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  The Accidental Virgin

  Accidental Swingers 3

  About this book

  From Mia Moore, Amazon Best Selling Author!

  If you look at Amanda Bailey from the outside, you’ll be pretty impressed. She’s attractive, independent and as an assistant manager at LeMonde has a bright future in business and she’s only 24.

  BUT…

  If you saw the way she sees herself, you’d see one hot mess. Unlike her happily hedonistic co-worker Mila, Amanda’s never had sex. She wants to, but now, at her age, she’s scared to even try.

  When her employer Elena jumps into the Swinger Lifestyle, things go haywire for Amanda. Her ways of coping with ‘her condition’ no longer work, but she’s terrified of changing. What if she gets it wrong?

  A sensual and provocative novel sprinkled with laugh out louds and tender moments of friendship and love.

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2016, Mia Moore

  ISBN: 978-1-927984-84-0

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  A note from Mia:

  In my novels, my characters don’t always practice safe sex. In your playing, please play often and play safe!

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter One: Karma Blessings

  Chapter Two: How Was Your Weekend?

  Chapter Three: What Sort Of Party?

  Chapter Four: Truth And Trust

  Chapter Five: Naughty Bits

  Chapter Six: All Night Long

  Chapter Seven: Operation Platypus

  Chapter Eight: Just A Beginning

  Chapter Nine: You Could Tell Just By Looking

  Chapter Ten: Best Of Friends

  Chapter Eleven: BFF

  Chapter Twelve: Training Wheels

  Chapter Thirteen: Get Real!

  Chapter Fourteen: You Just Might Be Right

  Chapter Fifteen: Ice Cream Bone

  Chapter Sixteen: Not Surprised

  Chapter Seventeen: That Did It!

  Chapter Eighteen: Live And In Person

  Chapter Nineteen: On The Beach

  Chapter Twenty: I Have A Problem

  Chapter Twenty One: Complicated

  Chapter Twenty Two: Storm Surge

  Chapter Twenty Three: By Accident

  An Invitiation To Mia’s Reader’s Club!

  Chapter 1: Karma Blessings

  Frank was a little tipsy getting out of the cab, but sober enough to pay the driver.

  “Here ya go, buddy!” he said, “keep the change.” He handed the driver a twenty for a $12.00 fare. The cabby gave him a ‘you sure about this?’ look and Frank waved him away.

  He was showing off a little, thought Amanda. An eight dollar tip? That was just too damn much. Even five dollars would have been stretching the limit as far as she was concerned. Fifteen percent tip on twelve dollars was less than two dollars. A three dollar tip would have been generous. She shook her head, well, it’s his money.

  She slid out across the back seat and got out next to Frank. He took her hand and craned his neck around. “Well? Your place or mine?” he said with a smile.

  He did have a nice smile. It was genuine, and not too big. It was pretty much just right. She gave him a quick smile back.

  “Couldn’t we just say good night right here?” she asked. “I’m right over there,” she said, pointing to her building, “and you’re right here.” Her finger pointed behind Frank to his high rise.

  His face fell. “You’re not coming up?” When she shook her head, he added, “And I suppose you’re not inviting me up to your place…” He took her hand. “Hey, Amanda, it’s our third date…”

  She nodded. “I know, but it’s late and I’d rather go home.” She bit her lower lip a little. She hated the third date pressure.

  “Yeah… but…”

  She knew all about the ‘yeah, buts’. In her 24 years, this was the twelfth ‘yeah but’. There were other whining statements: six ‘awww c’mon!’, four ‘you gonna leave me like this?’ and, thankfully only two ‘fucking cock teaser!’. Those guys got their faces slapped.

  She sighed. “Yes, Frank, that’s what I want to do.” She didn’t feel guilty in the slightest. On each and every date, she made damn sure that they went Dutch. The only thing that he had paid for out of his pocket was the cab ride home. No problem. She had a ten dollar bill in her pocket if he had the nerve to bring that up. She’d throw it in his face if it came to that.

  It didn’t. Frank shoved his hands in his pockets, tilted his head at her and said, “What’s going on?”

  She gave him a look of innocence. “I just want to go home.”

  “I see.” He pursed his lips for a second. “I’ll walk you to your door then.”

  Well, that was a little different. He was still trying to stay on the Gentleman side of the line despite the drinks they had at the club that night. She loved to dance, and Frank was a good dancer too. The DJ at Brandie’s played a great mix of Hip-Hop, rock and roll and even some old school Swing tunes. They had been on the floor more than at their table.

  They crossed the tree lined street side by side and up the walkway to her building. As she rustled in her purse for her keys, Frank fiddled with his phone.

  She put the key in the front door lock and turned to him. Time for the ‘last ditch goodnight kiss move’ on his part no doubt. They were standing close together, and she raised her eyes to his. No mean feat that, in her heels she was almost six feet tall.

  “Goodnight Frank. I did have a good time.”

  He smiled warmly. “Goodnight, Amanda.” Giving a small wave, he turned on his heel and headed back to his own building.

  She stood and watched as he went up the walkway and entered his building without even a single look back.

