Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Brandon
In the farthest corner from the door, I'm leaning against the wall and trying to calm my nerves. I wanted a virgin because I’m a thirty-year-old virgin myself.
I wanted a virgin because I’m looking for someone who is just as inexperienced as I am.
Hoping she won’t know that I’m a virgin too, so the pressure shouldn’t be as intense.
Teddy, my best friend since we were five years old, thinks I’ve been scoring since my teens, and I haven’t told him otherwise.
When I was younger, I focused on school and on getting out of our small town so that I could build something of my own.
Now I have a successful practice, also work weekends at the nursing home, and coach my cousin’s baseball team.
I don’t have time for a lot of things, so when Teddy told me about The Parlour, I jumped at this to help me. I can keep things anonymous.
There’s a light knock on the door. Is she feeling just as nervous as I am?
It surprises me that there was a virgin in the club.
I thought that I might have been the only virgin in New Orleans.
Counting to three, I kick off the wall as I head to the door, grab the doorknob, take one last deep, calming breath, and turn the doorknob.
I open it wide to see this gorgeous raven-haired beauty standing before me.
My eyes sweep over her body. This beauty with the curves, like you’re looking at a pear, and she’s perfect. “Hi.” My face breaks into a smile as I look at her.
“Hello.” She whispers. I move out of the doorway, and she walks in wearing everything that I asked of her.
She truly looks like a virgin on her wedding night.
In her right hand dangle two champagne flutes, under her right arm is a bottle of champagne, and there is a box.
I take them from her as I remove the lid to show that the strawberries and whipped cream.
“Thank you for this.” I grab the champagne from her.
“No problem.” This woman’s ocean-blue eyes are striking. I can’t help staring at her. She catches my gaze, and she blushes. I unwrap the foil on the bottle and pop off the cork. She laughs as I jump.
“I always jump at that, and I know it’s coming.” I casually mentioned.
“It’s just like that with the tubes of cinnamon rolls or biscuits. I always jump at them. My niece makes fun of me when we bake.” She covers her mouth. I can tell that she’s just as nervous as I am, which helps me feel better. “Sorry, you wanted it strictly, no personal stuff.”
“I’m sorry that I wrote that. I didn’t know who I would get, and I didn’t want it to be someone I know or who knew me from someone else.
I’m not a celebrity or anything, but I work in public with kids, so I get nervous,” I ramble now, showing my own nerves.
She’s standing there with her robe half open, and I can see the tops of her breasts popping through the lace.
“Would you like a glass?” I ask, and she nods.
She walks over to me and holds the flute in her fingers as I pour the champagne.
I’m not paying attention as it spills over her glass; she laughs.
The beautiful raven licks her lips after taking a sip of her champagne.
I don’t know what comes over me that when I grab her cheeks in my hands and kiss her, fuck my goddamn rules.
I can tell that I startled her because she instantly stiffened in my hands, but once I sweep my tongue across her lips, her body relaxes.
She drops her glass on the floor as she moans into my mouth.
She runs her fingers through my hair, slightly scraping at my scalp.
Her reaction to me only makes me deepen my kiss.
We break apart from each other, panting, her lipstick smeared.
“My name is Virgin, and I'm a Brandon.” She laughs, and I shake my head. “My name is Brandon, and I’m a virgin.” Every time I tell a girl that I’m a virgin, she laughs in my face and then leaves.
Turning away from her, I stalk toward the door.
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m going to die a virgin.
I mean, I have this beautiful, sexy woman…
.” I mumble to myself until I feel arms come up behind me and wrap around my waist.
“I’m Greta, and I’m a virgin too. It’s nice to meet you.” I know Greta’s a virgin, but she’s trying to get me to calm my nerves.
“I’m nervous. I don’t know what or how this works.”
“I don’t know either, so we can kiss, make out, and see where the mood takes us. It’s just going to be the two of us in here, and no one will know what we do except us.” One perk of the club membership is that there is no limit to these rooms and no cameras. Everything is secure for our protection.
“Is it wrong that I’m paying someone to take my virginity?” I turn to face Greta.
