Segment: Confession

Taking Her Virginity

Lyle's P.O.V

I pace back and forth, thinking how I was going to do this. I've done similar tasks to this one but gosh, it's Amelia for f**k's sake. She's someone else. He just gave me the address and told me to come any night next week, including the weekend.

"Wait, it's an address? Not a dormitory?" Jamie looks at my panicked state.

He has the same question as I was. I mean, the last time I've checked, all three hundred and fifty students enrolled are staying in the dorms - a fancy one at that, complete with a kitchen and a bathroom equipped with a bathtub and shower cubicle. I don't understand how those two think. And he's okay with me? Ravaging his daughter? Making me mark his daughter?

He's okay with someone like me? Taking his daughter's virginity away? There are a lot of more handsome, beautiful, cute, and more experienced than I was, so why me? I wanted to ask that but he cut me off. It just didn't make any sense.

"I know, right?"

"Wait, what if Amelia was the one who asked her father about this?"

"We literally just talked that day and then her father called me. Plus, you were the one who told me that he wanted to see me."

He scratches the top of his head, thinking and putting the pieces all together.

"You're right. He called me in that morning, so I doubt they talked about this before your talk. But what if she already has you in mind?"

I shake my head. He was full of imagination. He watches too many movies with his clients. I sigh and sit beside him. His facial features in direct contact with the sunlight.

"Stop talking non-sense, Jamie."

A group of students pass by us and waved at us. We wave back with a smile and as soon as the group was out of sight, our smiles changed to frowns.

It was always like this. Someone passes by, we smile and seem friendly, but after that, we're back to being empty or like nothing ever happened. The student council was pretty much popular, aside from our looks and talents, the other students acknowledge us as someone with superior knowledge - at least to those who are unknowledgeable.

"What if she really does like you, huh? That's Amelia we're talking about, Lyle. Amelia freaking Taylor!" he giddily whisper-shouted.

"Are you sure you don't like her?" he shakes his head and makes an 'x' with his arms.

"She's not my type. I like the with glasses ones."

"Huh, never thought you'd like that type."

"I didn't thought you'd like homophobic girls."

I sigh. My crush. I sigh again.

"Maybe I shouldn't overthink this. It's not like she's going to like me anyway." he places his hands on each side of my shoulders and nodded with determination.

"You're right. You don't have any chance with her so shoot your shot with Amelia."

"I'm only following the order from her father. I don't romantically like her."

He sits back beside me and huffs.

"You have to admit, she has a nice body."

"She does," I say before I could think about it.

Jamie's eyes as well as mine went wide in sync. He grins at me, feeling like a champion.

"It's rare for your to appreciate another human being other than your homophobic crush,"

"Shut u-"

"Speak of the devil, here she is. Don't greet her or she'll-" but it was too late.

I waved my hand to Chrelia Brey, my crush. She awkwardly waves back and resumed to talking to her friends. I could tell that she was disgusted at me, which kind of hurts but don't mind, don't mind.

Just three more years and I'll be out of here. I tell myself over and over again.

"i***t," Jamie hisses. I pinch his side,

"Who?"

"Ahh, ow, ow, no one. No one."

"Good," I release his skin. He massages the area that I pinched while uttering incomprehensible words.

While he was mumbling gibberish words to himself, I saw Amelia walk by herself. Her long hair was up to her middle back.

I wonder if she dyed her hair black.

Her long slender legs, as white as porcelain. She looked straight, her gaze unwavering. She looked so serious. She was carrying books which made me wonder what she's doing. I've never seen anyone carry books except for us, the members of the student council.

"Ooh, you're already thinking how to touch that doll, huh?" I roll my eyes.

"Can you shut up for a minute?"

"Nope," he says pooping the 'p'.

"Hey, I always wonder why the confession is mandatory to everyone except for us." I can't help but wonder why from the very first day this was explained to us. Not even Amelia is exempted from this even though she's the daughter of the founder.

"You want to confess your feelings? Thoughts? And be vulnerable?" he scoffs at me.

"I just wonder."

"I don't know. There's this lurking question in my head too, why this school was established. Everything here is a mystery and yet we willingly dove in."

Making it out alive out there in the world while you're nameless seems like suicide. The world will eat those who are incapable and shows no promise.

"But this school is our portal to comfortableness."

"Yeah, and we can't do anything about it,"

I let my eyes linger at Amelia who was now already talking with the real student council president, Michelle Young. I don't know if she's American or Korean.

"Oh, yeah, I remember I have to meet Michelle later."

"I thought you guys only meet when there's work?"

