Christmas for the Virgin: Virginity is Overrated

By Adonia Kane

All Annabelle wants for Christmas is to lose her v-card to a decent guy. She has no idea that Santa himself just might step up for the job.

 

Previously published on Kindle Vella as Virginity is Overrated, episodes 24-33.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adonia Kane
• Release date: Dec 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223551171

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Annabelle, Monday, December 19th

I lean my head back against my bedroom wall and heave a frustrated sigh.

All I want for Christmas is a good lay! I mutter to nobody.

I’m alone in my room, listening to my roommate and her boyfriend going at it like bunnies in the room next door. It’s torture. I’m 18, new to the college scene, and I’ve been ready to lose my virginity for years. I’ve just never had the chance since I’ve been living at home with my over-the-moon strict and protective parents until finally moving out to attend Washington State University. I thought I would have managed it by now, but it’s actually been pretty hard to keep my grades up and I have to keep them up or my parents will pull their ‘funding’. Actually though, I do have to accept that I just haven’t met anybody in my classes that feels right for the job.

My train of thought is interrupted again as a rhythmic banging commences, the bed slamming against the wall.

Jesus, Jess! Again, I only mutter the words. I’m not one to press a conflict over anybody’s sex life. I’m a good roommate.

Instead, I just turn up the Christmas carols on my little stereo. The alluring notes of Santa Baby float from the speakers. Abruptly, I roll to the side and rummage in my bedside drawer, grabbing my finger vibe. I decide to really get in the mood and I strip naked, inspecting my nubile body in the full length mirror on the back of my door.

Five-foot-six, flawless creamy skin, long blonde hair with a slight natural curl, ice blue eyes. My breasts are a solid c-cup and perky. I’m fucking hot and I know it, ripe for the picking so-to-speak. I step to my dresser and open the top drawer, pulling out a bright red lace teddy that I wiggle into. I don’t bother with panties because they’ll just get in the way. Turning, I pop my ass at the mirror and smile at my reflection, knowing my