Bella

The first day went well and I guess my plan showed signs of success. I knew it couldn't end well though. This was just a start; a dangerous step that might send me to hell. It definitely hadn't made things easier when she discovered that dr. Knight was sexy as hell. He was, as the book of beauty described, the goddess of sex.

I know that I'm virgin, but I'm not innocent at all. Being virgin doesn't mean that I'm a nerd or that I don't know how sex works, or how to resist a hot man. On the contrary; what I have faced and lived with almost all of my childhood, up until my teenager years, gave me enough experience to play the playgirl, who turns on every single guy, without ever being penetrated.

Yes, I'm smart, and I have always had control over myself and my body. I haven't allowed any guy to fuck me because I didn't want them to, not because I was searching for a man like my father, as I'd told Dr. Knight. It was because I have suffered, theoretically and emotionally, from having a cheating mother.

I found out that my mother is a slut when I was almost eight. So, yeah, that was too early to learn such a thing about one's mother. I tried to convince myself that it was not true. It wasn't until I saw with my own two eyes, that I accepted it as truth. She'd been spanking another man passionately. I'd just turned eleven.

Since then, I decided to stay a virgin. I wanted to take out my revenge on every man I met; every pig who, above all, wanted to fuck me. The hilarious thing is that I used to be the popular girl at school. I'd casually brake up with a new guy after dating him and using him emotionally, and then I'd move on to the next guy.

But none of them won my body or my heart. I kept myself pure, but I did enjoy touching myself, and being toughed, all over my body. I let the boys lick my pussy, and I sucked a lot of dicks. The blowjob was one of my specialists. I wanted to show how much I could satisfy a guy without giving him my pussy, and I succeeded every time.

I left them with a shattered and broken heart as part of my defense mechanism, recreating what my mother often did to my father. I thought that he didn't know that my mother cheated on him, but I was mostly wrong. He knew, but he refused to process the information.

But by the time I figured out that he was deceiving himself, I was almost fifteen. He'd kept the truth at bay in order to protect our family, and I came to respect him for that. Furthermore, he loved my mother unconditionally, which is rather romantic.

I remember when I was fourteen; in high school. I was dating a jock in my school. He asked me for a date to a fancy restaurant that his father co-owned. When we walked in, I saw something that made me freeze. I saw my father sitting on the lap of another man.

I was so angry that I had to excuse myself. I went to the washroom and, as I sat on a toilet, I closed my eyes and, in my mind, I fucked the man my father was with. I tortured him sexually and mentally and, when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was masturbating – it was my first time.

I broke up with my date after a couple of weeks. There were tears rolling down his cheeks. We were in the middle of the hallway and it was embarrassing. I said that he was a lousy lay, loud enough for people to hear, and then I walked away.

After that, all of the jock in the school chased me. They had heard rumors that I liked older men, and that I was a porn star. I didn't care though. I continued to do what I'd always done, and it had worked for me.

I started to date a few guys, but no one made me feel special. Not one of them was attractive to my eyes. It must have been fate then, when, on the day that I turned twenty-one – on the day of my graduation ceremony – everything changed.

My father was in another country because of a very important meeting, but he had promised to come over home early to celebrate my graduation with me and my mother.

I came early to search for my mother, who totally ignored me over the past few years, while I'd been in collage. Just as I arrived though, I spotted a man coming out of our house and she was kissing him, and she was squeezing his dick in the parking lot.

She kissed him for the last time and he stormed out of the parking lot with his car. My eyes watched him till I realized that he'd parked only a few meters away. I hid where he couldn't see me and, stealthily, I followed him. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized he was our neighbor, Dr. Knight.

I barged inside our house to face my mother who, like a complete bitch, laughed with a smirk; without any feel of regret. She said, "I'm in love with another man, and guess what? His dick is better than your father's'.

I told my father, but he barely said a word. I guess that he had gone numb. He had known all along but, if people knew, it changed things. It was at that moment that I decided something. If my father wouldn't take revenge on Dr. Knight, I would do so on his behalf.

I made a plan to make this man mine, to make my mother face her worst nightmare, to have her feel just one drop of pain that she'd inflicted my father with over the years. I collected data about Dr. Knight, but I didn't see him until that first day, in his office. Things had gone well then but, to be honest, I'd felt scared.