  She let out a huff of air; it sounded like an unspoken question mark. In the elevator, she fished out her phone and sent a text:

  Not even a good night kiss?

  As soon as she pressed the send button, it fired back a response:

  Your number has been blocked

  She stared at the phone, her mouth hanging open. WhatTheFuck? Tapping a few buttons, she called him. After a single ring, she got voicemail.

  “What The Fuck?” she said out loud. This is crazy.

  Entering her apartment, she woke her computer and went to Facebook. She pulled up Frank’s profile to see that he had defriended her. And just like her own account, his privacy settings were set to the highest levels, so she couldn’t see anything he posted.

  She sat back in her chair and let out another huff. That guy didn’t waste any time at all. Let’s see… blocked her phone, defriended on Facebook, yep—he just ghosted her. Sure they made out at the bar, and she let him cop some feels, but that was where she wanted it to end. Even so, that was pretty damn cold. He could have asked her why she didn’t want him to come upstairs, or go up to his place, couldn’t he?

  Except none of them—not one guy who she had given the ‘third date letdown’ ever, ever asked ‘Why’.

  “Skip it,” she said aloud. It had always been this way, what the hell did she expect? Look
on the bright side; she really did enjoy the dancing. He showed his hand early enough, right? She gave her head a small shake. Who was she trying to kid? Even if they had tried to talk it out, if the past was any indication, they would have broken up anyway. At least he saved her (kinda) from that pain in the ass.

  Still, it stung. Damn it.

  Life was so unfair sometimes! The dancing did get her juices flowing as it always did. She was horny as hell. She always got aroused by physical activity. Going out for a jog, doing a workout at the gym, even kayaking on the lake in the summertime made her horny.

  She had long ago reconciled herself to the irony that she would go out dancing, get all worked up, and come home to masturbate. Yeah, she knew it was weird.

  Weird or not, that’s just the way she was. And in the long run, that’s all that mattered.

  And she had the best way, the best way to take care of business!

  She went into her bedroom and got undressed. Going to her closet, she took out her ‘play clothes’. She pulled the black satin camisole over her head and stepped into the lacy thong. On the shelf next to her play clothes was a Bluetooth headset with a microphone. She climbed into bed and adjusted her laptop.

  She doodled around on the computer until she was at the website 3DXPLAY and logged in under her username ‘Venus’. She saw that she had sixty messages in her inbox and deleted them all. She wasn’t here to ‘meet’ someone. She was here to take care of business.

  Her business. She loved this online game. You set up an online character, made them look as hot as you wanted, and went prowling for someone to have virtual sex with. Someone to fuck, but without all the complications. After she would get off, instead of all the other stuff you have to do regarding sex, she could just roll over and go to sleep. No disease risk, no complications, and most of all no heartbreak. What was not to love?

  Okay, maybe it wasn’t really real sex… but the tradeoffs were worth it.

  She checked out her online persona. ‘Venus’ was as close to her own appearance as she could make her. Long, dark brown hair, brown eyes on a creamy white complexion. At work, Mila told her that she was the spitting image of an Irish milkmaid; pale skin and dark hair.

  Online she was wearing a micro miniskirt, black thong, and a white camisole that was tight enough to show her nipples. She also was wearing outrageously high heels. In the real world, she would never leave the house looking so slutty; but here…

  Venus tossed her hair behind her head and walked right up to the front doors of the club. As she grew closer, the throbbing rhythm of the techno funk music grew louder. She tilted her head from side to side checking out the guys standing out front as she watched them size her up.

  Her chat window pinged with two messages already, and she hadn’t even gotten in the door.

  “Delete chat requests,” Amanda said out loud. The computer obeyed instantly. With the mouse, she navigated inside the club, and the dance music filled the room.

  Everyone in the club was perfect. All the men had bodies that showed hours and hours in the gym, and all the women had flawless skin, pert boobs and bubbly asses. Tall, short, all races and colors were present in the club, and everyone on the dance floor had fantastic moves. Venus wandered around the room, sizing up the other patrons.

  Her chat window pinged a message from ‘Greg_238’ and she clicked accept.

  “So are you another bot, or real?” he asked.

  “I’m real. Not a bot, a regular subscriber.”

  “What are you here for?” She saw a guy, Caucasian with short dark hair crossing the dance floor coming towards her. Above his head floated the tag ‘Greg_238’. He came right up to her and held out his hand. She took his hand and shook it.

  “Pretty much the same thing you are,” she said with a smile.

  “Good. I have a case of blue balls from a crappy date,” he said. “My In Real Life date got totally wasted at a party and passed out. They hosts are putting her up for the night, and here I am.”

  Amanda smiled. Aside from the tale of woe’s details being different, this guy could be Frank; he had a case of blue balls too. Wouldn’t that be ironic if it was him? She adjusted her headset and began speaking, her words appearing in the chat window.

  “Poor baby,” Venus’ hand caressed the side of Greg’s face. “I think that we can help each other—I’m one horny slut right now myself.” She would never, never in a million years talk like that in real life to a guy she just met; hell, she’d wouldn’t even say that on ‘Date Three’! But here, in this world, she could and didn’t have to worry about it at all.

