Dreams of a Virgin (10 page)

Finally was Valentina. After a long, arduous
labor, she had given me what I had always wanted: a boy. So, I gave
her what she always wanted: a seat at the throne.

Jeff has watched professional wrestling since he was
a kid. So it was only natural that he would dream about it.

Tonight, I wrestled a very tough match
against one of the most hated wrestlers in the business, and won
with a roll-up.

Backstage on the way to the dressing room, I
passed by Raquel, one of the newest female wrestlers. I had seen
her from afar before, but this brush with her drew instant
attraction to her.

She had a match later that evening against
the women’s champion. The champ’s boyfriend was at ringside. After
a ten minute match, she shocked the champ with a DDT and got the
win.

As she was celebrating, the champ attacked
her. Raquel was beat down. The champ’s boyfriend entered the ring
and was holding her while the champ was beating her.

I was watching backstage. This got my
attention and I ran to the entrance ramp. I saw the champ holding
her now while the boyfriend was getting ready to attack her.

I couldn’t stand by and watch a man attack a
woman. I ran down the ramp and dragged him out of the ring. After a
few punches, I threw him into the guardrail.

I went into the ring to check on Raquel. The
champ turned me around and slapped me across the face. As she tried
to do it again, I grabbed her arm. I would never hit a woman, but I
wouldn’t let one hit me either.

The boyfriend recovered and charged the ring.
I stepped out of the way and he tackled the champ. I threw him from
the ring. I then helped Raquel to the back.

We talked for a while backstage. After the
show, we walked back to the ring. The arena was now empty. I lifted
her up to the apron.

Inside the ring, she backed me into the
corner. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.” She leaned in and
kissed me on the cheek.

“No problem. I couldn’t stand by and watch a
man beat a beautiful woman like you.”

She kissed me again, this time on the lips.
Long and hard.

“But now, you’re in trouble, because the Raq
is getting ready to lay the smackdown on your ass.”

She sat me down in the corner. She backed up
to the other corner. She removed her panties, but kept her skirt
on. She then ran toward me. She jumped up and landed on my chest,
leaving me staring at her private area. I rubbed my face back and
forth over the area. I could definitely smell what the Raq was
cookin’.

We both got up, felling a bit better. I was
feeling a lot better.

I said, “I got one question for you. Are you
ready?”

“Oh, I’m ready.”

“I said, ‘Are...you...ready?!’”

“I’m ready!”

I unbuckled my belt. “Then, for the thousands
who were in attendance.” I unbuttoned my pants. “And the millions
who were watching at home”. I unzipped my pants. “And for one very
beautiful woman in particular. L-L-Let’s get ready to suck it!” I
dropped my drawers.

She did just that. She dropped to her knees
and acted like a Hoover, but just to the point where I was about to
explode. All I could think of the whole time was “Woooooooooo!”

At the point of explosion, I pulled out and
stuck my post into her turnbuckle right in the middle of the ring.
She had me pinned to the mat. After several minutes, I tapped
out.

Winning this prize was better than any
championship belt, better than any trophy.

And that’s the bottom line, ‘cause I said so.
And if you ain’t down with that, I got two words for you. KEEP
DREAMING.

What comes around goes around. Jeff had a chance, and
it was taken away from him. Now, he had a chance to take it
back.

My friend Marques threw a New Years’ party.
He invited all of his friends from work and outside of work. They
all brought their wives/girlfriends. On the other hand, I came
alone.

About an hour before midnight, his girlfriend
Sabrina came up to me and walked me into a private room.

“I need to talk to someone. You’re his best
friend. We’ve been dating now for three months, and I’m just not
happy anymore. I want to tell him it’s over, but I’m not sure
how.”

“You seemed happy out there. What’s the
problem?”

“The spark just isn’t there anymore. He never
listens to me. We always do what he wants to do and never what I
want to do.”

“You need to just tell him what’s in your
heart. You deserve to be happy, and don’t let anyone tell you any
different. You are a beautiful person, both on the outside and on
the inside.”

