The s*x Journey of A Virgin

1.6

They both looked worn out, lying there on the bed in a tired heap, their slick skin shimmering under the room light, marked by scratches, sweat, and shiny trails of slipped-away semen. Leah's muscles trembled still, resonating from the aftermath—the overwhelming intensity they'd just unleashed.

Troy pulled the sheet up to their waists and lay back down, looking all kinds of relaxed and comfortable.

Their breathing soon slowed, their chests now rising and falling in sync– which wasn't exactly what I had expected to see, judging by my past experiences of working here.

I half expected him to simply roll out of bed, get dressed, and strut out of the room like a s*x god, but he didn’t. He seemed quite content to stay there, cuddled up with Leah.

“So, how was your first time?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

Leah smiled contentedly. “It was amazing.”

“Only amazing?" He teased, sliding his hand up and down her side.

"Well, what else can I say?"

It was like the playful banter of two lovers.

"Was it what you were expecting?”

Leah seemed to think about it for a moment “I don’t know what I was expecting, to be honest” she admitted, propping her head up on her bent arm, looking down at Troy. “I thought maybe I’d just get a quick f**k and get pushed out the door, but it wasn’t like that at all. I mean, thanks to you, it truly was… amazing.”

Troy hummed with a cheeky grin. “A patient lover does make all the difference.”

“You made all the difference,” Leah whispered with a blush, her eyes twinkling like a true love-struck teenager. “You’ve made me feel things I've never felt before– I mean my body" She shyly smiled briefly averting her gaze from his. "It felt like it was more than just fu*king..... it felt like what I imagined making love would be like."

Troy gazed at her in awe, his eye carrying a strange twinkle. “You’re not exactly damaging my ego, you know.”

Leah sighed, loud and content, and lay back on the bed, a smile on her face.

Then after a moment, she turned to Troy again. “Can I ask you something?”

Troy hesitated a moment, an anxious expression flashing across his face. “Yes.”

“Do you come here often? To this place?”

“I do. It’s my part time job. I'm here at least once a week, twice sometimes.”

“Why?” Leah asked bluntly, the question taking Troy by surprise.

But after reading Troy’s reaction, Leah quickly added, “No, don’t get me wrong. I mean, it’s a great place, but you’re…you know… well, you’re.... different, and I might not be a s*x expert, but what you did to me? Well.... I’m guessing you could have any person in the world if you do to them what you did to me. Because, well….” her rambling soon ended in a wordless mush and Troy smiled, his hand reaching up to wipe a bead of sweat from her brows.

“I stay because I like it here. It’s easier and less complicated than going to bars and trying to pick someone up. Plus, there’s variety. If I feel like something different, I can amend my requirements, put in a request, and my needs are met to the letter.”

“Is that how you got me?” Leah asked. “Did you want some naïve virgin?”

Maybe Leah meant that as a joke, but Troy didn’t laugh. “They contacted me and asked if I was interested. They said your requirements were nil, other than to take your virginity.”

“Oh, well, I um,” Leah began, but she came up short on words again.

Troy took a deep breath. “They knew me to be… more 'gentle' than most. If someone else had picked up your request form, they would have…. Well, let's just say, you wouldn’t have been so contended right now. You’d probably be seeking medical attention.” Troy’s eyebrows creased, probably thinking of that dreaded possibility and I couldn't help but nod, silently agreeing with him. “There are some men who would’ve taken advantage of you. You really should’ve been more careful.”

“Oh. I just thought it would have been, well… taken care of." Leah frowned. “I guess that really does make me naïve.”

Troy softly rested his palm against Leah’s cheek. “I'd say you’re sweet and easily trusting, and that's not a bad thing. It’s quite refreshing actually.”

Then as if to show her that he meant what he said, Troy leaned in and kissed her– a soft, sweet lingering kiss that seemed to make time stand still.

Then with a smile, he climbed out of the bed and picked up his pants. “We better get going. I think we’ve been here longer than they expected.” He pulled on his jeans and zipped up his fly.

Leah sat up; the sheets pooled around her waist as she watched him dress. She made no haste nor attempt to get out of bed as she fidgeted with her fingers. She seemed deep in thought, contemplating something and I feared it'd be just that– “Can I see you again?”

Oh, boy. I knew it'd come and still, I felt a pang of embarrassment for her. There she was, innocently thinking Troy was boyfriend material.

Troy hesitated for a moment before pulling his socks and shoes on, leaving her answer hanging in mid-air.

She held her breath, her mouth opening, probably a fresh ramble on the tip of her tongue but then Troy turned to her with a calm smile. “When you leave here, you’ll need to fill out a form answering whether or not you enjoyed the experience and if the scene was played out to your liking.” He pulled his shirt over his head, smoothing it out before continuing. “The last question on the sheet asks if you’d be interested in further encounters with the same person. You tick either yes or no.”

Leah seemed to relax a bit, her eyes dancing with hope. “If I check 'yes', would you agree to it? I mean, like next week or something? I’m pretty sure there’s more you could teach me.”

Troy smiled at her, then putting his knee on the bed, he leaned in and kissed Leah again. “I’m sure there’s more I can teach you. Check 'yes', Leah. I’ll let them know when I’m available.”

Well, s**t. That surprised me.

Troy grabbed his coat and threw it over his shoulder, before winking at Leah and walking out of the room. Leah fell back on the bed with the broadest smile I've seen in a while.

It was a beautiful smile, one of satisfaction and contentment. I could be wrong but there seemed to have been a genuine spark between the two, a chemistry like no other. I was interested to see how things would develop between them.

After logging off of the computer, I grabbed my job sheet from the corner of the table and filled in my last entry of the day, stating that the scene went very well. Then, in the section that asked for additional commentary, I added one request– to be on duty for their next meeting.

There was no denying it, these two had something special, and if they did meet again, I definitely wanted to be the guard on duty, again.