I'd known that he was touching me inappropriately, but I didn't show him that I did. I didn't want to scare him off. That being said, his affection for me and my body scared me half to death – but there was no way to go back. I had decided to make him mine, and that was still the plan. Even if I had to lose my virginity to him, I would do it. Even if I had to marry him, I would. In the end, my mother needed to drink from her own glass and pay for her sins.

As it had been the day before, I was his last patient. I blew a long breath. I waited inside my car for a long time. I wanted to be the last one; to be able to take my time with him.

I took the elevator, encouraging myself that I could do it. For my father.

My mother had said recently that she would ask my father for a divorce for that man. I can't imagine my father getting old so early, and all because he had married a whore like my mother. He had worked hard to give her a luxurious life. He didn't deserve any of this.

Even if he was secretly a homosexual, he didn't deserve this.

Finally, I stepped inside the clinic. The nurse greeted me and I did the same back; faking a polite smile. A minute later, she asked me to go inside. She didn't open the door for me. She was obviously getting ready to go.

I knocked on the door first, and then I walked in. Dr. Khnight stood up nervously. He gave me a blank looks as if he didn't imagine that I would've shown up – which was fair. He was definitely not acting ethically.

I smiled. "Hello, Dr."

He nodded. "Hello, Ms." He emphasized her title, Ms.

I walked inside and sat down in the patient's chair. "Dr. Knight…" I began, but he cut me off.

He raised his brows and said, "call me Angelo, please."

I nodded and smiled lightly. "Yes," I said. "Angelo, could you please give me some time. I've been talking with one of my friends and I got scared of what you did during my checkup."

He cleared his throat and said, "What did you tell her?" he asked curiously and stood up in a shock as he walked closeer to me.

I scrunched my nose. "Well," I said. "Almost everything, I suppose. She told me that you checked my anus and my breasts because you wanted to check if I had cancer because, apparently, it can hit girls in my age."

I explained everything to him shyly, but it was all a lie. I hadn't talked to anyone except for myself. I can't let anyone know that my mother is a whore.

I could see the relief all over his face and, with a deep sigh, he said, "Oh! That's good."

I stood up and his eyes didn't leave me for a second. "I need more time," I said. "I mean, I'm virgin but… I have never been…" I trembled.

What's wrong with me? I wondered. I was pretending but, actually, his eyes made me nervous and everything suddenly felt very real.

I tried again. "I have never been…" I paused again. I couldn't find a word to say.

"You haven't been touched before?" he said. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

I shook my head. "No," I replied. "I have actually have been touched everywhere, and I'm the best at giving blowjobs." I smirked and shot him a confident look.

Hi eyes narrowed his and he looked as if he were trying to process what I'd just said to him. The shock of it made him angry, obviously, but he still loved me as because I am a virgin.

I stepped closer and leaned on the desk in front of him. I posed seductively, ruffled my hair, and said, "I give the best at blowjob ever. But… no one had affected me with their touch in the way that you have."

I leaned closer to his face and said, "That is why I have to go now. I can't let myself lose my virginity to someone I don't know, even if it means that I never learn how to masturbate properly…"

I stood up and waltzed slowly in the direction of the door. I was waiting for his move. Suddenly, his hand locked the door and he said, "Let us talk at least. How about dinner?" he raised his brows and waited for my reply.

I chuckled lightly. "Yes, sure. I would love too, I said."

He grabbed his jacket and his suitcase and we walked to the elevator together. Once we were in the parking lot, he saw me to my car and asked her, Is that your car?"

I nodded "It is. do you like it?"

I had forgotten that my mother used to take my car out and that he might have recognized it. In order to distract him, I said, "Can I ride with you? I'm so tired and I don't want to drive."

He nodded and walked in front of me in the direction of his black Porsche. When we got there, he opened the door for me like a real gentleman, and I could suddenly see why so many women fell for him!

As I sat, I caught a smell of his shirt, and my hormones went crazy. "I like that smell," I said, "I could see you on top of me…. But…"

He cleared his throat and pulled himself back. "But what?" he wondered

"But it is too bad," she said. "I'm scared that I might fall in love with you, and I have no interest in relationships, let alone love. For now, I just want to be me; a spicy virgin with a touch of attitude."