02 - Alessa Sullivan

Alessa Sullivan

The party was about to start, and I was so excited about everything happening. I never imagined I would win a scholarship to George. I'm just an orphan girl who, by the misfortune of losing my parents, received a government scholarship for a private boarding school and, later, had my college funded.

I knew my parents were important to the government, but I had no idea who they really were.

My friend Giulia had already left our dormitory to go to the hall, prepared for our class graduation and the presentation of our group that got into the residency program. I'm not a nerd, but I work hard to get good grades and stay above average to keep receiving the government's benefits.

I looked at myself in the mirror after putting in my contact lenses; the lights would give me a headache from the reflection, so I thought it was better to come and change them. I touched the pendant of my necklace again and looked at the picture I had with my parents.

“I'm almost graduating!” I say as I touch the picture frame.

I leave the room to meet with my class before the speeches begin. There is one scheduled for our small group, which is the pride of all our teachers. It's the first time a larger group has managed to get into the program.

Only two semesters left until I can graduate with a degree in medicine. I really want to specialize in trauma and cancer research; I want to be someone who makes a significant impact on everyone's life.

I met one of our study group members who managed to get into the research class for a potential childhood diabetes cure. While we talk, a woody fragrance grows increasingly near.

When Barbara steps away to join her boyfriend who just approached, I start to walk a bit faster; I hate being alone. But the unfamiliar scent draws closer, and looking at that man brings a sense of familiarity—perhaps he's a professor whose course I simply can't recall.

I’m nearly twenty-one and have never let anyone get close to me—not because I’m waiting for Prince Charming, but because there hasn't been time for any relationship. I'm focused on the achievements I aim for.

Looking at his masculine, much more mature face than the college boys, I feel a growing desire and an unsettling warmth between my legs.

I might be a virgin, but I study medicine; I know very well what pheromones do to two people desiring to release the amount of endorphins and dopamine the body needs at that moment.

“If you want to fuck, just say so…” I say, while he studies my expression.

This unknown man seems as needy as I am at that moment. He pulls me into a kiss that melts me, and any indication that what I wanted was wrong disappears.

He has a touch that makes my body succumb to whatever he wants to do with me. Why not surrender my virginity to a stranger?

“Come…” I don't need to say anything more.

We were almost in front of the library. The building has an exclusive area for students with study groups, and my team uses this entrance instead of the main one. I knew it would be empty, especially since the entire campus is at the party that will start soon. He doesn't seem too confident about what I was planning, but if I don't do it now, I won't have the courage—especially if he questions my age. He must be around forty, I doubt he has been with a twenty-year-old before. I lead him to the back of the room, where the book aisles are tall and if someone enters, we won't be seen.

I hear his pleas to take me somewhere else, but there's no way I will let this man strip the truth from me. I obey when he commands me with that heavy, lustful voice to turn around.

I feel an unusual weight settle inside me. I brace my foot so he can take advantage of my lack of underwear. My dress clings tightly to my body, making it impossible to wear anything else.

My breathing becomes more and more rapid, anticipating what will happen next. It's a good thing I'm facing away from him; he won't see my discomfort. Feeling his erection trying to break through my barriers makes me start to whimper.

From his enthusiasm, I think I made it seem like I was enjoying it. In reality, I felt like I was being torn in half. I tried to focus on what would come next, and as soon as he broke through, I started to take pleasure in the carnal act we were engaged in. 

My orgasm came as soon as I managed to forget the pain and began to enjoy it; I contracted the muscles of my thighs to control the spasms that were making me feel light-headed.

I took a deep breath, controlling the arousal and feeling his search for his climax. He gently caressed my back, but I couldn’t linger any longer than I already had.

I felt my pussy on fire, not because I denied myself a bit more pleasure, but because of the way I had inaugurated my heterosexual fun—I needed to clean myself.

As soon as I moved away from the stranger, and he looked at the condom, proving my virginity, his concerned look was almost beautiful.

But that's not what I want right now; he has served his purpose, and now I need to escape from him. I move away from him as fast as I can, not wanting to give any explanations about anything.

I glance one more time at where I left the stranger and walk out of the building, but instead of exiting, I enter another door, see him leave where we were, and walk down the street, looking all around.

I lean against the wall and put my hand on my chest, laughing at the adventure I just had—I lost my virginity to an older man in a quickie at the university library.

