America's Favorite Virgin

She nodded and clung to Charles. "I need help, Charlie. Please help me, please." Anastasia shivered even though the bathroom was hot and she pleaded once more in his ear, her bottom lip barely brushed his neck, "please rescue me."

"I will, I promise."

Her hand reached between them and Charles didn't know what she was doing in the steam until he felt the robe swing open. "Charlie, oh god Charlie, please," Anastasia whispered as her hips rubbed against him.

The electrical sensation of the little girl's nakedness was pressed against him. She was all wet and slippery from the shower. Jesus Christ, Anastasia pushed her little hand into the front of his boxers and pulled his cock out like she'd done this a hundred times: like she needed it, needed it bad. "Honey, oh honey," Charles surrendered utterly in her hand. He basked in the feeling of her wet thigh on the head of his cock. His slit dripped down her baby, soft skin. He felt her breath on his face and her nipples had droplets of dew on them that should be on his tongue. He was so thirsty.

He had to have her.

"Fuck me, Charlie, please," Anastasia begged in a breathy, girlish voice that shouldn't say those kinds of things. "If I'm not a virgin anymore, they can't hurt me." She had found the head of his dick and rubbed herself on it.

Fuck, there it was, Charles moaned as his body bristled. He could feel her diminutive lips open wide. There were her hidden lips, like damp butterfly wings. God, there was her blazing hot clit, hard as a bead. It rested on his slit and simmered there. Fuck, there was her little entry. He couldn't see it from his vantage point but he imagined that it was the softest shade of pink. A flower ready to blossom, she'd become a woman in his arms.

America's favorite virgin was right on the precipice of losing her virginity. Right here, right up against the bathroom wall with one leg wrapped around his calf. Charles would last what, a minute, if that? It would feel incredible and he'd feed her tiny pussy a copious amount of sperm, gallons of it. When he limped out, it would rush down her thighs, tinged pink with her blood.

"Please, Charlie, I know you care for me." Anastasia thrust her velvet body against him, as if her hips also needed to plead her case. "At least you're kind to me."

She was broken, heartbroken and desperate and Charles felt the juicy droplets of his precum wet her. His cock was lubricating the way to decimate her maidenhood and yet, he grabbed his erection and pulled away. "No, oh god, no Anastasia."

"Why?" she cried out, both of her hands reached for him, "don't you see? I have no other way!"

Charles panted like he'd just finished a marathon and when he bowed his head, sweat poured from his forehead to his chest. "No, no baby," he dropped to his knees. At least that kept his dick off her. "Anastasia, no, your first time should be beautiful. You should be," he gulped, could he say it? "In love," the way he was with her. "I can't do this to you, I'd never forgive myself."

He knew as he said the words that it was the truth.

"Why, Charlie? Don't you want to?" She sounded pitiful and about to shatter into a million pieces.

"I want to make love to you more than I can say," Charles knew that was also the truth. "But not like this."

"But," she protested. She shivered as the water dripped down her body.

"I beg you to forgive me for watching you," Charles whispered. He looked up, his hands rested gently on her hips. Her bareness and her scent were just inches from his ravenous mouth. But he wouldn't. "You can trust me, honey. I swear. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore."

She sounded incredulous. "Really, Charlie?"

Charles pressed his sweaty forehead to her belly and for a moment, he drowned in her scent and the satiny feel of her. He'd remember this for the rest of his life. "I swear to you. I'll rescue you and I'll get you off this goddamn compound."

Anastasia clasped her hands on his face, "How?" She sounded so small and so worn.

Charles rose to his feet and pulled her robe closed. It killed him to wrap her up but this was the right thing. His cock seemed to ask him, "are you sure?" It pulsed pitifully, one last time as he tied the robe closed in a knot at her waist. "Is the phone you're using one of the Temple's?"

"No, Jacob always made us have burner phones."

"What else have you sent him?"

He was sure she blushed even though he couldn't tell in the steamy bathroom. "Just pictures, Charlie. This was the first video but I didn't send it."

Good girl, fuck Jacob, that bastard didn't deserve to see her bare and wet with her angel face and her perfect pussy.

