Poppin' Her Hood (Deflowering Virgin Erotica)

An excerpt from
Poppin’ Her Hood: A Deflowering Tale

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Her hands caressed over his sides, letting
them venture over his hips and to the small of his back. A small
smirk crossed her lips as they dared to go lower. Caressing over
his toned ass, she had to stop herself from giggling like a
schoolgirl. She squeezed tightly, pulling him closer against her in
a rather aggressive move. Already, she felt his stiffening member
pressing against her stomach through their clothes.

She knew this was a bad idea, but it felt so
right. Nicole was never one to be caught up in the animalistic lust
of a situation. She had always been so calm, collected, and
detached from anything that even hinted at sexuality. But in this
moment, she didn’t care that she was defying all reason. She just
wanted him.

The man moved his hands over Nicole’s neck.
His rough fingers were so delicate as they moved to the back of her
neck. His other hand stayed briefly at the other side of her neck
before sliding downward over her collarbone. Both hands began to
journey over her shoulders, trailing down her arms until they
rested upon her waist. It was so foreign to feel someone touching
her in such a romantic way like this. She had faith that she would
be able to stop making out with him at any time. This was just to
appease him so he would fix her car.

He tilted his head slightly, pressing his
mouth more forcefully against hers. She realized it had been far
too long since she’d had any kind of lustful contact with another
person. She thought back to all the times that she had played with
herself in the shower, rubbing at her clit to get her off. She had
never even dreamed of any kind of penetration. She was going to
leave that for someone truly special someday. Certainly not this
stranger. She felt that she could do better—even if she was
completely wet from just making out with him while his hands rubbed
at her sides in such a loving way. Carnal images flashed through
her mind as she continued their passionate kiss. Suddenly, he
pulled away with a wry grin on his face.

Poppin
’ Her Hood:

A Deflowering
Tale

by Kayla Calvert

Text Copyright 2013 Kayla
Calvert
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Nicole glanced to the clock
on the dusty dashboard of her car. She had exactly two hours to
make it to her big interview with RGB Designs
— the largest design firm on the east coast. Needless to say,
she was all smiles this morning.

After years of internships,
putting together a portfolio, sending out
resumes, reworking her portfolio, and more than a few
sleepless nights she
finally
received a call for an interview. It was a call
that she didn’t exactly expect since she only applied to RGB
Designs just to say she had done it.

She lived about four hours away, but if she
could land this job it would all be worth it. And after the
interview, she had a fun day planned around shopping in the city. A
little retail therapy would help her blow off some steam after the
interview, which she was sure she would completely bomb.

There was no time to dwell on the fun
afterward. She needed to make it there first, and she was only an
hour away right now. That meant she had two hours until the
interview. That gave her time to find the address, get a parking
spot, talk herself down from a panic attack, and then gather her
portfolio from the back seat. She had planned to take her time with
all of this so if there was the slightest hiccup in her plan she
had more than enough time to fix it.

Her plan was perfect in her mind, but there
were certain things she had failed to take into consideration. Car
troubles had never even come up in her list of potential problems.
This was the first time her car had traveled this far. The faded
red exterior of the mid-90’s style sedan had seen the sun’s harsh
rays for more than a decade. She even nearly lost her virginity in
the back seat of this exact car while in high school. A patrolling
cop car put a stop to the vigorous make-out session just when
things were getting hot and heavy between her and her boyfriend.
And as days and weeks went by it became painfully obvious that she
had been spared from the grief of a messy break-up from the boy she
thought was “the one”.

This old car had never given her problems
ever since her parents had given to her. Six years later, here she
was, still driving the same reliable, ugly car, and she was still a
shining example of innocence. All of her experiences with dating
had been regrettable, at best. It was a mix of her distrust toward
the good ones, and her complete refusal to lower her standards. She
didn’t have a bitter demeanor, but instead just seemed to play the
“hard to get” game a little too well.

Just as the car’s odometer hit the 110,000
mile mark, smoke started to pour from under the hood. Nicole was in
denial at first and still drove on for a few moments. It wasn’t a
lot of smoke. The problem would pass and she’d continue on to her
interview. But the smoke didn’t stop at all. It continued to flow
from the cracks of the hood, starting to make it difficult to see
anything at all.

“Aw, come on! Why now?!” she cried out in
exasperation.

She finally decided that this was a serious
problem and began to pull over. Luckily for her, there was a
service station just as she brought the smoke-billowing car off the
road. The way she had to take to Atlanta was mostly deserted with
hardly any traffic at all. It was times like this that she wondered
why she had ever moved back home after college. Perhaps if she had
stayed in Savannah, or even already made a move to Atlanta this
could have all been avoided.

She hesitantly stepped out of the car a she
surveyed the building that she miraculously stopped at. It didn’t
look like it had been updated since the late 80’s. There were only
two pumps at the front, one for diesel and the other for unleaded.
As she passed by them, she noted that nothing on the pumps looked
like it had been updated since this building had been built. There
were no credit card slots or digital read-outs at all. If it
weren’t for the neon sign hanging from the window of the office
that said “OPEN” she would have guessed this old building was just
an antique from a time long forgotten. The building itself was a
small, well-kept structure that looked like it had been recently
painted with a shade of baby blue that made Nicole cringe!.
Attached to it was a single-car garage with a car already hoisted
up with the hydraulic jack. The sound of the radio blaring
something that vaguely reminded her of music echoed through the
open garage and filled the surrounding area with the noise.

