Taking His Virgin

By: Lila Younger


But a little tiny part of me still holds out hope.

I take off the dress and pull another one off the hanger. This one is made of white lace all over, definitely way too fancy for a bonfire and the skeevy pub where we’d go for drinks and dancing. It is gorgeous though. I finger the lace wistfully. It’s the sort of classy dress that James’ girlfriend would wear. Does wear probably, since there’s no way a man as hot as him could be single. I mean, rich people have fancy dinner parties all the time, right? I go up onto my tippy toes and turn a little, imagining James pulling down the exposed zipper on the back, kissing my bare skin...

Macy bangs on the door.

“Ava! Come out!”

I open up the door. Macy’s wearing a red crushed velvet dress with a plunging V neck and bell sleeves.

“What do you think?”

“It’s very you,” I say.

“Isn’t it?” She twirls. “I love it. It’s so soft feeling.”

She stops and turns to me critically.

“That’s way too covered up,” she declares. “I don’t like it. Here, try on this one.”

I close the door and do as she says. It’s a black halter neck dress, more like a tunic, banded at the bottom and completely bare in the back. I have to take off my bra for it, and it’s, well, it’s a hell of a lot more than I’m used to showing, that’s for sure. Actually, I can’t remember the last time I wore something that showed so much cleavage.

“Macy, I don’t think so,” I say as I open up the door. She whistles when she sees me. “For one thing, I’m not even sure it’s a dress. I’m going to freeze to death out on the beach, if my mom doesn’t kill me first.”

“Wear leggings,” she advises. “You can toss it in your purse once you get out of the house. I think you look good in it. Man, you have the biggest boobs out of all of us I think. You just never show it.”

I tilt my head at my reflection. I do look pretty good in this. I gather up my hair in a messy updo so that it doesn’t hide my chest at all. Can I really pull this off? Out of the three of us, I’d say Nikki is the most beautiful, but wearing this...

“It’s a bit much isn’t it?”

Macy looks over my shoulders into the mirror.

“That’s the point Ava,” she says. “You are super gorgeous, super smart, and just about the kindest person in the world. You deserve to be noticed. You deserve to be loved. Now I don’t know why that seems to bother you so much, but it shouldn’t. I can’t think of anyone more deserving of a boyfriend than you. And it doesn’t have to be Ken. Nik and I can find you a nice nerdy boy or someone who has their nose in a book as much as you do. But you’ll never get that if you don’t put yourself out there. Advertise that you are single, you know what I mean?”

I think over her words. Maybe Macy is right. Maybe I’ve been holding onto my silly teenage fantasy of catching James’ eye for far too long. It’s probably not healthy, and more than a little weird. Macy and Nikki know about my crush with James because of a truth or dare back in a sixth grade sleepover. But they think I like him in the way I’d like, say, Christian Grey, not as an actual possibility. That I think would be a little too much for even wild Macy to handle.

“Okay. I’ll get it,” I relent at last. “But I’m not promising I’ll take off the leggings.”

“Deal,” my friend says, flashing me a grin. “Tonight is going to be a blast. I promise. Now come help me make choices with mine. I’ve got at least ten more things to try on.”





James


It’s another brisk, sunny day in Washington D.C.. It’s actually nice enough to roll back the roof on my Porsche, if I was willing to smell exhaust for the rest of the day. I tap my fingers on the wheel. Even after all this time in Washington D.C., I still haven’t learned that it’s faster to take the subway. It’s a damn waste of my time, and these days, that’s very expensive. I have a few sites to visit today, all commercial properties that have the potential to make me millions. I started out flipping houses, but moved over when I realized that there’s so much more to be made. I bought myself the 911 after my first million dollar deal, a gift to myself for having finally made it.

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