Me and Colleen Virgin No More



   It happened out of nowhere.  Colleen called me.  It has been five years
since I last saw her.  At work she would visit me in my office every day.
Part of her must have known she gave me a hard-on.  Short skirt hugging her
fine apple bottom and a matching top clinging tightly to her perfect C-cup
tits, that's what she wore.  What heterosexual male wouldn't get an
erection with her sitting sixteen inches away?!



   And, that she was a proud and unashamed to admit virgin...  yeah, that's
not the least bit thrilling...!



   Since I retired five years ago I hadn't heard from or seen anyone with
whom I once worked.  So, to say I was surprised by her phone call would be
saying the very least.



   ``Hi,'' she chirped, happily, coquettish as always, ``it's Colleen... 
remember?'' Did I remember?!  Firm thighs, big frame but every bit of it a
woman.  Dark brown hair, bright eyes with a smile to match.  Too damn much
make-up.  I used to chide her all the time.  She'd tell me she wore heavy
make-up on her face because she [at 30-something] still had an acne
problem. I'd tell her she has bad pores because she's wearing too much
make-up and she's wearing it heavy.



   Colleen has an organized mind but she's not very clever.  And, the dogma
of her religion has left her too innocent, too closed-minded.  Still, she's
so very much attractive, I was starting to get wood just thinking of her. I
couldn't stop myself from imagining her strong hips riding my cock. 
Couldn't stop wondering what those magnificent globes would feel like in my
hands, my mouth....



   ``Um, yeah, shure,'' I stammered, ``how're you?'' I'm sure I couldn't
hide either my distraction or my surprise.



   ``I'm good.  How're you?'' ``Fine.  So, what's up?'' ``Oh, nuthin'..,
really.  Well.., maybe.., would you like to take me out tonight?''
``Tonight?'' ``Too short notice?'' ``Uh, no.., not too short.., I'd luv to
take you out tonight.''



   We spoke a few more moments.  I told her which movie I had planned to
attend and where I intended to have dinner.  She agreed and asked me to
pick her up.  I told her ``certainly'' and, ``I'll be there at six, give us
time to get to the restaurant.  We may have to wait for a bit.'' ``That's
okay.  I'll be ready.''



   Given her nature, that oh-so-lady-like nature, I doubted very much she'd
be ready when I arrived to pick her up.  I fully expected her mother [with
whom she still lived] to be waiting to greet me, meet me, interview me, at
the front door while I waited for Colleen to come down.



   Time would prove my conjecture correct.



   My day proceeded without incident, a bit of reading and some business
then home for a shit, shave and shower.  By the time I'd finished my shower
I realized Colleen had most likely become aware of my financial holdings.
I'd left work without the usual fanfare, no farewell party, no goodbyes...
I went in to work on my last day with no one but myself, my supervisor and
my administrator aware it would be my last day.



   The arrangements to cash-out my pension had been made four weeks
earlier. At that time, I gave my notice.  And, two weeks later I had a
trust fund, a house, and a new name...  but I only notified most people
[Colleen among them] of my new phone number.  Very few people had chosen to
call me.  And, fewer still, have ever cared for an invitation to my home.



   Still, those with even modest wealth all too often become fodder for
public gawking and inquisition.  But, I had no more reason now than ever to
answer inquiry from strangers.  ``No Comment;'' and, ``None Of Your Damn
Business,'' were heard as often and as curtly as ``Yes'' or ``No.'' Much
speculation and falsehood has been written and broadcast of me.

   And, I'd been in the news a time or two, interviews , public
appearances, dedications and the like.  Each time, identified with my new
name [of course], pictured for the public eye.  So, several people have
discovered the new me...  evidently, now Colleen had as well.



   When I arrived at her house, it was six pm on the dot.  I pulled the car
into the driveway, parked and turned it off.  When I got out of the car I
engaged the security system and set the ignition to engage in ten minutes.
I walked the path from the driveway to the front door.



   The house is a typical two story single family home.  It has a pale
blue-pink color with lilac trimming the doors and windows.  The door of the
two car garage has a line of windows near the top.  Those have white trim
to the yellow-white of the door.



