Bill #1 Took My Virginity

Jordan Knox
7 mins read
Published almost 4 years ago

“I’ve never had sex with a stranger before.” I looked at him straight in the eyes as I said these words. My legs were trembling and my armpits were starting to sweat.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Tara Byrd and until one week ago, I was a twenty-four year old virgin. Not in a sad kind of way. I mean, I’ve had opportunities.

And I bought a vibrator once, but I never took it out of the box. It just sits. In its box. In a plastic bag. Wrapped in a Tweety Bird blanket. Inside a plastic bin. Under my bed.

Okay, it might be a little bit sad...

I live alone in a tiny apartment in Cody, Wyoming. No roommates, no pets. Just one dying house plant I bought at the Home Depot about a month ago. It was supposed to help me breathe better. I don’t have asthma or anything. Just a few sporadic cases of crippling anxiety here and there.

I have a great job working for the local newspaper, The Bill. My latest piece is on the festival we have every year celebrating our founder, William Cody (better known as Buffalo Bill). People come from all over the state to see our soon-to-be-famous play, Bill Cody.

Yeah, I know. It’s not the ideal gig. But it pays the bills mostly, and I have my own desk.

This year, I got to sit in on the auditions for an exclusive behind-the-scenes look at the making of this unique performance. Bill Cody has been played by the same man since I was six years old. But unfortunately, he died three months ago due to the fact that he was ninety-eight years old. Despite this tragedy, the show must go on, as they say.

So there I was. Sitting through audition after audition of William Cody hopefuls. The lines they were given to recite are forever engrained in my memory: “The name’s Bill Cody, and I claim this here town, Cody.”

Riveting stuff, really. Most of the actors were dismissed due to a lack of cowboy drawl and being too “clean.” The producers had quickly narrowed it down to a list of three potential Bills who were to come back the next day for a follow-up audition.

After the Bills were dismissed and the judges had packed up, we all went to the one and only bar in town, The Watering Hole.

I don’t usually drink – are you surprised? But tonight, I was high on the power of choosing the next Buffalo Bill, so I ordered a gin and tonic.

And this is where things get messy.

I was sitting at the bar, trying my best to choke down the only drink I knew how to order when Buffalo Bill #2 approached me.

“Can I get-che ‘nother?” he slurred around his wad of tobacco.

“Oh no, I shouldn’t. I’ve already had too much.” I tried to giggle, but still had some of the bitter liquid in my mouth and it dribbled down my chin onto my shirt.

Bill #2 gave me a look of pity and terror, and quickly turned to a different girl nearby.

“Tara, you idiot,” I said to myself as I wiped the drool off my chin and rubbed my shirt.

A voice to my left floated into my ear canal. “Did he spill his drink on you?”

I turned to see where the smooth, deep voice was coming from and, of course, it was Bill #1. I decided to lie.

“Yeah, uh, I guess he’s had one too many.” Don’t try to giggle this time.

“Sounds like Tony! Here, let me get some more napkins.” Bill #1 turned to grab some napkins off a nearby table before I could protest. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, uh, Mr. Buffalo.” Wow, Tara. That was stupid.

“Oh, call me Bill. Mr. Buffalo was my father.” He smiled at me. His smile was crooked in the most devastatingly sexy way and he stuck out his hand.

I limply shook his hand. “Tara. I was in the auditions, but I’m not a judge or anything. I’m just a reporter. Well, not just a reporter. I mean, I love my job. It’s a great job.” Jeez, just stop talking!

There was that devastating smile again.

I stare at him and can only manage to nod my head.

Somewhere around four or five drinks later, I looked around the bar. It was empty except for me, Buffalo Bill, and the annoyed bartender. Considering my sober past, I’m obviously absolutely wasted.

Turns out drunk Tara and sober Tara don’t have a lot in common. The most blaring difference: drunk Tara is horny. So horny, in fact, that she was thinking about taking ol’ Buffalo Bill here back to her place and doing him cowboy style on her living room floor.

In my head, I seductively turned to Bill #1 and said, “It’s getting pretty late. You wanna come to my place for a night cap?”

But what I really said was, “Hey, you wanna go to my house place and do some sssssex?”

Luckily, he was just as drunk as I was and heard what I had said in my mind. He smiled as me and took my hand. “Lead way you to house.” Roughly translated: “Lead the way, madame.”

Somehow, we made it back to my house and what happened next is something I’m incredibly proud of, but also incredibly not proud of.

