I get up onto my knees so I can get a better angle at Johnny’s dick. Oh, that’s better. It starts sliding down my throat just right and I start to really get into it. I mean, his dick is a little on the small side, but he’s making all the right noises and is thrusting up into my mouth as I go, so that’s a bonus, right? 

With my left hand around his dick, pumping it, I move my right hand down to my skirt and push it up and out of the way. I close my eyes in bliss. Oh yeah, that’s real nice. I can feel my pussy juices all over my hand as I rub my clit harder. I’m pistoning up and down on Johnny’s dick, rubbing my clit so hard I can see stars, I’m almost there, almost—

Johnny pulls back, yanking me out of my blissful sexual state. I stop, staring up at him wide-eyed, my lips wrapped around him, waiting to hear what the fuck he is doing.

“Come on, get up,” Johnny says from his perch on the side of the bed, patting it in invitation. “I wanna fuck you hard like the bitch that you are and cum in your hot little pussy.” 

Dammit. I was so close.

I pull my mouth off his dick with a pop. “Sorry, Johnny, that’s a no-go. I’m saving my virginity for when I’m in love with a guy.” And no offense to you, but you’re not going to be it. I didn’t say that part out loud, of course – there’s only so many blows to a guy’s ego that I should deliver in one evening – but that didn’t make it any less true.

I’d met Johnny earlier this evening at my favorite nightclub. He may not have a huge dick, but he does have some amazing dance moves. We’d laughed and flirted and he’d ground against me out on the floor, with the music pumping and the lights flashing and I’d thought hell, it might be fun to go back to his place for a little BJ action. But after we got here, I’ve been…less than overwhelmed, shall we say? 

Unfortunately, I can tell that isn’t going to get better anytime soon.

“You’re…you’re a virgin??” Johnny gasps, his eyes round with horror. His dick begins to wilt in my hand, like a bouquet of dandelions left out in the hot sun for an hour. Within what seems like only seconds, he’s practically shriveled up inside himself. We’d need to do an operation to find his dick and pull it back out at this point.

“Yeah, a virgin,” I say defensively. “God, it’s not like it’s contagious or something.”

“Are you just a kid? I thought you were at least 18.” I can tell that he’s starting to get his panic on at the idea that he’s fucking someone underage, and I have to restrain myself from rolling my eyes so hard, they fall out of my head.

“I’m 21, for fuck’s sakes. I’ve graduated from NYU. I’m not underage. Do you need to see my ID?”

Except he’s already yanking his undies up – seriously, anyone who wears tighty-whities to a dance club, hoping to pick up a date and bring them home, deserves scorn and laughter, just saying – and is scrambling backwards away from me, heading for the middle of the bed like it’s his lifeboat in the middle of a raging storm.

Wow, he’s taking this “virginity is contagious” thing a little far.

I push myself to my feet and yank my skirt down. Shoving my feet into my shoes, I grab my purse and head for the door, not even bothering to say goodbye. I’m a virgin, not a leper, and I’ve had it with guys who act like their dick might fall off if they touch me. Is it really that bad to still be a virgin at age 21? Is it really that bad to want to save myself for someone I love? God…

I pull out my phone and text Diane on the elevator ride down to the ground floor. Where are you?

Truthfully, I just want to be anywhere but here. Anywhere at all. She could tell me that she was out grocery shopping and I’d probably ask her which grocery store.

Luckily for my sanity (I mean, who actually shops for groceries? And for that matter, who has time to cook?) she texts right back. At the Marquee. You should come join us.

Us…hmmm, I wonder who else she’s with. I start to feel my flagging spirits rise again. I am not a terrible human being for still being a virgin, no matter what the Johnnys of the world think. I want to go have some fun – let loose and enjoy myself.

I want to find someone who likes me for me.

I want to find someone who loves me.

No matter how impossible that dream seems right now.