The Thirty-Year-Old Virgin - Episode 2
by Courtney Cole
Morning, sunshine! Buenos dias!
Leah stares blearily at her phone.
OMG. I only speak English. What do you want??
Good morning 🙂
It’s 6 a.m. What the hell?
Exactly. You’re not up?
Um, no. And I won’t be for a solid hour.
Wait. Are you seriously still in bed??
Yup. I’m warm.
Do you not work?
I got the impression from my days as a student that 5th grade teachers rose with the sun!
It’s December. The sun is not up.
Did you actually pass 5th grade, or just call it in? 😉
Haha, I had a long and illustrious academic career. But enough about me…
What are you doing today?
I mean, once you get up.
I’m staying here forever, lol. I’m warm, or didn’t I mention?
Why stay there? It’s a lovely day outside! Cold, but bright.
And you know this — how?
I went out to the end of the drive to get the paper.
Naked?
Wouldn’t you like that?
But no, I have neighbors. That could’ve led to loose talk, prosecution, and worst of all…
Extreme envy.
😂 Envy is a terrible thing.
Listen, you can call me Rem, if you want. Can I call you Li?
Ooh, I like Rem. It’s almost as if we’re lovers now.
But I like when people call me by my full name.
Leah opens her contacts and changes Remington’s name. She smiles.
Fair enough. Leah it remains.
So Leah, what time DO you normally rise?
That’s what she said…
Haha, seriously, what time do you get out of bed?
About 1/2 hour from now. I don’t have to be to work until 8.
You always up this early?
Most days. I like an early start. We early birds like our worms.
Most men like things like bugs and worms.
Uh huh.
So, what do you do?
I have many talents.
And I see one of them is flirting. But really, what do you do?
I’m a fisherman, but that just feeds me occasionally.
Never really been paid for that, so my main income is from my financial consulting work.
And what does that mean, exactly?
I consult with businesses to streamline their finances and enhance their investments.
It’s boring.
Sounds like it.
Hey.
Yes?
I was thinking about you losing your V-card to me.
Leah waits a few heated minutes before responding, letting the delicious tension build.
And?
I know you want it to be a purely sexual experience…
But I just don’t think it will be.
Meaning?
Meaning, women get attached.
Omg, sexist!
I’m telling you, I’m not. It’s in your DNA.
Women are designed that way. You have emotions and shit.
And shit?
You know what I mean.
Listen. I mean what I said last night.
I’m not looking for a husband, or even a boyfriend.
I want to check this one thing off my list.
Your virginity.
Yes.
And you want to lose it to a sex god.
Too much pressure?
No — you’ve come to the right place.
Good.
But — in order for you to have the best possible experience…
We’re going to work you up to it.
I’m not going to just meet you tonight and screw your brains out.
Party pooper.
But fine. What do you have in mind?
Well, we’re gonna have ourselves a bit of foreplay.
Virtual foreplay.
Meaning?
We’re going to work ourselves into a frenzy waiting for the actual date.
Intriguing…
Let’s set a date. We’ll call it V-Day.
And every day leading up to that, we’ll engage by over text message…
Stroking the fire, if you will.
I will 😉
I want us to start sending pictures of our body parts…
Bit by bit, like a puzzle.
So that on V-Day, when we meet, it will all come together.
Don’t you mean CUM together?
Lord, woman.
😂 Ok. I’m game.
V-Day, if you’re amenable, is…
In seven days.
A whole week of foreplay?
That’s practically tantric, I think.
Yes, you’re a lucky woman.
That remains to be seen.
I’m a man of my word.
So what exactly are you giving me your word to do?
I vow to make your first sexual experience breathtaking.
Hmm.
Spectacular?
Still not enough.
Unforgettable?
Ok. That one will work.
Can I hear your voice?
I mean, I’d like to hear you. Please
All of this talk about how you want to use me…
It has me feeling a little objectified, tbh.
Oh, good grief 🙄
On your phone, there’s a little icon that looks like a microphone.
Push it. Say my name.
My full name.
I need to know that I’m not secretly talking to a fifty-year old burly truck driver.
You’re not.
Prove it.
If I do, will you leave me alone so I can go back to sleep?
For now.
Leah pauses.
Then she presses the microphone button…
And moans his name in a very sexual way…
Low and slow, with all three breathy syllables.
Thirty seconds pass.
I’m going to need a shower now.
A cold one?
Perhaps. I’m just gonna…need some time in the shower.
Sheesh! Well, happy scrubbing 😊
I’m going back to sleep.
When do I get to talk with you again?
Leah’s heart flutters against her will.
Get to?
Yes. It’s a pleasure talking with you, Leah.
I can’t wait to do it again.
Besides, we need to exchange our first body part pictures.
Leah’s heart flutters again.
Text me later.
Count on it.
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