The Virgin (4 page)

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For the rest of the semester Laci became obsessed with collecting panties, adorned with the lipstick of her innocent, curious classmates.

All the girls were so nervous, yet terribly eager. Laci loved their naked bodies, quivering uncontrollably underneath her touch. Every orgasm was slightly different. Some were pulsing, the young virgins rocked by successive waves of libidinal energy. Others built up into a tremendous explosion, their screams heard throughout half the dorm. A few even went into what almost seemed like a trance, shaking and gasping, the pleasure evenly saturating every synapse in their bodies for a prolonged period.

But still, despite the wondrous, idyllic weeks spent with her classmates, Laci thought of the Serpent. He was out there, somewhere, waiting for her. Sometimes at night, laying alone in bed, she could even sense his massive presence, stalking her. Without question, the Serpent was nearby. He lusted for her virginity...and her very soul! If she wasn’t careful, he might have both.

Of course, the Serpent liked to hide on various repairmen, so she stayed far away from them. That bus driver last week had given her a funny look. Did he have the Serpent, hidden away in his pants? Probably. She’d hopped off the bus three blocks away from her dorm, running through a few parking lots and around the corner to lose him. Thankfully, the Serpent was busy driving the bus, so he couldn’t follow.

Maybe in a few years, she could handle the Serpent, conquer him like the blonde housewife in the video. But not now. At this point she needed to run and hide, making sure the Serpent didn’t plant himself between her helpless legs, invade her mouth and poison her soul.

Soon Laci began visualizing the Serpent everywhere. While sitting in class, she imagined his huge, purple head sticking up outside the window, glaring in at her. That made it hard to concentrate on the lecture, especially since everyone else didn’t seem to realize the danger. Couldn’t the others see what was happening, the evil Serpent trying to get in at all the virgins? Shifting to the other side of the seat, Laci did her best to ignore him.

Another time, again on the bus, the Serpent was actually driving the car next to them, ramming his massive presence into the steering wheel, his balls pressing the “adult” pedals on the floor. (She wasn’t even sure what those were for. Mom never let her get her licence, as only young whores drove around on their own.) Laci thought this might be a little dangerous, as the Serpent surely wasn’t a very good driver. When a police car passed by, she even banged on the window to get his attention, pointing wildly at the human-sized penis in the car one lane over. But the cop blithely drove on, with everyone else on the bus giving her nasty looks. That wasn’t very nice.

There were other times, the Serpent once chasing her down the street, barking and yelping, his huge hairy balls dragging on the pavement. Or in the Dean’s Office, his bald head bobbing and weaving about in the next room. The Serpent even liked to waggle his way across her computer and cell phone, sometimes even ejaculating right on the screen! (Let’s face it, there isn’t enough disinfectant in the world for that one.) It really got to be annoying.

Finally, the Serpent even surprised her in the cafeteria, lunging up out of the big vat of chili to knock her plate on the floor. Pointing and yelling, she tried to tell everyone that there was a Serpent in the chili! There...look! Get a big spoon. And maybe a condom! Call Security! It wants to fuck her! Couldn’t everyone see that?

But no one did. A half-dozen cafeteria workers poked at the chili, and that particular vat was finally hauled off. (But Laci knew they wouldn’t throw it out. If anything, they would just serve the Serpent-chili for dinner tomorrow.) And indeed, no one else had noticed a “penis-shaped organism” within the chili, partially submerged or otherwise, though one girl did throw up when questioned on the matter. It was all very strange.

Depressed, Laci finally promised the confused security guards that she would make an appointment with the campus psychologist. Dragging herself off to class, hungry and despondent, she didn’t hear a word the professor said.

It was in this state, wandering home later that evening, that Laci saw the young housewife from her mother’s favorite video walking down the other side of the street.

