Why wait around this bar for someone to show up who’s never going to? Some mythical woman who’s going to blow my mind (and my cock)? Maybe it’s just that the same old thing isn’t doing it for me. I’ve got women literally at my finger tips. I need a bit of a… I don’t know… a challenge? Something like weight lifting, something real and visceral.
“So I’m writing this in Python,” says the guy next to me, the nerdy tech guy who doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing. He’s been talking to me all this time? I hadn’t even noticed.
“Wrong move,” I say.
“What?”
“You heard me. Don’t write it in Python. But better yet, don’t write it at all. It’s a useless app. Everyone’s talking about apps now, but industry is where you want to hit. The internet isn’t finished. It needs heavy duty algorithms, heavy duty task managers. Apps aren’t going to change the world. It’s just a cell phone game, essentially…”
The guy’s speechless for a moment. “But there’s a lot of money in apps.”
I shrug. “Do what you want,” I say. “Waste your own time if you want.”
I throw down some money on the bar and stand up. I’m tired of this place and need to get out. Looks like some lucky woman from my contact list is going to be getting a call from me tonight.
“Oh!” says the bearded nerd, literally slapping his forehead with his hand. “You’re… Ryan Hudson, designer of the Sisyphus Algorithm!”
I nod my head, not really paying attention.
“So nice to meet you,” he says, probably holding out his hand to shake mine, but I’m not looking in his direction. I’m just getting my sport coat situated on my shoulders before leaving.
“Nice to meet you too, kid,” I say, throwing him a bone.
“But aren’t you worried?”
That catches a bit of my attention, just enough to respond to him.
“Worried? About what?”
“Your business? What about the Zen Algorithm? It’s apparently clocking better performance than yours by miles.”
He’s got my attention now. My algorithm has always been untouchable. Nothing can beat it, and people have always said nothing ever will.
“Zen Algorithm?”
I don’t sit back down, but I turn back to him. This time, I notice all the acne on his face, and the ingrown hairs.
“Yeah,” he says, showing me his phone, which has an article about the Zen Algorithm open.
I take the phone from him and my eyes scan down the page quickly, my thumb scrolling along as the words flood my head.
“Ryan Hudson may have some new competition… etc., etc.,” goes the article, along with the usual bullshit. But at the bottom are some numbers. Some benchmark scores. Incredible ones. Scores that blow my algorithm out of the water.
Shit. This could be bad.
Why the hell wasn’t I aware of this?
“So, uh…” The nerd is talking to me, but I’m not listening.
And I’m not thinking about the algorithm either.
That’s all left my head.
The sudden worry, the disaster sounds of financial ruin… everything that was completely occupying my thoughts just a second ago—it all slides away.
The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen has just walked through the door.
It takes me a moment to realize what even happened. My attention simply zoomed in on her. She’s like a bulls eye. I’m not aware of anything. The moment seems frozen in time.
She’s just simply fucking gorgeous.
She’s young, but she’s grown up. She’s got curves in all the right places. She’s wearing an elegant short dress that hugs her hips and cuts off halfway down her thighs, exposing her shining legs.
Her breasts are probably a B cup—I have an eye for these things, but they’re pushing the boundaries of those size constraints. Pushing up and out, about to burst into a new size.
Her hair hangs around her face, framing it perfectly.
“So the algorithm is…” The nerd next to me is still talking to me, but I don’t pay him any mind and I step away from him.
I walk towards her confidently. She’s going to be mine. She’s the object of my desire tonight. The women in my contact list can wait until hell freezes over for all I care.
Lily
“That’s him,” I hiss in a whisper at Hailey.
“Who?”
“Ryan Hudson… my boss.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“So you were dreaming about him.”
“Shhh,” I say. “That’s my boss.”
“He’s coming right towards you.”
“No way,” I say, unable to believe what I’m seeing.
But it’s true. Ryan Hudson is walking right towards us. It feels like he’s looking right at me, his gaze running up and down my body, landing finally right on my eyes. He is looking right at me. But he couldn’t be, right? It must be some mistake.
“He’s coming right towards you,” whispers Hailey, sounding excited herself. “The douchebag billionaire in person.”
“Shhh,” I say again, hoping he won’t hear her. “He’s just looking at us.”
“No,” says Hailey. “He’s looking at you.”
Now we can’t talk. Ryan Hudson is right here. Right here in the flesh. The man whose picture I was lusting over just a few hours ago, and honestly, the one who inspired me to finally decide to lose my virginity.
Maybe he’s just going to ask me if I’m in the wrong place, I think to myself. There’s no way I look like I belong here. Hailey somehow stuffed me into one of her tight dresses, and I feel exposed wearing this, like my curves are tumbling out of the dress, about to spill out completely.
But he’s right in front of me. Clearly me, not Hailey. He looks me up and down without an expression on his face, but he finally breaks into a grin.
“You need a drink,” he says to me, his voice deep and confident.
He’s wearing a tailored sport coat over a button down shirt that’s open at the top, just enough to show me a little of his chest.