"Give me a couple of days," Charles exhaled deeply. "I have a couple of tech guys who are clients that I think can help. Don't say shit to Jacob in the meantime though. Pretend you're sick or something."

Anastasia nodded and smiled. "Oh Charlie," her honey voice dripped down his body, inch by inch. Her fingers had felt like this and she could reach into his boxers and find that he belonged to her voice also. He had sprung to life and Charles was so beyond a cold shower. "Thank you," she didn't have to stand on tiptoe this time. This time she bent and bowed her head, almost as in prayer, and kissed him full on.

This wasn't a peck. Charles wrapped her tightly in his arms and their lips sealed together. Her delicious mouth was firm and fleshy and the cherub girl, the little fairy princess from the woods sighed as she opened her mouth and gave Charles her tongue.

Even with the water running, he could hear their hearts beating in time. He took her breath and gave her his and never said a word but his mouth promised her things

Things he'd never promised before.

Charles broke the kiss and rose from his knees. There was so much to say but he didn't dare. He just held his hand over his mouth as he walked backwards, still facing her, all the way to the door.

It was time to get busy.

***

Neil Hawthorn was the CEO of a tech company and he'd outgrown Charles' financial services five years ago when the company went public. Charles still remembered him as the skinny kid with acne who sat in his office and told him a stream of techno jargon that Charles didn't understand. Even back then, Charles could feel the enthusiasm.

That was why, even after all this time, Neil still took Charles' calls.

Neil hadn't asked many questions and it was probably better that way. Charles had to believe that since Neil had started out as a hacker that he had to have some sense of what was required. "So Christ Baptist Temple, huh?" Neil asked as he clicked on Charles' laptop. He'd asked for permission to take over the computer and all Charles had gotten out was "yes" when suddenly, there was a hurricane of keystrokes. Then he knew that Neil was deep into all of the secrets that the compound had tried so hard to ferret away.

"Yeah."

"So what's it like there?"

Files flashed before Charles eyes and it was all too fast for him to really understand what was happening. He just hoped that Neil knew what they were getting themselves into and that they'd be able to get out if it.

"Weird. Culty." There were about a thousand other words that Charles could use. Since he had promised Anastasia that he'd get her the hell out of dodge, all he'd been working on, day and night, was doing just that. He didn't even have time for conversation.

"And is America's favorite virgin really a virgin?"

Jesus Christ, no wonder she had been so desperate as to try to seduce him the other night in the steamy bathroom. Literally the whole country, maybe even the whole fucking world, was in on Anastasia's sex life, or lack of one.

"I don't really get into all that." He didn't want to talk about her. He wanted to shield her from all of this ugliness. If Charles could admit it, and he wouldn't, he wanted to only discuss Anastasia's virginity somewhere far away. Hopefully when both of them were naked and kissing and he had all of the time in the world to explore her sweet, young body. There was no way he was saying any of that to Neil though.

"Hard not to get into it though," Neil muttered as the screen flashed and now it looked like he'd stumbled upon a series of recordings. This looked promising. "I mean, isn't that every man's dream woman? Gorgeous and innocent? By promoting her virginity they've actually made her every guy's fantasy. Anastasia Pryce is almost like a porn star."

Jesus Christ, Charles thought and shook his head, Neil had hit the nail right on the head. It was repulsive.

"That's why we need to do this," Charles told his old client. "She needs to get the hell out of this place."

"Done," Neil told him with a few more clicks. "Here, if you take a look at these," Neil moved the cursor on Charles' laptop from the other side of the country, "I think this is just what you need."

"What am I looking at?"

"Forgery, fraud, probably embezzlement," Neil flipped through the statements one at a time. "Hell, you're the financial wizard, I'm just the hacker."

Charles exhaled loudly. He couldn't help but be disappointed. He'd wanted it to be murder, the smoking gun. He wanted Jacob Lanaghan to be drug out in handcuffs and secretly, he wanted Anastasia to run into his open arms and kiss him once more in gratitude.

Neil must have interpreted the sigh, "What's the matter? Not sexy enough for you?"

"Well, financial crimes are a whole other ball of wax and that can get complicated. Lanaghan will probably get a slap on the wrist and be right back here, running the place. Hell," Charles could feel his face get warm with anger, "you know these guys. He'll just ask for forgiveness and say that Jesus gave him a pass."

