[Author's Note: My regular readers will quickly realize that the story below is directly parallel to my "Tom's Torture" series. However, I have decided to post this alternate version which has a completely different ending. Whereas the original version took a distinctly darker turn (in honor of a friend's kinky request) I have chosen to end this new version more kindly and romantically.
For those following the adventures of Tom Lenovo, the story about to transpire below takes place approximately six months after Tom's incestuous dalliances in the chapters entitled "Katy's Boobs." However, the reader is welcome to enjoy this plot independently of the other if so desired.
—ATW]
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Despite the fog rolling into San Francisco bay on this chilly December evening, I felt warm and invigorated as a lustful surge of blood flowed through my body. With singular determination, I ignored the scenic sights of Fisherman's Wharf as equally as I did the panhandlers on the corners, walking briskly and eagerly up from the transit station to a certain building about three blocks away. This certain building contained a small one-bedroom apartment, and within this apartment a beautiful 18-year-old girl was waiting. Waiting for me, a very horny guy not much older than 18 himself. And when I arrived, or hopefully soon after I arrived, this beautiful girl was going to give me perhaps the most incredible and generous Christmas gift any girl could possibly give a guy: her virginity.
The girl's name was Pam, and we had been dating for about three months. We had met on the first day of registration at a large university in another big city, never mind which. There we were, random bodies in a throng of confused and excited college freshmen all trying to figure out what books to buy, where classes were and all the other chaos a freshman must endure. I was going one direction, Pam another, and our collision sent books and backpacks scattering across the floor. After hurried apologies, we'd finally gotten a look at each other and that was that. Classic boy-meets-girl. We got to talking, realized we were both new to the school, and it wasn't too long before I worked up the courage to ask her to coffee.
From that day, I'd say we fell instantly and crazily head-over-heels in love with each other. Everything just clicked, and to be honest I was all to eager to finally find myself in a "normal" relationship with a girl who was not a relative. I had just moved on from a rather torrid summer affair with my sexy little 18-year-old cousin, Katy, and also—amazingly—her mother, my aunt Ellen. While from a sexual standpoint it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life, the three of us knew that any normal, ongoing relationship was simply out of the question, so to finally have a pretty girl on my arm who wasn't related to me was wonderfully refreshing.
The funny thing was, in getting together with Pam, I had to almost completely throw back the clock of sexual maturity that I had so swiftly evolved into with my carnal experiences with Katy and Aunt Ellen. You see, Pam was a virgin. An honest-to-God virgin in the 21st century. Of course, I hadn't known this when I'd first met her, but after a couple of dates, when the after-dinner make-out sessions started becoming more and more heated, she'd breathlessly and almost apologetically informed me that she had never gone all the way with a guy.
Now, she'd told me this while straddling me on my bed in my dorm room, her skirt hiked up, her panties wet and bunched around her pussy, with my raging hard-on desperately bulging within my pants and grinding against her covered labia. To say I wasn't, well, "deflated" by this news would certainly have been a lie. But even in this heated moment of passion, I actually found myself admiring this girl more.
A virgin. The girl grinding on top of me was a virgin. I took a deep breath and reconsidered the picture before me. Pam was blond, petite and sweet. She was very skinny but still had a nice subtle flair to her hips that stood atop long, very long legs. The breasts I had been allowed to feel up over a shirt and bra were small but very pert, with nipples that seemed to want to pierce right through all the shielding of satin and cotton. Probably the most striking thing about Pam was, interestingly enough, her mouth. When amused, Pam would spread the widest, brightest grin I had ever seen, flashing beautiful, neat white teeth. A hint of dimples and flashing brilliant blue eyes accented this wonderful smile and completed a perfect package of sweetness, sexiness and mischievous innocence all at once.
I was hooked.
But as indicated earlier, I was no virgin, far from it. Actually, for this day and age I could be considered a late-bloomer too, having lost my virginity only very shortly after my 18th birthday. Since that time I have been with just four women, including my brief and incestuous affairs with my cousin and aunt. And as puberty continued to pump enough hormones through my body to drive an elephant crazy, I knew that I definitely had a stronger sexual appetite than most guys. It was pretty much all I thought about, all the time. Oh, I know what you're thinking: ALL guys think about sex all the time, especially teenage guys. Well, just let me someday tell you more about how I nailed my own first cousin and aunt, then I think you'll get a better idea of just how far I was willing to go to get what I wanted....
That said, I wanted Pam. Badly. But I also realized how much I actually cared for her. It was incredible. From Day One we had been two peas in a pod, hardly separated except to go our separate ways to our own dorms to bed at night. In the first week of school we'd hastily rearranged our schedules so that we had almost all the same classes. We clicked perfectly on every level, and I couldn't complain.
What cheered me up even more was the fact that Pam wanted me too. She had told me as much after waiting for the initial news of her admitted virginity to sink in. "I just felt it was fair to tell you, Tom," she had said, looking lovingly down at me and caressing my face. "I just never gave into the pressure of giving it up to some guy just to be cool, all through high school. And as the years went by and I realized I could wait until someone truly special came along. Someone like you, Tom. But...just not quite yet."
Then we had kissed. Not much else we could do after that speech. And although I went to sleep that night with a serious case of blue balls (even after masturbating and blasting a load of cum nearly halfway across the little room), I slept deeply and happily, because Pam had also promised with all her heart that her Christmas gift to me would be her virginity....
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All girls seem to develop their own strange rules about when and where and to whom and how they're going to finally let a guy put his cock in her, and often there is no rhyme nor reason to it. As guys, all we can do is try to be in the right place at the right time. For Pam, even though she had decided to let me be the first guy to make love to her, the first barrier that needed to be broken before hymen was her age. She wanted to be officially an adult, 18 years old. Well, her 18th birthday had been a week ago, and finally we had arranged for the time and place for the next barrier to be broken: a certain little apartment in San Francisco, three blocks up from Fisherman's Wharf.
The apartment belonged to Pam's college roommate, Kelly. Kelly, much wilder and infinitely more worldly than quieter, more innocent Pam, seemed to have any amount of money she needed, whether from her rich parents or her collection of wealthy part-time boyfriends. She seemed to maintain a lifestyle like a slightly scaled-down version of Paris Hilton. For example, just for the two-week winter break, Kelly had somehow secured a fully furnished one-bedroom apartment here in a trendy section of San Francisco, and she had invited Pam to share it with her. I had been enjoying most of my winter escape with my parents back home, but I was dying to see Pam again, especially since I'd missed her birthday, and I had counted the days and even the hours before I could be on the flight that would take me to San Fran where I'd get the next 96-hours with my girlfriend. I assumed I'd be staying in the apartment with the girls, perhaps crashing on the floor, but I'd worry about that later. I had other things on my mind!
In what seemed like a blur of hugs and kisses and squeezes, I'd rung the buzzer, been let into the apartment, and thrown my bag somewhere. And the blur continued for some time. Finally, both of us gasping for air, Pam and I broke our embrace to take a look at each other at last. I was clad casually in cargo pants, a loose button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and an old, worn leather jacket. Pam was barefoot in tight hip-hugger jeans and a wonderfully thin white tank-top hinting at the black bra beneath. She also wore a soft wool sweater with the zipper open to keep the chill of the night off, but with one side sliding down to expose a pretty alabaster shoulder and collar bone.
"Where's Kelly?" I asked, hoping only for one answer.
Pam smiled at me. "She's out for the night." Perfect answer.
