Chapter Two
Spencer
The moment the words leave her mouth, I grab the girl’s hand and drag us out of there. I feel bad because she has to run to keep up with my much longer strides, but time is of the essence here. Fifteen minutes stuck at an orgy you have no interest in is fifteen minutes too long.
The cool night air washes over my hot skin the second we clear the doorway. Scents of pine and fresh earth chase away the awful smell of dozens upon dozens of naked bodies smashed together. I have never loved the outdoors so much in my life.
“Where is the brain bleach when you need it?” I look back, and the poor girl has one hand clutching her book against her chest and is sucking in deep breaths. Her other hand is still tucked inside mine, and I don’t want to let go. “I mean, did you see that? There were three. But there are only two. And he just ...”
“Please stop. Getting the image out of my head is going to be hard enough.” I am going to kill the guys for this. I get lots of shit for being the only virgin on the football team, but I’m cool with it. I’m not ashamed of the status of my unpunched V-card. But my teammates make such a big fucking deal out of it. But tonight is so many levels past the normal ribbing. “So, I didn’t get your name yet.”
“Sorry. Jenny. I’d shake your hand, but you already seem to have become well acquainted with it.” She looks down between us with an arched eyebrow to where I refuse to lose our connection. Reluctantly, so I don’t come off as some creeper, I let her hand go, and she immediately brings it back up for a handshake. I chuckle with the formality of the move, considering the scene we just ran from. She seems to catch the absurdity of it all at the same time and laughs herself as we pump our hands up and down.
The room had been dim and filled with naked people, so I wasn’t able to get a really good look at her. But the moment I noticed her across the room, something called to me, told me to go over. She stood out in the room not only because she was one of the only ones with clothes on but because she shines.
Now that I have a clear view, I have to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. Jenny is an odd combination of cute and sexy. She has a round face with slightly chubby cheeks, full lips, and blue eyes. Her hair is a deep chocolate brown and hangs in waves around her shoulders. I try not to ogle her body too much because I really don’t want to come off as a creeper, but fuck, is it hard to rip my eyes away. She’s curvy. Like pinup model, exaggerated hourglass, curvy. Huge tits that are totally covered by a cardigan and blouse but still plain as day, a tiny waist accentuated by a belt, and hips that pretty much beg to be gripped in my large hands. I’m looking at her head-on, but if I had to guess, I would say her ass is probably the kind that sticks out in a high bubble. Fuck, I love bubble butts. I admit, I’m an ass man.
Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t have a healthy appreciation of the opposite sex. I just haven’t indulged in the carnal side of things yet. But looking at Jenny, I know that is going to change. Soon. Maybe tonight. I’ve never felt overly protective of anyone other than my mom and sister. However, just the thought of this girl having been inside that room with all those men possibly looking at her and imagining what they’d do to her makes me want to go back inside and punch them all until they black out.
Shaking my head, I will myself to look away, to shove down the unprecedented violent thoughts. Around the steel barn housing the triple X-rated festivities, there is a wide concrete porch with no railing. I sit down on the edge with my feet hanging off, and Jenny comes over to sit next to me, just a few inches separating our legs.
“Okay, so explain to me how you ended up at an orgy on a first date.” Seriously, whoever the jackass was who took her out tonight, I should find him and thank him. But that would require me wading back into the shark-infested waters behind that door, which is not happening.
Jenny groans and leans back on her hands with her head lolling between her shoulder blades. The position puts her chest on full display, and I actively work to keep my eyes on my lap. And to keep the appendage in my pants, which I thought had shriveled forever after the orgy debacle, from getting too happy.
“It is all my aunt’s fault.” She launches into a story about her family thinking she doesn’t get out enough and her finally agreeing to get set up with a friend of a friend’s son. It sounds as if the whole date was a disaster that ended with her here on the porch with me. I haven’t been on any real dates, but I can’t imagine what this Chad guy could have been thinking to take a sweet girl like Jenny, let alone any girl at all, to an orgy on a first date.