“No. I’m here because I want someone to take my virginity.
” She laughs. “So many people make fun of you that you’re a virgin in your twenties.
No guy would give me the time of day when I wouldn’t sleep with them on the first date, so I never got a second one.
When I found out about The Parlour Underground, I jumped at the chance to do it this way.
I mean, being able to have someone take your virginity knowing that you’re a virgin is an effective way to do it, right? ”
“I would agree. That’s why I’m here too.” We giggle as I lead her to the bed. We sit down and face each other.
“Okay, so what do you want to do? Don’t say sex because that will lead to pressure and worry.” Greta smiles, trying to get me at ease.
“I like kissing you.” I sound like a teenager at a first boy/girl party, doing the seven minutes in heaven in a closet. I fumble over everything.
“We can do that. I enjoyed it too. Can I ask why you didn’t want to kiss?”
“I thought it was too intimate.”
Greta raises her right eyebrow. “So, you pretty much wanted a wham bam thank you ma’am kind of virgin girl?” I throw my head back and laugh. This woman is something else. “Well,” I sigh, trying to gather the courage to look at her, “I didn’t think of it that way.”
Greta scoots closer to me, making the mattress dip, causing her body to lean into mine.
When I see she closes her eyes, I feel like she wants me to kiss her.
My eyes roam over her face; she’s hesitant because she ultimately knows what it’s going to lead to.
Her lips hover above mine before connecting.
The kiss is gentle. The softness of her lips against mine.
Greta’s taking control is a turn-on. I enjoy kissing her.
Once I break the kiss, I get up and move so I can move Greta onto her back.
I run my hand down her side, and the feel of the satin beneath my palm is cool against my heated skin.
I dig my hands into her hips as she moans into my lips when I do a deep tissue massage on those luscious hips of hers.
Greta moves her hands up to my grey tie and loosens it for me.
She removes it and drops it to the floor.
Greta and I keep kissing as she unbuttons my pink dress shirt, then removes it from my pants.
We break apart, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask her.
“I’m nervous, to be honest. I’ve only ever been to this make-out point. I’ve never seen a man naked.” Greta turns red and tries to hide her face from me.
Placing my hand under her chin, I bring her eyes back to mine. “Don’t be nervous with me. I promise to be as gentle as I can.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Greta beams at me, which lights up the entire room. I’m just as nervous as she is and not sure how to begin.
“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with, okay?
” I try to reassure her just as much as I reassure myself.
Greta nods. Pulling her into my arms so she’s not feeling my hard dick pressing into her, hoping to calm our nerves before we decide to give up on this night.
Absentmindedly, I’m running my hand up and down her arm as I stare up at the ceiling. “Do you want to talk?”
She lifts her head and places her chin on my chest so she’s staring into my eyes. “Your fantasy was not to lie down and chat with a virgin.”
“I don’t want to think about the fantasy.” I look down at her as I continue to rub her arm.
“I don’t know what I’m doing either, and I don’t want to disappoint you.” Greta comments. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we? Two virgins afraid of fucking up our fuck session.” I join her in laughing. “I have a way with words, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.” I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her lips.
“You know, we could have fast sex to get it over with, so we can get the awkwardness out of the way.”
“That actually sounds like an innovative idea.” Greta grins as she rolls out of bed.
I prop myself up on my elbow and stare at her as she undoes the belt of her robe.
I swallow as I see her in this beautiful white gown.
Greta uses her long, trembling fingers to slide the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, as I watch, as it hits the floor.
She’s not wearing a bra; her nipples harden slightly under my gaze.
The lace panties that she’s wearing are just the right amount to be mysterious, hide the parts that I want to be in, and show how she’s completely bare.
The way she rubs her thighs together makes my throat dry.
Fuck, I can’t wait to have the feel of them wrapped around me.
I watch as she tentatively slides the fingers into the waist of her panties.
“Stop!” Holding up my hand, not wanting her to remove them just yet.
I want to sit here admiring the view as I motion for her to remove the panties.
Greta’s standing there, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth as I stare at her as she moves her fingers to the waist of the underwear.
