Smut University—Writing a Virgin Scene by opalaline
Write a scene featuring two virgins – any pairing is fine, so long as both are virgins.
A million thanks to saltire884 for letting me pick her brain pick her old west brain and to maxandmo for betaing.
He looked up from his shoes when he heard his pa's greeting to the lady of the house, taking a moment to look around the fanciest room he'd ever seen. Gaslight fixtures flickered against wallpapered walls. The windows were draped in more fabric then he'd ever seen before, and in the front window, a red lantern glowed, telling all the true business of this boarding house.
"Miss Salty, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," his pa said with the warmth of meeting an old friend. She was unlike any lady Edward had ever seen. The only thing brighter than the flame orange coils piled atop her head were her deep red lips and blue eyelids. The fullness of her body, evidence of years of prosperity was highlighted by the shiny purple dress that bared her shoulders clear down to her décolleté. The hem of her skirt was pinned up to her knees. The young man had never seen a grown woman show so much of herself.
He wondered if his ma knew he was on such friendly terms with a painted lady. He twisted his hat in his hand as his pa continued to talk to the lady.
"Miss Salty, this is my boy," he said, clapping Edward on the back. "His ma sent him back east to her family to get an education, and now he's come back fully grown, with a fancy diploma and everything, but he still ain't a man."
"I can't take him home like that. He's twenty-one years old! He'll marry the first tottie he sees, just to get his willy wet."
"Don't worry, Cullen. We got just the girl to mature him," she said in a bawdy tone. "Let me ring the bell and call the girls to the line."
"Can you point him to one that can show him what to do? He's always been a mama's boy, I'm not sure he knows how to use it," his pa whispered loud enough for most of the girls lining up to hear.
"Don't worry. All our girls can make your boy a man," she shot back with a wink. "Go ahead, sonny, pick one."
Edward stood, frozen, looking at the line up of six or seven girls in varying state of dress, most with even more flesh showing than Miss Salty. Many of them were trying to lure him with lewd gestures. In the business of spreading their legs for strangers, a handsome young man made the job much easier.
"Go on, boy. No need to make a mash, they're all nannies."
Edward had spent the last five years living with his puritanical uncle, and attending Platt Academy, then Chicago Medical College. His studies left little time for calling on young ladies, not that the socialites in his uncle's circle were interested a poor relation from the Wild West.
That morning was the first time he'd seen his pa since he'd left the ranch when he was sixteen years old, though he received updates from his ma's quill. His pa acted as if a vital part of his education had been left undone because he hadn't copulated at will during his studies.
He looked at the girls again, they all seemed eager to bed him, but they were vulgar and unladylike, like common harlots. He scoffed internally. Of course they were. This was their livelihood, playing up to the licentious whims of their paying clientele.
All but one. She stayed off to the side a bit. She too was in her undergarments, but hers were more modest. Her white cotton camisole was fully buttoned and her petticoat swept the floor, like the ones he'd seen peeking out from under the skirts of proper ladies. Her dark hair was simply braided and twisted around itself, nothing like the complicated updos of the other ladies. She pulled her shawl tightly around her body, hiding it, asking to be unnoticed. She looked almost as uncomfortable as Edward did.
When her gaze met Edward's, he saw something in her brown eyes. She wasn't like these other soiled doves; she looked more like a displaced angel. He decided she was the one.
Edward looked from his pa to Miss Salty. "Do I just tell you which one I want?"
"You got it, cowboy," she said with a wink.
Edward pointed at his angel. The other girls mumbled their complaints over not being chosen, but Miss Salty quickly reminded them to save their moaning for the second floor.
Edward's pa spoke up, "How old is this girl, he looks just as green as he does."
Miss Salty eyed him for a moment. "She knows what she's doing, and she's got a passel of brats to prove it."
The girl blushed.
"Belle dear, take the younger Mr. Cullen up to the blue room, you 'all should be comfortable in there."
"Yes ma'am." She curtsied to the madam. "Please follow me Mr. Cullen," she said quietly as she motioned toward the staircase.
They entered the blue room, and she closed and locked the door behind them. "They have a key, umm if we take too long or they can't hear us, the box herder will come in."
She folded her shawl neatly over the vanity chair and made her way to the bed. "What would you like to do first?" she asked hesitantly.
Edward still hadn't moved from his spot. "I don't know, what normally comes first, Belle?" He liked the sound of her name.
"Bella. My name is actually Bella." She eyes were in her lap. "I umm…I don't know. You're my first customer."
"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked, patting the bed beside her.