You guys must think that the real student council has no purpose but they have. We only have their name but they're the ones who are actually doing the real work, the planning, organizing, the ones coming up with themes. Michelle and I talk about the plans that's about to happen or launch because the president is always the one giving the speech.

So, yeah, Michelle gives me a detailed information about a certain happening and I deliver it the public. Michelle doesn't hate me because of that though, she says she likes it that she doesn't have to stand in front of a crowd.

"She says she needs to meet me. I never really gave it any thought though."

I don't think there's any official reason why she wanted to meet me.

"Man, you're getting many women these days."

I elbow his stomach, making him say 'oof'. I was about to open my eyes when, even though it was just was a split second, Amelia locked eyes with me. She was smiling when she locked eyes with me, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

The sun shone above her but she shined brighter. It was almost blinding. I shake my head unknowingly.

"At least I have women, you?"

"Pfft, women that you don't like."

"I didn't know you were an i***t. Answer my question," he scoffs.

"I don't have anyone I like anyway, so what's the point?"

"Hmm,"

The two of them entered the gym together. Now, they weren't in sight so my focus came back.

"f**k, I still don't know how to please that woman."

"Oh, please. You're good at finding the sensitive spots of women. Treat her like any other." I gave him a glare.

"I don't look at them as things. I still consider them people, you know."

"Sometimes I can't tell if you're just being you or someone kind."

"I am kind."

Another group of students came by and waved at us, and as always, we wave back with wide smiles. It's a Wednesday today so I still have about four days to plan our s*x. f**k. This is not so nice.

"Oh, yeah, Amelia's a virgin, right? Ooh, you have to be extra careful. I heard you're quite rough."

There was no room for embarrassment in our lives. We know, the eight of us, have been through the same things. So we can't really hide it nor tease the other because we are all in the same boat.

"Yeah, how do I not make it hurt again?"

"Wow, I never thought I'd hear that from a sadist like you."

"Unless I want my head chopped off?"

What does Amelia like? Has she m*********d before? Has she explored herself? Should I spy on her? Nah, that takes up too much time and I'm a busy person. Should I ask her myself? And what? Blow my cover?

"Does she know that it's you?"

Judging from earlier, I think Amelia knows but her father didn't say that he will inform Amelia. And he didn't exactly put up a specific date either, I was basically free to take my time until the deadline.

"I don't think so. Her father didn't tell me."

"Ah, then Amelia doesn't know."

"Oh? You can tell?"

"Mr. Taylor is quite direct actually. That's what makes him different from the rest."

"Now that I think about it, I never really had a command from him."

"Me neither. The co-founders are the ones that always make us run around, doing all the dirty work." Jamie's voice was full of spite.

I could relate to his anger. It's just been a month, but I was already ordered to kidnap someone. Of course I had to do it or else off with my head goes. They are not as merciful as Mr. Taylor. I provided an escape route to the kidnapped person and thankfully the person got away.

"Huh, he's at the top yet he's.." he purposely trails off. I look at him as he stares to a distance.

"What is it?"

"I think Michelle is telling you to talk to her now." I look at the direction he was looking and indeed there was Michelle Young, signaling for me to come over.

"I'll see you later, Jamie."

"Yeah."

I grab my bag and walk to where Michelle was. Didn't she just go inside the gym with Amelia? Was she done there? Where's Amelia? I don't want to look at her before this is over with.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Let's go to your office."

"Okay."

I walk with Michelle to my office. This wasn't a rare occasion though. All 350 of us has probably been with each other in a room or two, talked and just plainly greeted. Yeah, we are somewhat close even for strangers.

I open the door for Michelle before coming in myself. She mumbles a soft 'thanks' before sitting down on the chair in front of my desk. Michelle seemed like she's hurrying. I take a seat, not wanting to waste time too.

"What is it, Michelle?"

"I heard from Mr. Taylor that you're going on a special mission?"

I released the breath that I didn't know I was holding. I thought she knew that it was about Amelia. But what if it's already done and Amelia shares to her what Michelle is about to share to me? I know Michelle will catch up and what if she kills me for laying a hand on her friend? Ah, I don't want to lose a sincere person.

"Ah, yes, yes. But you can tell me if you already know."

"I do, I just don't want to say it in words." she gives me this hopeless look like she was just being forced.

I chuckled awkwardly, unable to make do of the situation. Well, this is hella awkward. I gulp and straighten out my sitting position.

"Okay. Shoot,"

"He wanted me to educate you with Amelia's s****l fantasies."

"Do the both of them always share to each other or what?"

"She's a daddy's girl."

"Oh, figures."

Michelle fishes out a bunch of papers from her small bag. The papers were big in size but they were uncrumpled in that small bag. I was taken by surprise and amazement.

