The prologue.

Virgin Bunny

February 2008

How's your week looking? Wanna come over some time this week?

"Oh my god, already?" I moaned. "Seriously? Booty call for hook ups now?" I peeked open both of my eyes, and sure enough, there was a text from Christian. I glanced at the time at the corner of of my phone and groaned again.

It was eight something in the evening and I had been sleeping for three hours since I got back from my last class. I still felt like shit and I knew a cold a or a fever was just around the corner…

Lurking in the dark.

Kate should be sleeping since it was either in the middle of the night or early in the morning in Paris on Tuesday, while I was still living in Monday night. It was probably around the same time for my brother in England, the kid got to go to Eton College. Though, I doubted that either of them would actually be asleep.

I could still distinctly remember the bomb shell I dropped on the both of them on Sunday night when I came back.

I told them I had sex for the very first time, with a guy I just met at a party yesterday.

My brother literally replied with a crass phrase telling me to shut the fuck up because he now had to bleach his eyes for the words that he had read. So, it was probably a no to sharing the glorious details with him.

Kate on the other hand, I was more than sure would be thrilled to listen to my recount. She would want all the details, even though I wasn't sure how glorious it actually was.

At least mom didn't rat me out to dad and actually reacted pretty mildly about it. Without thinking, I screenshot the new notification and sent it to Kate because I honestly had no idea what I should say and she was my best friend since high school, so for the longest time we had been sharing everything with each other. Besides, my roommate and friends here were all not virgins like boring old me.

Although I couldn't be sure whether Kate had lost her v-card or not in high school but she knew I didn't.

Even when my prom date had been my crush for practically my entire high school career, frankly, I wasn't that into the guy to be physically attracted to the point that I was having wet dreams of him and dreaming about sleeping with him. I thought about losing it before I go to uni, but I didn't trust my crush to do the job.

When are you going to sleep tonight? Wanna call now?

I purse my lips pondering whether I was in the mood or not, but I wasn't the least bit surprised that she wasn't asleep. She had probably just came back from a party or something.

She picked up on second ring.

"You can hear me right?" She check with me and I confirmed. "Okay, spill."

"I told you about Saturday right?"

"Yes, you mentioned it but not in great detail. But, wait," she halted me from launching into my tale. "You used a condom right?"

"Yes, mom, it was safe," I groaned amusedly at her but it was sweet and caring of her to at least ask. I wouldn't have had sex with him if he didn't wear a condom.

"You sound out of it," Kate commented, she didn't sound much sober either, but I knew my voice came out tired and weak, and slightly muffled reflecting exactly how fatigue and exhausted I was currently feeling.

"I'm sorry I passed out yesterday night. Well, Sunday night afterward, I was going to call you, but I was exhausted after sex. I am so beat and I think I caught the cold today by ditching my heavy ass coat."

"Oh shit… you have to take care."

"Yeah, I know, but I didn't tell you too much about Saturday, right?"

"Um no," she repeated, "and you need to tell me everything in great detail no matter how sordid they are."

Flashback

"Trixie, what are you getting?" I nudged my roommate who got here with me in the car driven by a freshman who had joined the frat in the first semester.

It was the first time that someone invited me to a decent frat party. It was off campus, so it had to be good, besides Leila got us the invite and she and Susannah knew a lot more people than me

And, they were sophomores.

Now, we were at the bar where they served cocktails. It had been a long while since I've had any cocktail, and the ones that they were mixing here looked more than decent. The parties on campus, well, I just didn't know enough people to attend the good ones. I had been constantly invited to the other frat that consisted mostly of nerds, in my opinion, and they were boring.

The most I'd been to was the ones hosted by the cast that I auditioned with. It was for a school play, and sadly I didn't get any part but I made friends, at least, so it was not bad for my first semester in college.

Now it was the second semester, and I wanted more friends. I had one crush only to realize that he wasn't my type because he was such a lightweight, and his girlfriend, who happened to be my friend as well, was nothing like me.

"There are so many options," Trix gushed. My sentiments exactly. "Leila, have any suggestions?" Ever the indecisive person, she turned to our neighbor in the dorm. "Where's Susie by the say?"

"Her boyfriend took her out."

I tuned out of their conversation and ordered my drink, and sat there scanning the room as I waited. The music wasn't too bad but they were old.I could feel the beat and I wanted to dance, but I needed my drink first. Despite pregaming back there, I wanted more booze to feel the alcohol.

