Chapter 3―Joshua

Before I got in the car, I sent a quick text message to Ben and Reese.

Change of plans. I’m bringing Amanda back to our place. Try to stay away. If you have to come back, I’m London Josh right now, crashing with my American friends.

“All right,” I said, getting into the car. “I just texted the other guys to warn them that I’m having a friend over.”

“Hopefully, they have more chill than my friends do,” she said. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” I said, placing my hand on her thigh. I started the car and headed toward the house. I hoped that everything was at least presentable in the house. We didn’t have a lot of things, but you’d be surprised at how messy things could get with three guys in one house.

Amanda was surprisingly quiet on the way back to my place. I was starting to get the feeling that she was a little nervous about coming home with me. I hoped she wouldn’t change her mind about hooking up with me. I was fully aroused back in her room, and I couldn’t bear the thought of going to bed alone tonight.

“Are you okay?” I asked, stroking her leg.

She nodded. “I was just thinking about what my friends are getting up to.”

“You don’t want to go back, do you?”

“No, not at all.” She smiled. “I want to be with you.”

I slid my hand up higher, pushing her dress up with it. When my hand reached her upper thigh, I could have sworn I felt her legs part just a fraction of an inch. I think she was into me.

Before I could get much further, we were already back at my place. I went inside first, looking for any evidence lying around that could contradict my story, but it was all clear.

“Nice place,” she mused, walking around the kitchen and living room.

“It’s not anything too special,” I said, “but it’s good enough for now. Do you want a glass of water?”

“Do you have anything harder?” she asked shyly.

I searched the cupboards and found a bottle of cheap vodka. I felt a little bad offering her something so nasty. I bet she wasn’t used to eating and drinking the same garbage that was a staple in my diet.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

She laughed. “Sure, it’ll take me back to my college years.”

I poured two cups and added a little lemonade to both. We drank the concoction, wincing as the vodka burned our throats.

That was all we needed to loosen our inhibitions. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into my bedroom. We started making out again, my hands resting on her beautiful behind. Her body reminded me of the marble statues found in so many casino lobbies. Unlike those knockoffs, Amanda was the real thing.

We crawled on top of the covers, and I pressed my mouth to her neck. She smelled so sweet.

“What do you like?” I murmured in her ear. “I want to make you feel good.”

She paused for a second. “I don’t—” she said before becoming silent again.

“Do you like it nice and slow, or do you like it rough?” I asked, feeling her out.

“I haven’t had sex before,” she said, nearly whispering.

I stopped, looking her in the eye. “You’re a virgin?”

She groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined everything. There is nothing sexy about a twenty-six-year-old virgin.”

I licked my lips. I felt bad that she was upset, but she was cute when she was worried like this. We were basically the same age, but she was so innocent.

“On the contrary,” I said. “I’m really into it. If you still want to, I promise to be gentle.”

She looked at me in disbelief. “This isn’t some weird fetish of yours, is it?”

I laughed. “No, I’m not that kind of guy. I can tell you’re a cool girl, and I think you deserve to have a little bit of fun.”

“It’s not a big deal,” she said.

“Of course it is,” I replied. I was starting to feel a little guilty. Not only was I taking large sums of money from her, but I was also taking her virginity. I felt like I was reaching a new low. She wasn’t like the other women we scammed.

I ran out of the room and gathered a few things to make the experience better for her. I dug through my roommates’ drawers and closets before I had everything that we needed.

Back in the room, I lit the mismatched candles and scattered them on different surfaces. Then, I mounted my iPod on the speaker and played some soft music. Real panty-dropping kind of stuff. I set the condoms and extra lube on my nightstand.

“You don’t have to do all this for me,” she said.

“I guess I don’t, but I want to.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling again. “I know it’s obvious, but I’m really into you.”

“Good. I’m pretty into you myself. Now, where were we?”

I hovered over the top of her and kissed her again, sliding my hands behind her back to unzip her dress. I pulled it down her arms and past her feet.

“Damn,” I said, getting a good look at her lacy undergarments. They looked like something off the runway. “This is even better than I imagined.”

I could see her blush under the soft candlelight. “Your turn,” she said.

I stripped down and joined her back on the mattress, turning onto my side to face her. I didn’t want to wait any longer, but I knew I needed to take it slow. The anticipation was dizzying.

We made out for a while, while our hands explored each other’s body. I slid a hand down into her panties and she was sopping wet. Maybe I wouldn’t need the lube after all.

I played with her for a while, checking her face to make sure it felt good. Her eyes were closed, and she had a slight smile on her face.

“I know you’re a virgin,” I said, kissing her chest, “but you’ve had an orgasm before, right?”

She blushed again and shook her head ever so slightly.

“No? Well, you’ve just put an enormous amount of pressure on me,” I joked. “Let’s see if I can’t change that for you.”

I slid her lacy panties off and knelt between her legs. She seemed a little unsure at first, but once I touched her again, she let me come closer. I kissed her inner thighs, closer and closer until I was right where I wanted to be.

I could hear her breathing become deeper and faster as I stroked her. I slowly slid a few fingers inside her. I could already tell that she was tight. I couldn’t wait to feel her around me.

I watched her grip the sides of the mattress, and it made me even more excited. I had the honor of making a girl come for the first time, and I didn’t take that responsibility lightly.

She let out a shrill “Oh!” and I couldn’t help but crack a grin. I felt her muscles contracting around my fingers, telling me that I had done a good job. I hoped she’d remember this night for years to come.

“How was it?” I whispered, returning to eye level. In the pale candlelight, I could see how flushed she looked. She ran her fingers through her hair before dropping her hands by her head.

“That was incredible,” she gushed. “This has turned out to be the best night.”

I had to agree, and it wasn’t even midnight yet. I lay down beside Amanda and ran my hands through her hair. She was truly stunning.

I assumed that guys didn’t pay as much attention to her as they did her friends, but she was a real knockout. She dressed conservatively on the outside, but once you got underneath her clothes, she had it going on. She had an hourglass body with a tiny waist and hips you could hold on to. Her breasts, hidden under high-cut tops, were ample once released from her bra. She was truly a hidden treasure. Put her in a low-cut top or a tight-fitting dress, and she would outshine her stick figure friends any day.

“Is that it?” she asked as I kissed the top of her head.

“It certainly doesn’t have to be.”

She was so innocent, so trusting of me to take care of her. But, I could tell that she had a real wild side to her. I’d met a lot of women in Vegas, but she seemed like the most complex girl I’d ever crossed paths with. I wanted to know everything about her.

But first, I wanted to rock her world.