The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 3: Wanking and A Dildo

Hero

I stiffen when her soft lips touch my cheek. It's been so long since I've had someone kiss me other than when it's in the script of a show or campaign-three years to be exact. I remind myself that it's just a friendly gesture by my co-star.

Don't fuss about it, don't fuss about it.

As my mind race with thoughts, I don't even notice how quick the kiss ended; it was more of a peck, really. Jo stands close, invading my personal space which I'd normally be on the fence about but with her, surprisingly I don't really mind it. In fact, I sort of like that there's little space between us.

Staring down at her, I notice that her eyes are sort of glazed over-probably from the alcohol she's consumed earlier-but she looks sober enough to know what she's doing. There's a hint of a teasing smirk playing on her lips; obviously she noticed my stiffness from her ki-peck, it was just a peck.

"Good night," she giggles before finally turning on her heels and opening her door. Without looking back at me, she closes the door with a kick, leaving me standing along on the hallway.

Shaking my head and chuckling, I turn and head on in to my own hotel room. I do my nightly routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face and changing into my sweatpants before plopping down on the bed. The entire time, I replay everything that happened tonight in my head. Jo isn't exactly what I had hoped for in a co-star; her being too wild against my reserved personality could possibly lead to misunderstandings. But from what I could gather, she's very passionate with acting so I'll take my chances and bet that she won't make any problems when it comes to work. Outside the set though... well, that's a different story.

As I lay in bed, I think about what Jo said about acting based on past experiences. I know she's right on some level, but I also know what I'm capable of doing and with the help of our director and coaches, my lack of experience wouldn't be much of a problem. Some scenes from the script flashes through my mind and I picture myself doing them with Jo. In the script, my character-Hardin-is the one to help Jo's character-Tessa-into exploring her sexuality. I find myself laughing, literally laughing as I lay on my bed, at the thought. If someone is to help the other explore intimacy and sexuality, it would be Jo to me and not the other way around.

"The fucker even blamed me for his cheating. Can you believe that? He said he only did it with someone else because I wouldn't let him take me by the backdoor. What a shit of an excuse to cheat!"

Her voice echoes in my ears. I clear my throat which have suddenly become dry at the memory and I shift on the bed, feeling hot all over despite only wearing a pair of sweatpants. I rarely get turned on imagining things but the thought of Jo, on her hands and knees, is enough to make me hard. Yes, I do get boners and I do wank myself every so often. What can I say? I'm a healthy adult even if I am a virgin. Wanking, I have no problem with. Premarital sex, that's another story.

Without giving it another thought, my hands slide the band of my sweatpants down until my hardness springs free. I can't remember the last time I got this turned on but I don't really care for now, I just need a release from the building pressure. I start to pump myself, slow at first and gradually increasing my pace as I picture Jo, still on her hands and knees, but this time I picture myself behind her. Her milky back, her full hips, her long blonde hair, her swollen lips parted as she takes me in from behind. My gut clenches and my toes curl as my orgasm hits me. Spurt after spurt, the white creamy liquid lands on my abdomen and as my breathing becomes steady and my head clears from the desire previously fogging it, I instantly feel guilty.

Guilty for wanking off with the image of Jo.

I shouldn't have done that. I never did that to any of my previous co-stars. Heck, I've only ever wanked off of an image of Angelina Jolie and no one else... until now.