"You know the woman's anatomy, right?"

"Yeah?"

"You know Amelia is a virgin, right?"

"Yeah?"

I don't know what Michelle was trying to tell me. I don't get her. Can't she tell me straight? I'm having trouble figuring her out, as well as those two Taylors.

"You're going to use a dildo?"

"I, honestly? I don't know."

"Don't tell me you're just going to do whatever you think she wants?"

Michelle was getting a bit defensive. Of course she would be. Amelia is her treasured friend, and Amelia is practically harmless.

"I don't, okay? That's why I'm thinking. I don't want to hurt her. My sole purpose is to give her pleasure, not my pleasure."

Michelle examines my face. When she confirmed that I wasn't lying, she exhales and lay the papers on my desk. They were mostly pictures, different ones but the majority seem like c*********s. I look at her to see if my assumption was correct. Her face was determined, and evidently expectant.

"You get it now?"

"I mean, don't all girls like this?"

"Have you eaten a girl for an hour?"

"Not yet, no."

"She especially likes that so I advice you to train your endurance."

An hour? I don't think it's much of a big deal.

"Have you had s*x before?" her face heats up at my question.

"Oh, you haven't. No wonder." she gasps at my reaction to her reaction.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, other than c*********s, there are others too, you know, that doesn't actually hurt."

"Then why are you having a hard time picking then?"

"Maybe because if I just give her even a bit of discomfort, then maybe Mr. Taylor will send me away for hurting his baby? I'm just afraid of making this thing into something that I prefer."

She thinks about it for a second.

"I think you're pretty much ready. I guess this is my final advice then."

"What is it?"

"Her erogenous part is her inner thighs."

Oh, I've never encountered someone with that. But I wonder how Michelle knows that. Do they secretly share their s****l fantasies? Explored each other's bodies? One way or another, it's none of my concern.

"Thanks, that will surely help."

"Alright, then I should probably go."

"I'll see you off."

I took Michelle's advice to a whole new level. I looked like an i***t but I did it for this particular one time event. I practiced my tongue for hours, hoping to add strength and endurance to my tongue and jaw. I surely did take my time. It was this week's deadline already and tonight is a Thursday.

I walk inside the quiet hallway, turning my head from right to left, searching for the right door that says her name. When I already found her door, I inhaled and exhaled, taking my time. It's past midnight and I think she's already asleep.

I was about to hold the door knob when I noticed goggles on a cabinet beside her door. I put on the goggles and was surprised to see that it was night vision goggles.

Mr. Taylor did indeed thought this through.

I twist the doorknob, the intensity of the thrill rises as a second passes. A sweat trickled down from my forehead to my jaw. There Amelia was, sleeping and her pajamas almost undone.

Fuck. She's f*****g sexy. Am I really going to do this? f**k. I can't help but have second thoughts. Amelia shifts in her sleep, revealing her cleavage.

Okay, it's final. Let's go.

I slowly crawl my way to side and started unbuttoning her pajamas. In all honesty, there were about only three that's undone. After I unbuttoned every last one, her breasts came into view. Her n*****s were erect but she was still sleeping.

I trail my fingertip from her collarbone to her belly button, outlining her body under my touch. She opens her eyes and saw me towering over he.

"I thought you wouldn't come, stranger." she whispers in a husky voice.

Calm down. Calm down. The moment I open my mouth, she will recognize my voice.

I pull her pants down aggressively, as if I had been waiting for this. This girl is so sexy, like an anime girl, with her big breasts, her flat stomach and her erotic expression.

THIS WOMAN WASN'T EVEN WEARING PANTIES. I situated myself in between her legs, feasting my eyes upon her entrance.

These damn goggles.

Her husky voice, her half opened eyes, her slightly parted lips. She was waiting to be devoured. Their twisted thinking of 'first time' made my s****l drive shooting off the roof. Her flustered face was already imprinted in my head. Her supple breasts, her erect n*****s, her arching body.

With every light touch, she responds sensitively. Her skin was burning beneath me.

"Please be gentle," she says in a whispery voice.

I bite my lips and nodded even though I know that she doesn't see me. There was one question though, is her lips off limit? I like to kiss while I do it but if she doesn't want it, then okay. I kiss her neck softly and gently, letting her cup a feel of what I was about to give her.

She snakes her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer. Her body scent engulfed my nostrils as I identify her scent.

Strawberry?

I roam my hands all around her body, purposely leaving her most private part untouched.

"Hurry,"

But I didn't want to hurry. I want to savor this moment. The moment that I can do something to her while known as the stranger that took her virginity. It's exceptionally hard since I like to ask the women what they like but this time, I will have to trust her body reactions.

