To all the sweet, innocent girls who feel unnoticed - This is for you:

She was epitome of sweet. We'll call her Katie for this. 18, shoulder-length blonde hair, kind eyes, and most definitely in Church every Sunday. The day we met, I was getting some work done at a coffee shop. She waltzed in with that slightly insecure look these girls have; gently wandering her eyes around the room. She had on a skirt, just above her knees, and a white button down shirt.

She sat at the table next to mine and I instinctively struck up conversation. Benign questions, like "How is your day going," and, "Do you go to school around here?" She coyly brushed her hair from her face when she answered, but didn't seem to want to end the conversation. As time passed, I learned more about her. It turned out she had just graduated high school and was planning on living at home with her parents while going to school nearby. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend at the time; however, she was unsure if it would last as he was planning on going away for school.

To keep things on the shorter side, our conversation slid into flirting territory. First it was innocent comments about her eyes, and then her smile, only to lead me to more directly mentioning her lips. It was clear she was conflicted by our interaction. She told me that her current boyfriend was the only guy she had ever dated, and she was somewhat scared because she believed they were going to get married. Nonetheless, she never left or stopped talking. Rather, I think she knew that I like how shy she seemed, and it was a role that she leaned into.

As time went by, I asked if she would be interested in taking a drive with me. There was an initial panic in her eyes when the words left my lips; however, she reluctantly agreed. I knew what my intentions were, and while I wasn't immediately telling her, I wasn't hiding my attraction to her. It was a typical good girl meets bad boy encounter, and it was clear that she hadn't experienced that before.

The only reason we ended up in the back seat was because I suggested, as someone so sweet and shy would love, to cuddle. I told her that she could rest her head on my shoulder while I gently wrapped my arms around and played with her hair.

It was maybe 10 minutes into cuddle, as I gently helped her leg to cross over my waist, the arch in her knee causing her skirt to ride just inches higher; seemingly still modest, yet intriguing. It began when I brushed her hair to one side, and with one hand on her bare thigh and the other in her hair, I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her lips softly and gently. There was an initial "gasp" as I did this, and she carefully commented that this was wrong. Of course at this point my fingertips had already begun tracing the rear outline of her panties beneath her skirt.

In minutes I had her rolled underneath me, her neck buried in my lips and my hands caressing her soft, small, but round breasts. She groaned as she felt her nipples slowly growing harder between my tightening fingers, and vacillated between passionate groans and, "Wait, I have a boyfriend." It was at this point she told me that she was a virgin and had planned on saving herself for her boyfriend.

To put her mind at ease, I instinctively hitched her skirt up to her waist, exposing her soft, satin, white bikini style panties. With the push of her legs up, I began softly kissing down her legs. I let my fingers pull under the sides of her panties, and she let out a confused moan as she felt the cool air rushing between her legs as the fabric slid down her hips. I let her feel the warmth of my breathe slowly radiating against the warmth between her legs as her ankles gently wrapped around my neck. And that is when I said.

"Beg me, Katie." And she did. Katie moaned, "Please lick my pussy."

I let Katie feel the tip of my tongue softly run up and down her slit, gently prying her lips open as she let out a loud scream. I played gently with her like this for a moment, until I finally let her feel me connect with her clit. She lifted her hips, as if bucking upwards, and let out noises she had never made before. She tightly wound her legs around my neck and placed her fingers in my hair. She cried out as she felt, for the first time, her warm pussy beginning to drip into the mouth of a man.

I slowly crawled on top of Katie and spread her legs around my waist. At this point she had her shirt ripped open and her skirt bunched up at her waist. I let her feel the tip of my dick grow against her, just carefully running up and down. She groaned, she moaned, she lifted her hips to meet me. Yet, she was still unsure. She told me again that she was a virgin, that this was wrong, that she can't believe she was doing this. But I knew what she wanted, because for such a sweet, innocent girl, I knew she was craving to become a whore. And that's exactly what I let her do:

"Beg me, Katie." Katie looked up at me with her big doe eyes, and with quivering lips she whimpered, "Please... fuck my virgin pussy."

It was a firm but soft thrust down when I heard her scream my name. Her once-virgin pussy was open, slowly stretching for each inch of me as it slowly entered her. I took her arms and pinned them to the seat above her head, as I pulled out and softly pushed back in. Allowing us to find our rhythm, my body rocking back and forth over hers, she cried out the most intense pleasure this sweet woman had ever felt. We kissed, we touched, and my soft movements turned into slow, hard, deep grunting thrusts. I made it a point to let her feel the transition from making love, to being fucked.

At the end, I held Katie's arms again and looked at her in her eyes. She looked alive yet scared, as if she knew what was happening. I whispered in her ear, "Are you mine?" And with her soft reply, "Yes, daddy," I came inside of her sweet virgin pussy. She gasps at first, unsure what to think, but slowly allowed herself to relax as she felt its warmth invading her body. I told Katie that she was mine as I placed my hand on her stomach, both of us knowing exactly the potential consequences of this. I held her in my arms, loving her again after using her, the perfect dichotomy that she had always wanted. We lay on the seat, soaking with both of our liquids, as she felt my cum slowly overflowing and pouring out of her. I softly pressed my lips against hers, and whispered to her again, "You're all mine."