Erotic Anna: The Virgin Sex Chronicles

‘Sally, I’m going to the mall after work today, I need to buy an alluring dress for Laura’s party Saturday night, would you like to come with me?’

Marty was just being polite, she didn’t really want Sally to say yes, because all Sally ever did when they would go shopping, was to point out men that she says she would like to have fuck her. Moreover, that wasn’t the way Marty wanted to shop, shopping was serious business for her, and one needed to concentrate on shopping while one shopped.

‘No thanks, I’ve got plenty of alluring dress’s, besides, I’ve got a date tonight, we’re going to see that new sci-fi movie, I can’t think of the name of it, you know, the one where they get trapped out in space.’

Relieved at Sally’s answer, Marty replied.

‘Yes I know the one, it’s the one, just like all the rest of those science fiction movies,’ she quipped.

‘Exactly, that’s why I plan to have deep meaningful sex with Roger in the movie theater.’

‘Roger again, this is like the third date in a row with him, are you trying to set some kind of a record?’ Marty laughed.

‘Maybe I am, but when the movie is over I don’t want him to remember anything about it except the closing credits.’

‘Sounds like a good plan to me, I’ll see you later. I’ve got to go to work now, let me know how your date turns out. Oh, why don’t you ask Anna, maybe she’ll want to go to the mall with you? I gotta go, bye.’

For Marty, any plan that didn’t involve going shopping with Sally sounded like a good plan to her.

The girls always refer to the men that they plan to have sex with, or are currently having sex with, as dates, or dating.

Tonight Sally is going on a date with Roger.

What that really means is that Sally is going to make sure that she gets fucked by Roger tonight.

A couple of weeks ago, Marty was dating a man named Steve. Which means a couple of weeks ago, Marty was letting a man named Steve fuck her.

When the roommates are at home with each other they don’t bother to use such niceties as dating, or phrase’s like I’m seeing someone, they usually come right out and tell it like it is. Only around others, like co-workers, or when groups of friends gather, do they use the politically correct terms when referring to their social behavior.

Later that evening, Anna and Marty were pouring their second glass of wine when in stormed Sally.

‘You’re home early, how was the movie?’

‘That bastard, that fucking bastard!’

‘Who’s a bastard?’ Anna asked, not aware of Sally’s date with Roger.

‘Roger, he’s a bastard, he’s a fucking bastard. Bastard!’

‘What happened, you had your whole date planned this morning, why is he a bastard?’ Marty asked, not really caring what happened on Sally’s date. The wine was starting to take its desired effect, and she was just glad that it wasn’t her that was having a miserable time that night.

‘That bastard took me to the sci-fi movie that we had planned to see, and as the lights dimmed in the theater I leaned over, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick.’

‘That sounds like everything was going as planned according to what you told me this morning.’

‘Right, that’s what I thought too. But I no sooner had his cock in my mouth, and he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him and said we’re here to see the movie.’

This had never happened to Sally before, once sex started with her as with most women, it didn’t stop until the man achieved an orgasm.

Actually, this had never happened to Marty or Anna either.

‘You’re right, he is a bastard,’ Anna chuckled. ‘Sounds like you two are starting to get a little too familiar with each other. You know the old saying, familiarity breeds contempt.’

‘Well whatever it breeds, he won’t be breeding it with me. Ever again!’

‘So what did you do after he pulled his dick out of your mouth?’ Marty asked, now getting curious.

‘Oh, I stood up and tossed the four dollar soda he bought me in his lap, walked outside, hailed a cab, and came home.’

‘Okay, I’ve got to ask, what did he do after you threw your drink in his lap?’ Anna inquired, still chuckling, partly because of the wine.

‘The nerve of that fucking bastard, he called me a cunt, me a cunt, and he said it so loud that everyone in the theater heard him.

So as I walked up the aisle to leave, I could hear people giggling as I went by. That fucking bastard!’

‘Have a glass of wine and try to calm down, and look on the bright side, now you can go freelance to Laura’s party on Saturday night like Anna and me, there’s supposed to be a lot of available penis’s floating around according to Laura.’

Marty was never one to mince words, especially when alcohol was involved.

‘Anna, would you mind opening another bottle, I’m going to want another glass after this one,’ Marty asked, pouring her third glass of wine and prompted Sally to drink.

‘Hey cunt, drink up.’

‘Hey cunt yourself,’ Sally replied laughing, and then asked.

‘Anyone know what cunt stands for?’

Marty thought for a moment, and then asked.

