Prologue

It was our last night of being co-eds. Kate suggested that we hit a popular college bar we knew and have one last hurrah before we collected our degrees and became working-class citizens. A few of our friends joined; our friend Jose and a few others from the college newspaper that Kate was the editor for.

We laughed, drank, sing and danced, as we recalled moments of our college life that will become only memories to us soon. As the night progressed we broke off into individual groups when Kate's friends saw some other co-eds they knew and Jose found some girl he liked.

"Hey, Ana. Tonight would be a perfect night for you to lose your V card. What do you think?" Kate mused, nudging me in the side. "I don't know Kate. Losing my virginity while I'm half drunk does not hold an appeal for me." I answered with an incredulous look. "Come on, Ana. You had two drinks. There must be someone in here who makes your body tingle. You're not Asexual, are you? Because I have never seen you as much as stare at a guy for longer than a second. Or a girl."

I gaped at my friend in astonishment. "Kate! I love men! I am definitely not lesbian or asexual", I shouted, a little louder than I intended. The little bitch laughed. It was at that point he caught my eyes. Jordan Ainsworth was one of the few guys in my classes that made my body tingle as Kate phrased it. He was a transfer student from Oxford University. We'd occasionally have our banters over the bluntness of Mr. Darcy or the tortured soul that was Heathcliff. He turned and eyed me from across the room, giving me that smile that he so often displayed. Kate realized I was no longer listening to her and turned to see who had my attention.

"Oooh, she whispered in my ear. Go get your Mr. Darcy Elizabeth." she snickered, pushing me in his direction. Just as I was heading towards him he walked over. "Ana, fancy seeing you at the pub. Do you come here often?" he asked in his swoon-worthy British accent.

"No, I'm here with my friend Kate Kavanagh."

"Kate, you remember Jordon, he's in my writing class." I watched as he raised his beer towards Kate in acknowledgment. "Hi, Jordon, nice to see you again. Ana, text me when you're ready to go." With that, she turned and left us alone.

We stood awkwardly for about a second or two until Jordon broke the tension. "Ana, it's quite a surprise seeing you here tonight. Did Kavanagh have to bribe you?" He asked in jest. "If you must know Jordan. I have a wild side." He raised his eyes, surprised by my flirtatious banter. "Well, in that case, Ana, do you wish to get out of here, it's loud and they won't get any quieter as the night progresses," he whispered.

"Sure let me text Kate and Jose and let them know."

I retrieve my phone from my clutch and pulled up our group chat.

Broadcast: Hey guys Jordan asked me to leave with him.

Kate: Get it, girl. This is the moment I've been training you for. I hope you told him yes.

Jose: The dude with the British accent? Damn Ana, that's right up in your wheelhouse.

Kate: He'll be up against something all right.

Ana: OMG Kate. Can you be less crass? I'll text you guys by address bye.

Jose: Be safe. Love you.

Kate: Use a condom is what he means. Also, don't get killed.

I shake my head at the craziness, which is my friends. I look up and Jordon is staring at me with amusement in his eyes. "Have you alerted the press and the cameraman?" he asked, laughing. My cheeks turned red at his gaze, with his hand on my lower back. We leave the pub for an Uber, which to my surprise was awaiting us on the outside.

We got to his place in the college district pretty quickly. My nerves got the better of me when he opened the door of his apartment and let me in. Jordan wasted no time and kissed me as he closed the door with his feet. I slouched against his body awkwardly. At the tensing of my body, he pulled away and gave me the once over. "Now Ana. Is this the first time you are making out against a door love?" Jordan whispered in her ear as he kissed her temple. "No, it's not" she whispered back.

Come on Steele, you can do this. She coached herself. "Let us take this to the bedroom, shall we love? Unless you want to make out on the couch like a pubescent teen?" He goaded her. They moved down to his room hand in hand. The room was dark with a smell that she couldn't place. He kissed along her shoulders and neck. She moaned softly, which encouraged him to speed up his seduction. Soon enough they were both naked and her body was zinging for some attention. "I know it is a little late to be asking this but should I continue Ana." I nod my head yes and gasped as he pinched my nipples. "We live in a litigious society sweetheart. I need your words," he mumbled, biting the nipples he was squeezing. "Yes, Jordan. I want this."

He raised his body and slide a condom to his penis. I got to say, as far as penises went, he was average. Kate had shown me many dick pics of all girth and sizes. Shit! I'm going to have sex. I have never had sex. Fuck! He doesn't know this. "VIRGIN!" I shout as he's about to enter my vagina.

Jordan came to a frightening halt and sat up on the bed. "What?" he asked. "I'm a virgin." I shyly respond. His penetrating gaze made me uneasy and overwhelmed with emotions at the same time. He bit his lips, "You are full of surprises, aren't you love. Are you sure you want to continue? This is a monumental time in a girl's life, I believe." I smiled at him, "Yes, I am sure. It's just sex." With my response, he fingered my pussy. I writhe and moaned, getting worked up by Jordan's efficient hands. He then slipped into my body. I cried out from the sting and a single tear ran down my cheek. Jordan kissed it away and assured me it would get better. He increased his thrust with admiration of how wet and tight my vagina is. Each time I'd peak to climax, he'd stop and leave me hanging.

I figured things would not be getting better and moaned loudly and as convincing as they do in the pornos.

"Jordan. Don't stop. You feel so good."

"Oh, God! I'm so close. I'm coming." He jerked as he began feeling thicker inside me. He was about to climax. "Fuck" he shouted as he ejaculated in my body. The condom became warm as he pulled out. A warm tingle settles over my body and I buzzed with the need for not getting off.

Pushing on top of one elbow, he asked roughly, "Did I hurt you?" I met his gaze and swallowed calmly. "A little. But I expected it, considering."

He scrunches his face, "You should have stopped me. Hurting you was never the aim."

"What? No, I am okay." His green eyes penetrate my body in the dark and I uncomfortably shift on the bed. I lift my finger and stop a stream of sweat running along his pale shoulders. It's then I took in his features. His blonde hair is sticking up as if someone was pulling at it. He moved to spoon me from the back, cradling my breast in his hands, which felt oddly more intimate than it should.

Jordan took in a steadying breath and whispered, "That was breathtaking, Ana." He stroked my skin as if in deep thought, then continued. "I hate that I will leave for England after graduation. Please don't think poorly of me."

I turned to him in surprise. "You're moving back home?"

"Wow. I guess that makes sense."

He shuffles off the bed to the door and hit the light switch. "You are even more breath-taking in the light, Ana." I heat under his gaze and move to cover up."

"Don't. Let's go wash up."

At that moment I realized that even though Jordan did not give me a coma induced orgasm, he wanted me and I wanted him. His kindness and aftercare made the moment special. Now, whenever I thought about how I lost my virginity. I'll remember his care, kindness, and gentle green eyes as he washed my body.

Little did I know that Jordan Ainsworth would have gifted me a graduation present.