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With a regal, even stride, blonde hair bouncing casually about her shoulders, the porn actress made her way past the brownstones across the way. Dressed in tasteful business attire, with a knee-length grey skirt and a blazing white blouse, she seemed happy and carefree. Stopping to pet a particularly cute Labrador puppy and coo at a baby in a stroller, the young goddess then made her way to the corner, turning and walking on out of sight.

Stunned, Laci tried to calm her racing thoughts. The girl seemed the same...yet very different. It was almost like the same body, but possessed by another persona. Maybe five years older than when Laci had seen her last, sprawled across the kitchen counter, the Serpent rammed deeply inside her hips, she seemed much more mature and confident. Well, that only made sense. Winning the battle with the Serpent, taking his essence within you, then converting it to goodness and light, will do that.

But she was getting away. And with the Serpent now stalking Laci herself, the porn actress would know exactly what to do! Maybe she could even chase the Serpent away for good, get him to bother someone else? It was worth a shot.

Springing into action, Laci raced across the boulevard. A car lurched to a halt with squealing breaks and blaring horn, but Laci didn’t care. Running down the opposite sidewalk, Laci nearly whipped around the far corner, desperate not to lose her quarry.

Panicking, the coed didn’t see the distinctive blonde hair anywhere. But wait! Was that her turning the corner yet again? Running off, Laci nearly knocked an old lady to the ground. Well, that’s what happens when you stand in the wrong place.

There she was! Firmly reacquiring her target, Laci soon found herself stalking the Victor Of The Kitchen, about half-a-block behind. She moved with an easy grace, not even breaking stride when men tried to talk with her. With smiles and nods for everyone, she nearly floated down the sidewalk, her exquisite shoes and handbag matching perfectly.

After ten minutes she stopped at a particular brownstone, walked up a half-dozen steps to the entrance, and pulled a set of keys from her purse. The woman then slipped inside, closing the door with a soft clunk.

Gingerly approaching the residence herself, Laci just stared up at the now-shut door. This was the kind of place where established people lived, usually as couples. Walking back and forth, Laci tried to get a better sense of the situation, working up her own courage.

Well, Laci needed help, and this was the only place she could get it. Thus, with a determined sigh, the college girl walked up to the door herself, firmly rapping on the wood.

At first nothing happened, and Laci was afraid she simply wouldn’t answer the door. Finally, however, the lock clicked from inside, the front entrance slowly swinging open to reveal the angelic porn star. Even in a tasteful, conservative top, her blouse seemed to nearly burst out from her chest. Jesus, did this girl have a rack.

Smiling warmly, she stood in the half-open doorway, one hand on the knob. “May I help you?”

Awestruck, Laci could only stare into her deep blue eyes, faint wisps of ethereal  blonde purity gently grazing her flawless skin. “I, uh...No! See, it’s like...Well, you know, when, um...” Trailing off in frustration, Laci knew she must sound like a complete moron. “It’s the Serpent!”

“The Serpent? I don’t understand.” Smiling encouragingly, the brownstone dweller appeared to be about a decade older than Laci herself. “You don’t seem well. Are you...having some kind of seizure?”

“No!” Laci blurted out, waving her hands about. This must be what it was like for a chipmunk with blue balls. “You know! The Serpent! He’s here!”

“The Serpent,” she again thoughtfully repeated, bringing a finger to her lips. An expensive engagement diamond and wedding band shone brightly in the late afternoon light. “I’m not sure I’m following.”

“You know, from the kitchen!” Laci exclaimed. “With the repairman! In the movie!”

At this, the first alarm bell went off in the blonde’s head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she coolly replied, starting to close the door.

“Yes, you do!” Stepping forward, Laci put her foot in the way. “You were the virgin housewife, and then the repairman came in, and...uh, put the Serpent in you...”

“You must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“No, I don’t!” Solemnly nodding, Laci’s breathing began to speed up. “That’s my favorite movie! First the repairman came into the kitchen. Then you took the Serpent inside your hips, and then your mouth...”

“Shhh!” Still smiling, the blonde’s gaze became very hard. “All right. Just keep your voice down.”