Edward followed without thinking about it and sat next to her. He leaned across the distance and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her hands moved to the row of buttons down the front of her camisole.
Edward noticed her hands were trembling. He started to wonder what would make a pretty girl like Bella sell herself. Then, he thought of her kids. "Bella, are you married?" He wouldn't go through with it if she were. Marriage was sacred, and even if she didn't believe it was; he did.
She shook her head.
"Did he die?"
She bit her lip, shaking it again.
His eyebrows furrowed. If she'd never done this before, and she wasn't married, where is her children's father, or fathers?
"I don't understand. Where is your kid's pa?"
Tears brimmed in her eyes; she tried to brush them away. "He died last winter. So did our ma."
"You mean the passel of brats isn't yours?" Edward sank back onto the bed.
"They are now," she scoffed. "They're not a passel, just my two little brothers."
"Salty thought they were mine. It meant I didn't have to lay with the box herder to prove myself."
Edward rose and started to pace. "Didn't your parent's leave you any land? Some other way to support yourself and your brothers?"
Bella was taken aback by the hiss in his voice. She shook her head. "I went to teacher's college before they died. But no one wants a teacher that comes with kids. And it doesn't pay enough even if they did.
"How much do you make doing this?"
"A dollar fifty each time."
"A dollar fifty! My pa paid four dollars."
"Shhh, I told you, they listen. Can we just get this over with?"
"I'm sorry," he whispered, sitting next to her again, "How do you only get a dollar fifty?"
That's the way it works," she shrugged, "The house gets half, and I have to pay to use this room, which is four bits."
"But can't you…"
She shook her head. The most I can hope for is to feed and clothe the boys until they come of age and hopefully can move somewhere else were they aren't tainted by me."
"But you aren't tainted. Not yet."
"I will be, and if it's not by you, then it'll be the next person with four dollars."
Bella sidled closer to him, she ran her fingers though his hair and kissed his cheek.
Against his own will, his body responded.
"Isn't there anything else you could do?" he asked before an idea popped into his head, "You can marry me. I'm setting up a clinic in Forks. That's where I'm from."
"I signed a contract. The boarding house owns me for the next seven years."
"But…"
Bella needed to distract him. She slipped her small hand between his thighs, rubbing his bulge. "Please stop trying to save me. I'm not worth it."
Edward moaned as her kisses moved to his mouth and her hands moved to pull the shirt out of his waistband. Without thinking, Edward managed to twist himself until he was hovering over Bella. "Are you sure, Bella?"
She nodded, "You are so kind, Mr. Cullen, I want it to be with you."
"Edward, my rightful name is Edward."
Bella smiled up at him and his heart skittered. "Take me, Edward."
Her words went straight to his groin, and he lowered himself to lay on her. She spread her legs further apart to accept him, and he pushed against her. His breathing came quicker, and the bedsprings made a hideous screech.
Bella laid flat, crushed against his weight. Her hands at her side flexed gently with the unexpected delight she felt as he pushed against her.
"Oh…Bella, Bella, Bella…oh Bella."
His chants made her feel beautiful and wanted, and cherished; and not like the whore the act was making her.
She called his name several times before he even heard her, but he opened his eyes and looked down at her beautiful, dewy face.
"I think you're supposed to take your trousers off," she reddened at her own forwardness.
He blushed too, as he climbed off her and unshucked his breeches and drawers, and pulled his shirt over his head without bothering about the buttons.
In no time, he was back on the bed, settling between her legs. Bella didn't have the courage to look at his natural form and stared at the wall, as she pulled the skirt of her petticoat up to her waist.
Edward bucked against her, and she gasped at the sharper thrills that flooded her body. Her eyes flew open to see Edward's adoring gaze, and she couldn't look away.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked without breaking his rhythm. She nodded and kissed her cheeks repeatedly.
She watched sweat break out across his brow, and his face contort with each grunt as he pushed her deeper and deeper into the mattress.
Edward's hands grasped her legs, pulling them father apart, allowing him to lengthen his strokes. He groaned loudly when he finally entered her, but it wasn't loud enough to cover Bella's surprised shriek.
Edward stilled his pace and paled when he saw Bella's wince.
"I hurt you," he said as he braced himself on his elbows and moved to withdrawal his offending part.
Bella reached for his shoulders, halting his movements, "Don't move. Please," she begged though gritted teeth.
"I knew I should have resisted temptation. This is my punishment; I've hurt a sweet angel. And my soul shall never be free of the burden."
"You are a sweet man, but I'm no angel." She held his cheek in her palm, hoping that he'd believe her.
