A Virgin Again

I finally managed to calm down on my way home that night, being out of his presence sure helped. Unlocking the door to my one-person apartment, threw the keys on the table. But when I picked up the pen to put it all in writing before I forgot, my heart tried to escape from my chest. This man was so different from any man I’ve ever brought to my bed. Well I knew he would be, it was all part of the thrill, but while he did everything that I expected, that I wanted, it was everything else that made me wonder of the possibilities that I have not considered before. I am not afraid of doing anything sexual but when I saw that circle...

Well I should probably start from the beginning, shouldn't I?

I moved here a few weeks back, and I got a job rather quickly, working at a local bar as a waitress. I guess being “hot” helps a lot. A friend of mine recommended this club, Fresh Blood, and I never had the nerve to go.

The place is vampire friendly and had no mirrors. You didn’t know if your dancing with a human or a vampire. It’s hard to tell anyway but I’m sure most of the people there had fangs and the others. Well they showed of their bites. I felt naked, with no marks to display, But then again that’s the reason I came here.

I’ve been rather fascinated by vampires. It was just a matter of time before I slept with one. It’s been about ten years since I left Carson City. I am actually suprised I haven’t slept with one yet. Natasha moved to Vegas a few years before I did and she would always tell me to come to a club by her and hook up with a vampire.

I am far from being a virgin and let me tell you, when he touched me for the first time, I felt like a virgin again.

I was at the club for quite awhile before he showed. But when he went on the dance floor my eyes went straight towards him and never left. He wasn’t particularly tall but he was taller then me. His clothes weren’t so flashy like the others were, suit pants and a light blue shirt unbuttoned halfway down his dark chest. There was something in the way he stood, or the way he moved, that drawn me to him. I was caught the second I laid my eyes on him, and he doesn’t know I exist. Four or five girls were drawn to him and started to dance around him, they were close enough I swore they were humping him, at the same time it seemed like he was dancing alone. Either way he could dance.
When I stepped onto the dance floor, I just wanted to get close. I never planned on actually talking to him or anything,The girls around him were younger. More revealing and far more prettier than I. But his eyes looked right passed them and into mine, when I felt his stare my heart pounded in my chest.He raised his hands toward me and I grabbed it without knowing what was happening. He pulled me close. So close I could tell he had no body heat, he was surely a vampire, but I already knew he was.
As we danced, his fingers glided down my arms, my back, down my sides. Barely brushing where my dress left skin exposed through the diamond cutouts. I absolutely loved. His touch was so innocent yet at the same time very promising. I wasn’t drunk from wine, only by his touch, The smile on his lips and the heat in his eyes, I swore there was flames dancing in his eyes.
He murmured something when he leaned in so close his lips brushed against my ear. The only thing I remember is trembling at his icy cold breath and saying yes. Once I said yes his hands fluttered down my arms until our hands touched. Leading me through the crowd, a few dirty looks were thrown my way.
When we reached the parking lot he pulled me close, grabbing my ass, causing me to jump. He showed his fangs to the group of vampires as they passed by. He opened the passenger door to his camero. I had this gut feeling that if I got into this car there was no going back, And no telling how the night would end. I stood there for a few minutes. Then decided to take the risk. What the hell,right? My dream of being bitten by a vampire, but do they bite to feed or kill?
When he gently shut the door I realized I had made this decision when I came to the club, before laying my eyes on him. That thought calmed me enough that when he started the car, I managed to ask his name.
“Jake,” he replied, smiling in my direction. “and yours?”
“Alisha.” I squeaked.
After a few minutes of silence, except for the roar of the engine he asked “It was your first time at the club, wasn’t it?”
“It’s that obvious?” I felt a bit embarrassed.
“No.” he chuckled. “I’m there every night. I would have noticed if you had been there before.” My cheeks felt like they were on fire. Normally I would have laughed at such a claim, but since he ignored every girl there to reach out to me I found it difficult to not believe him.
“Well,” he looked my direction, “What brought you here? Looking for someone?”
I wanted to say you but for some reason I felt like he already knew that. “A friend told me about it.”
The ride was short. When he pulled into the driveway I half expected to see an old mansion, with boards over the windows to shield them from the sun. A dark forest in the back. Instead he lead me along a pathway lined with red roses, to a one story house with wide french windows. The inside wasn’t dusty and lit with candles like they show in movies but it had very nice furniture. Light wooden floors and lively colors in the walls and fabrics.
Jake started towards the kitchen and disappeared behind the wall. Moments later he came back with two glasses of red wine.
“Would you like some wine” he tilted his head slightly to the left.I couldn’t help but smile.
“Sure.” he handed me the glass and lead me to a room. the colors were a darker shade of blue. Dark chestnut furniture. The drapes color of blood hung loosely over the windows to the outside world.
Standing behind his hands rested on my hips, slipping his fingers up the curves of my back unzipping my dress, he slide his icy cold hands on the top of my dress, causing the dress to slip off. Even though I was in my panties and bra, I felt naked, and exposed Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was fully dressed.
His lips pressed against my shoulder, causing me to shiver. I though he would bite my neck but the only thing he did was kiss me, his arms wrapped around my half naked body. His body pressed against me hard and grind-ed against me.
I slipped my shoes off and pushed them and my dress away as I turned into his embrace. The dancing flames I once saw were back, but bigger and brighter than before. My fingers began to tremble as I undid the only buttons that held his shirt in place.I leaned in as I slipped the fabric of his broad shoulders and kissed his soft brown skin. I craved more when I inhaled his scent.
I now was in a hurry, I gripped the fastening of his pants and pushed them to the floor. He cu his hand around my face bringing it towards his, pressing his lips against mine. The kiss was hard but pleasureful when he invaded my mouth with his tongue.
He unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground and wrapped his hands around my panties gracefully sliding them down til they fell. He whispered softly in my ear, asking if I would lie down in the center of the bed. He knelt down besides me, pulling m on top of him. I sat up, resting on his rock hard abs as I bent over kissing his chest slowly moving up until our lips met. He rolled me over on my back nd reached on the table nest to the head of the bed and grabbed something. I was to in to him to look, but I soon found out what they were. Handcuffs.