“What about you? Why would your teammates leave you at an orgy and take off with your phone?”
So up until now I thought maybe Jenny has just been playing it cool about who I am. But it occurs to me now that she really might not know. “Do you follow college sports at all?”
“Sorry, no. I’m a total nerd and just study or work all day.” She shrugs, obviously not concerned with her lack of athletic knowledge.
“Okay, well, if you were to Google me, Spencer Wainwright, on that phone right now, there would be a few dozen articles that would pop up about my position on the University of Wildwood’s football team and my prospects for going into the NFL a year and a half from now.” I suck in a deep breath and let it out with a frustrated groan. There is no point keeping my story a secret from her. As soon as we got back to campus and she asked anyone about me, or Googled me, she’d know all the dirty details anyway. “However, there would be over a hundred articles, fansites, and Tumblr blogs dedicated to me and my unofficial status as the only virgin starting quarterback in the history of college football. Or at least that is what it feels like. The guys on the team rag on me for it all the time and keep trying to find new and inventive ways to get me to lose my virginity. They’ve tried to get me drunk. They’ve invited over whole sorority houses to seduce me. They even hired a hooker once. Then they found out about this place and decided to kidnap me after practice today, blindfold me, and leave me to fend for myself inside. I’d been hiding in a corner for fifteen minutes when I saw you.”
I expect Jenny to have the same reaction as everyone when they hear about the guys’ mission to devirginize me, but instead she looks thoroughly disgusted.
“That is awful. What kind of friends do you have? How does anyone even know you’re a virgin?” Jenny looks genuinely appalled for me, which causes a weird warm and fuzzy feeling to fill my chest.
“Unfortunately, that is my own damn fault. My dad is super strict and always had been when I was growing up. So, the first weekend on my own at college, I got shit-faced and somehow ended up playing spin the bottle at some frat house. The bottle landed on me, and I was supposed to kiss this random chick I’d never met before. But when her face was about two inches from mine, I blurted out that I didn’t want this to be my first kiss, and stood up.” The memory has the same effect it always does on me. It makes me want to slap my eighteen-year-old self upside the head. “Most of that night is a big blur, but I remember everyone stopping dead in their tracks once they realized what I said. I don’t really care that people know I’m a virgin. However, I’m still pretty pissed at myself that I got so drunk that I had no control over what I was saying. But at least I had enough control to stop her before we kissed.”
After replaying my little woe-is-me tale, I glance over at Jenny and am surprised to find her smiling this big Cheshire cat grin at me.
“What?”
“How is it possible that two virgins somehow unwillingly find themselves at an orgy on the same night? The odds on that have to be astronomical.” She turns her face away from me, staring up at the stars blanketing the sky above us.
“Must be fate or something.” I had a feeling she might be pretty innocent, but knowing she’s a virgin too makes me relax even more, because she gets it. I know she does. “So, I hate that I am going to ask this question, because I hate when people ask me, but it is rare that I meet a fellow virgin in college—”
“Why haven’t I had sex yet?”
Nodding, I watch her intently as I say the words that have been turning over and over in my mind. “You’re gorgeous, so there have to have been guys who tried.”
An adorable pink blush creeps up her cheeks, and it makes me want to lean over and brush my lips over that smooth skin, see whether it is as heated as it looks. This girl is bringing out urges in me that I’ve never had before. Like some animal deep inside my brain has been stirred and won’t be satisfied until he’s tasted her.
“There isn’t some big reason. I didn’t set out to save myself or anything. I’ve just always been focused on my studies first. I’ve never been the type to go out to parties or clubs or anything like that. I’m happy to stay home reading or studying, or going to the shelter I volunteer at and spending time with the animals there. I guess some people would say I’m shy, but that isn’t really it either. I just like the quiet, and I love animals.”
She does another one of those little shrugs, and I don’t even think she realizes how amazing that little move is. Jenny simply is who she is, and she doesn’t make apologies for it. I could take a page from her book.
