Yes to Wayne
“I don’t think you heard me; I’m a virgin,” I swore. “I’ve never been with a guy before. I mean, I’ve been with a girl, but not a guy.”
“Yeah, right,” he chortled. “Like you’re a virgin? You got all them piercings, so I know your pussy’s been touched before.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never popped my cherry. Well, actually, I did horseback riding, but I’ve never been penetrated. Seriously,” I batted my eyes innocently.
“You really think I’m gunna believe you’re a virgin? How drunk do you think I am? You’re not a virgin, are you?”
I nodded solemnly. “Seriously, I’ve only been with girls before. I don’t even know what to do with a guy, other than I’ve seen on pornos like tha one your band plays on.”
“Isn’t that sweet that my band’s music is on a porno? I mean, if you’ve never seen a porno, we can put it in. It’ll give you the idea as to what happens in sex, then we can try it.”
“What’s your band’s name again? Filmore Slim? I don’t know if I should watch the porno that your band plays on, ‘cause it might give me bad ideas.”
“Honey, I’ll corrupt ya.” Snugglin’ up all close again, Billy slid the porno in before disappearing with his drink into the bedroom, wishing us to have fun. “Now that we’re all alone, I’ll really corrupt ya.”
Some of the finest top of the bottom shelf pornography flashed before my eyes as I heard Wayne’s voice singing with gyrating music. It was quite good, I must admit, but I could only watch for so long. Wayne had other plans.
His hands were all grabbin’ up on my pants, tryin’ ta pull ‘em off an’ shit. I struggled ta keep ‘em on. “I told you, I’m a virgin!”
“Well, then we’re gunna change that. Will you let me? I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.”
“It’s just that I’ve never done this before, and it’s rather scary, especially after watching that video. I mean, some of those girls really looked like they were in pain. I don’t know about all that.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he cooed. “But first,” he reefed my pants down, “these need to come off. And these,” he pulled down my panties.
He looked, then looked again, whispering, “holy shit. That’s heavy metal. You really got all that, so there’s no way you’re a virgin.”
“No,” I insisted, “I’ve only been with girls. That’s there to prevent me from having the temptation of being with guys. Seriously, I’m a virgin.”
“Well, then let me do what the girls did,” and before I could object, he dove down on my muff. Snorkelin’ like in tha ocean, drunken drool drown me, makin’ me squirm away playfully. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” I smiled and nodded. Squigglin’ around as he toyed with me twat, I gasped as he pressed my buttons. My pussy was gittin’ drippy wet.
“Have you ever had an orgasm? Many girls I know have never had orgasms. Let me give you your first,” he offered.
Drunk or not, he chomped my cunt, bringin’ me up ta climax a couple time. Playin’ tha innocent role, I’m not sure if he actually bought that shit or if he was jus playin’ along with me. Either way, he kept getting’ me off.
When he tried to fuck me, I held off again, still claiming virgin territory. To my surprise, however, when I tried ta play the “gee, sorry, there’s no condom,” trick, he pulled out a jimmy and had that shit on so fast, making it mint flavored and glow in tha dark. Sex came next.
“I’ll be gentle, ‘cause I know you’re a virgin,” he repeated as he slipped it in. One round max; whiskey dick. I got off though, and that’s all that really matters.
Afterwards, he snaked up to me, filling in the gaps between our bodies. Somehow, it felt as if we were no longer in the room, no longer in the house at all. We must have dropped into another dimension, an alternate reality from another time.
His voice deepened to that of Elvis, “if I’m the King, then you’re Marilyn Monroe. Ya know what that means? We have a special back exit for you, so nobody sees you leavin’.”
“I thought that meant you were gunna die on the toilet. I guess we’re both doomed to overdose, huh? How did it wind up this way?”
“That’s par for the course. It’s the life you pay of fame. You go up, then you go way down, all the way down, but even then you live on, even after all that, after death.”
“Why’s it gotta be like that? Why can’t I get some respect? Why do girls always gotta be tha sluts?”
“’Cause guys are expected ta have multiple bitches, Baby. It’s just part of the game. Don’t hate.”
We came down a level. The room settled back into normal, toys scattered about and us curled up on a bed too small for us. The room was desecrated.
“I’m jus playin’; I’d marry you right now,” he stated seriously, “even though I stole your virginity,” he joked. “It’s like, with my first wife, that’s all I ever wanted, that Sid and Nancy, Cobain and Courtney, ya know? I’ve fucked off so much, jus chasin’ after that, an’ I’m a sucker for it; we could get married right now.”
He briefed me on his life, his family, his daughter Storm and all the details of a mysterious fire. “I might be goin’ away for a while, basically over a crooked handshake and agreement. I’ll be a scapegoat for somebody’s daughter.”
We tried to find peace within each other, each having our own problems and synchronized harmonies, but we were basically on the same level, even if it were in a wasteland. Sleep warshed over us. I woke up to Sheena Ann’s voice, and Wayne joked how she was going to jus come and join in, which I agreed I wouldn’t put past her.
WAYNE CONTINUATION: Hurricane
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