Virgin's First Encounter

By Author Himani

For Angela, sex was not part of the plan. In spite of the fact that her beauty was of no match, anyhow she had saved her from any kind of sexual encounter. She's never been particularly attracted to males. Not until Chris came along. With his inhumanly handsome features and blue eyes that seem to see inside her, Angela found herself in love with Chris unconditionally. The meticulously fashioned fortifications she had constructed against the male gender instantly shattered, leaving her ripe for plunder. The book 'Virgin's First Encounter' is a work of fiction, exploring the most primal desires. Sex is the main origin of life and the most vital factor to keep life moving with pleasure and satisfaction. Sex not only means to satisfy animal instincts, rather it is the way of life, the basic need, the way to express love, the way to fulfill love, and...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Author Himani
• Release date: Apr 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201268978

Book preview

Prologue

Even after a savage release, Angela's mind was panted with crazy and obscene fancies. Hugging her legs, she rested and melted, letting an arm drop to her side. Reaching for freshwater, she rinsed the sweat from her body. She came out of the bathing tub and stood under the pumping watercourse; minutes later she shut off the tap and stood before the vanity mirror, wrapped and secured a fluffy towel around her slender body. She picked a hairbrush from Rose's dressing table and she ran the bristles through her hairs. She never believed in make-up because she knew that she possessed pleasant features than anyone.

Suddenly her ears detected a sound on the main gate. She strained her ears to listen to it carefully. The idea that it must be Chris thrilled her sexually. Even after her recent release, her pussy again ached with desire—or rather, throbbed with unquenchable lust.

Chapter 1

Tears rolled down Angela's dark brown eyes, stinging her eyes and spoiling her special wedding make-up, the make-up which was not needed at all because she was flawless, as there was no feature of her body which could be made better than she had.

Angela blinked furiously to clear her vision and peeped outside of her dressing room but she dared not take her eyes on her groom. All around the banquet hall, she could notice the lack of excitement in her wedding guests yet it was an expensive marriage. Her groom Mr. Drake Potter had spent lavishly on his marriage celebrations, even though this was his third marriage and he was in his early sixties.

Angela's childhood and best friend Christina put a dry tissue paper on her cheeks gently, to soak the moisture of her rolling tears. There was an unusual silence between the two friends, who used to be most talkative than anyone. But today wordless Christina was trying to comfort her friend with her gestures only, as she was equally disturbed as Angela was.

Yet Christina was in her best dress today, but it was of no match to the rich crowd outside. The fact was obvious because Mr. Drake Potter was one of the most influential and rich men of the town, so his guests were of his standard. Still, in her cheap pink gown, Christina was looking pretty because of her natural beauty and elegance. But when compared to Angela she was outshined in every aspect. This might be the reason Mr. Drake Potter and David had chose Angela over her. But she was nowhere jealous of the fact.

Someone knocked on the door of Angela's dressing room. Christina peeped; it was David standing with a flower bouquet. Angela's second-best friend was today her best man for her marriage.

Perhaps it was the first time in his life when he didn't compliment Angela for looking so beautiful. He just simply looked in her eyes with pain and disgust. After a few seconds of uncomfortable pause, he firmly looked into her eyes and took her face in his cupped hands, and uttered Why you doing this. Do you want to do that?

Angela didn't mind giving him any answer, just gave him the same blank stare which she had given him a few seconds ago when he had arrived in her dressing room. She looked heartbroken then, all out of ideas.

But her blankness didn't stop him from arguing further. He again whispered in a heavy emotional tone Listen. I love you! I love you like hell. You can't leave me like ... Before he could complete his sentence, a middle-aged grey-haired woman entered the room in haste. The woman was Angela's stepmother. The grey-haired fatty woman made her face uglier seeing Angela's lifeless face. Seeing her step-mother David maintained some distance from the ladies and stood in a corner, still staring at Angela.

In her white wedding gown and expensive jewelry, her body was looking quite tempting but the shine on her face was nowhere visible today. It seemed like the shine of Mr. Potter's wealth had outshined her facial shine.

"I am making your fortune. Rather you should be thankful to me. One day you will realize that how