   Colleen and her mother share a fancy for bright sweet flowers.  Their
choice of coloring for the house is an announcement of that fancy.  In the
center of the front lawn is a modest tree, a type typical of the region,
leafless now and of a height just less than that of the house.  Around the
tree is a circular wall of stone, which can just be seen under the covering
of snow.  I surmised, beneath the snow and within that stone circle is [in
the spring] some sort of flower garden...  no doubt their lawn is green
too.



   At the door, I pressed the button to ring the bell.  An old woman,
dressed and made-up to appear twenty years younger [as if to be Colleen's
sister rather than mother], answered the door.  ``Hello,'' she said, her
voice was indistinct.  I answered her in kind and introduced myself.  She
invited me in and I stepped over the threshold, entering the house.



   The old woman closed the door behind me, saying, ``I'm Colleen's mother,
Sara.  May I take your coat?'' I removed my coat and handed it to her.  She
took it and hung it in the closet, set under a staircase.  We were standing
in the foyer, a small table was set to the right of the door.  The table
caught my attention because it reminded me of an old desk, the type one
might have found in an elementary school classroom in the 30s and 40s.



   The staircase ran it's course about four feet forward of the desk.  A
doorway lay in the wall between the desk and the staircase, through it I
clearly saw a sitting room.  I noticed hinges were still on the frame, a
door had once been there.  ``That's the family room dear,'' Sara said,
taking my elbow, ``We'll go into the living room.  This way.'' What lay
beyond the stairs, up the stairs or in the sitting room was to remain a
mystery.



   The living room encompassed the entire left side of the house.  A short
two by six wall, no longer than the front door is wide, ran from the front
wall, a buttress to hold an opened front door.  Beyond the end of that
buttress, a great expanse ran the length of what could be thought of as a
central corridor, hallway...  but for a bit of wall about ten feet from the
back of the house.  Clearly, this new wall marked a corner, the edge of
some new room.



   However, stepping through the expanse, it was obvious whatever type of
room lay at the back of the house, it is small.  From front to back, the
left side of the house was most certainly a living room.  A fireplace with
marble [or pseudo marble] dominated the center of the outside wall.  A bay
window with a bench for sitting occupied the front wall.



   Two sofas were set in the center of the room, one on either side of the
fireplace.  At the arms of the sofas were set half-moon shaped tables.  I
walked into the room, Sara leading me by the elbow, and took a seat on the
sofa to the left of the fireplace.  I sat at the end nearest the fireplace,
turning slightly, affording myself a view of the staircase.  Sara took a
seat on the opposite coach, adjacent to my seated position.  So, while
speaking with her I would still be able to watch for Colleen's descent.



   The living room floor was carpeted with a thick, soft, yellow-pink
fiber. All the furniture was set on some type of octagonal caster,
displacing weight and suppressing carpet damage.  Behind the couch on which
I sat was set a bookcase as high and long as the couch itself.  I supposed
a matching bookcase was set behind the opposing couch.



   ``Colleen'll be down in a minute,'' Sara said, as we sat.  ``Can I get
you anything while we wait?'' ``No.., thank you.'' ``Colleen tells me you
worked with her.  But, you're retired now.'' ``Yes.'' ``Kind'a young to be
retired.  How did you manage it.'' ``As part of a life plan I developed at
fourteen, I lived modestly; spent frugally; saved earnestly; invested
wisely; and, worked dutifully.  I retired at 35, with the end of the 20th
Century, as planned.'' ``Oh?  And, what do you do now?'' ``I'm a writer.''
``Make a good living doing that?'' ``I do well enough.  And, I've got the
trust fund I built during my first career.'' ``Part of the plan?''
``Yes....''



   The usual bull shit followed for several minutes.  Thankfully, before
things became uncomfortable, before I could become rude, Colleen came
walking down the stairs.



   I first noticed her stockinged legs, firm and strong, well defined and
most alluring in the nude-colored coverings.  On her feet she wore black
colored low-heeled shoes.  As she descended the stairs, I caught the scent
of her sweet ginger perfume.  And, the sight of her red skirt, cut just to
the knee, sent my mind racing to my loins.



   She wore a red-white sweater, clinging enviously to her sweet tits.  The
sweaters sleeves were elbow length and it lay flat and light atop her
midsection, coming to rest just over her waist.  I rose from the couch,
``Excuse me, Sara,'' and walked to the staircase.  ``Hello, Colleen,''
extending my hand to her.  She took it and I walked with her to the closet.



