Liz stared at Jim in disbelief. Clearly she hadn't heard him right. There was absolutely no way that this adorable nerdy hunk with the biggest dick she had ever come across had never once had his way with a woman. Not only that, but the fact that she could show him everything he needed to do, without him having his own bias on how he likes to fuck a girl, was borderline dream worthy. She could literally make him her perfect sex partner, showing him all the right ways to get her off. This HAD to be a dream.
"You're a virgin?" she asked in disbelief. Jim simply nodded his head, his face flushing red.
"Have you at least touched a vagina?" Jim looked down, and then shook his head.
"...holy shit" Liz muttered. She stood, looking down at Jim and his still erect dick. She had no idea what to call this. Luck? Fate? Some twisted form of karma? She didn't know, but she did know that despite what it was, she was going to make sure that she had her fun while giving Jim a memorable first time. So memorable, that she hoped he would only ever want to be with her.
As Liz daydreamed about potential future sexcapades, Jim was nervously wanting to get out of the stall and just leave. Despite the fact that he was potentially about to get to fuck this cute little bunny like a ragdoll, he was also worried that he wouldn't be able to compare to her previous partners. She clearly was no stranger to sex, and he doubted she would enjoy herself with an inexperienced virgin who masturbated to her in the shower.
Jim started to get up and try to move past Liz, but she rebounded from her daydream and pushed him back onto the toilet.
"Leaving so soon? I haven't even started yet."
Jim swallowed hard, unsure of what she was going to do to him. She merely smiled and held up a finger, indicating that she wanted him to wait.
"I'll be right back lover boy. I just need to get a few things from my bag before we get started."
With a quick bounce she was gone, and he heard the door open. Jim hesitated. This was his chance to run. Would he take it though? No, he thought. If he left now, she would probably think he hated her in some way, and it would get her down. He didn't want to do that, so he waited patiently for her to return, and steeled himself for whatever was about to happen.
The door opened again, and a moment later Liz was standing in front of Jim, her right arm raised. There was a thick black ring around her thumb, and several condoms in her hand.