Scent of a Virgin

Gabrielle, or Gabby as her friends know her, was known by all of her family and friends as a "sweet girl". She spent her first 9 years in Southern France living on a farm that had been in the family for generations. She grew up a cute, perky little girl with a carefree attitude and impeccable manners towards her elders. Her father landed a wonderful opportunity in the States and they relocated into an upper middle class neighborhood next door to a well-to-do family with a 9-year-old girl named Andrea.

Andrea had the potential to be sweet but that was quickly forgotten as she entered school and soon figured out that most of the children did not have the same "means" as her and therefore developed a nasty habit of looking down at most of her classmates. She did have a small circle of friends that she considered to be worthy and her and her group soon became known as the "rich bitches". The girls considered it a badge of honor and did their best to keep the reputation alive.

This was the influence that poor Gabrielle fell into by the luck of the draw. Her sweetness and purity shone brightly as she spent more and more time with Andrea. As time wore on and the girls grew Gabrielle's outlook on life began to influence Andrea. It wasn't obvious but slowly Andrea was becoming more and more accepting of "others". Most people chalked the attitude change up to maturity.

Both girls were considered "cute" by little girl standards but when puberty hit they both blossomed into voluptuous, beautiful young women. Their looks combined with their attitude made them very popular at Midfield High School. They both became cheerleaders and spent most of their time together.

We join our story as Gabrielle and Andrea are 18 year old high school seniors and in total control of everything around them...well, almost everything.

The weather was beautiful. The sun was out and bright and the breeze was soft and cool enough to make it a perfect day to be outside. Gabby stood in front of the mirror combing her long, beautiful blonde hair. She had a towel wrapped around her young, tight body. Drips of water from her wet hair fell and ran down into her bountiful cleavage. She was thinking about the day. Her and her friend Andrea were going to the mall. They needed prom dresses for next month and they would begin their search today.

That in mind she walked into her closet to pick out an outfit. She knew her selection of clothes was not as extensive as all of her friends. Her dad made good money but he was just a professor at the local college and she knew he didn't bring in the kind of money her friends' fathers did. She would again have to make up for her lack of resources with her creativity.

She pulled out her favorite pink skirt. It was light denim and fell about 4 or 5 inches above her knees, showing enough thigh to be sexy but not enough to be slutty, because if there was anything Gabby was not it was a slut. Quite the contrary, Andrea and her friends had taught her the skill of the tease without having to actually "do" anything. Therefore, Gabby's beautiful body was "pure" as we call it and she considered it a personal challenge to keep it that way as long as she could.

What to wear on top? She decided to layer today and pulled out an old t-shirt she borrowed from her dad. It was the kind that had no sleeves and plunged deep in the chest. She pulled off the towel and slipped the t-shirt down over her head. It was made for a man so it was way too long but her chest was a little larger than the average man so the shirt was nice and tight across her chest. She looked at herself in the mirror and chuckled. The shirt went so low that it did technically cover her bottom half but her chest pushed against the top such that it was stretched. This, combined with the water left from her shower made the shirt a little sheer and her nipples were easily visible through the material. For just a brief moment she considered wearing this by itself and she felt a slight tingle slip through her body. Now that would cause a ruckus at the mall.

She grabbed a pair of her pink lace bikini panties and slipped them on. She then slipped on the skirt and tucked in the t-shirt. Now, she thought, I need something else to keep me out of jail. She grabbed another shirt she borrowed from her dad. It was a white work shirt and it had been shrunk by its many trips through the washer so it fit her very well. Well, except for right across the widest part of her chest where the buttons would look like they were barely hanging on. She had torn off the sleeves so it looked kinda cool as a sleeveless.

