From Virgin To Vixen

‎ ‎"Trisha!" I screamed into the phone. ‎ ‎"guess guess guess what!" ‎ ‎"Im just coming from the phone store, it had a fault and that's absolutely the reason why I'm calling this late." I said in between breaths smiling from ear to ear. ‎ ‎" Easy darling easy....you sound so excited, what's the miracle? " she asked, with equal enthusiasm. ‎ ‎"aaahh....I need you to see for yourself!!" I said, switching to facetime. ‎ ‎ ‎"No... absolute f*****g way" her eyes widened as we switched to the facetime, with my fingers shoving into her screen. ‎ ‎"Are those diamonds?... Wait wait wait...who proposed?" She bombarded. ‎ ‎"what do you mean who proposed. ‎. Don't be silly girl, everyone knows Carl is the only one who ever rocks my boat." ‎ ‎"yeah and everyone knows you never let him rock your pussy." she cackled. ‎ ‎"yeah whatever. He never complained though." I rolled my eyes saying. ‎"I just wanted you to know we have a wedding to plan." ‎ ‎"yes we do sis. and when was this proposal exactly?" ‎ ‎"as early as dawn. Matter of fact. I woke up to it right before he left for work." ‎ ‎"Before work??..Wow, who knew Carl could be so intentional??" she purred her voice. ‎ ‎"you know what?, Im totally bored right now, how about we celebrate at my house, sounds good doesn't it?" she asked ‎ ‎"of course!" I smiled deeply. ‎ ‎"I'll be waiting." and with that, she hung up the phone. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Excitedly, I picked up my purse and my phone, ‎ ‎There was a super cute photo of Carl and me sitting just at the centre table, it had fallen to the floor so I picked it up, ‎ ‎"I love you Carl. I love you." i said, kissing the frame , replaced it back to it's position and hurriedly made way for my car. ‎ ‎Just then a call came in. ‎ ‎"Hello Becky, what's the update ?" ‎ ‎She sighed. ‎ ‎"We have still not found the perfect face and physical requirements the organizers are seeking for, and," she sighed in deeply once again. ‎ ‎" what's it Becky?" I asked, pinching the ridge of my nose in impending frustration ‎ ‎"the models are not willing to renew their contracts which will be ending in the next two weeks. And we need new recruits. Urgently." ‎ ‎Oh s**t. ‎ ‎My head jammed with the idea of folding up my business as I drove, ‎ ‎Then I made a sharp bend, leading to Trisha's house. ‎ ‎Trisha., the dots connected. ‎ ‎"You know what. I've got the perfect plan" I suddenly lit up as an idea popped into my head. ‎ ‎"Trisha. My sister, she's a big shot stylist and she works closely with models." I said tapping excitedly on the steering wheel, ‎ ‎"Don't worry Becky, we won't be folding up anytime soon I promise you. we'll talk later." I kissed into the phone and hung up. ‎ ‎Trishas house was super glassy, but even when everyone else had a problem with it, she never did. ‎ ‎And her room, it was right in the open for all to see. ‎ ‎ ‎"Trish, don't you think you need some blinders?" I said horrifically as I stepped out from the car. ‎ ‎Then I walked towards the entrance. ‎ ‎The door was slightly ajar, and there were scattered pieces of clothing all over the floor. ‎ ‎"ohh" my mouth formed into an 'O' at the sudden realization. ‎ ‎A man's piece of clothing, a man's briefs, a female thong which obviously belonged to Trisha. ‎ ‎And of course, a subtle sound of intense pleasure. ‎ ‎"uhhhhmmmm, " she moaned softly. ‎ ‎"I know you like it,"" a male voice inaudibly said. Followed by a loud spank In the ass. ‎ ‎Trisha cried out loud but, I assume it was rather a cry of joy, from everything I've learned about s*x. ‎ ‎A chuckle nearly escaped my lips, but I immediately flung my hand to cover it up. ‎ ‎Then the strokes became louder, and her moans grew deeper. ‎ ‎My feet felt planted deep in the root, unable to move, ‎ ‎Was it as good as they say ? ‎The curiosity burned me. ‎ ‎All I could think about at the moment was Carl, and our wedding night. ‎ ‎ ‎My hands cupped my boobs and they felt warm and soft against it, ‎ ‎And it trailed slowly down to my navel, giving it a light rub and slowly again, ‎ ‎Now, ‎Down to my vhole. ‎ ‎My breath caught sharply as my tiny finger slid along the opening, spreading them slightly apart to feel the moistness. ‎ ‎This was something I'd never done before , how could something feel so wrong yet so right. ‎ ‎"f**k ...me ..harder.. please...." Trisha continued to moan in pleasure. ‎ ‎Her sounds, igniting the fire in me, ‎ ‎I continued to plunge the finger into me, deeper and deeper, feeling the wetness coat all over. ‎ ‎But I needed more. ‎ ‎And this wasn't more. ‎ ‎I needed to feel exactly what Trisha was feeling, to cry and wail in ecstasy. ‎ ‎I slipped my finger out and brought it to my face. ‎ ‎My ring shone brightly on my ring finger and my heart burned for carl all the more. ‎ ‎My memory filled with the large size of his d**k the day his towel had accidentally fallen across the room. ‎ ‎ ‎It would fill me up completely. I blushed quietly. ‎ ‎But on the bright side. We were already engaged. And what did that mean? ‎ ‎It meant, we were already married. I squealed internally. ‎ ‎ ‎"f**k you taste so good babe..." Trisha's sultry voice cracked with all the sloppiness. ‎ ‎I quietly retreated my footsteps and went back into the living room. ‎ ‎Do I wait or?? ‎ ‎I asked myself, picking up the clothing on the floor and placing them on the sofa neatly. ‎ ‎I sank into the chair and pulled out my phone. ‎ ‎I bit my lip gently, anxiety quietly building up inside of me as I typed in a risky text. ‎ ‎Carl was always a big supporter of my celibacy journey and I couldn't wait to surprise him with the 'cookie' tonight. ‎ ‎"hey husband. I've got a special treat for you tonight." it read, with a whole lot of feisty stickers. ‎ ‎"ahh... doesn't it sound a bit too desperate?" I said to myself, ‎ ‎"oh vicky..," I gasped sending it. ‎ ‎"I better call him." I said anxiously, my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. ‎ ‎But as it began to ring, ‎ ‎A phone began to buzz just beside me, tucked into the sofa. ‎ ‎"Trish, your phone...." ‎ ‎"wait..what?" I asked, my head suddenly feeling light. ‎ ‎Then the buzz turned into a ringtone I memorized and scripted on the back of my palms. ‎ ‎Carls ringtone. ‎ ‎"naahh...there's no way..It can't be." I chuckled with disbelief. ‎ ‎I placed my hand on my forehead trying to shove away the evidence. ‎ ‎ ‎Then I redialed it. ‎ ‎ ‎"who the f**k could that be?" he said, his footsteps echoing in my heart louder than his voice till it finally came to a fullstop. ‎ ‎I rose up with the phone in my hand. ‎ ‎Slowly I turned to face him. ‎ ‎Completely butt naked. ‎ ‎My heart shattered. ‎ ‎Words could barely form in my mouth as my mind raced through a million thought. ‎ ‎"I promise you Vicky...it's not. What you think." He said, going down on his knees. ‎ ‎"oh trust me darling. It is." said Trisha, coming out right behind him.