This put a smile on her face. She walked up
to me and kissed me ever so gently on the lips, just barely
touching them. It was still enough to get me excited. She hugged me
and whispered in my ear, “How would you like the chance to make me
happy this weekend?”

This was an opportunity I was more than
willing to jump at. After all, I saw her first.

You see, before she met Marques, she met me.
It was my last day of vacation at Myrtle Beach. I was walking the
beach one last time, soaking in every bit of magic that place had
to offer.

As I walked back to the hotel, I saw Sabrina
sitting on the steps. She could tell I was distraught. She asked
me, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I started to walk away. As I did,
something inside of me snapped. “No, I’m not okay. Today is my last
night here, and I don’t want to leave.”

That response made her laugh. I sat down and
started talking with her. We were really making a connection.

That’s when Marques came in and stuck his
nose in our business. He came here to hook up and didn’t have any
luck with it. He saw I had a genuine chance with her, and it made
him jealous.

From the moment he arrived, he controlled the
conversation and blocked me out of it. After a half hour, he walked
away with her. We had an early flight, and I needed to sleep. He
didn’t care about sleep.

I was just about to ask her for her number,
since she only lived twenty minutes away. Instead, Marques got that
number. The rest was history.

Back at the party, Sabrina made her way back
out in time for her midnight dance. I saw her kiss Marques as I
stood there alone. I also saw her smile at me while she danced with
him. Before I left, she gave me her number.

I took the next few days to plan everything
down to the last minute detail. She wanted me to make her happy,
and I was not about to disappoint.

I reserved a room at a quiet bed and
breakfast out in the country. I told them exactly how I wanted the
room laid out.

On Saturday, I picked her up. She told
Marques she was going to visit her parents for the weekend. He
didn’t get along with them very well, and vice versa. He was more
than willing to let her go alone.

It took us an hour to drive to the bed and
breakfast. We took the hour to talk more about how she felt. I gave
her an hour to vent and to reassure her that everything would work
out.

When we got there, we checked in and went for
a walk. We came across a lake. We sat on a bench overlooking the
lake and continued our talk. This brought back memories of the
beach, only this time no Marques to spoil the moment.

As dusk began, we went back to the room. The
staff had fixed it up as I ordered. I could see her start to cry as
this overwhelmed her.

“You have made me happier than I have felt in
a long time. To show my gratitude, let me make you happy.”

She forced me to the bed and pushed me onto
it. She ripped open my shirt. She unbuckled my belt and yanked off
my pants. From the foot of the bed, she kissed my navel in the same
manner as she kissed me at the party. She started kissing up my
chest, tickling me with each soft kiss.

When she reached my head, she stopped being
gentle. She kissed me hard; she kissed me long.

“I’m gonna butter your biscuit.”

She straddled me and put my sausage inside
her. She moved back and forth, like she was spreading jam on a
piece of toast. I couldn’t look at her. I just soaked in this
moment. I let out a loud moan and shot my man syrup inside her.
This made her let out a load moan.

We spent the rest of the night in each
other’s arms. This is what could have happened a few months ago if
Marques hadn’t stolen her away from me. After tonight, I knew that
I had stolen her from him.

We woke up the next morning in no mood for
breakfast. We didn’t want to lose the feeling we had the night
before. We spent the next half hour trying to recapture that one
moment of perfect bliss. While we enjoyed it, it just couldn’t
compare.

I knew, though, that I would do whatever it
took to not only get that feeling back, but to make it better.

First, she had to break up with Marques.
After our stay, that wouldn’t take long.

We tried numerous times after the breakup,
but nothing could compare. She was happy being with me, so there
was nowhere to go from there.

We did have fun trying, though.

Even the nicest of people has the urge to do
something bad form time to time. Let’s see Jeff’s bad side.

My partner Nathan and I pulled up in front of
St. Joseph’s High School one Friday afternoon. We were driving a
beat-up blue van.