She slipped on the shirt and decided to button it starting at the second button and leaving the bottom two buttons open. This looked pretty good as the bottom of the shirt separated slightly, revealing a small piece of the t-shirt. She looked at the top and saw that the second button allowed the shirt to completely cover her breasts but showing a hint of cleavage. She spun around and decided that this would do just fine. She slipped on her sandals, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Andrea Winters was sitting on her porch waiting for her friend. She heard the door slam next door and looked to see Gabby walking across the lawn. Damn her, she could dress in rags and look hot. She looked at her friend closely. She was 5'6" and most of that was legs. So what does she do? She wears a skirt that shows off most of them. She was also blessed with a 36C chest and again was wearing something that forced anyone looking at her to focus immediately on the way her breasts bounced just slightly behind her shirt as she walked. No bra again, she wondered if she even owned one. She couldn't remember if she ever saw Gabby or her mother ever wear a bra. Maybe it was the French thing.

Andrea loved her friend but she was slightly jealous of her. While Andrea had a nice body and pretty face, Gabby was stunning and was always the one that the boys looked at first.

She knew that Gabby's family didn't have the "means" to run with her crowd but she allowed Gabby to hang around anyway. One reason was that she attracted a lot of attention from the male persuasion and Andrea enjoyed that. But the main reason was the fact that Gabby looked up to her and would do most anything she told her and Andrea liked that a lot.

"Good morning, Andrea" Gabby shouted as she reached the porch steps.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

"Yea, Dad gave me the keys to the Mustang. We can take that." Andrea answered.

"Awesome!" Gabby said. She loved riding in the Mustang. It was a convertible and she loved feeling the wind flow through her long hair.

The girls jumped in the car and headed out to the mall to begin their quest.

Roger Lockport sat on a bench in the middle of the Mid Point Mall, looking out at the crowd. He was always fascinated by the way everyone looked a little different from everyone else. He also loved to look at beauty and this place was always full of that. This was quite ironic as Roger was considered one of the "beautiful people" at Midfield High. His family was quite popular and powerful and he was considered quite untouchable socially.

This was also ironic considering Roger was a member in potential in the secret club known as the Omegas. This club membership was about as far from Roger's traditional social circle as possible. This club, in fact, had only one main mission and today his job was to provide the ingredients. This mission was to habitually make use of as many virgins as possible. The requested ingredients for today's party was very simple; young, white, beautiful virgins.

This was Roger's first assignment for the club so he could not afford to spend too much time daydreaming. He had a mission and the Master would be expecting results. He was very nervous and the pressure was tremendous. He scanned the crowd quickly, looking for potential candidates.

He saw two young girls walk out of the clothing store in front of him but they looked too young. They took their mother's hand and continued walking, confirming Roger's observation. He continued to look. No one was jumping out at him. He was getting a little worried. Maybe he didn't have what it takes to pull this off. The Master always said to relax and it would come to you. Roger was struggling to relax.

He took a deep breath and rose to his feet. He decided to try a different part of the mall. He began walking slowly and looking closely at the passing traffic. His head was turned as he passed the entrance to the upscale dress store and he was startled out of his trance by bumping headlong into two girls. They must have been walking rather fast because the collision was a little hard.

He wasn't knocked off his feet but he turned his head to see that the two girls he ran into were. He noticed the blonde first, mainly because she landed on her butt with her legs spread slightly. This allowed Roger to catch a glimpse of two perfect legs ending in a quick flash of pink panties. Her quick reaction to pull her skirt down between her legs and the slight blush on her face caused Roger to smile slightly at the pure beauty of the scene. His attention was ripped away quickly by a shrill sound coming from his right.

Way to go, asshole! You could try and look where you're walking!" Andrea Winters said in a voice a little too loud for the situation.

As he turned to see where the high-pitched squeal came from he noticed a cute brunette on all fours with packages strewn all around her. Her position offered him a perfect view of her young ass wrapped in a tight pair of shorts. The shorts were those that had a word written across the back. The word was "cheer" but that was not what drew Roger's eyes. This girl's ass was perfect. It filled the shorts out nicely and stood out quite proudly on top of two powerful thighs.

Roger instinctively knelt to help her gather her packages. As he got close to her he noticed she had a wonderful smell. Fresh, with a touch of some kind of fruit. He found himself pausing to take in her wonderful scent and staring at her lovely butt. She turned to face him as she struggled to her knees. He saw the anger in her eyes at first but then it faded quickly to be replaced by surprise.