I make my way to her erect n*****s and nibble on them slightly, making her moan. Her body backed away at the sensation but soon pulled me in closer as she adjusted. She was moaning quietly enough for me to only hear.

I feel like I was drunk. I could feel my face heating up as I do this thing to her, with her. It's like her scent is making my head go numb.

I suck on the other n****e and she moaned even louder. Her breasts were bigger than average which is to my liking. But I shouldn't forget where her erogenous area is. After I suck away her breasts, I leave butterfly kisses as I make my way in between her thigh. I could feel the heat radiate from her p***y. I softly breathe on it and she gasped.

"That was.. nice." she says as she huffs for air. I made a victory smile and went back to work.

Wow. She's wet.

Her p***y was wet and if there was a light in here, it would be glistening. She was obviously so turned on that she can't wait. I rest my finger at the bottom of her fold and slide it upwards, making her shiver. I look at her and she was looking at me, as if knowing where my eyes were at. I panicked.

Does she know?

She was already sweating a bit which makes her even more sexy. I believe I haven't had s*x with someone as beautiful and sexy as her. She was like fresh out of a manga. She's like a goddess.

"Make me c*m," she says again with her raspy voice.

I nod again, not leaving eye contact. I kiss her clit, then her p***y and lastly, her inner thigh. That was out of order but in order to fully satisfy her, I need to do it in order. She submits to my touch, gripping her pillow and moaning out incomprehensible words.

"Kiss me more,"

It was like what Michelle told me. She likes c*********s more. She grabs unto my hair, pulling on it as I make out with her p***y. I lick her labia, her clit and her entrance, circling my tongue all around her entrance.

"Mnnn," she moans a little louder.

I enter a finger inside her, loosening her a bit. She gasps and buckled up her hips. She was hot inside, slimy and tight. I could feel her vaginal walls as I pump in and out of her virgin p***y.

I suck on her clit as I pump in and out of her, a little faster now.

"Wait, I'm.. wait," she struggles for air as she tells me 'no'.

But I didn't want to wait for her. I pump in and out more as I suck a bit harder. She buckles up again, her back arching and her eyes forcefully shut. It brought me to smile.

"I'm cumming!" she shouted as her knees finally tensed.

She was shaking uncontrollably as I slow down my pace until I cease pumping in and out of her. Her breasts goes up and down as she breathes, taking me in by surprise. That was how big her breasts were. Her erect n*****s were still erect and she was a bit disheveled. She was panting, she was sweaty, she was flustered and almost teary eyed.

That sparked something in me.

I want to ravage her.

I waited no time and grab the dildo inside my bag. I put the strap-on on and secured it tight around my waist.

"Hurry," she says. My eyes shot wide.

Most girls would say 'no, I just came' but she's already wanting more. Does she have the same s****l drive as I have? It made me want to test it out but I know after this, it will all be over. I want to make her cry my name, shout out how good our s*x was but she doesn't know who I am.

I clear my throat, wanting to sound a little lower than my usual voice. I whisper in her ear,

"On your knees, Princess."

I hear her gulp and did as I say. I was amazed at how submissive she is being right now. I think I felt my jaw drop. I look down at her slender back. Some hair was sticking to the side of her face as she looks at me sideways. I want to take a picture and brag this to Jamie but I shouldn't. This is a one time thing.

I trace my fingers on her spine and she parts her mouth open, already breathing hard. Was our s****l compatibility that high? There was this pull between us that both of us don't know what. We crave for each other.

Funny how this was happening on our very first encounter.

"Hurry," she says impatiently.

I smile to myself. I inserted the dildo slowly, not wanting to bring her discomfort. As I insert the dildo, she stood still and didn't speak.

"Are you okay, Princess?"

"It's.. a bit tight."

I remained still for a few minutes so she can adjust but I waited too long. She started grinding on the dildo, making me inhale sharply. This woman is so sexy. My pride as the womanizer was on the line. I thrust in deep and hard inside her.

"OH!" she moaned or shouted.

I made slow long strokes and give it to her in one go. It was hard yet slow. I could see her breasts swing to and fro as I force her p***y open with my dildo.

"I LOVE THIS," she screamed to herself.

I pull her and let her kneel like I was. I let her body lean on me as I continue to pump in and out. Our waists were in sync as she received my strokes. Her arms were limp and tossed to her side as she entrusts her body to me. I rub her clit with my finger making her shiver.

"I'm.. almost," she tells me completely out of breath.

I pump in and out more faster and rubbing her clit aggressively. Her shoulders were shivering already, as well as her legs, signaling that she was really near.

"I'm... cumminnnggg!" she screamed and cums.