The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 8: Sweet Gestures and Crawling Worms

Hero

Never would I expect to be greeted at the door by a naked woman, let alone Jo who is literally perfect. From her stunning face, her killer body to her smouldering sex appeal, she's every man's weakness. And I am nothing but a man. I can't think straight when she's standing right in front of me entirely naked with that come hither look on her pretty little face. It's only been a few hours since our last sexual encounter yet here we are again and the hardness between my legs is starting to feel painful. Who would have thought that I, a very devoted believer of celibacy until marriage, would bend to this kind of of seduction? That may not have been the case... until one Josephine Langford came into my life more than a week ago.

"Aren't you gonna greet me a good morning baby?" She purrs and a tingle runs down my back at the sound of her calling me baby. Every time she does that, I get the same tingling sensation all over me and I am finding it quite addictive in the ears.

"Good morning Jo," I try not to let my emotions show but the shaking of my voice betrays me. I'm so aroused just by looking at her full breasts and her bare nether regions.

She takes languid steps to close the gap between our bodies, pressing her nakedness to my front as her hands circle around my neck. She pulls slightly, making me lean down to her tilted face. "Aren't you at least gonna give me a morning kiss?" Her eyes are focused on my parted lips and her breath fans my face from our proximity.

If only she knew how I've been thinking about those lips of hers since she left my room last night. She's invaded my every thought since then. Even in my dreams, she's all I see. Is this how it will always be from now on? Or will there come I time when I finally get my fill of her and I'll no longer be as captivated by her the way that I am now. Now that she's introducing me to all these uncharted pleasures with my own body, it's highly unlikely that I'll be over whatever the hell we are doing right now... not in the foreseeable future, anyway.

I lean further and plant a chaste kiss on her lips, backing up immediately. Despite the fact that I'd really want to devour those pink kissable lips of hers, I can't let this distract me. I can't let her distract me from our job.

"I wanted more than that, Hero," she pouts, deliberately pushing her lower lips out in exaggeration.

"Rehearsals will start in a few minutes, Jo. You still need to change. We can do whatever you want when we're done for today." I didn't realize the implication of my words until Jo's face literally lights up like a christmas tree. "I-I mean... we have a job to do. A-anything other than... that can be done after," I stupidly stutter.

"Or we can do whatever I want right now," she suggests with a devilish smirk on her lips, her fingers trailing down from neck to my chest and down still to my lower abdomen where she teases my waistband.

I grab her wrist gently and bring it up to my lips, kissing her fingertips. "Later. We need to be at Anna's room in 10. Go get dressed."

Her blue-grey eyes stare intently into mine as a flicker of confusion passes through them. A few seconds later, she turns around and pads to her closet. Pulling out a simple black shirt and jean shorts and tugging them on after wearing that little scrap of lace she considers panties and a matching lacy bra. In the past week and especially now, I've come to notice that Jo gravitates towards the color black. Most of her outfits and even workout and swim wears are black. The color suits her well, I would dare say. It's a stark contrast to her creamy complexion and something about her wearing black makes her look like the real rebel that she is despite her deceitful angelic face.

Jo

I can't get the image of Hero kissing my fingertips out of my fucking head. It's been swimming in it for the past hours in rehearsal and I'm getting the feeling that Jenny is done with my lack of focus for today.