   ``You're gonna be cold in that outfit,'' I lightly mocked, indicating,
with my finger, the skirt and stockings, ``But, you look wonderful.''
``Thanks.., you keep me close, I'll be warm enough.'' She blushed slightly
as she turned to get her long winter coat from the closet.  ``I have to say
goodbye to the girls,'' she said, buttoning the last button of her coat.



   ``I've got them,'' Sara said, only now joining us in the foyer.  In her
arms she carried two small white dogs.  A third dog, brown and bigger than
the others, walked beside her.  Colleen kissed the two little ones, cooing
in a baby sort of talk as she did.  Then she squatted, giving the bigger
dog a pat and peck.



   We said goodbye to her mother and left the house.  Colleen took hold of
my arm as we walked along the path and across the driveway to my car.  The
car was already running, the defroster successfully melting away all
accumulated snow.



   ``Wow,'' Colleen exclaimed, ``This Is Your Car?!'' When I last saw her I
was driving a simple Chevy sedan.  Now I drive a luxury Cadillac SUV,
specially modified.  I walked her to the passenger door, opened it [my
fingerprints immediately bypassing the always-on security system] and held
her hand as she stepped up and into the vehicle to settle into the
passenger seat.



   I closed the door and walked around to the other side of the vehicle. 
Once inside the car, I settled into the driver's seat.  Pressing the
ignition button on the forward panel, the vehicle came fully to life.  The
radio engaged, seatbelts engaged, exterior lights came-on and the
navigational assistant announced our present location.



   My hands on the steering wheel engaged the computer programmed automatic
seat and mirrors...  settling me comfortably into place and my mirrors
positioned for optimal visual acuity.  All during these procedures, a time
span of mere moments, Colleen uttered expressions of awe.



   The navigational assistant inquired, ``Destination as recorded?''
``Yes,'' I replied.  I drove the SUV from the driveway and [taking cues
from the navigational assistant] on to a popular Greek restaurant about six
miles from Colleen's house.  Dinner reservations were set for seven, it was
now six-thirty.



   During the drive to the restaurant, we spoke very little.  Comments were
limited to general health and activities, some work related queries too.  I
was amused with her effort to avoid the topics of banking and equity.



   As I parked the car, she told me, ``I've never heard of this place.''
``It used to be located near central Monroe but the rent became too high.
And, new construction on the East or West sides is less expensive and the
building permit is easier to obtain.  So, they moved here.  I suppose you
haven't `heard of it' because they don't advertise on television.  And, you
don't listen to the radio or actually read the newspaper.'' I noticed she
bit her lip a bit then.



   I got out of the car, closed my door and walked around to her door,
opening it.  ``Shall we dine, milady?'' She giggled, lightly.  But, whether
she was truly amused or simply being coy, I couldn't discern.



   Inside the restaurant, I was welcomed by name.  I introduced Colleen. 
We were taken to the table reserved for me, near the back, away from
windows but with the front door and restaurant patrons in unobstructed
view.



   ``I'll bring your calamari and soda in a few moments, Frank.  What would
you like to drink, miss?'' ``Um.., diet cola, I guess.''



   Appetizers and sodas were served.  Dinner was ordered, with a bit of a
fuss from the timid virgin.  Dinner was eaten, with great hesitation from
the modest innocent.  I had dessert and coffee, she passed.  I paid the
check with my bank card but left seven one dollar coins on the table for a
tip.



   We left the restaurant one hour prior to the beginning of the movie. 
The drive to the theater took 20 minutes.  The church wench lost her
composure, questioning with awe-filled voice, the dinner tab and the tip. I
humbly answered, teasing her with restraint.



   Parking near the theater's front door, we walked with her holding my
elbow.  The wind had picked-up a bit and the temperature was dropping.  My
favorite virgin wrapped her coat about herself tightly and pressed it to
her belly.  She hid her face from the wind, pressing it into my arm.  I
felt a warmth rise in my groin.



   I walked us into the theater, passed the box office, right to the
concession stand.  She cooed, ``Can we share?'' ``If you like.., but you
can get your own if you'd rather.'' ``No.  I'd kind'a rather share.'' So,
we would share a large soda and a large popcorn.  The attendant (a lovely
young thing, jail-bait) carried our goods for us, trailing behind as I led
the way to the elevator.



