Authors Note: Hi All I really hope you enjoy my latest story Dirty yet Virginal, It's a funny romp that is kind based on real events. You know what they say life is stranger than fiction. I hope you guys enjoy post and review.

Thank You ct522 for betaing the story for challenging me to be a better writer always. MUAH! (besos y abrazos)

PS you know I don't own the Hunger Games right...

She was, as Johanna Mason her Resident Hall Assistant (RA) called her, dirty yet virginal. Jo even gave her a picture frame with those words printed in them. The truth was it fit her to a tee. She lusted after Peeta Mellark, and dreamt of him on a nightly basis. But Katniss Everdeen did not have the courage to pursue him. She was a loner by nature, very timid and shy until provoked. She was still a virgin.

Katniss pushed her hair away from her face as she quickly picked up her pack back. The bed next to hers was empty. Her roommate was a senior who lived in town with her boyfriend. Katniss had a room to herself within a suite. Her other suite-mate was brilliant but odd girl, who preferred to go by just the letter 'Z', whose roommate, Lin, was always down the hall with her other friends Qin, Tammy, Ming-Na, and Amy. Neither one ever saw Lin, so it was just the two girls in a great big suite.

Today was the start of her second semester of college. She pressed her fingers to her lips and pressed her finger tips against her one picture of Peeta Mellark that was taped to her mirror. Today was the day she was going to finally speak to him.

"You can do it, Katniss. You can tell him you have a crush on him. No more stalling. Today you are going to find him and say 'Hi Peeta.' Then you are going to ask him for coffee." Katniss admonished to herself, though the likelihood of this was zero to nil because she just did not have the gumption to do it.

She swallowed quickly as her heart raced.

Katniss chickened out as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had liked Peeta Mellark since they were in District Twelve Middle School. When her father died, Peeta was the only one from her grade who went to the funeral. It was raining, but he stood in the rain in his dark suit together with his father. None of her other friends came. Not Lev, not Bristol, not Glimmer or Clove. Only Peeta Mellark whom she hardly knew came. He brought cheese buns to her family. Stayed by her side, silently greeting and thanking people as if he knew them, something neither she nor her mother cold do.

Back then, he had an angelic, round face, chubby and cute, it was then her crush began. That was the last she saw of him. After that, her mother moved them. The house became too much for her mother. She spent a stint in the psychiatry ward. Her father's friend Haymitch took them in and moved them to his apartment above a liquor store that was still in their school district, but the apartment was on the seeder side of town.

By the time Katniss saw Peeta in High School he morphed into the 'it' guy while she had become an introvert. She couldn't go up to him. He was so popular, and she was just the weird, quiet kid with an obsession with bows and arrows. It just so happened, they both ended going to the same college and Jo had caught Katniss staring at Peeta one day. Ever since then, Jo wouldn't leave her alone. Katniss had endured her first semester of college being taunted by Jo about her V-Card.

Johanna Mason was waiting for her outside of her suite. "So is the virgin queen going to get deflowered today?"

"Shut up Jo." Katniss muttered as she locked the door behind her.

"You need to hump that boy. Your hoo-ha must be screaming for release." Jo absentmindedly said while eating away at her nail bed.

"JO" Katniss whispered fiercely admonishing. As they walked toward the elevator, a group of guys passed. One of them, a tall golden guy heard Jo, looked up, then smiled and winked salaciously at her. Katniss eyes widened and she quickly looked away.

"Really Katniss, this is college. You have to get some while the getting is good. Go out there and find a joy stick to play with -"

As Jo spoke Katniss became redder and redder.

"Look I have to go to class now." Katniss muttered under her breath. She rushed forward. Part of her degree required for her to take a humanities course. Katniss was not sure what to take because she did not do humanities. She was on the educational track with her emphases on physical education. Katniss procrastinated during the registration period so when the time came to choose, she picked the first class that was available. It was an art history course, yet she had not read the full description in the course manual. Katniss supposed art history wouldn't be too bad.

Katniss found a seat toward the back rows. She never liked calling attention to herself. It was then that a woman wearing a bright neon pink suit came out.

"Good morning! For those of you who have not received the missive, your Introduction to Art History Class has been cancelled."

Katniss was one of those who groaned as the lights were dimmed and the screen lowered.

"Actually I should restate my last argument; your class has been blended with my Introduction to the Male Form in Art History. If you wish to continue, please stay. Otherwise, see me after class."