"Hey," I jumped and saw a guy approaching, I didn't know him but he didn't give me the douche vibe. "I'm Christian," and I immediately recognized the name. The freshman that brought us here was brought in by him, and he was a sophomore who also happened to be friends with Leila and Susannah.

I wasn't sure what kind of friends they were but from the impression that the girls gave me, I assumed that they just knew each other from the parties since meeting when they were freshmen.

"Ana," I introduced myself, and we got talking. He was a smooth talker and I was well aware that we were full-on flirting.

"Wanna dance?" He extended his hand when a more upbeat music came on, and I downed the rest of my cocktail before accepting his hand.

It was hot on the dance floor, and I felt even warmer with his hands roaming all over my body accompanied by the downright inappropriate lyrics blasting from the speakers. I didn't know what happened but when I turned around to face him mid-dance, he smashed his lips on mine.

I honestly didn't have too much kissing experience either, but I knew that very moment that was he was an aggressive one. I could tell from just how he was kissing me.

Everything turned heated quickly, and I could feel my hips gyrating against his as our tongues battled. Man, this guy could kiss, and his hair was so soft to the touch.

We were both intoxicated after a few rounds of relay and bullshit with some other people in another room, and I was so wasted that he even had to take a few shots for me because strangely we kept losing.

Soon enough, I found myself being dragged into another room that quickly emptied as we stumbled into it. He was probably pretty popular, I mean the guy was so much better looking than the last one I made out with from the nerdy frat. Under the dimly lit room, I dare say he was actually pretty cute.

He pinned me down on the couch and we were all hands and lips again. I distantly recall nodding when he wanted to pull my top off. Though, I kept my bra on, that part I was sure. I had been topless earlier when we were making out against the bar trying to sober up with cocktails after the drinking game but failed miserably. And, probably got more drunk in the process.

I was only drunk but not to the point where I would black out, so I knew what I was doing.

Christian was going for sex, obviously, because I felt his hand creeping lower and slipping into my panties. I allowed it, wanting a taste of how that felt. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to finger me here, but if he did, I didn't think I had the willpower to stop him. I was in the moment.

"Can I?" He asked against my lips, tugging at my jeans gently, but I shook my head. Not only because I was too drunk, but I also didn't want to be caught in the act in public. Anyone could walk into this room any second. "Okay, if you don't want to we can stick with making out. That's fine with you, right?" He checked, pulling away briefly.

I panted trying to catch my breath, and the instant I nodded, his face cam crashing down and our lips reconnected. I felt like this was the first time I could actually be smothered to death from making out.

I was so out of breath.

I could feel my lips getting sucked and abused to the point it was bruised, and I didn't think it got that intense with the tall and pale white skin dude from the nerdy party.

"I want you," he pulled away imploring through his eyes. I stared right back, my mind suddenly ran out of flirty witty comebacks. It was too dark to identify the color of his eyes but I got a hint that it was a dark color.

"No, I'm too drunk," I remarked, it was the same excuse I used the last time when the tall nerdy dude asked me, and he stopped hinting about it in our make out sash later on. I hoped this guy would respect my decision, too.

Christian pulled back completely and pulled me up with him so we were now somewhat cuddling on the couch. He pulled out his phone and handed it to me, unlocked.

"Can I have your number?" I took it. "We can reconsider once we're both more sober," he said and I felt a little better that he wasn't put off, and I probably wasn't too bad a kisser.

"Oh sure," I only realized then that I couldn't find my phone. It must've fell out at some point during our groping. "Let me find mine first," I searched around with his help feeling like a fool but it wasn't too awkward. Finally I found it in the crack, it must've fell through when I got pinned down. "Full name, please," I requested sassily, and I swore I heard him chuckle.

It took me an embarrassing moment to recall my digits before typing them in. As I typed in, I mutely pondered if he could be the one to do the job. While Kate wanted to lose her virginity to a boyfriend that she actually cared about and vice versa, I only wanted someone with experience and also nice as a person, as well as someone without expectations for more. I just wanted to get it over with, and this guy seemed experienced enough and fitted al the criteria above.

I didn't even consider the fact that he might have trouble understanding the language on my phone because it was in Russian. I was too busy assessing and analyzing whether the guy could tick all my boxes, and I believed I got many reasons to believe that he could tick the last box, because come on, the guy was a freaking frat!