“Damn, that hurts!” I exclaim, closing my legs to ease the pain I was feeling.

I was on the upper floor of the library, searching for a bathroom; I had to be quick. Luckily, I found one, entered the stall, and took advantage of the bidet shower; the cold water will help lessen the discomfort I’m feeling.

“Giulia is going to freak out when I tell her about my adventure,” I say, relaxing under the soothing spray of the shower.

The discomfort lessens; I need to get to the party, or I'll miss the best part. I dried off as well as I could and wished for some diaper rash cream—the guy was thick, from what I could tell, too bad I didn't get a good look.

I leave my hiding spot and rush to where I last saw my friend, certain she must be going crazy by now. I had told her I would be quick and back by her side soon. Unfortunately, the time I took meant that the auditorium was now packed, and I couldn't get close to my group.

I stayed at the back, slowly making my way through the crowd of students and graduates' families who were starting to leave. On stage, the hired DJ was beginning his set. Finally, I found Giulia; she was talking to a man who was turned away from me.

I kept my eyes down, dodging through the crowd between me and my friend, wearing a silly smile on my face, eager to tell her what I had just done.

“Introduce me to whom? I hope it's some hottie?” I say without looking at the man standing in front of her.

But the scent that was still impregnating my dress stopped me in my tracks. It was the same scent that was on the man who had just been biting my shoulder and penetrating me hard to soften the hard-on we were feeling.

The man was surprised to see that he had taken the virginity of some little girl, who ran off, leaving him alone in the library.

“Well, I don't know if I'm hot, but I think it might be me who Giulia wants to introduce!”  I looked at my friend with a glare.

And it's only then that I realize why I found him so familiar: he's her father. I look from one to the other without reaction as Giulia comes to my side and puts her hand on my arm, leaving me facing Mr. Mattia de Luca.

Foolishly, I raise my trembling hand towards the man who is smiling at me, probably feeling victorious at having been able to find me so easily. That is, of course, if he was thinking of looking for me.

“Alessa, that's my father!” Giulia says, smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. De Luca!” I force my voice out as he keeps his eyes on me.

And from the looks of it, he was as scared as he was. He realized that I was not a relative but one of the students.

“Wait a minute. I'll bring the others to introduce you, my friend. Stay there with my father.” I turned towards her to say no, but she had already left.

“How are you? Why didn't you say something before…” he stands in front of me.

I don't need anyone to worry about what I'm doing or what I've decided to do.

“There was no need, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go somewhere else…” He takes a firm hold of my arm and starts to pull me away.

“You won't escape, we'll talk” I feel him squeeze my wrist.

We started to move away from where we were, I looked in the direction Giulia had gone and worried about what she'll think if she didn't see us there.

“ Giulia will be surprised,” I say out loud.

He had an annoyed expression, and I couldn’t tell if he intended to stop and explain anything. I tried to walk at the same pace he was, but my heels were getting in the way, not to mention the crowd of people around us.

“Take off your shoes, or I'll put you on my shoulder to make it easier,” he said as he faced me.

“You wouldn't dare,” I countered.

“Never doubt me, Miss!” he leaned in to put me on his shoulder, and I backed away.

“Fine, I'll take them off,” I said, holding on to his shoulder to prevent him from going through with it.

I took off my shoes and let him lead me outside the auditorium. I looked around, hoping one of my acquaintances would appear and rescue me from this man who seemed like a raging buffalo.

We walked side by side, with him keeping me there, until we stopped beside a luxurious car. I watched him unlock the car and open the door for me to get in.

“You can get in on your own, or I can help you—what do you choose?” I looked around again, and no one was there. “Okay, I’ll help you in!”

This time, I couldn't say anything more. He opened the door, slid one arm behind my knees, and lifted me onto his lap. The authoritative demeanor of my friend's father unexpectedly brought a smile to my face.

“Don't move,” he warned as soon as he sat me down.

“Or what?” I challenged, looking into his eyes.

“Ah, mia cara, don't test me, you won't like it!”

His deep voice and the intense gaze he fixed on me were enough to send a flutter of butterflies through my stomach. Before he got out of the car, he held my chin, keeping it close to his lips. I moistened my lower lip while looking at his.

A tension arose between us, but instead of a kiss, I was surprised when he pulled away and closed the car door. I watched as he walked around and got into the seat next to me. He started the car and set it in motion.

“Now let's talk, Miss!”