He’s much more impressive in person than in his picture. He’s muscled. That’s clearly evident even through his clothes.
His haircut is perfect. His beard is just right, just a couple days of perfect stubble. His pants are a good cut, and his shoes are un-scuffed. Everything about him screams refinement. And who am I? Just a recent college graduate who’s basically completely broke, living in some cramped house with a bunch of people I don’t even know. (With the exception of Hailey.)
I feel like I’m taking forever to speak. The words don’t seem to want to come out of my throat. They’re caught there, stuck.
He won’t take his eyes off mine, and my knees begin to feel weak, like I’m going to collapse under his gaze.
“She’d love one,” says Hailey for me.
“Yeah,” I say. “Drink.”
What an idiot! I think to myself. “Drink?” Who says that? It sounds like I don’t know how to speak. That’s far worse than just seeming like I’ve barely been in a bar before, like I’m new to this whole thing.
I nod my head vigorously to try to make up for my lack of proper speech.
Ryan just grins at me.
“Follow me,” he says, taking my hand in his and leading me to the bar.
His hand is strong, massive, and roughly textured. My own hand feels like a doll’s hand in his, small and delicate.
I turn my head to look at Hailey.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Hailey gives me a very suggestive wink and mouths something at me that I don’t quite catch. Maybe she mouthed, “Go for it!”
Ryan Hudson, Ryan Hudson—the words circle through my head.
My boss, my boss—the words won’t leave.
“Two martinis,” Ryan says to the bartender, still not releasing my hand.
Standing against the bar, he looks simply massive. Tall, but
also just built. There’s something about his body that just draws me to him.
His hand still around mine, he pulls me closer to him, so that my breasts are only an inch away from his chest. He’s looking down at me, gazing into my eyes.
This can’t be real, this can’t be real.
“Do you always look so sexy?” says Ryan.
I should try to giggle, but instead some strange noise comes out of my throat.
I pass it off as a cough, putting my other hand to my mouth.
“Careful,” says Ryan. “You don’t want to get me sick.”
I don’t want to get him sick? That’s a strange thing to say.
“Or maybe you do,” he says, his mouth turning into a wicked grin. “Maybe you want to do naughty things to me.”
He comes on strong, doesn’t he?
“I… I was just coming out for a drink with my friend,” I say.
“I can see that,” he says, but his eyes don’t leave my body. “But you must want something more. Don’t you?”
I nod my head shyly.
Ryan chuckles deeply. “You know what you want,” he says.
The martinis arrive, and Ryan hands me my glass. My hand is shaking when I take it. Ryan’s hand is still around my other hand, his grip tight enough that it’s starting to become a little uncomfortable.
“Cheers,” says Ryan as we clink glasses.
“Cheers,” I say, my voice shy and meek.
He doesn’t take his eyes off mine as we each take a sip.
He simply drains his entire drink in one gulp.
I taste mine lightly, and almost spit it out. I’ve never had a martini before, and I don’t think it’s for me. It tastes slimy, rough, and not at all sweet. It’s nothing like the wine that I enjoy with Hailey, which is so loaded with sugar it might as well be alcoholic soda.
But I manage to swallow a sip of this stuff. If nothing else, I’m doing it for Ryan Hudson.
But he’s my boss, I think to myself.
And he’s also the douchebag billionaire, and he’s sure acting like it—a cocky, arrogant prick. But a hot one. My body simply won’t let me ignore that last part.
Don’t let him know that you’re a virgin, I think to myself. Just try to play this cool. Pretend like you’re any other normal adult, one who has sex regularly, who’s had sex at all.
My virginity’s never been a big deal to me… I guess… until now. There were just so many other things going on. I mean, sure, I dated guys when I was younger. I got asked out a good deal, actually, but they were always sweaty and too eager. In college, the closest I got was with one guy named Jake, but he actually came in his pants before even taking out his cock. All he had done was touch my breast a little, of course touching it too hard, without using any gentleness. He was a sweaty, smelly mess, and he made some excuse and rushed out of the room, and I never saw him again until the final exam in one of my courses. That kind of turned me off to the whole thing for a while. But this is different… and Ryan’s different. He’s a man.
“So you live here?” says Ryan, still not taking his eyes off me for even a moment.
I nod my head.
Don’t let him know he’s your boss, I think to myself.
So many things to remember: virgin, boss, virgin, boss. Those two words repeat themselves in my head. How am I ever going to remember what to say and what not to say, let alone think of something clever and witty?
But I’ve got to say something.
“You’re a little shy,” says Ryan. He’s not asking. It’s a statement. Everything he says is hammered home with authority.
“I am, but I’m not always.”
OK, not too bad, I tell myself. Not great, but it’s a start.
I’m way too aware that I’m starting to sweat.
This isn’t how I imagined it when I was staring at his picture all day in my cubicle.
“Shy girls are great in bed,” says Ryan. “Why don’t we get out of here? I can show you my house. I have a pool. We can go skinny-dipping.”
“You move fast, don’t you,” I say. I can’t help raising one eyebrow.
