Virginity Sold!

Chapter 5

Chapter 5“Skinny come on we must go,” I hear my friend screaming, taking my bag I hurry to leave the house, I secure everything and when I turn I see her a little further away. It has been three days since I met Mr. Hamann, today we have to go to the tests and that makes me a little nervous. Mom is desperate, she wants to get out of the hospital and I wouldn't be surprised if the doctors and nurses want the same thing. The lady is difficult!

"I'm here, we can go." Without wasting any more time, we headed for the bus.

“Nervous?” She asks once we board the bus.

I sighed heavily, "Mr. Hamann is not easy,” I look at her, “they also have to check on me ...you know that no one has ever seen me down there, right? f**k Carla, I have hair ...”

"Cut them off,” she laughed.

I give her a shove, "I'm not kidding, Mr. Hamann doesn't want me to,” I scowled, "It's strange ..." I whisper.

"Weird enough to think about it day and night?" Hearing that catches my attention, I look at her inquisitively. “I've known you for a while Marilí and you haven't stopped thinking about that man, what I don't know is that if you think about him because you liked him, or just because he said something you didn't like, the one you didn't like. You have to tell me the story; it makes me very pissed off.” I bite my lip and look away; I haven't told her anything about what happened at the signing of the f*****g contract.

"I don't think about him Carla, I think about what I'll do,” I look into her eyes, "I can be very strong, yes, but I have a boyfriend and I'm going to betray him, I'm going to sell myself." I growl. "If I haven't told you what happened, it's because I didn't think it was necessary, but since you insist the man is notoriously manipulative, a jerk not to mention an asshole," I shrug. “You know the rest, he lied about who he was and now I have to face a man of 1.90 or a little more, muscular and gigantic.”

My friend lets out a monumental laugh, “damn, he is going to destroy you." Unlike me, Carla has a brunette complexion, straight black hair, she has a beautiful body and not to mention those big eyes that she has, she lacks absolutely nothing.

“You are stupid,” I said seriously, but just hearing her laugh, I joined her. "You're seriously crazy." Half the people in the bus were watching us, being with my friend is always crazy.

Arriving on campus a little later and we were not spared. "Good morning young people," says Professor Gómez. "As you know today, Thursday, we have to draw our model," my friend squeals.

"You'll give us Randon Black, right?" All females go crazy. Randon Black is the typical sexy bad boy with a touch of sweetness that drives them all crazy, he studies the art of music, he sings beautifully.

“Yes, it will be him ... But ladies please, you must behave, conduct those hormones,” The teacher tries to keep his composure, but laughter fills him and everyone in the room laughs. "It's not funny," he says, trying to regain his composure again. "What you did last Thursday wasn't funny." He pouted his lips but still laughed in the end.

"You see, professor, you should seriously consider putting up the ladies more often ...”

"Aaiiss Donald shut up,” Carla interrupts him. "Did you forget what happened the last time he put a girl on?"

The professor clears his throat, "I'll never forget that,” he tried not to laugh, “how could you get carried away? Do you know how bad the girl had a hard time seeing all of you with your erect member?” The class was filled with laughter.

“You should all sit down that class, professor,” a colleague protests.

"Nothing about that," he refuses. "When one does the art standing up, inspiration arises more quickly and freely."He makes a gesture with his hand as if freeing himself from something.

“You should control yourselves! You men cannot see a piece of bare skin because you already want to jump on it, how little mind control you have,” I look at all of them.

"Like you guys are good," Donald snorts, “It was worse for you ... Please, what about ‘my love tastes to feed you and not food’ or that of ‘Is that Swiss chocolate bar?’” They all boo, they are against us.

“Did you ever hear that about ‘My love, you are delicious, eat Alfredo pasta’?” That last one was direct to me.

“Oh please, you are jealous, but have you seen Randon Black with only a sheet covering what we really want to see?” Asked one of them.

“I don't just tell that man that he's as good as an Alfredo pasta, I tell him it's hot, fluffy, and delicious like a fresh-out-of-the-oven pizza and your accent is lousy.” The pissed-off boys start to protest and the girls to laugh.

