Club of Virgins

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presentation but he was gone. I turned my body sideways and glanced around at the stalls and the crowd of people but did not find him.
    I kept walking. My head was spinning. I looked all around. I wanted to find him so much. I wanted to make sure he was still there, waiting for me.
    It was then, looking ahead, that I saw someone leaning on a dark car parked in the university car park. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was staring down at the floor. During my approach he did not look up at me.
    “Natan,” I muttered as I stopped before him.
    He raised his head and looked at me seriously. He seemed annoyed. His melancholy gaze analyzed my costume and then he looked to one side, quickly removing his gaze from my image that clearly upset him for some reason.
    “I hated that presentation,” he confessed coolly.
    “Why?” I approached him more and stopped before him. Natanael raised his head and looked into my blue eyes which I had outlined with black pencil.
    “I felt jealous to see you dancing with that guy! You two exchanged smiles and intimate looks, I ...”
    He shook his head and looked away.
    “What bullshit!” I shook my head. “All that was part of the dance and for your information that guy has a fiancé.”
    Natan looked at me again. His anger seemed to diminish. I took another step forward and came face to face with him. Natan’s hands held my face on both sides and he confessed to me, “I want you to be my girlfriend!”
    “Girlfriend?” I asked.
    I smiled, quite surprised. We didn’t know each other well and I felt that Natan was being quite forward. I did not know if something serious between us would be the best decision to be made.
    “Yeah!” he said looking into my blue eyes. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Chapter 17
     
     
    Natanael
     
     
     
    After the presentation I took Peta home in my father's car. As always, she convinced me come into her house and as always I couldn’t refuse her invitation. There was a very strong chemistry between us which prevented our bodies from wanting to be separated from each other for a long time.
    Peta opened her front door but she had no time to turn on the light in the living room. The house was dimly lit. She closed the door again behind us and when she turned to face me I came up close to her, pulled her by the waist and surprised her with a kiss on the lips.
    Our tongues dueled. Peta opened her lips against mine and moaned into mine softly. My hand held the sides of her face and I kissed her with a burning desire, in order to know where all that fire would take us and how far we would burn with it.
    I crossed my arms over her lower limbs and brought her up, her legs crossed at the top of my waist. Peta could feel my erect penis even inside my dark jeans. I knew that because she looked at me and smiled. Not ungluing my lips from hers, I walked with her to the couch and sat down with her on my lap.
    I closed my eyes and rested my neck against the body of the sofa when I felt Peta start rolling over me. Quickly she pulled the shirt from my body and started kissing, sucking and biting my nipples. I firmly held her by her hair and pulled to bring her face to my mouth up to mine. My tongue slid down her chin and then back up her lips.
    She groaned into my mouth.
    Peta lifted her head and stared at me in the eyes then she began to slowly unbutton her lacy, white blouse with ribbons. My eyes were fixed on her finger’s movements.
    She removed her shirt from her body and then she unhooked her bra back and brought it down slowly. My eyes were on a pair of beautiful breasts with a few freckles and with  rosy nipples.
    Without interruption, my face slammed into them. I began to lick them in full after biting them carefully.
    Peta moaned softly and strongly held onto my straight, dark hair.
    “Make me yours!” She whispered and her hands went down to my waist and opened my belt. She unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper. Her hand came into my

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