‘What?’

‘It stands for, Can’t Understand Normal Thinking.’

At that, Marty rolled onto the floor laughing loudly.

‘Do you two know the difference between a pussy and a cunt?’ Anna asked her soon to be very inebriated roommates.

‘No but I bet you’re going to tell us aren’t you Anna,’ Sally answered smiling.

‘Well, a pussy is a warm and fuzzy, soft and moist, sometimes juicy, aromatic body part that men love and desire and can’t get enough of. And a cunt is the person that owns the pussy, that men hate and are repulsed by, like Sally!’

The rest of the night the girls laughed and called each other cunt’s, as Sally retold the story of her failed fellationic experience, vowing never to ever have any contact with Roger as long as they both shall live.

‘I can’t believe it’s Saturday already, can you Anna?’ Sally asked.

Sally didn’t wait for Anna’s answer, she was too excited about the prospective lays that were supposed to be at Laura’s party that evening.

‘I’m going to wear my red dress; do you think that it makes me look like a whore? I mean it’s very low cut, and when I bend over, if you’re at just the right angle, you can see part of my nipples. What do you think?’

Anna knew that Sally couldn’t care less if people could see her nipples when she bent over, especially men.

She thought, what’s the point, practically every male on the planet has not only seen her nipples, most of them have touched them one way or another.

‘Wear a bra, that should solve the problem.’

‘That’s no fun, how am I going to pick up a guy tonight if I’m wearing a bra? Are you aware of how much competition there’s going to be at that party tonight. I’m telling you Anna, if you want to meet some guy, and take him out and fuck him, oh that’s right you don’t fuck. Well if you want to meet some guy, and take him out and do whatever it is that you do on a date, you better not wear a bra either.

Maybe we should wear something shear, you know, show a little areola through our clothes, not much, just a hint, just enough to get the guys drooling.’

Anna shook her head.

‘You’re sick; you know that, you should seek professional help.’

‘Why Anna, you disappoint me. I thought you knew, I am a professional.’

‘Yes a very sick professional,’ Anna said smiling.

‘Well you do what you want, but as for me, I’m not going to wear a bra with this dress, and I plan to do a lot of bending over around the boys too.’

‘I thought you were worried about looking like a whore?’ Anna reminded Sally.

‘Oh no, you misunderstood. I’m not worried about looking like a whore. I asked you if you thought this dress makes me look like a whore, I was hoping your answer was going to be yes, because I want to look like a whore, whore’s get fucked, and I plan on getting fucked tonight at Laura’s party!’

‘Like I said, you need to seek professional help,’ Anna laughed.

Marty then came rushing into the house.

‘Damn it, it was bad enough that I had to work on a Saturday, especially this Saturday, but then I had to work late on top of that.’

Sally not being too well acquainted with the working world offered her some work place advice.

‘You know there’s a party tonight, you should have just left, that’s what I would have done.’

‘You know I couldn’t do that if I want to keep my job. My boss’ are defending some asshole that killed his girlfriend, he says he did it because she wouldn’t swallow, and they wanted me to dig deep and find them something, anything, they can use to defend his indefensible act at his trial.’

‘Oh, so you take the chance of being late for the party and possibly missing out on some of that, what was it that Laura said?’

Anna spoke up quickly.

‘She said there was going to be a lot of available penis’s floating around.’

‘That’s right; you don’t want to miss all of that available cock floating around the room do you?’

Marty yelled from the bathroom as she hurried to jump into the shower.

‘Trust me; I want to miss out on all of that available dick floating around the party tonight, about as much as I want to see that asshole get acquitted at his trial.’

An hour later and the women were about to set out for the party.

‘Who’s driving?’ Marty asked, as she walked toward the front door.

‘You and Anna can do whatever you want to. I’m taking my own car. We might find it a bit awkward, me getting boinked doggy style in the back seat between you two girls, don’t you think?’

‘Why Sally, you’re so colloquial, but in this case you’re right. I think I’ll take my own car too. I plan on having some fun tonight, and it doesn’t include you two girls, sorry. So Anna, I guess that means we all take our own cars tonight.’

Anna never was much on car-pooling anyway; in fact she hated it. She always felt trapped, not being able to leave whenever she wanted, stuck wherever she was and having to wait until the person that drove was ready to leave. So when Anna heard that they would all be driving separately, she was secretly delighted. Besides, she had planned to hover around all of those available penises floating around the party herself, and her plans didn’t include her roommates either.