"Um, ugh, Roger?" Andrea stammered.

"Yes, do I know you?" Roger answered.

"Well, not really. You are in my history class at Midfield." Replied Andrea as she found herself staring.

"Oh yes, you sit towards the back. Uh, Adrian?" Roger answered.

Andrea felt her excitement drop as he got her name wrong. Roger Lockport was so fine and here she was inches from him and he didn't even know her name. She felt so embarrassed and she struggled up to her feet. He continued to kneel and was holding out one of her packages. She glanced over to see Gabby still sitting on the floor, her legs spread and holding her skirt down between her legs, staring at Roger. Damn her, Andrea thought, she even looks cute when she is knocked on her ass.

Andrea looked back at Roger. "Well, it is Andrea." She said.

"Oh, of course. I am so sorry. I knew that. Andrea Winters". Roger said to her, trying to keep his composure as he realized that these two girls could be the answer to his prayers.

Roger instantly began to get nervous. His mind was racing -"Relax! Dummy! Don't blow it! Think of something quick! Don't lose the moment!"

Andrea looked at him directly, her eyes a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and disappointment.

"A beautiful girl like you should be worshipped and here I go, running you over." Roger said in a smooth, controlled voice.

He watched her reaction closely and he saw exactly what he was looking for. The fire in her eyes lowered slightly and he felt her anger fade away to be replaced by the look he was used to seeing, the look of longing and admiration. Take advantage! His mind screamed at him.

"Please let me help you." He said as he held out a package, staying below her eye level as she rose to her feet.

Roger looked up at her as she stood. He was staring directly at her exposed midriff, as her shirt did not quite reach the top of her shorts. Her stomach was tight and tan and continued up her torso to end beneath her beautiful chest. He noticed that her breasts were not gigantic but were perfect for her body. They sat proudly on her chest and seemed to draw his eyes.

Andrea looked down and reached for her package. She realized that Roger Lockport was now kneeling in front of her in the middle of the mall. God, he is so hot, she thought to herself. She felt a small tingle run up her legs and tickle her thighs. He handed her the package and then bent down to gather the others.

Andrea looked over at Gabby, who was still sitting with her hands holding her skirt down between her spread legs. She was staring open-mouthed at Roger. Andrea got her attention and motioned for her to get up. Gabby mouthed to her, "Roger Lockport?" Andrea nodded furiously and motioned again for her to get up.

Gabby moved to get to her feet, pulling her feet behind her as only a limber 18 year old can do. She leaned forward to get her balance and pull herself up. Roger looked over at Gabby just as she was leaning forward to get up and he was greeted with a wonderful glance down her open shirt. He saw the tops of her breasts as she worked to regain her feet. He could not believe his luck, these breasts also fit this girl perfectly but they were huge. His eyes felt locked onto her cleavage as she regained her feet.

Gabby looked at Andrea as she stood up and both girls realized at the same time that they were standing in the middle of Midpoint Mall with Roger Lockport kneeling in front of them, picking up their packages. This was turning out to be a great day.

Roger stood with his arms full of packages and looked at the two beauties standing before him. His mind searched for words. Do not let these two get away!

"I feel really bad for knocking you down. What are you girls doing this afternoon? Can I make it up to you?" Roger said, trying to sound confident.

"Well, I guess nothing." Andrea stammered. Roger Lockport was asking them to spend the afternoon with him! How cool is that? She thought to herself.

"I don't have to be home until dinner, which is usually around 6." Andrea said.

"Gabby, what time did you tell your parents you would be home?" She asked Gabby.

"I told them around 6." Gabby answered.

"Well, that settles it." Roger said. "It is only 2 o'clock, you two are coming to the club with me and I will treat you to anything you would like to make up for me running you over."

"Well, ok, I guess." Andrea said.

Gabby looked at her inquisitively. Her strong, usually paranoid friend was agreeing to go to some club with a boy they just ran into. It was Roger Lockport but where was he taking them? She thought to herself.

"Andrea, are you sure it will be ok?" She asked her friend.

