Dreams of a Virgin (2 page)

We lay down on her bed. I pulled off her
panties. She pulled down my BVD’s. I inserted my now erect penis
into her and proceeded to make love. I unfastened her bra. I draped
it down over her shoulders. I was about to expose her breasts.

That’s when the alarm went off and woke me
up. Thanks a lot!

I tried to fall back asleep after hitting the
snooze button, but alas, Kimberly was gone.

Most people dread blind dates, the fear of
the unknown. Some work. Most don’t. Here is Jeff’s ideal blind
date.

I had been on a few blind dates in my life.
None of them had ever turned out well. My expectations were shot
down.

That’s why I was so surprised when my friend
Michael called me up one Saturday.

“Hey Jeff. What’s up?”

“Not much, Michael. How about you?”

“Okay. Listen, I’m calling because I met this
great woman last week. We’ve been talking every day.”

“That’s great.”

“Yeah. Well, anyway, she’s got a sister who’s
perfect for you.” I’ve heard this before. I knew what he was going
to say next.

“She’s got a nice personality.” She’s
ugly.

“She’s fun to be around.” She’s very
ugly.

“And she’s very nice.” Unbelievably ugly.

“So, what do you think? You want to go out
with her Saturday?”

Since I hadn’t had a date in six months, I
agreed. I figured, “What did I have to lose? She might be
alright.”

I had a week to think about it. Or a week to
back out of it. No, I decided to go through with it. She couldn’t
be that bad.

Michael called me Monday. “Hey, Jeff. I
talked to Emily. She said her sister Tiffany would love to go out
with you.” She’s desperate.

All week I tried to picture what she looks
like. 5' tall. 185 pounds. Not pretty. Boring.

Before I knew it, it was Saturday. Michael
picked me up. We were going to go on a double date. We arrived at
their house. Emily answered the door and hugged Michael. Michael
introduced me to Emily.

“Nice to meet you, Jeff.”

“Likewise.”

“Tiffany’s almost ready. C’mon in.”

Five minutes later, Tiffany entered the room.
All my visions were clearly distorted. Brownish hair halfway down
her back. Hazel eyes. Ruby red lips. The cutest dimples. 5' 5".
About 130 pounds. Pink blouse. White skirt, knee high. An angelic
voice.

“Hi, Jeff.”

“Hi.” I was nervous. She was everything I had
hoped for and nothing I expected.

We talked all the way to the restaurant.
Turned out we had a lot in common.

At the restaurant, we sat together in a
booth. I ordered for me and Tiffany. Then, Michael and I went to
the restroom.

“So, what do you think?” Michael asked
me.

“She’s great. I can’t believe it. She seems
to be hanging on my every word. Thanks, Michael.”

“Glad to hear it, Jeff. I knew it would
work.”

As we went back to the table, Emily and
Tiffany were staring at us. Apparently, they missed us.

When we went to the movies, I asked Michael
if we could sit separately. He said okay. Michael and Emily sat in
one section. Tiffany and I sat in another.

When the movie started, I felt her hand on my
leg. In response, I put my arm around her. She started blowing in
my ear. I knew then that before the night was over, things would
get out of control.

As the movie ended, her head was resting on
me. I thought she was asleep.

I asked Michael to drop me and Tiffany off at
my house. I’d drive her back. This would let Michael and Emily be
alone. I knew Tiffany would want this.

So, holding hands, we walked to my house. We
sat on the sofa. I offered her a soda. I went to the kitchen to
grab two cans of Coke. On the way back, I dimmed the lights.

I gave her the soda. She said maybe later.
She grabbed my hands.

“You know, Emily described you to me, but I
had no idea you were so cute.”

“I thought the same thing about you.”

She drew me closer. “And so interesting.”

Closer. “And sexy.”

As she drew me still closer, our lips met. I
pulled back at first. Then, I kissed her. From there, I think she
misinterpreted my actions.

She started getting even friskier. She
started to unbutton her blouse.

“Whoa. Wait a minute. I’m not that type of
guy.”