"Come on young people," the teacher tries to put order by clapping his hands. "What you have to do is the following, the girls cannot be complimenting the boys in such a vulgar way and you gentlemen please ... You have to control the mind not that it controls you."

“Ufff professor never ... The impossible is never asked,” says another colleague. “And for the record, I'm not saying it for us, but come on, boys are turned on by anything that has a pair of tits.” The laughter resounds in the place.

"That's why I love this class especially,” Randon Black walks through the workshop door, wearing a sheet as if he were a Greek.

"Mr. Black welcome," the professor smiles at him. "Thank you once again for being our role model." Sighs are not long in coming, including mine.

“There, see! You are weaker than us.” Donald attacks.

"Oh shut up ... drop the envy,” Carla laughs. "You'll see that we know how to control ourselves more than you do," she assures.

"Let's make this interesting." Says the teacher, getting everyone's attention, "whoever better handles the situation wins" we all shut up and looked at him confused and interested at the same time.

"What do you mean, professor?" I asked, curious.

“Today I have a surprise for you and I think it's just the right one to put you to the test. Miss Julissa, please come in.” An extremely pretty girl enters, with the body of a similar model with a sheet wrapped around her body. “She is Julissa Baloy, she will also be present as she will be one of the models, my first thought was that the lady and Mr. Black would pose together, but now I'm going to divide them both, the ladies with Mr. Black and the gentlemen with Miss Baloy. The game will consist in that if I hear a compliment from the females the boys win, if I see a single erection,” he laughs when he says that, “the girls win. Depending on the group that wins, the model will be of the opposite s*x for the entire quarter. Do you agree? Girls if you lose, you will see only girls posing in this workshop, now boys, if you lose, you will see Mr. Black even in your dreams. Do you accept?”

"Girl, I ask you to win please," Randon asks in his stupid and sexy voice, we all looked at each other.

“But how are we going to watch such delicious sin and not say a single ‘my love you are here to suck and leave me on the bone’?” Carla asked, looking at the teacher.

"This will be difficult," agrees a colleague. "Have you seen that girl?" He asks incredulously, the professor's joking face gets worse.

“It's done! Good luck guys, I put a lot of effort into you,” He turns and looks at the guests, "Miss Baloy this way." He sits her down on the right sofa. "Mr. Black," he points to the left couch.

"I have a question," Miguel says, “If we have erections, we lose. But what do we do with Laura? You must remember that she is a lesbian, so she is on our side, if her n*****s get hard, do we lose?”

"i***t," she growls with amusement and everyone laughs at Miguel's occurrences.

"Did I tell you you're the messiest class I have?" The funny teacher asks us.

“Yes,” Carla answers. “Just as you also told us that we are the ones with the most inspiration and imagination.”

The professor shakes his head, agreeing with her, “that's very true, now let's remember that the drawing is worth some points.” We all got in touch with the models who are already naked simply with the sheet covering their parts. In general I am very professional and focused on my work, but this time I see Randon with different eyes, his muscular body and the tattoos he wears makes him more interesting when drawing him, his seductive gaze, mine becomes invasive, his black hair and dark eyes seem tremendously sexy to me.

"Why do you have to look like him?" I murmured.

"What?" My friend asked.

"About what?" I asked, confused.

"You just said something."

I frowned, realizing that I thought aloud, "I was singing, don't listen to me."

"I'm sorry I interrupted you," she nods and goes back to her work, while I curse at the thought of that stupid brunette who made me sin quickly and shamelessly. His damn kisses, his strong and hot body, the way he touched me, caressed me and pushed me to the limit even when I was wearing clothes is disconcerting, the way he moved so that our sexes touched was delicious. A gasp comes out of my mouth, causing my s*x to tickle and moisten abundantly, the currents that my body undergoes when remembering the unbridled way in which we were looking for each other make my heart beat faster and my mouth dry, without noticing it my breathing becomes wavy.