Edit: I fixed the formatting. Some people have complained about the grammar in this story, like the sentence fragments. This is ON PURPOSE. The story is representative of the main character's thought and speech patterns, and as far as I know, most people don't think in perfect grammar. If this bothers you, look elsewhere.
Also, I welcome critical feedback. However, some commenters have been completely vitriolic and nasty. If you're going to be rude and demeaning or make personal attacks, keep it to yourself.
NOTE: All characters, like in all my stories and all my works, are 18 years old or older
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I can spot a virgin a mile away.
She'll always have this pure look on her face, a glow in her eye. And damn, that's hot. But you know what's even hotter? The gleam in her eye and the glisten on her skin once I've popped her cherry. Nothing like a once-virgin that you're responsible for deflowering. Especially if you did your job right and she says no one can fuck her like you do. Ruin her for anyone else and she'll keep coming back for more.
In university, virgins are few and far between. My best chance is always in the incoming freshmen, and even then there's only a few. The rest lost their virginity to celebrate being 18 and free, you know how it is.
All that's to say, that's why I volunteer for freshmen orientation every year. Of course, now I'm a senior here on campus, and it's kinda gotten around that I'm the finest first fuck a virgin could have.
Which is why all these girls are flirting with me as I give them a tour of the campus. They're not virgins, but if I asked, they'd probably claim to be. I'll probably take their numbers and fuck 'em anyway. A tight pussy is a tight pussy.
Of course, complicating things this year is that Barb is one of the incoming freshmen. That's right, my sister. I pointed out to her a couple months ago that one of her boobs was bigger than the other. Not lying, either. It's freaky. No one wanted to take her to her senior prom cuz of it. I felt bad, so I went with her and pretended to be... well, not her brother, anyway. And it's hard to think brotherly thoughts when your bodies are pressed against each other in the slow dances, even if her tits are mismatched.
Don't get all righteous on me, I ain't the first big brother to get nasty thoughts about his sis. I never did anything though, even when she pecked me on the lips to make this guy she liked jealous. But damn, I sure hope she didn't feel my erection. Embarrassing.
I digress.
At the orientation, I'm looking for the pure virgin faces. Yes, Barb's one of them. Damn straight. No asshole's gonna screw my sister on my watch. There's three others. Brunette, blonde, redhead. Nice variety. They're among the girls pressing up to the front and sending sultry looks my way. Hell yeah. I wink at 'em and watch 'em blush. Maybe I can convince 'em to lose their virginity to me all at the same time... Not every guy could pull that off, sure, but I sure as hell ain't every guy. I got dirty blonde spikes and gray eyes that gleam silver in moonlight, and I'm tall and totally ripped. And I got ten inches of manhood hanging from my balls. And shit if I don't know how to use it.
Once I finished the walking tour, we're back in the private conference room in the student center, so I can field questions and give out some more info. That's when I see her. She's been hanging out shyly at the back of the group; probably why I didn't notice her before.
And that's when I know what Romeo felt when he saw Juliet.
Yeah, I know that's cheesy. Sue me. I'm not typically given to romantce, either; I'm a man whore and proud of it. But that's how I felt.
Her eyes were soft blue. Her hair was waves of spun gold spilling down her back. Her face was porcelain, shaped into pure sex, with full pink lips and a rosiness on her cheeks. She had a perfect figure, too, just like I like it. Womanly, lush, with plush hips and big boobs. Man, they were just right, too. Full, round apples. She wasn't wearing a bra either, cuz I could see her nipples standing at attention. She looked at me and I looked at her, and I swear to sovereign god she wet her shirt. She blushed furiously - gorgeously - and hastily covered her chest with her books. I wasn't much better off, cuz I'd gotten a throbbing hard on, with a fair amount of precum leaking out.
Of course, the three virgins - you remember, the redhead, brunette, and blonde - noticed my erection immediately. It's kinda hard to hide it when you have a swollen kielbasa stuffed down your pants. Oh, yeah, I wasn't gonna have any problem getting them in the same bed together tonight. But I wasn't even thinking about that. The mystery girl - my Juliet - took up all my attention. I was stupefied.
And oh, yeah. She was a virgin. That bloom on her face, her glowing eagerness. Hot damn, the gods must love me.
Somehow, I got through the end of the orientation. I had the numbers of the Virgins Three - yep, I named 'em - in my hands and I couldn't remember how they'd gotten there.
Barb came up to me, laid her hand on my arm. "Hey big brother, you did good."
I looked at her skeptically. I'd blundered through the end of that horribly. She grinned and gestured to the numbers in my hands.
"Ah, thanks, sis," I said, ruffling her hair absently. (She hates that.) But instead of berating me, she just followed my gaze to Juliet, who was going through the door, giving me one last uncertain look before leaving.
Barb grinned. "Gemma, huh?"
"What?"
"Gemma. You were staring at her and drooling."