The Virgin

Ash

He kissed me. Something I've waited for years to happen. But it felt different. Like the feelings have subsided. Did he feel something with the kiss? If so, what could he be doing right about now? Still no matter how surprised the kiss made me, I enjoyed it. So much that I want to feel his lips on mines again, slow and steady. Gentleness.
Maybe I do feel something, it feels like passion.
I desired the urge to go to him now and jump into his arms. The warmth would soothe me, make me feel at home. But instead I headed to my dormroom.
There was a girl with a pixie cut, pink hair, and punk clothing. She stepped closer to me. She points to the bed next to the window. "That's your bed and nighttable." she smiled.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Lessie Domine" she answered, not uncomfortable at all.
"Hello Lessie. Do you know Marth?" I asked, curious to know if he has flirted his freshman years before it became my turn to come to Harvard.
I was a freshman and Marth a sophomore. I want to know if there is competition for Marth's attention or if he had kissed many girls already. I know I didn't have the right to be jealous, we never dated. Firstly, it was grandma. Secondly, I was still too young. Thirdly, I was scared of everything then; and there was my paranoia telling me our families would disagree us being a couple at a young age. My luck! Jeesh!
"We all call him Marthew because we thought it was unique." she responded.
"I know that is his name, but I didn't know he'd let you call him after it. I called him after it once and he clasped my wrists in a tight squeeze. He told me, his father's name repulsed him after he left his mother for another woman." I sighed remembering the marks of his hands on my wrists. They lasted a whole week before the redness disappeared.
At that moment I knew he was dangerous. Still, I wanted him. It never changed. My feelings for him even when I fell in love with Drake Roman. He was my best friend. That friendship became dead the moment I told him I loved him. We went to Senior Prom together, and he told everyone I was his I didn't understand what he meant until I realized he took me to an hotel before going to my house where my parents waited.
I asked, "Why are we here?"
"Live a little." Drake replied.
"Take me home." I pleaded.
"No!" And he took me to the hotel as if I was recently married to him, with the way he carried me. "You will like the surprise I have for you." he grinned, wickedly.
"Please take me home." I begged, tears blurring my vision.
"You're mine. And tonight you will get your wish to lose your virginity." he said.
I wanted to lose my virginity, but it didn't feel like the right timing. I couldn't tell him. Fear creeped on my skin, giving me goosebumps.
He placed me on my feet with one hand grasped on my wrist. He whispered, "Don't try anything stupid." He paid for our stay for the night.
I gulped, he was planning this, but for how long?
He let go of my wrist and held my hand; leading me to the room.
I was terrified. I didn't know he had a dark side like this. He just decided to treat me like his other conquests. I feel ashamed. I thought he was different. I had to get out of this room. Damn! He had flower petals on the bed, daisies my favorite.
"Sit down." he sat down on the edge of the bed.
I crossed my arms. "No!"
He got up and threw me on the bed. He got naked, that I saw his erected penis.
I covered my eyes with both hands. "Take me home!" Still with covered eyes.
He pulled my hands away and took my heels off. Then he turned me over and ripped my dress off.
I tried covering myself with the blankets, but he pulled them away.
"You better cooperate." he warned. And he was on top of me. He kissed my lips. The taste was erotic, but my mind thought of going home so I bit his lip.
"Bitch!" he backed off. Then pulled me up. "You're mine. You don't know how long I've fucking waited." he kissed my neck.
Ahh! My body trembled, feeling aroused. "Please don't!" I said through the moaning.
"Oh baby, don't deny it. You want it too." he kissed my shoulder.
Darn. This boy won't let me go. Then I hit him with knee on his balls. Hurriedly wore his blouse and blazer. Good thing he didn't rip my bra and underwear. I took my purse and heels. Left the hotel and went home. Luckily I had money for Uber.
That was the night I last saw Marth. He was at my house with my step-grandpa. He wouldn't stop staring that I was almost naked, in just a men blouse and blazer.
"What happened?" Dad asked.
"He wanted me to give him my virginity." I blurted out, forgetting we had visitors.
"What? You didn't?" he asked, looking at my clothes.
"No! I escaped." I yawned.
"Take a shower and go to bed." Dad ordered.
I waved goodbye to Marth and grandpa.
Marth's look made me blush before I went to my bathroom and showered.
If wouldn't I have knee knocked him he would have taken my virginity without my consent.
Right after I showered I wore my spaghetti strapped gown and lay to sleep. Tiredly.

"Hello?" Lessie asked, waving her hand inches close to my face.
I grabbed it. "What are you doing?"
"You zoned out." she told me.
"Oh sorry, I was remembering a bad memory." I admitted. "Don't ask." I said, to her gossipy expression.
"What class you have next?" she asked, changing subject.
"Anatomy and Physiology 1" I looked through my paper.
She took it and read it. "Ms. Lakith" she read outloud. "She was my freshman year teacher. I'll take you. Mines is close by." she smiled.
And we walked with our books to our first  class of the day. She left me at the door. It begun.