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like me?”

“Of course I do. I’m just not ready for that
yet.”

“Sure you are. You just don’t know it.”

She proceeded to run her fingers through my
hair. She scissored my leg with hers. She whispered in my ear.

“You know you want me, you sexy stud,
you.”

I gave in. I finished unbuttoning her blouse.
She started on my pants. I took off her blouse as she took off my
pants.

“I know you might not be ready for sex, so
I’ll try something else.”

She took down my boxers. She then proceeded
to put my Woodrow in her mouth and treated it like a Tootsie Roll
Pop. Except there was no chewy center.

I orgasm instantly. I’d never had sex, but
this felt better than anything I’d ever felt before. I could feel
her tongue glide up one side and down the other. Suddenly, I
freaked. Something squirted into her mouth. She treated it like no
big deal.

I took it out, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tiffany, that’s the best feeling I’ve ever
had.”

“Me too, Jeff. I’ve never met anyone like
you. I think I love you.”

“I think I love you, too.”

Just then, I woke up, with a tight grip on my
unit and a smile on my face. I knew this was too good to be
true.

Ever had a day so bad that the least little thing
would send you over the edge? Well, Jeff did.

Today was a really bad day for me. I lost a
major account at work which might have cost me a partnership. I got
a speeding ticket trying to get there on time. My refrigerator
broke down. My girlfriend told me she cheated on me with a younger
man.

At least it was Friday. I was going to spend
the weekend at my cabin in the country. This way, I could put all
my bad thoughts behind me. Away from the rest of the world.

Of course, it was pouring rain. My bags were
packed and ready to go. It took me an hour to get to my cabin. I
was leaving before it got dark.

I was driving along, listening to a little
Kenny G. Suddenly, I came to a screeching halt.

There was a soaking wet woman in the middle
of the road. Brunette. About 5' 7". Mid 20's. Very pretty. I pulled
off to the side and rolled down my window.

“Thanks for stopping. My car broke down. Can
you give me a ride to the next town so I can get a tow?”

“Sure. No problem. Hop in.”

She did, and we were off.

“Hi. My name’s Sarah.”

“Jeff.” Suddenly something in me snapped. My
ex-girlfriend’s name was Sarah. My ex-girlfriend was a brunette.
Her voice sounded very similar.

“So, where you going?”

“To my cabin in the woods for the
weekend.”

“Oh. Sounds relaxing.”

The rest of the trip we talked. Only one
thought was on my mind: revenge. Revenge against my Sarah.

We turned onto a dirt road that leads to my
cabin. She got a puzzled look on her face.

“Where are we going?”

“I figured you could call for a tow from my
cabin.”

“Okay. That’ll work.”

Of course, I had other intentions. We got out
and headed for the cabin. It was still raining. I unlocked the
door.

“Go on in.”

After we were in, I locked the door. She
picked up the phone. I took the phone from her hand and slammed it
down.

“What are you doing?”

I smacked her across the face hard, knocking
her unconscious. Just what I’d like to do to the other Sarah.

When she came to, she was tied to a bed which
was propped up vertically against the wall. Her hands were tied to
her sides. Her legs were spread apart. She started screaming.

“Help! Help!”

“Scream all you want. No one can hear you out
here.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

I had a crazed look in my eyes. I started to
kiss softly around her face, from cheek to cheek. She started to
cry. I ran my finger across her lips. She tried to bite me, but
missed.

Now, I got out a pair of scissors. As I
approached her, she knew what I was going to do and cried harder
and screamed louder. I cut the buttons off her blouse one at a
time, slowly. I cut up the sleeves to remove the blouse. She was
wearing a white lace see-through bra.

I proceeded to her jeans. I started on the
outside of her right leg and slowly started upward. As I reached
the top, I struggled to get through. That’s when I noticed she was
wearing a belt. I unbuckled it and removed it. I moved to the left
leg. Slowly, I sheared the denim. I finally got through and removed
the garment.

She was wearing white lace French panties.
Her legs were incredible. She continued to cry. Her voice was
quieter from all the screaming.

