Romance: My First Time With The Tycoon

by Ally Nelson

  “Sounds awesome. I haven’t done that kind of thing since I was a student. All my friends are married with kids and terribly serious, no one wants to hang out like that anymore, y’know.”

  “That does sound terribly serious,” she agreed, then frowned slightly as she looked across at him. “So…how come you’re not married with kids and being all terribly serious then?”

  “Ah…good question. A very private one too, you don’t mess around, do you?”

  She blushed, wondering whether she’d gone too far, but the twinkle in his eyes told her he was only joking and wasn’t actually offended. He carried on and answered the question.

  “Well, truth is…I was married. I was married for…oh…twelve years.”

  “Wow.” She didn’t want to ask what happened, although obviously she was desperate to know.

  “She wanted kids. I uh…well…I didn’t, really. But I was prepared to have them. For her. I did love her. But then, we found out that she couldn’t have them anyway. After that, she sort of…changed. It made her really depressed and…she started taking it out on me. The marriage and the relationship just completely fell apart.”

  “Oh gosh, that sounds awful, I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah…that was about…six years ago. Since then, I’ve been single and happy to be that way. I mean, I’m not saying that I would never have another relationship but…I’m not actively looking, if you know what I mean? If one came along then…maybe, we’d see.”

  “Yeah, yeah, no, I totally get that. Sounds like you had a hard time of it. Must have been pretty heartbreaking to break up after so long. You probably thought you’d spend the rest of your life with her.”

  “Yeah. I did.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Oh, don’t be,” he waved his hand dismissively. “It’s just what happens in life, y’know.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” She bit her lip and looked down at her lap.

  “Hey uh, I didn’t mean to bring down the mood,” he laughed and squeezed her shoulder, standing up. “Why don’t I put some music on?”

  “That’d be great,” she smiled and looked up at him again.

  He walked over to the CD player and put on a chilled out Smashing Pumpkins record, then came back and sat down.

  “Good choice,” Lindsey grinned, her head bopping along to the music.

  For a while, they just sat in silence, side by side, listening.

  It was Brett who spoke next. “So like uh…you still haven’t really told me much about yourself. I mean, I know you like cool music and movies but…what else? What about your friends? These ones you do pizza and movie nights with…good bunch of people?”

  “Yeah, yeah, they’re decent,” she nodded and smiled at him, then quickly added: “Still haven’t got a boyfriend though.”

  He grinned and took a swig of his beer before raising an eyebrow. “Seriously? Now, that is a surprise. I mean, you’re pretty enough. How come you haven’t got a boyfriend?”

  She blushed and bit her lip, glancing down at her lap and shrugging. “Well…I’ve never met anyone I’m even vaguely interested. Well, that’s a lie. I have….but the guys I like are all…much much older than me.” At that point, she looked up and met his gaze. “I don’t really like boys my own age at all.”

  “Oh right.” He continued to look into her eyes. “Why not?”

  “They’re immature. They don’t know what they’re doing. They don’t know how to please a woman like I imagine older guys can.”

  “Not all older guys know how to please a woman either, sadly,” Brett smiled and broke the intense gaze they’d been sharing, grinning slightly.

  Surely, she thought to herself…surely he must know by now. She’d given him plenty of signs. Or…maybe not. She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t even sure she wanted him to know. It was so embarrassing. But he didn’t seem to mind. This wasn’t making him uncomfortable. In fact, he was smiling. Perhaps he liked her? She didn’t want to get her hopes up too high.

  “I bet you do,” she mumbled, shyly flirtatious and not looking at him.

  She could feel her cheeks heating up but at the same time she was proud of herself for having the confidence to take this so far.

  To her surprise, Brett wasn’t embarrassed at all. In fact, he laughed, then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I like to think I do actually.”

  She blushed and bit her lip. “Would you believe this…I’m actually still a virgin.”

  His eyebrows shot up. “Wow. No way. I would not have believed that, no.”

  “Ha, are you saying I look like a slut,” she laughed, teasing him and nudging him in the arm playfully.

  He joined in with the easy laughter and shook his head. “Nah, just…you’re too beautiful to have never had a boyfriend.”

  “Well, I have had boyfriends, I just didn’t want to take anything further with them because…they weren’t my type.”

  “Never dated an older guy before then?”

  “Nope.”

  He looked up at her. She looked up at him. Their eyes met again. She could feel something in the air, passing between them. Some kind of sexual tension. Her stomach gave a little flutter.

  “Ever kissed an older guy before?” Brett asked, very quietly.

  “No,” she whispered, instinctively shuffling a little closer to him on the couch.

  He moved closer too, and a second later, was leaning in, his eyes fluttering to a close.

  Chapter Seven

  When their lips met for the first time, Lindsey felt that same electricity shoot down her spine and through her body as she had the first time their hands had touched on the doorstep. Except this was maximized, increased by tenfold, perhaps even more. Her legs automatically turned to jelly, went weak and wobbly. It felt like such a cliché, but it was true, it was actually happening, and she was glad she was sitting down.