"I think I just needed a spell to adjust to the intrusion," she said, moving beneath him.
He kissed her cheek again, whispering, "You are an angel," as he followed her lead and pushed tentatively into her.
"Does it hurt?"
Bella shook her head. Edward pumped in and out of her, burying his face in her neck, muffling his grunts. His hot breaths on her neck came quicker and the bedsprings squeaked louder. Having him inside her didn't feel bad; but it wasn't the same excitement she felt before, either.
He began to whisper her name again, "Bella…oh…my angel…Bella…"
His thrust came more forcefully, and he lifted his face to the ceiling and roared out his final groan before collapsing on her.
He laid atop her, unmoving and unintentionally crushing her. When he finally stirred and slipped from her body, he sighed disappointedly, already lamenting his loss.
He kissed her cheek, her neck, and the sliver of her chest that showed above the neckline of the camisole she never managed to unbutton.
"I love you angel," he whispered, over and over again, between kisses.
"I'm sure you think you do, but that's just your ecstasy talking."
Edward shook his head, sure his feelings were real.
Three sharp wraps at the door startled the two of them. "Time's up, stud," he heard Miss Salty yell though the door.
Bella excused herself to clean up, and Edward dressed and descended the stairs a man.
His pa was grinning ear to ear at the foot of the stairs. As Edward's foot settled on the landing, he clapped him on the shoulders, "Three times!," he exclaimed, "I knew you had it in you, you take after your old man."
Edward's head tilted in confusion and his furrowed brow silently begged for an explanation.
"The box herder, he said you made those squeaky bedsprings sing three times!"
Edward blushed.
"Pa, I want to marry her and bring her home."
His pa looked back at him, shocked, as much from the sudden change of subject as the message itself.
"Edward," he said sternly, "Everyone one thinks they fall in love with their first soiled dove. It'll pass."
"No."
"Edward, you may have your fancy diploma, but I'm still your pa. Don't you forget it."
"I haven't forgotten, sir. But I'm not leaving without her," Edward said steadfastly.
His pa stepped up, so that they stood toe to toe. They glared at each other, neither of them backing down. Edward added, "I wasn't asking your permission. I'd hoped for your support though."
In that moment, his pa realized he wasn't dealing with the boy he's sent away to Chicago, he had come back a man, even before he went up those stairs. He could see in his posture and in his expression that Edward was wasn't going to back down.
His eyes narrowed, "You would really bring a soiled dove home to you ma?"
"She ain't a soiled dove," Edward growled menacingly, slipping for the first time out of the more sophisticated speech he'd picked up in the city.
"My billfold is four dollars lighter that says otherwise."
Edward sighed deeply and recounted what Bella had told him about her parents and brothers.
"Are you sure, girls of the line are well known for spinning a tale to fit their needs."
Edward growled at the reference and his pa patted his shoulder to calm him.
"Here's the thing, Edward," his pa spoke in a hushed whisper, "They aren't going to let her just walk out of here. By their standards, she's still a virgin and will be for the next month at least. Every miner and cowboy in the county is going to want a piece of her."
Edward snarled again.
"You quit growling at me like a bear," his pa said sternly. "I'm just stating a fact. The boarding house ain't going give up all that tin."
"Are you sure about this?"
Edward simply nodded.
"Okay, go hitch up the team and have the wagon loaded up and ready to high tail it out of town. I'm going to start a commotion, as soon as you see her in the street, put her in the wagon, and we'll get going. We'll figure out how to get her brothers when she's in the wagon."
Edward nodded again, turned on his heel and headed for the livery.
"Miss Salty," his pa bellowed loudly. "I was thinking, do you happen to know of a way I might procure some Tarantula Juice before I head home?"
"I think we might be able to work something out," she replied with a greedy smile.
Edward had the team at the ready, and impatiently tapped his foot in dust waiting for some sort of commotion.
He saw his pa hurry across the street, but nothing else was happening. His anger grew, thinking his pa might have crossed him, before he could confront him, his pa barked, "I'll drive, you find your girl and get her back to the wagon," as he climbed onto the bench.
Edward looked around the street, utterly confused when he heard a blood curdling scream, "Fire!"
Tottie - A fast girl.
Make a Mash - Make a hit, impress someone. (Usually a female.) "Buck's tryin' to make a mash on that new girl."
Nanny - A prostitute.
Soiled Dove - Prostitute.
Box Herder - The person in charge of the "girls" at a brothel or saloon. Their job was to keep the "ladies" in line.
Tarantula Juice - Cheap whiskey.