“Okay, Nathan. You know the drill. Little
Miss Vanderich comes out. As soon as she does, you take off. Just
before she gets into her limo, I run out and grab her. As soon as
we get in, you get out of here as fast as you can. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Okay. Put your mask on.”

Both of us put our ski masks on and wait.
3:15. School let out. Everyone was wearing the same outfit at this
all-girls school. White long sleeve blouse. Plaid skirt. Knee high
socks. Black shoes. But it would be hard to miss the daughter of
one of the richest men in the country.

Suddenly, out she came. We took off. We
pulled up next to the limo. I slid the door open, ran out, and
grabbed her. Naturally, she was kicking and screaming. Nonetheless,
I got her into the van and slammed the door. Nathan got away from
there before anyone could get our plate number.

First thing I did was gag her to shut her up.
I tied up her hands and feet. Having secured our prize, I joined
Nathan up front to bask in our triumph. We exchanged high fives and
discussed the ransom.

We pulled into a secluded, abandoned shack. I
carried her in on my shoulders and placed her on a chair. Nathan
made the call to Mr. Vanderich. We knew it would be traced, so I
told Nathan to keep it brief.

“Mr. Vanderich, we have your daughter. She is
safe for now. Her future is up to you.”

“If you’ve harmed even one hair on her head,
I’ll...”

“I told you, she’s okay. If you want to keep
her that way, here’s what you’ll do. You’ll bring twenty million
dollars in small unmarked bills to a phone booth just off I-89.
I’ll be calling there in four hours. If you’re not there, well,
let’s just say I can’t be held responsible for my partner. He’s
grown quite fond of your daughter.” CLICK!

Which was true. I had noticed her hazel eyes,
auburn hair done up in a ponytail, pouting lips. Very well
developed for an eighteen-year-old. I thought Nathan just said that
to make him consider it more. Once he said that, an idea struck
me.

“You know, we’re already being brought up on
kidnapping charges. How much more could they give us for rape? I
mean, I’m not getting it anyway. She can’t turn me down. Why
not?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ah, the hell with you. I’m doing it.”

As I slowly stalked her, she started to cry.
I loosened the gag. She let out a scream. I placed my hand over her
tender lips. My other hand started ripping open her shirt. Under
that was a pair of perky breasts contained in a white
brassiere.

I then knelt down. The screams rang out
again, since I had to remove my hand. I reached under the skirt and
drew her panties toward me.

“I’ll bet you’re a cherry, aren’t you
Angelica? Well, I just love fresh fruit.”

I placed my head between her silky soft legs.
She squeezed together. I spread them apart. As lightly as I could,
I kissed the inside of each upper thigh. I heard the screams quiet
down. I then proceeded to the ripe fruit. I ran my tongue very
slowly around the vertical smile. With each lap, her screams turned
to moans. My tongue slipped inside. I heard a very loud gasp. So, I
went with it. My tongue started fluttering like a hummingbird’s
wings. As I did this, I massaged her thighs. This went on for
another few minutes.

After pleasuring her, it was time to pleasure
myself. I took out my pocket knife. I unfastened the front of her
bra. I sliced off each strap to expose those teenage breasts. As I
said before, for her age, she was well developed. Holding one as I
would a cantaloupe, I kissed it gingerly. Grasping it more firmly,
I licked around the nipple in very slow circles. I started sucking
on the nipple, like a baby breast-feeding.

Since I’d tasted her fruit, now I showed her
my banana, also fully ripe. The two met when my banana entered her.
After a couple minutes, juices started flowing. As this happened, I
tasted the one part of her that I hadn’t yet: her lips. My tongue
ran across the top, then the bottom. Our lips met, and I tasted the
middle. As I thought from the beginning, Angelica Vanderich was a
very tasty dish from the first course through dessert.

A couple hours later, Nathan called the phone
booth. It rang three times. No answer. Nathan was going to hang up
after one more ring. RING!

“Vanderich.”

“About time. Okay. Are you alone? If you
brought cops, she’s history.”