"You speak Russian?" He observed, returning my phone as I handed back his.

"I was born in Ukraine but my family is actually from Russia," I knew he was an America, he couldn't be more like a typical all American boy since the moment we met.

"So this is Ukrainian or Russian?"

"Russian. When I was born, it was still part of the Soviet Union, we moved here when I was really young though, hence I was bilingual and doesn't have an accent like my parents."

"Oh, interesting," he said taking a look at my contact information, and I knew he was only showing morbid interest in my background, but I hope we could talk more whenever we met again. I knew he wasn't the least bit into it right now, not only was he drunk but also he was horny and just wanted to get laid. "Anastasia," he read with a smirk. "I like it."

"Fuck!" I exclaimed the moment I went through the miscalls and messages. I had been radio silent for over two hours making out with this guy. "Shit, I hope she's okay," I muttered typing a response, my fingers flying rapidly across the screen and my drunken brain suddenly sobered up and high on alert.

"What's going on?" He sat up equally alarmed, but by my reaction.

"My roommate," I explained as I maintained communication with Leila. "She's trashed."

He stood up and picked up my shirt on the ground. I was too worried to even feel the embarrassment of practically being topless in a room with a guy I just met, and I didn't think I would remember the physical state that I was in if not for him retrieving my shirt from the floor for me.

"Oh shit," he echoed. "Where's she now?"

"Leila took her back," my eyes were still trained on the text thread as Leila typed, and I only briefly glanced at him to thank him for the shirt. "Fuck," I mumbled as I read that she fell and actually injured herself. She couldn't even remember how she hurt herself.

"How are you going back?" He asked, and I didn't even stop to think what he could mean by that.

"The shuttle bus. I'm sorry, got to cut the night short," I really did feel bad since I truly enjoyed his company even though I wasn't willing to fuck him drunk, but sex with him was now definitely on the table.

"I'll go with you. Don't worry," he got my coat, put it on me, and guided me to the shuttle place since I was so focused on checking in with Leila.

Leila was a lightweight, and one more drink could knock her down several notches, but she also sobered up pretty quickly, so she looked after Trixie for me. Trix was having a really stressful time, that much I knew, and she must've downed vodka shots like water tonight.

My worry eased slightly when we got on the bus and Christian's mouth was back on mine. Leila said she would stay until I got there, so I was now in less of a rush. I was still very concerned, but Leila was responsible and Christian was a great distraction at the moment.

He walked me to the door of my dorm building and we parted with an indecent kiss, and him asking if he could see me later.

"Text me," was what I replied, and I had a feeling of what was coming next.

There was a few trickle of blood on the sheets but overall, Trix looked physically fine to me.

"I would accept that hug gracefully but I'm covered in vomit," Leila said after she filled me in on what happened once she was approached by Trix, and I apologized profusely for not taking care of her and leaving with Christian which resulted me getting back so late, and I also explained that I sort of lost my phone for a while.

For once, I was so glad that she was responsible and a lightweight. I initially thought she was allergic to alcohol, but that was Susie. Still, they partied a lot.

I passed out on my bed after I checked on Trix and removed my makeup, and I slept until noon the next day. Trix was worse, she had a killer hangover and slept till four in the afternoon, and woke up still with a headache. She couldn't remember too much of what happened but told me all that she could, and that pretty much filled in the gaps that Leila had left.

Then, I got a text around six after from Christian asking me if I wanted to watch a movie with him at his place tonight. There was absolutely nothing innocent about this invite, and I actually debated. I never got around to ask him what the 'T' in his name stood for but I doubt it mattered, it wasn't like we were going to be a couple and he only typed it in to humor me since I told him to put in his full name.

I said yes, deciding if he wanted to make out, then so be it. We were both sober anyway. I could always say no to sex, so I went Sunday night after a short debate and deciding against taking a condom with me. It was freezing ass cold outside. After all it was only February, and Cambridge, Massachusetts was like up north.

But, it was Harvard, so what am I complaining about.

Ironically, after we both opted horror out, we ended up watching a documentary he recommended. That was just too obvious, but he wasn't trying to hide the fact that he wanted to have sex with me either.

Not ten minutes into it, he was on me, and the computer was discarded next to the couch. I thought we could watch it on his TV since sophomores had way better dorm rooms than freshmen. It was a long ass walk from my place to his.

