was she right. Jake made me nervous from the start with his brooding bad boy good looks. Once we sat down at the table for dinner, he would not stop staring at me. Deena and Ken were too busy touching each other to notice. Jake had the whole bad boy package going on. I could see a tattoo peeking out from the arm of his t-shirt, he smoked and rode a motorcycle. He had a killer dimple on his chin and a drop dead, panty melting smirk going on. Hmm, he seems like the perfect guy to lose my virginity to. Quick, convenient and definitely willing judging by the way he won’t take his eyes off me.
“So Kara, where are you from?” Jake asks.
“Pacific Palisades. How about you?” I reply.
“San Diego.”
“Seems like SC has mostly Californians, all my roommates are from somewhere in California,” I reply. He drums his fingers on the table and I stop and wonder how those fingers would feel raking up and down my body. God, I’m ready and willing right now.
“Can I get you a beer?” Jake offers.
“Sure, that sounds good.”
“Let’s watch some TV,” Jake suggests as Ken and Deena get up from the table and go to Ken’s bedroom. Deena is so easy, I should follow her lead and live a little. Jake walks to the kitchen and I can’t help but check him out in his snug fitting jeans and t-shirt. He has long, lean legs and his tush looks very delectable.
He comes into the living room and sits down right next to me so our thighs are touching and he hands me a beer. I take a big chug for courage. He flips through the channels and lands on The Voice.
“Hey, let’s watch this,” I suggest and am met with a shoulder shrug from Jake as he tosses the remote on the coffee table. He puts his arm around me. Jake has a broad chest and some biceps on him. He leans over and kisses me, gently at first. He’s not wasting any time getting down to business. I need to relax and go for it, I know I do. My lips part for him and he deepens the kiss as our tongues entwine. We start to seriously make out as he pushes me back onto the sofa and he is now covering my body with his. Things are starting to heat up inside me and Jake is pressing his hardness into my thigh.
“Let’s go to my room,” he whispers then stands up taking my hand and pulls me up from the sofa. We walk into his room and close the door.
“What about your roommate?” I ask nervously. Kara you can do this I tell myself.
“He went home for the weekend.” He pulls me to him as we fall into his bed. He moves on top of me and is devouring me with his kisses as his hand slips under my sweater and cups my breast. My nipples harden beneath his touch as he pinches my erect nipples through my bra. I arch into his hands showing him I want more of his touch. He pushes my sweater over my head and unhooks my bra. Then in one swift movement his t-shirt is off.
“I want to feel you skin to skin Kara,” he moans urgently. He rolls off me to slide his pants off and I follow his lead. Damn he’s sexy, in that bad boy way that I’m so attracted to. I close my eyes for a moment to gather my courage.
“What’s wrong?” Jake asks. Should I tell him why I’m so nervous? By the way I’m a virgin, that’s very seductive.
“Nothing,” I say, drawing him back down onto me. Oh my God, his rigid manhood is pressing into my most intimate place. I squeeze my eyes closed even tighter.
“Kara, look at me,” Jack beckons me to open my eyes. “Why are you so tense, don’t you want me?”
“Yes…it’s just that I’ve never done this before,” I stammer out cringing inside because I’m admitting the truth.