   Using my key, I engaged the elevator system to the balcony seating.  A
quick trip from the elevator to the auditorium, then we sat and the
attendant placed our goods on the service tray attached to the balcony
railing before us.  I tipped the attendant and she left us.



   ``This is nice,'' Colleen cooed, admiring the love seat upon which we
sat.  ``Yeah.'' The balcony area was entirely private, two love seats on
each side.  The projection room was just over our heads.  From the
auditorium seats, the balcony appeared to be a hole cut into the back wall.



   During the film my hoped-for conquest loosened-up some.  Her hand freely
roamed over my legs and crotch.  She shifted her skirt up from her knee, as
if it were stuck to the seat.  She even turned slightly, pressing her tit
into me.  Her breath caressed my face.  My dick certainly responded.



   Colleen seemed to enjoy my fidgeting, adjustments to my erecting cock.
Throughout the film I was pleased with this wenches efforts.  On another
type of man, perhaps one less predisposed to her attention, her amateurish,
hesitant movements would have seemed amusing.  I found them empowering. 
This dark haired, sweet smelling, attractive, dogma minded woman was
debasing herself without a word or movement of encouragement from me... 
save my growing dick.



   As the film concluded, I tested her intentions.  I turned toward her,
placing my left hand under her sweater and releasing my belt with my right
hand.  Her breast was warm and supple in my left hand as my lips moved
toward her lips.  We kissed, lightly.  Then, with barely a breath between,
we kissed tightly.  My pants became unfastened, my right hand still at
work.



   I shook a bit, my pants dropping away from my waist without leaving the
seat.  Her nipple hardened between my thumb and index finger.  Her lips
were moist on mine.  I moved my right hand to her knee.  With little
encouragement, her thighs parted, my hand excepted the invitation.  Her
mound was cupped in my right hand, the cotton of her panties between my
palm and her petals.

   The movie's credits continued to roll but the house lights were
coming-up.  My cock was full-on hard.  Colleen's flesh was warm, her breath
was short.  We ceased our tantalizing behavior.  Exiting the balcony,
Colleen carried her coat and walked quickly toward the bathrooms.  I
remained behind to clear our trash, straighten my attire and don my coat.



   When I arrived at the restroom door, she was standing near the elevator,
tucked into a corner, her face in shadow.  Whether her renewed modesty was
the result of our sexual preamble or the unisex lavatory I did not know,
nor honestly care.



   After relieving myself [you know how it is when you're hard but don't
shoot your load] I freshened-up at the sink then exited.  Colleen quietly
took my elbow as we waiting for the elevator to respond.  Neither of us
wore our coats closed.  We didn't speak...  but we walked very quickly.



   Settled into the car, she reached for my arm as I was about to take hold
of the wheel, ``Wait.., um,'' turning away slightly, ``do you,'' becoming
less audible, ``maybe, wanna go somewhere....'' ``Somewhere?  You mean,
like to finish what we started?'' ``yes.., if you....'' ``Absolutely.  But,
don't be thinking you can say no.  If you're gonna change your mind, now's
the time,'' I declared, taking her face in my hand and directing her
attention on me.  ``Understand?'' I asked.  ``Yes.  I won't change my
mind.''



   I could've been charming, taken her to my place...  but, I wasn't in the
mood to be charming.  I drove to a nearby hourly motel....



   I offered her first use of the bathroom, she accepted.  She took nearly
ten minutes to make herself presentable.  While she busied herself in the
bathroom, I set the lighting, locked the door hung our coats on the rack
behind the door.  And, I undressed...  completely.  ``OH!'' she cried,
leaving the bathroom in her bra and patties, her sweater, nylons and skirt
dangled over one arm, her shoes carried in the hand of the other.



   I smiled, walking toward her, my semi-hard prick slightly ahead of me.
She stood frozen in the doorway.  I took her shoes from her with my left
hand, then, with my right, led her to the edge of the bed.  She became
immediately uncomfortable, blushing and withdrawing from the edge of the
bed, pulling away from my hand.  ``Relax,'' I soothed, ``it's just a cock.
Guess you've never seen a grown man naked.'' I leaned toward her, pecked
her cheek with my lips.  ``I'll be out in a bit.''