  Plus, it was the truth. She was horny as hell.

  A new dialog box popped open with a message. ‘Greg_238 would like to kiss you’. There were two buttons below the message, ‘Accept’ and ‘Decline’.

  “Accept,” she said out loud, and onscreen the button lit up.

  Greg’s hands came up and held the side of her face. She could see the tip of his tongue peek out from his lips as he drew closer, and Venus met it with her own. Their heads met and pulled back a little as they tasted each other again and again. A thin, spiderweb of saliva ran from his mouth and Venus leaned forward to lick it from his chin.

  “Mmmm…” said Greg. “You caught that drop…”

  “That’s just the start,” she replied. “I’d like to have your cock in my mouth, right here in the club!” With a few quick commands, a blow job was offered and Greg clicked on ‘Accept’.

  “You want to do me right here in public?” he asked.

  “Told you I was a slut.” And the idea of being so randy always got her wet.

  Still standing on the dance floor, Greg was instantly naked from the waist down. Venus lowered herself to her knees and raised her hands up to his limp shaft.

  “I love it when it’s still soft when I put it in my mouth,” she said.

  “Make me stiff and thick, baby, I need it so bad…”

  “You start playing with yourself and watch what I do, baby,” Venus said. “Just lay back and jerk off while you watch me give you a blowjob…”

  “Oohhkaaaay!”

  “I have a headset, so I’ll be talking to you as I take this beautiful cock all the way down my throat…”

  “Me too, baby. I got a headset and voice controls too…”

  “Perfect.” Still kneeling before him, Venus took his limp cock in her hand and began to massage it, squeezing and kneading the flesh. She tilted her head forward and kissed the small slit at the top, leaving her tongue to trail over it.

  “I love the taste of precum… it’s not too thick and just salty enough…”

  “Ohhh baby…”

  She lowered her head again, and yawning her mouth open, swallowed his full length into her throat before it grew too big to handle.

  “All of you down my throat… fill my mouth with your thick meat!”

  “Fuck, that’s hot.”

  On screen she watched Venus’ head bob up and down. With deft and practiced mouse movements, she had Venus’ head pull back and her hand rose to wrap around the now fully swollen cock. Maneuvering her mouse deftly, she watched as the screen filled with:

  Venus’ eyes and face, rubbing the now glistening drooly shaft against the corner of her mouth. “It’s so beautiful,” she said as her tongue flicked out the side and lapped again at the now oozing slit.

  “I need to fuck you now…”

  Venus looked up slyly. “Oh?”

  “I… I NEED to fuck you!”

  She loved it when they almost begged. Not quite begged, but come right up to the edge of begging. It was as if the guy on the other computer could read her mind.

  A dialogue box appeared with a series of positions to choose from. She chose the second one, then reached into her night table for her vibrator. She flicked the power switch and nestled back into her pillows, pleasuring herself in time with what unfolded on the screen.

  The scene now changed from being on the dance floor to Greg’s bedroo
m. She was on her back, her long lustrous hair splayed around her head like a dark halo. Venus spread her legs as wide as she could while she arched her hips up and down.

  “Please baby… fuck my pussy…”

  Greg knee walked between her legs and she watched as he teased her pussy lips with his shaft.

  Leaving the vibrator’s speed at medium, Amanda teased herself in time with the action on the screen.

  “Oh fuck, Greg…” she moaned. “Shove it in! I need it bad!”

  “Beg more for it, baby… that turns me on so much!”

  Dayum! She wouldn’t finish herself off this time until she saw him do her on the screen. “Oh Greg… give it to me… hurt my pussy with that thing!” Her own hips were straining up to her vibrator, but her hand wouldn’t let the silicone shaft pleasure her insides until Greg did so. The buzzing was driving her insane with desire; her tummy ached with need.

  “Pleeeeeze!” she said.

  “That’s my girl!” With a single shove, Greg impaled Venus’ cunt with his meat, and mirroring the action, Amanda shoved the vibrator fully inside and flicked the switch to high. Greg pummeled Venus, again and again he invaded and emptied out her hungry, aching fuck hole.

  “Oh Greg! Oh Greg! I’m almost there! Don’t stop!”

  “Tell me what you feel, slut!”

  “Oh shit! YES!” she panted the words out as she fucked herself deep and hard. “Your cock’s so big! It’s stretching meeee! Omygod it’s so good! I love it all in me, feeling your balls against my ass!”

  She knew how much guys like potty mouth in bed. And it was so easy to do, she was so turned on… “I’m your slut cunt! I’m your fuck hole! Hit me right! Hit me right there! Right there! Oh god! OH SHIT!”

  Feeling her pussy being hammered as she watched her virtual self get well and deeply fucked pushed Amanda over the edge. She ground the sex toy up inside, her hips flexing down on it with a desperate yearning. Her eyes slitted as she watched the scene change to a close-up of Greg’s cock pistoning into her. She saw him cry out ‘Cumming too!” as she watched tendrils of cum leak from her grasping pussy lips, runneling down her ass and pooling on the sheets.