Olivia Spurgeon has been a good girl
her entire life. Her friends have called her Spurgeon the Virgin since 9th
grade. Why? Because everyone in her group of friends had already lost there
virginity by then. Over the past four years it has been like a foreign object
attached to her and even named it something simple.
Virginity.
Now, she's a freshman in college and
still hasn't done the deed. All three of her roommates do not have Virginity
attached to them and they aren't scared to show it off. Olivia is jealous. She
wants what they are having, feeling. One day she finally decides that she
doesn't want Virginity attached to her anymore and begins the journey of
shedding it.
Excerpt
I
set my cup to the side and leaned in to him. I gently kissed his lips that were
sweet from the wine. My mind had shut off. There were no tumultuous thoughts or
conflicting emotions like there had been last night. I was completely in the
moment with him… Alone with him.
I
gently pulled back from him and looked seriously into his eyes. I studied his
face, and his hair, touching them gently as if they were made of porcelain. I
leaned back in to kiss his neck and breathe no words but just my desire into
his ear. His arms tightened around my waist and he pulled his breath in quickly
as he pulled me on top of him. I was nervous. My body seemed to know what it
wanted. My hands grasped his hair as our lips met. I felt myself pull closer
and closer to him, my hips grinding gently against his. In one motion I sat up, still straddling him
and pulled the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. I didn’t feel
self-conscious or awkward. I felt excited and confident and I wanted him to
feel that way too. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his perfectly defined
chest. I leaned back down and felt all the blood in my body race as the warmth
of our bodies connected.
As
we kissed, I reached down and, a little clumsily, unbuttoned his pants and
gently pulled the zipper down. This was it. I was ready. I wanted to lose my
virginity here, with this man, right now. It wasn’t the alcohol. It was him,
Ryder Dawson. He was the man worthy enough.
"Are
you sure?" he asked.
About the Author
I'm an LA girl who lives in San
Francisco. I'm currently working a 9 to 5 joh but decided to write my own book
in January 2013 instead of watching television. My new years resolution. I'm
glad that I've finally ready to release it after 8 months of working on it!
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