I didn't even found a comfortably cuddling position with him.

"Can I?" He lifted my t-shirt, and I consented. Then, one thing followed by the next, I found myself laying naked on my back on his couch, and he was still clothed. But that changed very soon. My mind was so worked up right now to care that it could be a bit awkward, and I was in such a frenzy trying to think of a way to tell him that I was a virgin.

He didn't give me much time to speak because we were soon making out again, and this time we were both naked. His hands were everywhere, and I know I could always say stop, but one thing led to another, and my brain just decided that it needed to shut up.

"Can I tell you something?" I blurted out when I saw him reach for a condom. He stopped, looking at me expectantly and waited for me to continue. "I'm a virgin," I dropped the bomb on him, and I stared, waiting for him to denote or some other reaction anxiously.

"You've never had sex before?" I nodded meekly, and suddenly I found myself being lifted and hauled up and dropped onto his bed. "Stupid question," he murmured under his breath, hovering above me. "Do you still want to continue?"

I knew he was just being being nice and considerate but I really did want to roll my eyes at him at that moment. I mean, I am still naked, in bed with you, right?

I nodded, granting him my consent.

"Say it," he was just being cautious, so I indulged him just like he humored me when he typed in his contact information.

"Yes, I want this."
He nodded with a smile that I couldn't understand the meaning behind, and resumed with his mouth. Only his kisses started to trail lower down my front.

"I'll let you in on a secret, too," he smirked in between my legs, and I didn't realize until now that this guy was way beyond cute, he was downright sinful, too hot to the touch, and he actually had a body to die for, but I was too nervous to drool over his physical attributes. I should've admired his features more carefully yesterday on the shuttle bus, but I was too busy eating his face. "I like it tight, and I know for a fact that virgins are really tight."

I smiled, reciprocating his devilish smirk. "Oh!" I gasped loudly when I felt his tongue descended and made contact with my core.

"I like the smell and taste, too," he mumbled excitedly, and he started again, this time he wasn't stopping.

I didn't know if he was trying to make me cum or simply trying to make me wetter, because neither was working. It wasn't all that exhilarating. At least not as much as I thought it would be, so I let him continue to take the lead and hope that the foreplay was going to get me ready for later.

I obliged later and reciprocated the favor when he asked me to blow him, but I wasn't sure how I did. Though, I did try to deep throat him, but I gagged and gave up. My hands helped a little but I didn't know if he liked it, since the porns I watched never really gave me a clear indication on when the guy was going to cum. So, I stopped when he asked me to. I hope my saliva was enough lubricant if I wasn't wet enough.

I watched him roll on the condom, silently wondering if his size was considered a full package because even though I've seen dicks before, I've never had one in me.

He pumped himself a few times before inserting a finger inside me, to check my wetness. I guess it passed since he lined himself up at my entrance minutes later. His tip rubbed my folds, and I emphasized the smallest feeling of pleasure, and amplified it vocally. I didn't know if my act would boost his ego or actually thwart it. I hope it was encouraging for him.

I had no clue what was happening down there, but it was actually painful but the bearable kind. It was like the first time I tried to insert a tampon, and getting frustrated when I couldn't seem to stuff it in, so I started pushing it with a little more force, to the point that it actually hurt.

"This might make both of our lives easier," he walked away and returned seconds later with a bottle of lubricant. I hope my face was distorted with discomfort earlier.

Once he was in, it felt so much better. It did take me a few moments to get used to this foreign intrusion and stretch to accommodate him.

"Can I move?" He asked gently, leaning down to kiss me on the lips.

I nodded, and he began to roll his hips, rocking his member in and out of me. I didn't feel the pleasure that was obviously written all over his face, but I think I could relate to the joy. At least I was glad he was liking it.

I was loud during sex, and I just discovered that for the first time after all the porn that I'd watched and heard all the noises those porn stars made. I wasn't ashamed probably because I was in the moment, but that bubble bursted for a few seconds when someone knocked on our adjacent wall.

The embarrassment crept in, but his grunts soon made me forget about it.

Round one was mediocre in my opinion, and I didn't know what was next or what to expect. So, I asked and he said he would cuddle with me and talk, and we could watch a bit more of the documentary. I didn't even bother faking an orgasm because he came and pulled out.

I wasn't expecting round two to follow when he told me that we'd cuddle and talk and all the other shit.

