The first man to pop a virgin's cherry has to be her sex .

Driven by her slightly aroused state and some more than racy thoughts of Josh, the still-virginal woman put on a devout expression as her fingers flew.

• The first man a woman fucks has to be her sex **** for as long as she wishes, doing whatever sexual favors, activities, or actions she desires of him, no matter what they are.

Pressing enter, Sara felt her pussy grow a little wet at the incredibly naughty implications of such an idea and she giggled to herself. Imagine, turning the tables on a man, and having him unable to say no when you wanted sex, or say, something even kinkier, or anything related to some good 'ol fashioned nastiness of the soul.

She could imagine girls all around the globe thanking her with profuse joy already. After all, what rational woman wouldn't want a sex ****? To turn some of those uptight frowns around on some guys would be such a turn-on.

Sara grew rigid. That sounded eerily like Kaylee.

It was then that Josh suddenly walked into the living room searching for something.

"Hey Sara, have you seen my phone?"

Quickly closing the app, Sara dropped the phone into the couch and cleared her throat. "Er, yeah, it was right here, next to me the whole time, of course!"

Josh gave her an inquiring look as he went over to pick it up, and she couldn't help looking him over. He looked good in his casual tee and shorts -- this time normal cargo pants, thank goodness.

Waving a hand, Sara joked, "Oh don't worry, I just took some pictures of my epic legs for you to hold onto. Don't get too excited, m'lord." It was a bit of a risque play, and usually he'd give her a warning look with a 'Saraaa' that she found adorable, but at this point they both knew it was safe territory to joke about those things, as long as it wasn't serious. However, this time the roommate only blushed and stepped back, looking down as he checked his phone and swiped through it with a finger.

"What's this?"

While he wrinkled his brow, Sara looked out the window in self-rumination. Before she could stop herself, her inner contemplative girl rose to the surface. "Hey," she said, her voice fragmented in thought.

"Hm?" On the other hand, Josh sounded rather distracted. Sara continued unperturbed.

"I... er... know this is a weird question, but... " the woman turned to face her roommate, and went for broke. "...could you... as a guy, imagine being a girl's sex ****? Or, like, being degraded sexually, made to do things for her?"

She internally slapped herself. If he gave her a suspicious look, she would just reason that it was for some thing she was researching... with a friend she had that worked in marketing. That's right. And believable. Of course it was. Wasn't it?

Josh, however, didn't as much as flinch as he bobbed his head, "Weell, I know a couple guys would probably like it, but I know I wouldn't. That's why you always ask if a girl's a virgin before you penetr--I mean, you know, do it with her, and all."

"Yeah, I figured the way you guys are always preyed on as it is that..." It was only after the fourth or so nod that Sara stopped and looked at Josh, confused. "Wait, what was that you said?"

Josh looked up. "What? About a couple guys liking that stuff?" Then he tilted his head. "And what did you mean by us guys being -- "

"No, no, not that, after that." Sara waved her arms, sitting up. She grabbed the remote and muted the TV. "About a girl being a virgin."

Dropping onto the arm of the couch, Josh shrugged, "Well, I was just saying, you know..." He looked around, then back to Sara. "Since any guy that, well..." Scouring for words, he choked on his words a little before finally continuing bluntly, "A girl's first has to be her sex ****, if she wants him to. It's that simple, everyone knows that. No buts. Because of that," he said matter-of-factly, "well, guys just like to know beforehand. A lot just usually wait in the last minute and then whoop, the next thing you know, kiss your sexual rights goodbye, though."

Sara had a single burst of laughter, realized he was serious, then stammered, pushing back against her draw of the sofa, "Wha-wha-wait, you--"

"But it's not like they really mind all that much, right?" he continued with a canned chuckle. "I mean, sure, some find it unfortunate to be a woman's sex **** for life. But a lot of others actually enjoy it; and really, there's way more girls that turn down the sex **** binding and instead just lets the man keep his freedom since, you know." Josh sighed and looked to the floor, a distant echo in his eyes. "That's just how they are, I guess. Though I hear plenty of older woman regret it later on," he laughed.