“Shhhhh…” I shoved a finger against Bill’s mouth and tried to wink at him. Too bad I can’t wink, so I was just blinking at him for an entire minute. “Stay here.”

I fumbled my way to my bedroom and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. “Tara, you sly dog,” my inner self said. Drunk Tara made finger guns at her reflection right before falling to the ground.

From this new position on the floor, I could plainly see the Tweety Bird blanket through the clear plastic bin under my bed. 

Back in the living room, my secret toy in hand, I suddenly felt sober. He must have been sobering up too - he had taken his fake gun holster and cowboy hat off, said, “I got you a glass of water. You’ll thank me in the morning,” and those were the actual words that came out of his mouth.

And these are the actual words that came out of mine: “I’m sure I will.”

I stood before him, confidently holding my virgin vibrator in my virgin hand.

He glanced from the vibrator to my body before settling his focus on my eyes and closed the gap between our bodies. He moved so quickly that I gasped out loud, but when he clasped his hands around my waist, I didn’t feel self-conscious at all. His hands were strong and rough as he hoisted my body up and I wrapped my legs around him.

He looked down at me and I pressed my lips against his – hard – and he rubbed one hand up my back to gently cradle my head.

“Down the hall, last door on the right,” I said as our lips finally parted.

“Yes, ma’am.” He winked at me – with just one eye, the way you’re supposed to, and carried me to the bedroom.

He threw me onto the bed like the do in the movies, or porn (I’m guessing?), and started to unbutton his shirt. I scooted back against the pillows and began to undress as well. His shirt, shoes, and socks were before I even got my shirt off, so he decided to speed the process along by unbuttoning my jeans. He slid them down past my ankles and tossed them to the floor.

Finally, I was naked. I was naked in front of another person for the first time, and I wanted him. I wanted him so bad.

And then suddenly, I realized that I didn’t know this man.

“I’ve never had sex with a stranger before.” Or anyone, for that matter. I looked him straight in the eyes as I said the words. My legs were trembling and my armpits were starting to sweat. I was excited.

He shifted his body so that he was straddling my legs and stuck one hand out to formally introduce himself. “My name is Andrew.”

“Hi, Andrew. I’m Tara.” This time, I shook his hand firmly without breaking eye contact, and pulled him down onto my body. He shimmied his pants off, but not before grabbing a condom from his pocket. He came prepared. For some reason, this turned me on even more. I took a small breath as his penis touched my thigh.

Once he had the condom on, he slipped one hand behind my back and lifted my body up slightly so that he could slide himself inside me. After a couple of tries, his dick finally went in, and I gasped and closed my eyes. He pressed himself against me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he thrust his pelvis against me over and over again.

I couldn’t believe how good this felt. No one ever tells you how good this feels in sex ed.

He moved his hands down the side of my body, caressing all of my curves. We kissed deeply and I couldn’t keep myself from letting out a few moans. He wrapped his hand in my hair and pushed my mouth harder against his.

I bit his lip gently to encourage him. He smiled against my mouth and flipped us over so that I was on top of him. His dick never slid out in the process.

From my new position on top, I was able to experiment and move my body around with a little more freedom. I laid my chest against his and bounced my hips ever so slightly up and down his shaft. I gasped as my body convulsed a little at the overwhelming sensation: I think I was about to have my first orgasm.

Andrew must have sensed this because right then, he placed one hand on my ass and the other on the small of my back, pushing himself deeper inside me.

This time I didn’t hold back. “Oh my god, oh my god,” I muttered through deep, involuntary moans.

Andrew smiled and kissed my neck, biting just a little bit, which caused my moans to increase in frequency. He started thrusting faster inside me while I was still bouncing my hips up and down. “Fuck, oh fuck!” I yelled, truly thankful for the first time that I didn’t have a roommate.

He was letting out his own deep moans and groans now too. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed even harder into his thrusts. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. My mouth was open, but no sound was coming out anymore. Just short pants full of pleasure.

Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, he started to thrust faster, and I screamed out, “Yes! Andrew!”

My body started to convulse as I reached my climax. Andrew pulled my body tight against his, and I could feel him cumming inside me as well. I kept moving my hips, gradually decreasing the speed. His thrusts slowed too, but he was reaching even deeper inside me. I let out one final moan as my body shivered into his.

I lifted my head from its place against his neck and kissed him. “Damn,” I giggled. “We didn’t even use the vibrator.”

He flashed a devilish grin at me and wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s not too late,” he said as he reached for the toy on the nightstand.