Katniss was stuck. It was this or nothing. She opened up a note book, and reached for a pen in her knapsack. She sensed when someone sat next to her, but she did not pay attention. The lecture hall was pretty full.

"Now My name is Professor Effie Trinket. This semester we will be studying the male nude." Professor Trinket clicked on the remote control device and out came a full frontal picture of a naked man.

Katniss gasped, her eyes widening as she sank low in her chair.

"You look like you have never seen one before?"

Katniss neck snapped to her side, she wished the world would swallow her up. There sitting next to her was Peeta Mellark.

Weeks Later...

Three weeks later Katniss sat in class fidgeting as her professor put up yet another painting of a naked man. She as hunched over in her chair taking diligent notes carefully avoiding the image in front of her. Her legs nervously shook as she could glimpsed Peeta's black and white converse sneakers, his laces once more double knotted. He stretched his legs out as he leaned back to observe the painting.

Katniss couldn't wait for the class to be over. She wanted to very much to get out of there. It was ironic fate delivered Peeta Mellark to her doorstep but she still did not know how to get his attention much less speak to him. On the first day of class Katniss left class, determined to switch into another elective. Unfortunately the school's servers crashed and the mobile app and the website were inaccessible to the students. All changes had to be done at the Registrars Office. Needless to say, the lines were so long, they spilled out into the hallway, no matter how many times she tried, Katniss never made it inside the actual office and then the deadline came and went - no more changes could be done without reparations. So here she was stuck sitting next to Peeta and forced to look at pictures of men with their privates in various stages of arousal.

"Now class, as you can see the strength of the arms of this bronze." Professor Trinket chirped on.

Katniss bit her lips as she pushed her long hair away from her face to peek at the cup on the fold-able sleeve of the desk. She preferred to stare at the musculature of the arm just to her side. The way his fingers curled around the cup. The play of muscles as he lifted his drink to his lips always fascinated her. Katniss pondered the magical question - did he take sugar in his tea? She watched the spectacle wetting, her lips leaning in slightly to get a better view.

Peeta always drank tea with no milk. Katniss loved to look at the way he drank his tea. The way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the warm liquid made her impure thoughts come to mind. She wanted to place small kisses on his neck and lap that little dot of tea on the corner of his mouth. She once more questioned if there was sugar in his tea.

"I don't."

The deep but yet soft voice that belonged to Peeta snapped her out of her blatant staring, "Wha…."

"I don't take sugar in my tea." Peeta winked.

Katniss eyes widened. She must of spoken out loud without knowledge. Mortified Katniss blinked. The lights in the room came on and Katniss shook her head.

Reality was she was never good at this. Her only kiss was with her best friend Gale, and it was a disaster. He was drunk and it had been awful. Katniss did not think she was made for relationships until she met Jo, who constantly was pushing her to step out of her comfort zone. The professor was stating something.

Katniss tilted her head to listen to the woman who wore a lime green wig, and all black jumpsuit. The class groaned as she spoke"….I want you to pair up. Go to the exhibit that is on loan from the Guggenheim this weekend, then to an event where the male form is being displayed. I know its Valentines Day weekend, but I must stress, this paper is half of your grade. You are dismissed."

At the end of class Katniss shot out of the room.

"Katniss, wait!" Peeta called.

Katniss paused but did not turn her head around. She clutched her notebook tightly, her face scrunch as she cursed under her breath.

"Hey you walk pretty fast."

Katniss stared, but could not speak. Her face was frozen into an awkward smile for sure. Her palms became sweaty. It was not fair he that was gorgeous, his frame was not stocky, it was muscular, Katniss knew. She had gone to enough of his wrestling matches to know that he had a very nice body. His wavy blond hair fell across his forehead.

"So you like art?"

Katniss shook her head no.

"Is it an elective?"

Katniss nodded her head up and down.

"Cool, I am a business major but I like art and took this for fun. Though I didn't think this would happen. So do you want to exchange numbers?"

Katniss felt as if the world was turning on its axis. Peeta Mellark was speaking to her and she had no idea on how to act cool. Even as she spoke it sounded harsh to her ears. "Ah, sure."

"Yeah we can work together go to the exhibit together, find a place where the male form is revered. I think Professor Trinket won't mind if we work together. She did say she wanted us to pair up."

Katniss swallowed and nodded. As she watched him write his number on a blank page of her notebook, she nervously wrote down her prepaid phone number on his paper.

"Well" A slow grin spread on his perfect face. "I'll text you tonight."

Katniss nodded once more as she watched him walk away. Her underwear was ruined - she was going to have to take a shower and fast.