Holy shit! mentally croaked a stunned Sara in the faraway land of Sara's brain in the meantime, Josh's voice already fading away. It... effing... worked!?

There was no way he was pulling her leg. Not like this.

And not with how much it turned her on to hear him... speak so ridiculously like that!

No, she could tell if he was just playing with her. And with something like that, there was no way he or probably any guy would just joke about that with raw, candid sincerity plastered over their faces.

Holy shit, Sara repeated in herself, squeezing her legs together. The young woman hoped she wasn't pitifully soaking her shorts right now. She covertly looked at Josh from top to bottom. It was real.

"Anyways," the slender young man stood up, dialing a number in his phone. "Was that it?"

Sara's head twitched up to meet his eyes as he placed his cell against his ear.

"I'll be in my room if ya need me, alright?" Then, a flicker and shift in tone. "Heey, Hale, what's up man?"

As he laughed and said all was good, his voice grew quieter until it was finally within the confined walls of his corner of the apartment. Sara basked in her own silence for a bit. The comedy program had gone to a commercial break.

And before she could say no, her body said, 'oh shut up already', and like a fox she was jumping off the couch and stomping down the hall and finally pushing the door to her normally platonic, friendly, cute roommate's room open. His head swiveled towards her in surprise, his mattress creaking below.

"Sara?"

What happened next was like something out of a wet dream; for who, take a guess.

Goosebumps streamed down his skin as the young woman jumped onto the bed in which he was laying back-first, and grabbed his shoulders, quasi-straddling him.

Sorry, she bit her proverbial lip as her eyes ate him up, I'm sorry sorry sorry, but I can't... help it! I'm a girl just like all of them and I have... needs! And right now, I need YOU!

Her guilt was steadily taken over by equal parts lust, fulfillment, and a surreal crossing of an uncanny valley, where something she just saw told her that something very wrong, or very right, had just happened, and even if logically she was battling against it, realistically it was ironically undeniable, or at least very convincing; and if this was only a dream, she was going to seize it and milk it to its last drop.

Just like what Josh would soon be undergoing, incidentally.

"S-Sara," choked Josh, as the unbelievably pretty girl held him down and rubbed her slightly damp crotch against his dick, pushing and grinding, "what are you doing?!"

"Ughh yeah," she moaned, and jutted her ass out and pushed in and repeated the gesture, making circular motions against his dick as she did. The pesky organ popped to a full mast erection quicker than you can say 'cumming' and Josh groaned in both disbelief and pleasure at the sensation, the visual stimulation, more or less all of it. In fact he nearly came right there. Then the girl and his (formerly) platonic, friendly, still cute roommate finally re-opened her eyes to direct them at him and said, "I need to fuck you Josh! Right fucking now!" She grabbed his pants and sharply pulled them down, fishing out his dick. For a glimmer of a second, she admired her friend's new set of underwear -- a pair of tight briefs, that couldn't hide the enlarging bulge underneath. Rubbing the bulge with her hand sent shivers down her spine and she nearly squirted on the spot at the titillation of touching a real, live dick. The sexual core of a man. Then she pulled the pair down, and bit her lip as his hard, moderate sized dick sprang upward. She moaned. "Man you're so hot. And... so hard. Oh how long I've wanted this... to use your body for my own... to get off on you..." She almost moaned again, then focused. "Trust me," she reasoned, "I'll make you feel really good! Really, you won't regret it! And..." she smiled, inscrutably. "...you'll also be my first!"

Josh stared ahead, speechless as the mattress moaned under their heaving weight, and his hot roommate pulled her shorts and panties down, and flung them away. Then she grabbed his manhood, and quickly positioned herself over him as she began to slide his dick into her cute trimmed pussy -- straight to the main course, no foreplay or warming up or what have you, despite her self-proclaimed virgin-level experience.

Oh boy, was this bound to go well...