"Come on Gabby, I am sure Roger will not let anything bad happen to us." Andrea said and looked at Roger.

"I will be your knight in shining armor and protect you." Roger said and puffed out his chest.

Gabby and Andrea both chuckled at him.

"Ok, I guess so, but I have to be home by 6." Gabby said.

"No problem." Roger said and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and began dialing.

"Darrell, bring the car around to the East entrance." Roger said into his phone.

"Ladies, come with me." Roger said as he held their packages with one hand and offered his other arm to Andrea. Roger sensed already that the brunette was the leader of these two and the blonde would follow her. He smiled as she took his arm and they began to walk towards the exit doors, Gabby following closely behind.

Gabby followed her friend and Roger. She felt a little strange. She was leaving the mall with a boy she didn't really know and he was taking them to a club she didn't even know the name of. Was she out of her mind? But this was Roger Lockport, one of the richest boys in town. His family also owned the most exclusive upscale clothing store in the city. I guess it will be all right; she convinced herself and followed him out of the mall.

As Roger and the girls exited the mall Darrell Thomas drove the limo up to the curb. He looked to see Roger accompanied by two gorgeous young girls. Holy shit! The little turd did it! He looked again at the two beautiful white girls and thought of how their face would look with his 12 inches of black meat buried in their little white cunts. He hoped they were virgins, which would just be perfect. He would have to start liking the little shit Roger if he pulled this one off.

Darrell got out of the car and walked around to open the door. He smiled at the two girls as he motioned for them to get in. They smiled back at him and moved towards the car. The brunette went in first and Darrell saw her perfect ass encased in tight white shorts as she climbed over the seat. Oh yes, I will enjoy opening up that cute white ass, he thought to himself. He felt his dick starting to harden in his pants.

The blonde moved to the door and Darrell got a good look at her. Huge tits and long legs. A deadly combination. She climbed in and he saw her little pink skirt ride up on her thighs, almost giving him a view of the promised land but not quite. That's ok, he thought, this is almost too good to be true. How did that little worm Roger get a hold of these two? Darrell thought.

He looked at Roger and smiled. Roger smiled back with his little cocky smile and Darrell couldn't resist slapping him on the back of the head. Roger looked back at the large black man holding the door and apologized with his eyes. Darrell was still smiling, two hot pieces of meat in the car and the little white snot Roger back in his place. He closed the door and walked back to the front of the car.

Andrea looked around the inside of the limo. It was beautiful and seemed to have everything. A TV over there, a sunroof above her head and the seats were so comfortable. She noticed that even though the windows were tinted very dark she could see out just fine. This kind of excited her; it felt like being in public but without anyone being able to see you.

Gabby felt a little nervous. She pulled her skirt down over her legs. What was she doing? She really wanted to get out of the car but she didn't want to risk looking like a nerd so she sat quietly and looked out of the window as they pulled away from the mall.

Roger could not believe his luck. He had convinced two hot young girls to get into the limo and they were headed for the club. Oh God, he hoped they were virgins. He looked at them closely again. The brunette looked star struck and was looking all around the inside of the car. The blonde looked a little nervous and was staring out of the window. He thought, or wished, that the brunette was a virgin. She did have the look of innocence about her. The blonde, though, worried him. Not because she didn't have the same look of innocence but he could not believe that with a body like that she could have fought off the boys for this long.

Darrell adjusted the rearview mirror, raised the privacy glass behind him, and then flicked on the monitor screen mounted in the dashboard. The monitor showed the view from the hidden camera mounted in the backseat of the car. He could see the two girls perfectly, the brunette looking around and the blonde staring out the window. God, these two were hot! He reached down and adjusted his now stiff manhood.

The car pulled up in front of a large white building. Darrell got out of the car and walked over to open the door. Andrea and Gabby looked out at the building and neither recognized it or knew where they were. Roger got out of the car and reached out his hand to help the girls. Andrea took it and got out and stood on the curb. Gabby then took Roger's hand and he and Darrell were both pleased to see an extraordinary amount of cleavage appear down the front of her shirt as she leaned to get out.