Neil asked, "Did you really read this, Charles? He's forged contracts that are worth millions of dollars. That's not a slap on the wrist, that's federal time. I mean, that's like being someone's bitch girlfriend in the shower."

They both chuckled, the worst thing that they could possibly imagine and oh did Jacob deserve it. The irony was delicious.

"So nothing in there about him killing Darren?"

"Sorry Charles. You know, sometimes addicts just overdose. Maybe the guy really did just fall over dead."

"Could be," Charles shrugged. They would never know anyway and Neil was right. He'd found enough evidence of Darren's lifestyle in the house where he'd lived. The man was hardly taking care of himself. All the stress, all the lies, all the bullshit, all the drugs, it might have all just caught up with him. Maybe after an argument with his little girl who had been his meal ticket all these years, he just expired.

Fucker.

"Thanks Neil, I owe you."

"Not at all, Charles. You believed in me way back when everyone else just thought I was some fucking stupid college dropout. Besides, it's nice to see fuckers like this get what they deserve."

It sure was.

***

It was early and the sky to the east was just warming to a rosy hue. The sun wasn't all the way up and already the temperature was in the upper nineties. Charles hadn't slept a wink but he didn't care, he was running on adrenaline. Today was Judgement Day and something about that sounded Biblical and hellfire and brimstone seemed appropriate.

He knew that a certain girl whom he hadn't seen much of in the last week was awake too. Charles had been good to his word and he'd unplugged the laptops in the living room since he'd confessed. He had kept his surveillance to the kitchen window. He would check to see if there were lights on in her side of the house.

They were this morning.

He had made a sign. No use in taking any chances when they were so close. It was just another hour or two before the FBI and the people from the US Attorney's office arrived.

He'd been promised that they would make Jacob do the perp walk. It was one of the conditions of the deal that Charles had struck. All of the other ones were about Anastasia and walking out of this place free as a bird.

Free as the girl she was rather than America's favorite virgin, although it remained to be seen what she did with that freedom.

Charles tapped on Anastasia's back door with his sign in hand. She opened the door quickly, she must have been waiting for him and that thought made him smile. She wore pink striped pajamas and pink, fluffy bedroom slippers and Charles hoped that no matter what happened after today, she'd never really dress like a grown up.

He held up the sign, "One hour...You packed?"

The beautiful blonde nodded and blew him a kiss before she shut the door behind her.

Charles walked to the main house and paused outside the enormous main door. He took it all in, one last time, please help him god. He was going to stay with his original thought. Compounds were for drug dealers and cults and he couldn't wait to get the fuck out of this one.

He'd used his pent up sexual frustration to fuel his getaway plan. The local FBI office had never moved so quickly and Charles suspected that they'd been itching to take Darren down anyway. All of that money. It was an obscene amount of money, and Darren had rubbed it in everyone's faces. That didn't win friends. Hell, it was America so they were all part of the same religion anyway; capitalism. It was just the greed that glared back at them from the television screen. Everyone finally had enough.

Charles didn't care as long as Anastasia got out, scot free and far away from the taint of Christ Baptist Temple.

All he wanted to do was save her, exactly as he'd said he would, exactly as he'd promised her. His body might ache to betray him. Even now, his fingers itched to delve back under the bathrobe and his mouth was ravenous to taste and lord have mercy, his dick begged for her. But his heart, his heart was pure. Maybe it was those eyes of hers, maybe it was just the fact that she was alone in the world. He hoped that underneath all of his hot lust, that he was the man that his ex-wife thought he was.

Decent.

The door opened but before Charles could step over the threshold, he heard cars. Cars that drove , much faster than they should be on the driveway. A line of black SUVs with government plates pulled up to the entry and brakes squealed as the cars all came to a stop.

A man in a blue FBI jacket came out of passenger seat. His hair was slicked back and he held a radio to his mouth. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've got the green light," and all of the SUV doors opened and slammed shut, almost exactly in unison.

The agents marched inside the main house in unison as well. Charles pressed his back up against the left side of the entry, out of sight, out of the way, but able to watch and listen.