I nod, licking my lips. She shakes her hips seductively as she shimmies her way out of the underwear, garter, and thigh-highs.
Standing, I walk around her to get a full view of her.
I cup her ass cheeks. “Stunning.” She blushes, and I love it.
Her entire body is responsive. I lean into her ear, “Get over to the bed. Lay down and spread your legs,” Greta nods and moves to the bed.
She follows my instructions. “Put the high heels back on. I want to feel them digging into my ass as I fuck you.” Greta’s eyes widen at my request, and she shakes her head.
“This surprises me.” Greta’s voice is full of surprise and excitement. She does as I request.
Standing next to the bed, I’m staring down at this beautiful woman and not sure what I’m going to do first. Do I kiss her? Move down her body, leaving kisses? Suck on her nipples? Or do I go straight to her clit? “Decisions, decisions,” I mutter to myself, moving my eyes up and down her body.
Swallowing hard, I climb on top of her and kiss her.
I’m holding myself above her so I don’t crush her with my body, but our chests are touching, and I can feel her nipples tighten.
I move down her neck with my lips as I slide my right hand down between her legs and play with her clit.
I move my finger in a circular motion with some slight pressure to get her wet.
Greta’s moving her hips up, and I’m not sure if she wants more pressure or me to push my fingers inside her.
“Stop squirming.” I laugh into her neck as I leave feather kisses along her jawline to her lips.
“You’re going to give me an orgasm if you keep this up.” I nibble at her neck and move my finger faster, applying more pressure. “Brandon, slow down.” Greta grabs my wrist.
“I want you to have an orgasm and watch you come undone,” I whisper into her ear before moving down to her breasts.
I suck on her nipple a bit harder than I wanted, but her reaction to the pain has me wanting to explore it more when I get her off a couple more times.
Greta bucks her hips up as she screams my name.
When she comes down from her orgasm, I kiss her hard.
I want her to touch her lips after we part ways tonight and think of me.
Smirking at her, I move my body down between her thighs.
I leave kisses on her thighs before my tongue flicks her clit.
I slide in two fingers, moving them in and out as I continue to flick and nibble her clit.
Greta is panting, “Oh God. Brandon, make me come again. Please don’t stop.
” I add a third finger, and I feel her pussy stretch and flex around me.
Fourth finger goes in, and Greta’s hips are up off the bed.
My tongue moves faster on her clit than I suck on it.
Four fingers slide out of her, then three go in, matching my rhythm of flicking and sucking.
Then Greta freezes, back arching, her high heels digging into my shoulder blades, and screaming my name.
My fingers keep moving as I feel her pussy tightening around them.
Greta flops back onto the bed, panting, her eyes closed, and a sedated look on her face.
Pulling my fingers from her, I stare right into her eyes as I suck Greta’s juices off them.
The smile that reaches her eyes makes a smirk form on my lips.
“You, sir, have too many clothes on.” Greta’s red nail-polished finger moved up and down my body.
I jump off the bed, move to my belt, quickly remove it, then unbutton my jeans.
“Slowly. I want to enjoy my first time seeing a naked man, not on a laptop screen.” She teases, but I do as I’m told.
I remove my jeans and boxer briefs together, so now I’m completely naked in front of her.
My hard cock is in full view for her. Greta licks her lips before swallowing hard.
“Is that going to fit?” My cock is of average size, about five inches, but it has an above-average girth of five and a half inches.
The guys in the college locker room would remind me how average I was.
“I promise you it will. It’s why you’re nice and lubricated, but I can add more to my condom.
” She nods. I lean over to kiss her, “Whatever makes you comfortable. This is about you as much as it is me.” I kiss her again as I walk over to the nightstand that holds the KY jelly and condoms. They think of everything here.
I roll the condom down my shaft. I get back onto the bed and line myself up with her entrance. “Keep your eyes on me.” She nods.
“Go slow, please. Let my body get used to your cock,” Greta quietly says as she pulls her lower lip into her mouth. The moaning from Greta gets louder with each inch inside her. Once fully in, her eyes shut.