I take another sip of this gross drink.
“Only because I want you,” says Ryan. “And I know you want me too.”
“Maybe you’re right and maybe you’re wrong.”
I think I’m getting the hang of this new skill: witty banter. Isn’t that what the couples in movies do? Maybe I don’t seem like a virgin at all.
“I know,” says Ryan simply. There’s no smile on his face. He puts his martini glass down on the bar with a thud and takes my arm.
“You coming?” he says. “It’s up to you, of course.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Hailey over at the other end of the bar. She gives me a very obvious thumbs up with both hands, not to mention an over the top wink.
I take a gulp of air before answering. It’s about to happen. I’m finally going to do it.
And with Ryan Hudson, no less. Who cares if he’s an asshole? He’s smoking hot. Smoldering, really.
“Sure,” I say, and Ryan leads me out of the bar.
He’s got his elbow cocked and I weave my arm through his, holding myself against his muscular body. I can feel the hardness of his muscles when I brush up against him, when he moves to turn.
Finally out in the night, the air is cooler than in the bar. I’d gotten used to the noise inside, and it suddenly seems stone cold quiet out here. The absence of sound makes my decision seem suddenly graver. Everything suddenly seems much more intense, scarier.
Before I know what’s happened, a valet drives a sparkling waxed European sports car to the curb. He’s wearing a valet uniform and runs over to open the door for me.
Ryan doesn’t even wait for me to buckle my belt.
The engine’s roaring, and we’re blasting off through the hills of San Francisco.
He turns his head completely away from the road. His eyes drink me in. His mouth turns up at the corners in a hungry grin. In any other situation, this kind of attention would make me feel incredibly uncomfortable, but right now I can’t think about anything else than how my body is feeling.
I’ve never felt like this before. It’s as if a magnet is drawing me towards him. My nipples are swelling, and I’m feeling a tingling sensation between my legs.
He seems to notice this. I can’t keep my eyes off his shoulders, and where his chin cuts across his face like a razor blade. His eyes seem to cut through me.
There’s something I’m not sure I like about him—but his arrogance, his self confidence, these things are just drawing me closer to him, just making him more attractive. I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who would fall for a guy like this.
Am I falling? What am I falling into?
“Here we are,” says Ryan. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”
He pulls quickly into a private underground garage, the door opening swiftly and automatically. I just get a glimpse of an immaculate, huge house, with a perfectly manicured small yard in front.
Even the garage, where we are now, screams elegance and luxury. Everything moves smoothly, easily. Everything is in its proper place. Everything is perfect.
Everything except me.
I’m a virgin.
He’s clear about his intentions.
Should I tell him I’m a virgin?
Will he find out anyway? Will he just think I’m really bad, and don’t know what I’m doing? Or will he think that I’m not really into him?
“I’m going to do things to you that will make you feel things you’ve never felt,” says Ryan, leaning over to me as he unbuckles his belt. His lips brush ever so gently against the nape of my neck, making me shiver in delight, sending tingling sensations of ecstasy down through my chest.
Ryan
We skip the swimming altogether.
She’s going to be mine soon.
“Why don’t you get undressed,” I tell her as I take off my blazer, tossing it casually
onto one of the chairs.
The bed is a big four poster bed with a thick mattress and box spring. She stands next to it and the bed comes up to her waist.
I’d love to just bend her over the bed and take her from behind, sinking my cock deep into her pussy, filling her beyond her wildest dreams.
But no, it’s going to be better to take it slow.
She wants me. I can see it in her eyes. But there’s something else too, something like fear. Why would that be?
Is she intimidated by the famous Ryan Hudson? Has my reputation preceded me?
Whatever, it’s not important. The important thing is: her.
And that she wants me.
Her demeanor changes a little as she gets undressed. At first, she’s moving stiffly, like an automaton, or like she’s nervous as hell. She bends her body forward, her hand resting on the mattress for balance. She bends her knee back, moving those silky perfect legs, until her shoe is within reach of her arm. I watch with delight as she takes it off.
But what comes next is even better. She pushes a piece of shoulder fabric from the dress down and to the side, exposing more of her perfect neck, and her shoulder, which is delicate and refined.
Her hair seems wilder now, and she appears to me as an untamed wild woman, a sexy siren who I must conquer.
I move towards her, conscious of my growing cock, and pull her body an inch until her back is pressed against me. My cock’s growing fast, pressing against her ass, fully erect but encased in my pants. It longs to be free, and to plunge deep inside her.
Slow, I remind myself. Take it slow.
“I’ll help you with that,” I whisper into her ear, before kissing the bottom of it, and then the nape of her neck.
She breathes out a sigh of relief, a sigh almost of ecstasy, and her whole body relaxes against me.
I take her dress down, pulling it over her breasts, which burst out, still looking magnificent in their bra. Her ass is something to behold when the dress comes off of it.
Her body is simply fucking stunning.
“You’re going to fuck me?” she says.
I chuckle. “That’s what I want to do,” I say.
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