Page 18 of Wicked

“The hell I am,” Dante growls, as if sick of the game or insulted. I watch him closely, and he paces and rubs the back of his neck.

“You’ve never been in love,” I say, trying to figure it out.

Dante looks furious and he stares back out the window.

“You know, maybe we can both lose our virginities together while here. Wouldn’t that be weird? We both meet different people, and you know…”

Dante gives me a cold angry look, and I stop talking. He is on edge as if angry or disappointed. But with who, or is it like me and he’s angry at the universe?

Left out… Ignored…

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DANTE

She said it as an innocent and pure young woman in the universe, and I should not direct my frustrations her way. It is my failure.

I have never loved a woman, and that is my problem.

The only good thing is, here and now, she has moved on and is distracted soaping her hands into a lather. I must be looking at her strangely and still processing the virgin’s comment when she looks back. “What?”

I shake my head. As she talks about bad dates she’s had, I consider thefew genuine relationshipsI’ve had around the world.

My worrying conclusion—I’m unlovable or love-less.

After what feels like minutes, I snap back into the now, when she says, “Thanks, you’re the best listener!”

As my hard cock softens, likely from realizing I’m broken, I realize I need to pee.

The hot virgin mess is distracted and now washing her slim ankles. The splashing water activates my bladder further, and I eye the toilet in the corner. I then head for it, determined.

“No looking.”

Raven watches me, but I walk over, and start to pee, my back to her. It is long, and I sigh, my thick cock in my hand.

As I spin behind to check on her, I find her squinting and watching my butt. I growl low, but she doesn’t give an F.

She keeps watching, and I mumble something about crazy virgins.

“Why are you so buff? My bad date in Milan was chubby, pale, and white.”

I place my thick cock back in my pants and zip up. As I turn back, she looks me up and down, again without caring to hide it.

She even bites her bottom lip as she checks out my arms and tattoos. I raise a brow, not used to being admired so obviously.

“And nice tattoos. You have a good body, too. I bet you get a lot of action!” I’m unsure what to say when she suddenly stands.

“A towel, if you will.”

It’s impossible to not take in her hot, wet virgin body, because now she is almost perfect. I walk to the towels, and I shake my head at the universe.

I then toss her a well folded towel, under arm and fast. It goes straight into the bath water and sits there. It was a combination of a fast toss, her making zero effort, and her likely being slightly concussed.

The virgin gives me a look, standing there.Pure. Cute. Untouched.

She puts her hands on her hips, and she really is immaculate.

“Come on, give me one!”

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