Touch Me: Erotica Book 1 (The Virgin to Vixen Series) (3 page)

I opened my eyes and watched the people in front of me
touch
and
probe
each other. The unique smell of sex was in the air
, though I did not really know what it was at first, but then realized where t
he scent
originated
and how it was created
.
I was in my element—an element that quenched my
artistic
desire
and my desire to create something unique and real with my body
.
The smell,
the raw passion
,
left me
year
ning
for more.
My fingers slid from the top of my clitoral
area
to
my
small
,
tight virgin hole
.
I heard a moan leave my lips
right
before I heard
him
whisper in my ear.

“Why are you standing here alone?”
His voice vibrated against my
earlobe
.

His voice was
deep
, melodic and oozing sex appeal. His
warm
breath tantalized the
inside
of my ear. I could feel every hair on my body stand on end. I wanted to scream, yet I wasn’t scared.
He
had
asked me a question
,
and I decided to
answer
him.

“Because I like to watch,”
I said
,
my
soft
voice barely le
aving
my lips. I didn’t dare turn around. I wanted to, but then again, I didn’t. The
mysterious
approach
turned me on.

He was close
enough
to my
body
that I could feel his presence, yet far enough away that I couldn’t feel his touch. For some odd reason, I yearned to
feel
him, even if he leaned up against me just once.
But then I felt a
panic
start to
rise
in my throat when I thought about
this
man
taking my virginity.
I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

“Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t
just
watch, you should share in the delight of being touched.”

“I’ve never been touched
.
”
T
he
confession
had
tumbled
from my mouth
before I could stop it
. I didn’t
want
this
sensual
man
to know that I was a virgin, but I wondered if he would steal my
virginity
if he knew.

“Why have you waited this long?
”

I was at a loss for words. I wanted to tell him about my
strict
childhood and my underlying reasons, but I didn’t want to
ramble
. My hand was still in my panties, as
motionless
as
a
scared mouse
. My legs were trembling with excitement and
fear
. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but him.
I didn’t
need
to see him
.
I could tell that he w
as
the epitome of
perfect
ion
.
He sounded
perfect
. His
breath smelled
perfect
,
and he oozed
excellence
.

I took a deep breath and found my voice again. “The right man has never tried.”

“What
would
make
him
the right man?”

He was close enough to
smell
the conditioner in my hair.
The
tingle
up and down my
spine
made me sporadically shiver
and I realized that it was because he stood so close to me that I felt his energy
mingling with
mine
. I felt embarrassed.
I was
so inexperienced
,
and he was so sure of himself.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you little one.”

The sound of the base from the music in the club matched the beat of my heart. Both moved at the pace of a race car. I
wondered if
he could hear my heart beat. Heck
,
he was close enough to
feel
it pulsate through my body. I also knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. I could hear the
kindness
in his voice.

“What
’s
your name?”
h
e
leaned in and asked.

“Alina.”

“
What a beautiful name. It fits you.
How old are you
,
Alina?”

“Nineteen,” I whispered.
That was a lie. I was
almost
nineteen.

“To be in this part of the club you have to be twenty-one.”

“I didn’t –”

“Shhh,” he cut me off. “Don’t explain. I won’t
tell
if you don’t tell.”

I swallowed hard.
I felt
as though
I
was
in trouble.
I had a sudden urge to
run
from him. My face was no longer staring around the corner of the
wall
,
instead
,
I was staring at the wall. The
front
of my
body
was
almost pressed against
the wall
while he stood inches behind me. I think he sensed my
panic
because his next words disappointed me.

“If you’re scared, you can leave
the club
. I won’t stop you.”

Yes,
I was scared
,
but in a good way.
I didn’t want to
leave
. I wanted him to kiss me and
touch
me. I just wasn’t ready for him to do more
than
that
. How
c
ould I
convey
that to him without sounding like a blabbering idiot?

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“
‘
Yes.
” I
was shocked at my
immediate
response. But, I
did
trust
him. If he wanted to hurt me,
I assumed that
he would have done it already.

“You said
you’ve never been touched. Right?”

“Yes.”

“The
basic
act
of being touched can be
sensual
, erotic and pleasurable. Or, it can feel wrong and
unnatural
. So many people
take
touching for granted.
Most
people
in this room
understand
the art of touching
,
yet more important
ly,
they
understand
how to
release
themselves to be touched.”

I listened closely to every word that slipped softly from his mouth.
With each word, my inner ear felt
as though it was
being caressed by the melody of the greatest love song
, his voice
.
I felt as though
I
was
in a trance.
Something had replaced the
fear
that I
had
fe
lt
with the desire to
understand
what he was saying to me
. At that moment, I
let
him
become
my
teacher
while
I
became his
student. This was a mutual
understanding
just at
the moment
when
I said, “Show me.”

Although he didn’t say he was going to
walk
away from me, I knew
it
the moment
that
he did. I felt an
instant
chill on my back from the disappearance of his warmth
. I felt the
sudden
deprivation of his presence
. I didn’t turn around. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. What
had I said
to make him walk away? What
had I done
to scare off a
sensual
man
who
had
wanted to
touch
me?

I leaned my head against the wall and listened to the moaning sounds on the other side
of a hundred people being touched
, seduced, fulfilled
. I was not ready to join that group and my mysterious gentleman seemed to have left
. I removed my hand from my panties and decided
to
just
go
home
and face the music at having stomped out of the house during a conflict with my parents
. Apparently
,
I was not a
desirable
human being for anyone.
I thought I had found something unique here, but the man had fled.
When I had made up my mind to
leave
,
and began to think about finding my way back to the security door,
I heard his voice behind me again. More tears welled up in my eyes from an overwhelming amount of joy to hear my
sexy
stranger
’s voice vibrate against my inner ear once
again.

“Miss me?” he asked.

“Yessss,” I replied. “I’m
so
glad you came back.”

“
Yes, I can see that you are.
If you want me to
‘
show you,
’
then you have to agree to do whatever I tell you.”

I paused.
“I will.”

“Don’t question me
.
D
on’t
ever think
I’ll hurt you
,
because I won’t.”

“I know you won’t,” I whispered.

“How do you know
I won’t hurt you? Why do you believe this
?”

“I just do.
It’s a feeling when you are near, that I am safe.
”

“Good girl, you’re using your sense
s
already.”

He reached up and put
a silk
cloth
over my eyes. I flinched at first and felt my heart
go
into overload, but I had to
trust
him. I wanted to
trust
him. I also wanted to question him.

“Why do I need a blindfold?”
I asked,
more
curious
than
afraid.

He removed the blindfold from
my
face and whispered, “We’
re done.”

“Why?” my voice shrieked.
“I just asked you a question.”

“Because, you, little one, cannot follow directions
.
”

“I can
!
” I turned my head to the
side
to whisper back at him.
“I promise
.
I can.
Please continue.
”

He continued to
put
the blindfold over my eyes
, so that I could not see anything
.
I was reduced to
relying on
my other senses, and my trust in him increased
as I made myself more vulnerable to him
.
An
odd
tingling welled up between my legs.
It felt like the same tingling sensation that I
’d
experience
d since I was sixteen years old
. It was
an
odd
desire
that I
never acted upon.
Oh
,
there were times that I wanted to see what would happen if I touched myself, but I refrained because of my mother’s words that were driven into me from the age of five. Sex was
sinful
. Sex was wrong.