“Hey, anyone here?” She spoke with a bit of
annoyance in her voice. The sound of the loud metal music booming
from the garage should have been her first sign that no one would
hear her faint voice over the growling singer and the thumping
double-bass of the drums.

With a peeved look on her face, she turned
around to see a man in a pair of grey mechanic’s coveralls. Her
expression quickly changed to one of amazement as she looked him
over. He was a bit over six foot tall with long, light brown hair
that was pulled back in a sort of surfer cut. Even with the
coveralls, Nicole could tell he was in good shape. His eyes were
the bluest of blue, and his face was covered in a slight stubble of
someone who hadn’t shaved in a few days. She guessed he wasn’t much
older than her.

He looked a bit confused to have a guest, but
had a beaming smile on his face. With the music still deafeningly
loud, he began to speak but his words weren’t the least bit
audible. Nicole arched a brow and shook her head, indicating that
she had no idea what he was saying. The man held up one of his
grease and oil-covered gloves, signaling for her to wait a second.
And with that, he swiftly disappeared around the corner into the
garage. A few moments later, the sounds stopped, leaving a
deafening silence that almost bothered her as much as the music
had.

“Hey, sorry ‘bout that,” he said with a
sincere grin on his face as he came back into the office. Nicole
felt a little intimidated by the handsome man, but her distrust was
quickly settling in. His smug grin reminded her of a politician’s.
“What can I do for you?”

Nicole pointed to her car, which still had
trails of steam rising from the hood.

“Ah, well then! You’re in the right place,”
he sauntered to the car, stepping in front of the hood and gently
tapping against it in an idle fashion. “Mind clicking the switch
inside? I’d do it myself, but…” he trailed off and held up his
gloved hands to display the mess of oil, which he had already
tapped against her hood.

She glared for a moment, but sighed and
stepped around to the driver’s side to push the button to release
the hood. She didn’t have time to argue with this man about how he
had just dirtied her car. She needed to be on her way to her
interview. She wasn’t very impressed with his skills so far, but
she didn’t have much of an option given her predicament. It also
didn’t hurt that he was kind of cute, in a dopey sort of way. It
made his actions slightly more forgivable.

The hood was finally pulled up, releasing
more smoke, which the man fanned away while stepping back.

“It’s probably leaking from the head gasket,
more than likely. I’ll be able to check once it cools off a little.
It’s still too hot to work with right now.”

“What?!” Nicole cried out, “I have an
interview in two hours, though,” she spoke with a subtle calmness
in her voice that was only hinting at her desperation to get this
done. “Is there any way you can just fix it real quick to get me to
where I’m going?”

He chuckled and shrugged. “You seem like a
nice gal and all, but there’s other cars that people have left for
me to fix. First come, first serve and all.”

“Those people aren’t even here. You can make
an exception and help me out first, right?”

Nicole batted her eyes a bit, trying to lay
on the charm. After all, she was dressed quite nicely. She wore
black slacks that came down to a bell-bottom cuff, a white
button-up blouse with vertical flourishes that came down from the
just above her collar and continued to the hem of the fabric. Cute,
but modest hoop earrings adorned each ear. Her shoulder-length
blonde hair was worn down with the bangs slightly to the right. She
was dressed to impress.

“Is there anything I can do to influence your
decision?”

He looked her over for a moment with a gaze
of skepticism. It quickly changed a wolfish grin. She wasn’t
expecting that and immediately held up her hands, shaking them
along with her head.

“I didn’t mean anything perverted! I meant,
like…uh… ya know…” she was at a loss for words as she stood there,
completely tongue-tied.

“Then what
did
you mean?” he stepped
closer, tilting his head to the side curiously while that smirk
remained on his lips.

“Uhm…” she avoided eye contact as she stepped
backward while trying to come up with an excuse that made
sense.

“You were trying to seduce me to get your car
fixed quicker,” he chuckled.

Nicole’s eyes widened and her face turned a
bright shade of red. “What? No! That wasn’t what I meant at
all!”

“Then please, ma’am,” he said with a hint of
a Southern accent, “explain.” He folded his arms over his chest
while waiting patiently.

Nicole was completely speechless. Her face
was a bright shade of crimson as she looked him in the eyes with a
look of desperation and pity.

“You look so amazingly cute when you’re
upset, ya know that?” he commented as he stepped closer while
removing his oil-covered gloves and shoving them in his back
pocket.

She stood still, confused by his actions at
first. She wasn’t sure what he was doing as he stepped closer to
her. He ran a hand through his dusty blond hair before he leaned in
close. Nicole went to step backward, but his hand was already
around her waist to pull her closer. A soft gasp escaped her lips
before she lifted her hands to press against his waist. He was far
too strong for her to pull away. Instead, she found her hands
resting at his waist while his face was just inches from hers.