   Unlike my coquette frail, I urinated and washed without closing the
bathroom door.  She hadn't moved from the bed's edge but she had turned her
head away.  ``Too late to change your mind, Colleen.'' I stepped to the
bed's edge and took her clothes from her.  I took her shoes from the bed,
beside her leg where I'd set them before going into the bathroom earlier. I
brought her things over to the dresser near the bathroom door, beyond the
foot of the bed, carefully laying them on top.



   Returning to the bed, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pressed her
supine.  I sat beside her, bending forward to kiss her.  ``Open your eyes,
or don't.., you're gettin' fucked.'' I growled.  She opened her eyes,
``Can't you turn off the lights.'' ``Could, won't.'' I kissed her more
fiercely and pulled her bra off her tits without unfastening it.



   I took her left tit in my mouth and fondled the other with my right
hand. ``Put your hand on my dick.., that's my cock.., that thing between my
legs.  You know?'' She reached for it slowly.  ``Do It,'' I barked.  Her
hand was soft, warm and shy...  but my prick rose and thickened.  ``That's
it,'' I uttered, ``hold it.., stroke it.  Don't squeeze.  Hold it.  Rub it.
Make it grow.''



   Her nipple, areola, the entire left breast glistened with the wetness
from my mouth.  My right hand had made her right tit warm and pink.  I
moved us toward the middle of the bed then slid down to remove her panties
and spread her legs wide.  ``Play with your tits.'' ``I..?'' ``Rub them
hun. Rub them, squeeze them.  Just relax,'' I said, moving upward alongside
her.  My hands worked her flesh, warming it.  ``Just Relax,'' I repeated,
moving to her mound.



   Colleen began to take my instruction.  Her own tits obviously unfamiliar
to her hands.  I lifted her legs, hooking her knees over my shoulders, and
pressed my mouth to her pussy.  I put my lips and tongue to work on her
folds.  ``OH.'' she started.  ``Yum,'' I teased.  I licked and nibbled at
her petals.  I suckled her juice, as from fruit.  My hands worked over her
thighs.  Her hands worked her tits in mimicry to the work being done to her
thighs.  Her bra remained clasped about her abdomen.  I took my hands from
her thighs, long enough to free it.



   She began to moan and writhe.  I devoured her fruit.  A single finger
worked inside her pussy with my tongue.  I diddle her twat until she
shuddered with orgasm.  As she settled, I removed myself from my cloistered
position, cupping my hand to her running cunt.  Alongside her, I kissed her
forehead, working my lips toward hers.  I smiled.  She smiled.  We Kissed.



   I removed my hand from her pussy.  I licked a glistening finger,
smacking the delight loudly.  Then, I placed a second finger to her lips,
``lick it.  Taste your cunt.'' She shyly stuck her tongue out, her eyes
questioning me.  I pushed my finger into her mouth, ``take it, like a
popsicle.'' She sucked my finger, savoring it.



   The remaining fingers each had a turn.



   We lay together.  Kissing.  Touching.  Exploring.  The time came when I
simply lay still while she studied my anatomy...  with lips, tongue, hands
and fingers.  But, her examination was reserved to my top.  My dick got
little attention beyond a viewing.  And, by backside was not wanted.



   Then I took my turn.  I worked her over, no voyeur am I.  Her flesh was
pink and supple beneath my experienced hands.  Her twat was moistening in
moments.  I rolled her over, giving her backside the attention I wanted her
to give mine.  When my hands touched her ass she moaned so loudly she
laughed with embarrassment.  Moments later, when my tongue wormed into her
hole, she squirmed, clenched and giggled.



   My tongue worked her rectal cavity with earnest.  Her hands developed a
mind of their own, working her tits and pussy in a frenzy.  Her orgasm was
near as I inserted a finger into her asshole.  I finger fucked her ass
until she cried with orgasm.

   ``My God!'' Colleen screamed.  ``OH God.'' ``Good, huh?'' ``JEEZUS.  I
DOHN't Buhleeve It!'' I couldn't help but giggle at her utterances.  The
scent of her juice filled the air as it poured from her womanhood, staining
the sheets.