Charles grinned when he heard, "FBI, put your phones down, hands off the computers. Sit on the floor, hands up." An officer brought in a dolly. The wheels clattered over the pavement and Charles thought about his first day here. The FBI would seize all of the computers and paperwork and by the time they put it all together, Darren and Jacob would be known as the frauds and hustlers that they were.

Jacob would be the one who paid the price. At least he could give Anastasia that.

Speak of the devil, Charles felt the relief flood his body as two officers guided Jacob toward the closest SUV. They had him by his arms and his hands were cuffed behind him. They read him his rights as they walked to the SUV. Jacob stopped and glared at Charles. He probably already was putting together pieces of his demise. Jacob had never been stupid but he was too smart to say a word while in custody though.

Once they put him in the backseat, Charles felt like he could finally breathe. The next step in his rescue operation could commence.

***

They had only been here for three days but they already had a comfortable routine, Charles thought as he looked over the contents of the refrigerator. It felt oddly normal and natural to be sharing his house, the bachelor pad that he'd always jokingly referred to as the tax write off, with Anastasia.

He would never forget the look on her face when he'd knocked on the green door for the last time. Anastasia had thrown the door open. Her hands had been knotted up into balls as she had waited for the news.

"It's done," Charles had told her with a smile that he was sure was ear to ear, maybe the first one that he'd had since coming to the compound. "They took Jacob away. You're free."

Just like in his fantasies, Anastasia had screamed and thrown herself into his open arms. Her little fingers had been clasped behind his neck, her legs had been wrapped around his ass and her breasts had been crushed to his chest. God, it had been the perfect position really, wrapped in her softness and her scent all around him. Charles had felt it in his bones, the want for her, the unreleased need. "Really? Oh Charlie, we can really leave?"

"We can go anywhere you want, honey," Charles had told her in a whisper that was his mouth on her earlobe. Almost a kiss, every word and that was the only way he ever wanted to talk to her.

"Where do you live, Charlie?"

"Deerfield," he had said and then clarified, "a suburb just north of Chicago."

"Will you take me? I've never been anywhere but Dallas before."

Charles had been reminded of long ago and a girl with Mary Janes. "Actually you've been to Chicago with your father, long time ago."

"Take me home with you, Charlie?" she had asked hesitantly . She had sounded exhausted and her arms had trembled as if they just might give out.

She had helped with her luggage. It had only been two bags and Charles had hesitated, the trunk had still been open. It seemed like hardly anything for a lifetime. It was like she was starting over from nothing. "You sure this is it, Anastasia? You don't want to pack a few boxes?"

She had shaken her head no and from the solemn expression on her face, Charles had felt that he shouldn't ask again.

Anastasia had fallen asleep about fifteen minutes outside of Dallas. She'd had one small hand on his forearm, her forehead had been on his shoulder, her legs had been curled up in a ball beneath her, almost in the fetal position. She had woken up briefly to use the ladies room when they'd stopped for gas three times. Once she had eaten a burger and fries when Charles was too hungry to pass the DQ. Other than that, she had been asleep.

He really rescued her, he remembered thinking as he had stared over to his right and watched her peaceful face. He had been bewitched by the unlined eyelids and the still almost chubby cheeks. She had looked so defenseless and his protective instincts flourished as she was under his care. He'd saved her.

The only question was now what?

Since they'd come home, Anastasia had continued to sleep a lot. Twelve hours a night seemed to be normal and naps in the afternoon as well. Charles wondered how close to the ragged edge she had been all these years and he would just pat her sleeping head affectionately.

He'd already decided that regardless of what she wanted to do, there was no way that Anastasia was going to be ready to go off to college in the fall without some life skills. The girl was sharp as a tack and her intelligent gaze seemed to be a laser that she pointed with ease. She just hadn't ever done anything ordinary.

Like grocery shop.

That was on the agenda today, Charles decided as he pulled what was left of the eggs and bacon from the top shelf. It was time to get her something more nutritious than delivered pizza and the Pepsi that he'd had leftover in the pantry.

She hadn't complained though. Interestingly enough, for a princess who had been raised being waited on hand and foot, Anastasia seemed to be taking to normalcy quite well.

He was stirring the eggs when she entered the kitchen. "Good morning, Charlie," she greeted him as she perched on the bar stool next to the counter.