Proper “good girl” Virginia is so inexperienced, she doesn't know what she wants. All she knows is that sex with her ex-boyfriend was so boring, she craves something new. Something dirty and taboo. Her experienced, bad-boy friend Connor offers to open her eyes (and one of her other holes) to things she's never dreamed of — long, hard things, without protection — as long as she agrees that he’s the one in control.
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Connor shoots a sideways look at me. I've known him long enough to tell he's got an idea, he just isn't sure whether to share it. It's the same look he used when we were kids and he suggested that we smoke some pot behind the school after classes let out. I had adamantly refused, for the record, but he did it without me anyway, and was nice enough not to rub it in my face that I had “missed out on all the fun.” That set the pattern for most of our lives, it seems like.
“Just spit it out,” I roll my eyes at him. “What's your genius plan for turning me into a sexed-up trollop?”
He laughs, a grin cracking his face and showing off a row of almost-perfect white teeth, with just a hint of crookedness. I do know that the crookedness is from a solid punch he received when we were seventeen. He claims he was defending some poor, helpless girl from a couple of thuggish jerks, but I have a sneaking suspicion that’s a cover story, and he really just took a hard hit during his Tae Kwon Do class.
“Not a trollop!” His face turns more serious, and he gets that look in his eye again, like he can't decide whether to continue. After a few moments of hesitation, he asks, “Do you… trust me?”
“Of course, what do you mean?” I ask, puzzled.
“I mean…” he keeps trailing off. I think this is the first time I've ever seen him act shy. “I could show you. Instead of telling you. Show you what you're missing.”