“Well, I know who you are.” Girlishly folding her arms, she tried to look resolute. “We need to talk.”

“We need to talk about what?” Still trying to sound pleasant, the porn actress clearly didn’t want a scene on her doorstep. “Money, I would assume?”

Money? What was she talking about? “You defeated the Serpent in the kitchen!” Laci stubbornly continued. “He fucked you, but you won!”

Now the classy blonde frowned, studying Laci more closely. “Are you an idiot or something?”

“No.” Desperately, Laci shook her head. “I’m not!”

“But this is some kind of shakedown, right? You want money to keep quiet about my past?”

“What? No!” This was all getting very confusing. “I just need your help. With the Serpent!”

“What is this Serpent?” Rubbing her forehead, the young wife craned her head to look around. The crazy girl on her doorstep appeared to be alone, but you never knew. “Is that a code word for some kind of scam?”

Laci just mutely stood there. Scam? She didn’t understand.

The silence grew long between them. Sighing, the woman folded her arms. “So let me see if I understand the situation. You won’t go away until we talk about this Serpent, or whatever this is. Is that it?”

Silently nodding, Laci stared up into her beautiful face.

“And this has nothing to do with money? Threatening to publically reveal my past unless I pay you?”

“No,” Laci mumbled.

“All right. Let’s get this over with.” Standing back, the porn star bade her enter. Laci quickly crossed the threshold, the door slamming shut behind them.

It was a very nice place, with expensive furniture and other stuff. Crossing into the living room, the stunning young matron graciously indicated the couch. “Please sit.”

Uncomfortably perching on the edge of a sofa, Laci watched her hostess settle back on a blazing white chair opposite her. A black cat hopped up on the armrest, purring.

“You’re married,” Laci observed, looking down at her gold-adorned left hand.

“Yes, I am.” Looking regal and refined, the blonde gently scratched the cat behind the ears. “For two years now.”

“Oh.” Rubbing her face, Laci thought that didn’t make much sense.

“I’m Jennifer, by the way.”

“Laci.”

“So, you’ve obviously seen at least one my films,” Jennifer continued, intense blue eyes never leaving Laci. “Tell me about that.”

And so she did, talking of her mother’s porn collection, and all the movies they watched together. Laci then related her mother’s odd take on their favorite film, along with Laci’s hallucinations now that she was living away from home.

“Let me get this straight.” Leaning forward, the porn actress was clearly intrigued. “You think that by having a tremendous orgasm, I defeated some supernatural creature within John’s cock?”

“No! Not in his cock,” Laci amended. “There wasn’t any cock there. Just the Serpent!”

“Oh. I see.” She smiled. “And now you think this Serpent is following you around here?”

“Yes.” Miserably twisting her hands together, Laci looked away.

“Are you a virgin?”

“I am!” Laci paused. “How could you tell?”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Honey, do you think you’re the first girl to grow up with a wacky, pent-up mother and then come to the big city?”

“No.” Laci giggled. “All the other girls in the dorm are like that!”

“Oh, the things you girls must be doing to one another!” Clicking her tongue, the blonde’s eyes narrowed. “But there’s no cock involved. Not yet. Am I right?”

“No.” Laci shook her head. “No cock. That would be bad.”

“Oh, it would be just horrible.” Sitting forward, she kicked off her shoes, sensuously wiggling her toes within white stockings. “And you’re the one giving orgasms, but you haven’t had one yet. Correct?”

“That’s right.” How did Jennifer know all this?

“Are you collecting panties?” With a wicked grin, the blonde began unbuttoning her own shirt. “I used to do that, when I went off to a Catholic college.”

“Uh...yeah.” Where was this all going?

Standing, the married woman took off her blouse. Obviously a full D-cup, full and firm, her cleavage went on forever. “Laci, are you wondering how I went from being a porn actress to the wife of a prominent, wealthy young State Assemblyman? The man who might be our next Lieutenant Governor, in fact?”