Virgin At 18 Novels & Stories

I whispered, stunned. "Duh. We're nineteen," Beatrice said like it was obvious. "Come on." "I was sixteen," the youngest bragged with a shrug. I just stared, feeling like I'd missed some mandatory life milestone. (I'm eighteen, for the record.) "So I'm literally the only one..." "Last virgin standing," Beatrice teased softly, bumping my shoulder. "We kinda figured. Eunice doesn't even date. How are you supposed to get fucked without a boyfriend?"

"Stay away from Jason until we break up. You cannot be a bitch around me." "What!" "You can fuck Jason after I let you off." My eyes almost rolled out of my head as the disgusting words settled into my ears. "There's no difference between you and Kayla and the others," I said slowly. "You all are jerks." "The truth hurts baby. Deal with it. Jason's nicer and much more gullible than me. It's obvious you can convince him to fuck you. Don't be a virgin and admit that's what you want." I turn away and hide my reddened face. My biggest secret was that I was still a virgin at 17 while most girls already lost theirs around 16 and well, it was kind of shameful and awkward when people learn you'll so

What is she doing here? “Okay gentlemen! This is our No 27 Ashley Johnson. She is eighteen years old and the best part about her is that she Is a virgin. Yes that is right, a virgin! Young, fresh and untouched. So let’s start bidding from $10,000”. The host announced. Eighteen years? I knew is young but I didn’t expect her to be that young and a virgin? I surely didn’t expect that. I groan in anger when I see how the men were eagerly bidding on her. She is mine, I wanted to shout out.

I have to know first before I decide on what next to do. "No, Janet, I haven't met my mate. You know that I can't know him till I turn eighteen. As for my virginity, indeed, I remember I told you that I will keep it till I meet my mate which was a vow I made to myself. Unfortunately, fate had a different plan for me and I lost my virginity."

Not right now. It’s clear what little Violet is thinking, what she’s wanting. “I’m not a…” she begins, and I close my eyes. “I’m not a… girl… I’m eighteen, Spencer…” “And I’m much too old for you. Much too old.” “But… but who says so?” Her voice is quiet and gentle. Her voice is perfect. “I say so,” I tell her simply and force myself to meet her eyes. “It wouldn’t be right.”

I answer, nervously. “Anything?” He asks. “Well, I don’t know. Ask me.” Before he could say anything, our company arrives. “Woah! Woah! Love birds! Easy there, werewolf. She just turned 18. She’s a virgin, too. So, you might wanna make her first sexual experience in a more comfortable place. Not out here in the open where you guys are free entertainment.” Gisella announces for the whole world to hear as she jumps in the tub.

“So what’s supposed to be next? Your virginity?” “He didn’t say that in so many words. Maybe I’m seeing too much in his meaning. I really don’t think he’s going to show up this year, but I can’t stop being paranoid.” My laugh is uncomfortable. “I suppose I’m just nervous about losing my v-card, being eighteen and all. I’m the last virgin left in my class. I hate the teasing. There’s all this peer pressure to get your cherry popped.”

In a world filled with anticipation and desire, I found myself yearning for someone I had never even met. Now, before you hastily label me as a promiscuous individual, let me clarify one thing—I was not the seasoned seductress you might imagine. No, I was, in fact, a virgin, tangled in the complexities of my own desires. You see, being a twenty-one-year-old virgin may seem peculiar to some, but it was a label I carried with both curiosity and a tinge of frustration.

"You were a virgin, right?" "Enough with rummaging through the room." Tristan got up and tried to take the magazine from her. "Oh no, now I want to know. How old were you when you lost your virginity?" "Eighteen." "With whom?" "A college girl, redhead, big breasts... now give me that back." "How was it?" Aurora put her hands behind her back, stubborn. "Normal." "A weird kind of normal? Because all first times are weird, without exception." "Are you implying that your first time was weird?" Tristan feigned indignation, eliciting a laugh from her.

She laughed and said, "Relax! I just got you a little gift — something adults do. You’ll enjoy it, even if it’s a little painful at first." My heart dropped. "What do you mean?" I asked sharply. Emily’s smile grew wider, more wicked. "Well... I paid them. They’re going to take your virginity tonight. Don’t panic. It’ll be fine. You’re eighteen now, you’re not a kid anymore. Adults have fun too." I stared at her, horror creeping into every inch of my body. "What? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" I pointed to myself, my voice shaking.