  She twisted around in her seat a little and her arms reached out and wrapped around his shoulders, draping over them. One hand hung lazily over his left shoulder and the other, her right hand, gripped quite tightly at his shirt, almost clinging to him for support as she tilted her head into the kiss.

  It was quite clear from the start that Brett wanted this kiss to continue; that it wasn’t going to be simple peck on the lips and then a retreat. He’d gone in for the kiss and then left his lips there, right there on her mouth, just lingering and pursing slightly as he kissed her again. Of course, she responded, pursing her own lips and kissing him back, and now leaning into it, parting her lips wider and allowing him free access to her mouth, letting him know she was into this, that she wanted more.

  He let out a soft moan and took the invitation for what it was. His tongue slowly came out and slid its way into Lindsey’s mouth, brushing delicately against hers as their lips smacked softly against one another’s.

  She responded in kind, twirling her tongue around his for a moment before easing it past and into his mouth, their faces locked together in a deep kiss that showed no signs of slowing down, both their eyes shut in silent pleasure and the only sounds filling the room those of the damp movements their mouths made against one another’s and the seemingly loud thumping of their hearts beating quickly in time, the CD having now come to an end and finished playing.

  Brett’s arms slipped around her waist and held her gently, his hips now pressing into her slightly too, along with his mouth.

  Still, even at that point, she was sure that this was just a kiss; that he would regret it and it would go no further; that he would pull back and then tell her to leave, to not come back and to not bother him again. She had to believe that that would happen, because she didn’t want to get her hopes up that anything further could possibly transpire between them. If she did, she was bound to be left disappointed and heartbroken in the end. That was always the way it worked with these things.

  The kiss was perfect in so many ways.

  It wasn’t like the clumsy, awkward make out sessions she had experienced with boys her own age.
Brett wasn’t swirling his tongue around like some motor machine trying to clean out her mouth, or thrusting it back and forth as though he was attempting to use his tongue as some kind of pseudo penis in her mouth – two things she had experienced with bad younger kissers in the past. This was completely different. It was delicate, it was precise, it was soft and gentle and yet full of passion and desire. He knew exactly how to kiss her and how to kiss her well.

  It was everything she had imagined and visualized that a kiss with Brett would be like, and within less than a minute of their lips first connecting, her knickers were already soaking wet and she was incredibly turned on.

  She began to run her hands up and down his back, even scratching at him lightly with her nails, wanting to let him know that she was enjoying it. She let out small, little moans of pleasure in between the kisses, when they paused for the occasional split second to take a breath before diving right back in again.

  He responded by doing the same, his own larger and stronger hands exploring her lower back, and one of them even slipping down to touch her butt and squeeze it gently. Her heart nearly exploded. Surely, this was more than a kiss. He was letting her know that he wanted her. He wanted her body. Still, she pushed the thought out of her mind, not wanting to give into it just yet.

  She wasn’t sure how long the kiss actually went on for, but at some point, he wrapped his arms more firmly around her waist and quite literally dragged her on top of him. She threw one leg over and straddled his lap as he continued to kiss her like she has never been kissed before. She was sure she could feel him getting hard in his pants, their groins now pressed more solidly against one another’s due to the positioning.

  The two of them were lost in the kiss, lost in the moment, lost in the sweet sensation of each other’s mouths.

  Lindsey loved the way Brett tasted, and judging from his responses, it appeared that he felt the same. His mouth was warm and soft, and tasted like a cross between strawberries, coconut and coffee. She couldn’t quite place it, but it was beautiful and heavenly and she couldn’t get enough of it.

  It was Brett who finally broke away from the kiss, after several minutes but what felt like hours and similarly was no way near enough.

  He let out a soft chuckle and pulled back far enough to be able to look into her eyes properly. “Well…” He said, clearing his throat.

  “Well…” She responded, raising one hand and wiping her mouth a little.

  “I definitely wasn’t expecting that when you came over today.”

  “Neither was I,” she admitted, sliding off his lap as he let her go, and sitting down next to him again.

  “Mm, maybe not, but you’ve been wanting it for a long time.” He looked her up and down, his head cocked to one side slightly and a smirk playing on his lips.

  She felt her cheeks flushing. “H-how did you know?”

  “It was pretty obvious. You’re not the greatest flirter in the world but it was pretty obvious you had some kind of crush on me.”

  “I…I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

  He frowned and reached out, pushing some hair back off her eyes and tucking it behind her ears gently. “Why would you be sorry?” he asked. “I was the one who kissed you. I was the one who wanted to kiss you. Are you sorry we kissed?”

  “No, no, of course not.”

  “Neither am I. I like you, Lindsey. I’ve liked you since you first came and brought that package over.”

  “Really? Seriously?” She was surprised.

  “Seriously. Really.”

  “Is…that why you invited me over to help with my coursework? Was that just like…a ruse?”

  He bit his lip and blushed. “Er…yes and no. I mean, I do genuinely want to help you but…I thought it’d be an easy way for us to get to know one another a bit better. I totally wasn’t planning to kiss you though. I mean…I didn’t expect it to go that far that quickly.”

  “Neither did I but…I feel like we just…gel together.”

