Page 45 of Cocky Nerd
“Everyday.”
Igroan.
“I thought about youtoo.”
“Tell me. Tell me what you did today.” My whole hand is drenched. I slide in a third finger and work her clit with my other hand. She sighs and shudders. “Tell me, baby, tell me what you thoughtabout.”
She catches her breath. “I read the book you sent me. I had breakfast in the room and read it, and I touched myself and pictured myself doing those things to you and remembered what you did to me, and I was sowet.”
“You’re so wet rightnow.”
“I went swimming and I had to touch myself in the ladies room because all I could think about was what you would have done to me if you’d seen me in my bathingsuit.”
“I would have done everything toyou.”
“I’ve been turned on all day. I had to change my panties three times and I bought new ones when we were shoppingtoday.”
I’m so hard it’s killing me, but I don’t have time to deal with it. I slide my fingers in and out, faster and harder. One of her legs is curled around mine, pulling mein.
“Ahhh! John!Fuck!”
She starts tensing and releasing. That’s when I find her G-spot, gently at first, then slowly increasing the pressure when her noises and undulations tell me she’s ready for more. Finally, I go deeper with my long fingers, finding that little nook, curving and swiping, to stimulate her A-spot. Yeah, it’s athing.
“Oh my God! Yes! Don’t stop!John!”
I don’t stop until she’s been tensing and writhing around, shaking and shimmying for almost a full minute before going very rigid. Then I focus on her clit, slow things down, and watch her come back from a far-off place. She is so fucking beautiful. It’s too much. This is what I’ll see, every time I close my eyes, for the rest of my life—her eyes closed, head back, lips parted, long neck arched, breasts full and flushed. When she says my name, she’s bewildered and possessive and I loveit.
I pull my hand out from her panties and start to unbutton myshirt.
She opens her bleary eyes. She is still experiencing aftershocks, but she reaches out for me. I stepback.
“I have to take a quick shower and change and then we need to get down to thelobby.”
She glares at me. She grabs the box of Kleenex and leaves the bathroom, shutting thedoor.
I find quick relief in the shower, as quietly aspossible.
I don’t know exactly why I didn’t want to come withher.
I guess I need the space. Her magnetic pull is so strong. If the Earth had an ego, wouldn’t it try to break free from the sun’s power over it, just to prove that it could, despite what would happen to all life as we knowit?
* * *
She doesn’t speakto me until we’re in the hallway, waiting for the elevator. I tell her about the people we’ll be dining with at the banquet. She tells me that Mrs. Chen has already told her about some of the women that will be there because she knows them. She tells me she’s downloaded the WeChat app that Mrs. Chen told her about. I have it too, because all of my Chinese contacts use it. You can leave voice messages for anyone with the app, using WiFi or cellular data. She’s very excited about it. I tell her not to use the text messaging feature, or any feature other than the voice-only messages, due to lack of encryption and regulation issues that I won’t get into. She frowns and puts the phone back into her purse. I have smothered another one of her lively fires, onceagain.
Fortunately, the elevator is empty when it reaches our floor, so I can use the next few seconds to try to cheer her up. “I had a really good time last night, did I mention that? You wereamazing.”
She looks down at the floor and says, “Thanks, you were too. Congratulations, you’re the Baryshnikov offucking.”
“And you’re the Steve Jobs ofwit.”
“Why thankyou.”
“It’s not really a compliment. Everyone in Silicon Valley knows that Wozniak was the real brains behindApple.”
“But everyone in the world thinks of Steve Jobs when they think of Apple. And aren’t you more of a Jobs than aWozniak?”
“I’m not going to argue aboutthis.”