I then planted one square on the lips, hard
and long. She resisted me. I took the scissors and cut her bra
straps. I cut the middle of the bra. I pulled back each side. Her
pale white breasts were so beautiful.

I proceeded to what’s left: the panties. I
started cutting the right side, then the left. I pulled from the
front. Her sprout was beautifully shaven. She was now buck
naked.

I started from her face and tenderly kissed
down her neck, her side, her hips, and outside her right leg. I
started up the inside of her leg. The closer I got to the top, the
less scared she got and the more excited she got.

I skipped the happy spot, teasing her. I
started down the inside of the left leg. I started up the outside
of the leg, her hips, her waist.

As I reached her breasts, I gently licked
around each nipple. She got more turned on. I then kissed her
cleavage. Finally, I worked my way back to her face. I inserted my
tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Now, she didn’t bite me.

I’d given her enough fun. Now it was my turn.
I unbuckled and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down. I was
already at attention. I pulled down my briefs. As I moved toward
her, she started to cry again.

I grabbed hold of her and kissed her. My
Cyclops found its way in. It couldn’t make up its mind. It kept
wanting to go in and out. She didn’t care. She was enjoying it too
much. So was I.

Five minutes later, I was finished. Both of
us were satisfied and exhausted. That was when reality hit me
between the eyes to what I did. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself,
“What have I done? I raped this poor innocent woman. But it was
good.”

I tried to sleep it off, but I couldn’t get
the vision out of my head. My actions haunted my dreams. I was a
criminal. I got very little sleep.

I woke up, thinking it’s all a bad dream.
There she was, tied up like I left her.

“Hi, Honey.” Surprisingly, she is happy.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I just
broke up with my girlfriend, and I took it out on you. You look and
sound like her. Your name’s even the same. Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you. Besides, I like it rough. No
one’s ever done anything like this to me. I admit I was scared at
first. Just because I didn’t know what was happening.”

“That still doesn’t make up for what I
did.”

“My old boyfriends, they didn’t care. They
were in and out in two minutes. They didn’t treat me like you did,
with the kisses and all. I like that.”

“So, you’re not going to press charges?”

“No. The only thing I want to press is my
lips against you.”

I didn’t believe it. After all I’d done to
her, kidnapping, assault, rape, she still wanted to be with me.

I untied one leg. Just as I did, the leg rose
up and kicked me in the jewels. I doubled over in pain.

“You asshole! Like I’m really going to forget
this. As soon as I get free, you’re going to jail.”

When I recovered, I tied her legs together. I
untied her hands from the bed. I bound her hands together. I tied
the rope from her hands to her feet, so she was bent over.

I unleashed my trouser snake on her rear. She
screamed as it entered and left her bunghole. I screamed too.

“How you like it?! Huh?! You want to kick me
in the jewels? I’ll show you. Who’s your daddy?”

“Ow! That hurts!”

“Who’s your daddy?”

“You are!”

“That’s right, bitch.”

I realized that she would never love me. I
had to keep her from telling anyone what happened. So, still tied
up, I took her down the hill to the lake and threw her in.

They would never be able to trace her to me.
I’d never met her before. No one ever came up to this lake.

I spent the rest of the weekend trying to put
this behind me. Looking back, I had only one regret. I wished this
was the other Sarah.

What if you knew you had a limited time to live?
Would you want to leave a part of you behind? What would you
do?

I had been experiencing severe migraine
headaches for almost a week now. I put off going to the doctor for
as long as I could. It finally got to the point where I could wait
no longer.

I had the doctor do a series of tests on me,
including a CAT scan and X-rays. I was told that I would have the
results in a few days.

Several days later, I got the call from my
doctor.

“Jeff, I have some bad news for you. The CAT
scan revealed a tumor lodged near your brain. It’s about the size
of a marble. Unfortunately, we cannot operate on it.”

“Okay, doc. So, how long do I have?”

“That depends if it’s malignant or benign.
Right now, my guess would be several months. We would need to do
some more tests to know for sure.”