I did learn that he had a younger sister in Paris and an older brother in Stanford.

He wrapped me in a thin blanket, and I noticed that there was a bit of blood on the towel that I insisted he put on his bed for protection, but he dismissed my concern fairly quickly.

"What position do you want?" The question seriously caught me off guard.

"I like missionary," I revealed, accidentally showing off my experienced vocabulary as a virgin. "But, I'm open to try others," I quickly added seeing his soured.

"Can we try doggy? Then we can go back to the traditional one for the next round, or you can be on top."

Next round?

I agreed despite myself. I was liking the experience, and I wasn't expecting to cum anyway. I was sweaty so that meant I worked, and that was enough for me. He was apparently happy with my performance so I continued my act like I did with round one.

He recovered and recharged pretty fast, too. That much I had observed.

He was quite the athlete, but also with a smart head on that shoulder. He said he was on the row team, and asked if I played any sports. I said I didn't want to admit that I had been a krav maga trainer since I graduated high school having been practicing since as young as I could stand. So, I went with boxing and told him I liked participating in drama performances.

I would've gave the overall experience a high rating, if not for the fact that I realized that me being sweaty after sex walking in the outdoor under this weather was a recipe for disaster.

He offered to walk me back after we got interrupted by his roommate coming back. It was midnight and there was no way that I was going back on my own in this freezing ass cold weather as if I was really doing the walk of shame. He walked me back and I was beyond exhausted already, I could feel my eyelids getting droopy, and I might've fallen asleep on his bed if we stayed there.

End flashback

"Did you cum?" Kate asked excitedly after making all the right sounds throughout my narration, and I knew she'd love the details that I was providing. It was probably nothing like her first time but everyone was different.

"No, not once, but I wasn't expecting to anyway."

"And now, he's asking for another hook up?"

"Yep," I giggled, remembering the message that I received earlier and told her about.

"Are you sore?" She giggled.

"Oh, so fucking sore," I groaned, and she actually texted me saying that hoping I wouldn't be sore after I woke up. I didn't see that until I woke up in the morning because after I took a shower on Sunday night and confessed that I was beat, I tossed my phone away. "And, I feel like I'm getting sick," I moaned. "I'm going to need the week to recover, and it's the worst feeling ever!"

"So, what are you going to do about him?"

"Nothing. We can keep hooking up if he wants to. I still want to meet more people, and I now want to go to more frat parties. It was so fun!"

"Ana, you got to Harvard and now you're having the time that you didn't have in high school?" Kate laughed at my antics. It was true that I didn't partied much all through high school but the moment I got into Harvard, I kind of let myself go a little. I wasn't so strained all the time anymore.

"You probably are equally trashed, so you're not the one to call me out," I giggled back after I got my story out for her to gossip.

"I'm fine today, I do have class tomorrow." Can I have a pic of the guy?"

"Let me stalk him, wait," I pulled away slightly to check his Facebook. "There, that's his profile pic."

"Holy shit, Steele!"

"I know right? He's so fucking hot, and I didn't realize that until he went down on me," I giggled into the phone, still reminiscing the face and the athletic built body. I was now drooling over him, something that was long overdue. "Anyway, I didn't know that he actually drew blood yesterday and my bottom lip was swollen until I felt it stung when I went to dinner today. I hope no one noticed, and I certainly hope he's not going to babble away the fact that I'm a virgin to his friends. He can say all he likes but just don't embarrass me."

"I don't think he will. He sounds like he enjoyed it since he is asking you about this week."

"I'm waiting till the weekend," I was so pooped, and now I was feeling sick. "Oh, and Zach asked me to that nerdy frat this Thursday."

"Are you going?"

"No, the party doesn't even compare to the frat I went to over the weekend. Besides, even though he took care of me last time because I got drunk, but I don't really want to hangout with the people there."

"Did you reply to Christian?"

"Just did, and I also told him I am sore since he asked me how I was feeling."

"Bitch, you are so blunt."

"I'm brutally honest, I know," I giggled loudly.

I could hardly believe that I texted that myself. I was tempted to ask if she was still a virgin but I really just wanted to go to bed and hopefully sleep off my pending illness. So, I bid her goodnight and went on a mission to search for some medicine.

"I'll keep you posted," I promised.

"You better," and that was meant to be a threat, I just knew it. It wasn't like I had anything to hide anyway, I thought my social life was getting interesting, too.

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