Sharing one’s virginity, an act symbolic of entry into adulthood, the awakening of one’s sexuality, is something that should ONLY be gifted to someone deserving of such an honor, someone who will treat it as the sacred and holy sacrament that it is. Fully inside her, Aaron looked for the sign that he could make love to her with abandon. She was literally breathless. Nothing in life had ever felt so good. “Hey, where are we going?” Taisha inquired, as they drove through a neighborhood that seems a little more gentrified than they were accustomed to frequenting. Taisha had had a terrible week, an absolutely dreadful, awful, horrible week at work and she was looking forward to getting away and enjoying some time alone with Aaron. Virginity, to Aaron, was not something to be lost or found or stolen; and it certainly was not something to be taken. He kissed her delicately there and sent shivers up her spine.