   I lay in the center of the bed, smiling broadly.  She lay prone,
breathing heavily into the pillow.  Then she moved to me, turning on her
side, draping a leg over my leg and an arm on my chest.  ``What're you
smilin at?'' she asked coyly, ``Liked it, huh?'' ``You know it.  And, we
haven't even gotten to the best part.'' ``You said you'd fuck me.'' ``You
bet.'' ``Can I,'' she spoke, reaching for my softening [but not yet spent
dick], ``I mean, do you....'' ``If you want me to use a condom, I will. 
But, I'm clean...  and I'm sterilized.'' ``I won't get pregnant?'' ``Not by
me.  More importantly, you wont' get any bugs.., especially the fatal
kind.'' ``oh,'' disappointment obvious in her voice....



   Well, at the time I thought it was embarrassment....



   ``Relax a minnit,'' I said, getting up from the bed, ``I gotta pee.''
Again I used the lavatory without closing the door.  When I once again lay
on the bed, she rose, ``My turn.'' Surprisingly, Colleen didn't close the
door this time...  at least not all the way.



   She sat on the bed.  Her knees bed, tucking her legs under her ass.  She
was pressed against my thigh and facing me.  I reached for her face,
drawing it toward me.  We kissed.  ``Stroke it,'' I told her, ``rub my
fucking cock.'' Colleen's hand was already making it's move.  We kissed.  I
fondled her tits, one in each hand.  Her hand took genuine interest in my
manhood.



   With my cock in a semi-hard state, I gave new instruction, ``Now, you're
gonna suck it.'' ``What?!'' I forced her head away from me, pushed it
toward my crotch.  ``Take it in your mouth.  Suck it like a popsicle. 
Don't bite it.  And, keep your hand off of it.'' Her lips were closed when
I held her head to my rod.  ``Open Your Damn Mouth.'' I tugged her hair,
her mouth opened reflexively, ``OW.'' SHOVE.



   ``Swallow my cock!'' PUSH.

   I held her head down, her mouth engorged with my prick.  I kept her
there until she struggled to breath.  My cock was at full mast.  ``You're
gonna suck it,'' I said, loosening my hold, allowing her short breaths,
``just like you did my fingers.  You're gonna do it.., OR I'm gonna ram my
cock into your throat like it was your pussy.'' She was crying, sniffling.



   Her body assumed a submissive tension.  With my hand still on it's back,
she lowered her head, engulfing my cock in her mouth.  My hand guided her
head for a short while, then it moved to her ass.  Her tits became the
objects of play for my right hand.  She shifted her position slightly. 
Slowly she became comfortable with the pleasure of sucking my cock.  Just
as slowly she straddled me, her mouth on my cock her pussy at my mouth.



   We attended to each other's central erogenous regions.  I delighted in
the taste of her every moistening ripe flower.  I enjoyed her growing
eagerness to devour my member.



   ``Come here,'' I directed, guiding her to move away from my dick.  She
lay at my side, I turned toward her, lifting her leg with my left hand as I
pulled her to me with my right.  I kissed her lips, frenzied.  My cock was
steel hard and red with engorged blood.  The head was so purple it might
have been tied-off.



   I teased her maiden petals with my brute head.  Rolling us away from the
bed's center, me atop her, my dick penetrated her twat.  Our lips and hands
were busily groping.  She arched her pelvis slightly, instinctively.  Her
vagina exuded moisture and perfume.  My penis slipped into her.  I stayed
inside her, motionless.  She accommodated my manhood, quickly.  ``It's
okay,'' she whispered.  ``I want to do this...'' ``..good.''



   We fucked then.  Our bodies working together.  Her inexperience melting
away.  Slow.  Fast.  Fast.  Slow.  Deep.  Deeper.  ``OH,'' she muttered,
``dear god.  Yes.'' ``Oh, shit.  So, fuckin' wet.., damn, fine.  Snug....''




   My balls slapped against her.  The slope of my cock head twitched her
clit.  Our intercourse became animalistic.  This coital encounter, her
first, was not the least bit casual or mechanical.



   We cried out with orgasm...  I filled her moments before she poured over
me.



   We remained linked for a time, as my shaft dwindled and her pot cooled.
Then, coming apart, we lay next to each other and embraced.  Admiring one
another, fingers clasped together, lips pecking, we smiled.



   It was after three in the morning when we kissed goodnight at her front
door.  I drove home, content...  pleased with myself....