Breaking in the Virgin: An Erotic Confessional
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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Breaking in the Virgin: An Erotic Confessional
It has been about five years, but if I remember correctly this was somewhere around the beginning of my sophomore year of college. I had been dating a guy from back home for a few years, and while I was doing everything I could to keep appearances up during the summer break, by the time the semester started I was actively looking for someone else to take my mind off of things.
I didn't really have any interest in using anybody, mind you – I didn't consider myself that kind of girl. But it wouldn't be fair to say I was looking for any kind of relationship out of anyone who sparked my interest, either. What I needed was a distraction. I really, really wanted to fuck.
That's when I happened across Vince. Vince looked young for his age, but fit in very well just the same among the bleary-eyed folks that made up my philosophy class. He'd come in quietly five minutes or so before class started, sit himself down right behind me and doodle aimlessly in his notebook until the professor's lecture started. He was cute, with his light blond hair and his bright blue eyes. Boyish, almost, but not in a bad way.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him from the get-go, but he always seemed to have his own thing going on – lost in his own little world, I remember thinking at the time – and I figured, given the baggage I was wandering into the semester with, it wouldn't be best to make him the distraction I was looking for.
The story probably would have ended there if it weren't for Vanessa, a freshman girl who'd decided she was going to fuck her way through her four years here. Don't get me wrong, she was plenty smart – the kind of girl who'd go on to do great things – but her wild side definitely got the best of her during her first year or so, and she'd trampled a number of hearts. It wasn't a new habit for her, either. I only knew this because she was from my hometown, and I'd already grown pretty familiar with her reputation. When she texted me excitedly one night my freshman year to let me know she'd be coming to our school next semester, I began bracing for the storm.
Even with Vanessa's involvement in the story, my getting together with Vince was coincidence. One night early on in sophomore year, I was attending a party held by a sorority one of my friends belonged to. It wasn't particularly my scene – I wasn't big on drunken reveling, and my quest for a distraction from all my relationship bullshit wasn't likely to come to an end in a house full of women. There were a few men at the party, but the majority of them had their sights set primarily on Vanessa. She was, as was to be expected, making quite the show of herself. I hadn't noticed her even so much as sipping a drink, but she was certainly acting more than a little tipsy. The boys were eating it up, and I was quietly wondering if maybe I should just call it an evening when I noticed Vince, standing off to the side.