The Virgin

Marth

In Psychology they were mentioning a beautiful girl named Ash. I felt like punching a hole through a wall. Last time she was with a guy I knew about she was almost half naked, I wanted to beat the shit out of the best friend. I don't know why she called him that. She should have noticed what his selfish self wanted all along. He told her that she was his, but Ash was always a free-spirited girl. Dominating guys weren't her type.
She was in Anatomy and Psychology 1; accrossed from my class. I was thinking of walking her to her second class for the day. Also I didn't want her to find out I dated the majority of all these girls in campus. No! She'd hate me. How can I win her over?
"Mr. Luna, what is the mental illness with illusions and weird noises?" Mr. Campbell asked.
"Huh, umm. Schizophrenia." I answered quickly.
This class had lasted two hours. I stared at the clock on the wall, two more minutes for lunch.
When it came to lunch time, I saw her in a table all alone. Hurriedly, I ran to her side. The worst happened. I tripped on a milk carton, milk all over my jeans.
She turned to see me drenched in milk, on my pants. She laughed that kid laugh I remember from our childhood. I finally remembered her. But it began with that horrid day for Ashlee. I wanted to comfort her. But fear rushed through my insides if her dad knew I felt something more for her. What happened to me? Jail! It wasn't half bad. I made friends. Without them I probably wouldn't be here, beside her. How could I have forgotten her? Unless I tried to supress the aroused moments I felt when she was too close. It must have been that.
"Ashlee, don't laugh or you'll regret it." I teased her.
She helped me up. "Want me to help you by washing your jeans?" she asked, feeling bad for laughing.
"It's ok. I can do it." I smiled, getting up.
"Do it now. We still have 30 minutes for lunch." she smiled back.
"Come with me." I pleaded.
"Ok." she responded.
Then we walked to my Sorority house, Betas. My room was huge. I had my own fridge and laundry room. The swooshing of the milk on my pants urked me, I took them off.
She covered her eyes. "Warn me next time."
I grabbed both her hands placed them on my chest. "No need to shy out. This happens with everyone."
She pulled her hands away. "You're not my boyfriend." she glanced at my boxers.
"What?" I said.
"Nice boxers." she commented.
"You like black?" I asked, getting closer. I took my shirt off too. No point that I kept it on when it wouldn't match my other outfit.
Something came over her because she reached to touch my chest.
I grabbed her hands. "What are you doing?"
"I didn't know you were fit." she gulped loudly.
"I exercised since jail. I kept the hobby alive still." I pulled her to me, smiling.
She glanced at my eyes, then my lips.
I knew what she wanted. A kiss. Worse I did too, and much more. Still she was ready. So I kissed her forehead.
When she opened her eyes she looked disappointed. "That's it?" she asked, annoyed. "I come with you and that's all you do? What a tease." she made a step towards the door.
I pulled her by the arm, and held her close to my half naked body. "Are you sure?"
She nodded.
So I kissed her for the longest time I've ever kissed another girl. Why with Ashlee was it different? I wanted her at this moment. I fought the urge to carry her and put her on my bed. She mimicked my tongue in her mouth. The kiss lasted a lot longer than I usually kiss other girls. I wanted her. To kiss every single spot in her body.