  “So do I.”

  “I like you too, Brett, a lot. Though, I guess you already knew that.”

  He smiled and nodded, then leaned in and gave her one more soft kiss on the lips. “You’d better get back next door. Your mom’s gonna be wondering where you are.”

  “Yeah, she will.”

  “Will I see you tomorrow?” He asked, with a note of hopefulness in his voice.

  Lindsey smiled and nodded. “I…I hope so. I mean, if you want to.”

  “I’d like that. I’m sure there’s a few more things you want me to go over, with your work…like you said…”

  They both giggled. “Yeah, I’m sure I can find some kind of excuse to come over here,” said Lindsey, standing up and collecting her books together.

  Brett frowned a little and looked up at her. “You’re not…going to tell your Mom about this, are you?” he asked nervously.

  “Oh heck no,” she laughed. “She wouldn’t understand at all.”

  He seemed relieved. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want her to think bad of me, y’know…”

  “You’re a nice guy, Brett. I’m sure she wouldn’t.”

  “Yeah, but it’s a bit like…inappropriate.”

  Lindsey sighed, inwardly beginning to worry. She knew this would happen. He was starting to have second doubts.

  “Look,” she said. “We’re both adults. We can both decide for ourselves. I wanted this just as much as you did, probably more. It’s not like you’re taking advantage of me.”

  “Mm, I guess you’re right.”

  He seemed more relaxed about it after that, as if he just needed Lindsey’s reassurance that she was still totally cool with it.

  He led her to the door and gave her a quick final kiss before she left and jogged over back to her own house next door.

  Her mother was keen to ask her how the tuition had gone, and she couldn’t help but smile as she told her it had gone much better than she’d expected.

  Chapter Eight

  Sara was over the moon.

  Lindsey didn’t bother telling her other friends. Not just yet, anyway. She wanted to cement things between her and Brett a little further first, but Sara had known from the offset about her crush, and had been asking about it continually from day one anyway. She had to keep her informed and it wasn’t as if she could hide from her even if she wanted to.

  “I knew it!” she laughed as they shared a coffee together at college in between lectures. “I told you, you should just go for it!”

  “Yeah, and I took your advice. I mean, it just sort of happened really. I hadn’t been expecting it. He was the one who wanted to kiss me.”

  “So he did fancy you from the offset.”

  “Yeah, I guess he did.”

  “How could he not?” Sara giggled. “I told you, I told you! What’s he like? Is he a good kisser? Is he hot?”

  “Of course he is, he’s hot as anything, and yeah, he’s an amazing kisser.”

  “Tell me everything. What did he say to you? Was it romantic? Are you going to see him again? Come on, I want all the juicy details.”

  Lindsey rolled her eyes a little and chuckled, but obliged and began to share the specifics about what had happened, after which, Sara was even more encouraging and excited about her and Brett.

  “I thought you said I should date someone my own age?” Lindsey smiled.

  “Ah nah, I changed my mind,” giggled Sara. “You and Brett sound perfect together! When are you going to see him again?”

  “Tonight. I’m going over for some more ‘tuition’.”

  “Are you going to have sex with him?”

  Lindsey’s eyes boggled. “Gosh, Sara, one step at a time! We’ve only just kissed.”

  “I know, but it all happened pretty quickly.”

  And in the end, it did happen pretty quickly. Their relationship continued to develop and snowball at an alarming rate.

  She went over that evening.

  They briefly went through her work, but they both knew
that wasn’t the real reason why she was there. They’d covered everything they needed to cover the day before, and Lindsey was on top of her studies again. She didn’t really actually need any more help at that point; they were using it purely as an excuse so that Lindsey could get around hanging out with Brett without her mother asking questions. And it worked.

  Within twenty minutes they were kissing, making out on the couch like they had done the day before, only this time with even more passion and eagerness.

  Brett’s hands explored up and down her body, tugging and pulling at her clothes as if he wanted to rip them off.

  She wanted him to.

  But he didn’t.

  He continued to act like a true gentleman and, after a good ten minutes of continuous kissing, he asked her if she wanted a drink, and the two of them sat talking and listening to music together for another half an hour before kissing some more.

  In total, they had three decently sized make out sessions before Lindsey headed back home.

  The following evening, it happened again.

  This time, she stayed a little later, and the two of them watched a movie together cuddled up on the couch in each other’s arms. Or at least, they tried to. They could barely keep their eyes on the television nor their hands off each other, with Lindsey clambering onto Brett’s lap every few minutes to shower him with more kisses, growing in confidence whenever they spent time together.

  By the fourth night, however, Lindsey began to worry that her mother was starting to suspect something weird was going on.

  “Why do you need to go over there again?” she asked with a frown. “Surely there can’t be that much you need to go over? You seemed to be doing okay in college.”

  “Oh um…I don’t know, it just really helps,” she floundered, unprepared for the questioning and literally about to walk out the door to head over to Brett’s.

  Perhaps the fact that she always seemed to come home with a big grin on her face hadn’t helped matters either. Nobody enjoys studying that much.

  “Last night you were there for over three hours.”