Page 55 of Cocky Nerd
John
I’m glad I waited until tonight to have sex in the back of a limo for the first time ever, although it’s not so much that I waited until tonight, as I could always wait until later to have sex with other women, but tonight I needed to be inside of Olivia as soon as we had the slightest semblance ofprivacy.
She’s always beautiful, but she is a goddess in that blue gown and as soon as I saw her in it I wanted to stick my head under that long flowy fabric, feel her thighs squeeze against it and lick her until I made herscream.
So now I can check that off my To DoList.
I hope the footprint indentations she left on the ceiling above the backseat disappear before the next clients getin.
I zip up my pants and tap on the tinted dividing window, telling the driver that he can drive us to the hotel now. It looks like he drove all the way around Central Park a few times after I’d told him to “just drive around for a while,” which is limo speak for “we’re going to fuck in your carnow.”
Her silky straightened hair is wildly tousled, and she is using my handkerchief to wipe the lipstick off of her very satisfied gorgeous face. She licks the handkerchief and says “come here,” then wipes around my mouth too. I don’t even think it’s gross. She looks so sexy I’m thinking about asking the driver to go twice more around the park, but our hotel suite is so nice and so expensive, we may as well use it. My business manager will have a lot of questions when he sees my personal expenses for the month, but hopefully by then I won’t have to do much explaining. Hopefully by then everyone will know how I feel about this woman, includingOlivia.
After givingthe driver a hundred dollar tip, when I help Olivia out of the limo and onto the sidewalk in front of the hotel, she suddenly has a crease in the middle of her forehead, as she stares pastme.
“Julian?” she says. She doesn’t let go of my hand, but I loosen my grip onhers.
The famous Julian fucking Bartlett struts over towards us, in the same leather jacket he was wearing two years ago, but instead of synthetic musk, he reeks of whiskey. What a delightful surprise. His hair is longer and stragglier, and oh joy—is that a tattoo of a Chinese character on his neck? I’m pretty sure it’s Chinese for “tool.”
She looks atme.
What thefuck?
“I didn’t tell him to come here,” shesays.
I believeher.
“Yo, O! I was just leaving the bar. Come on, let’s go backinside.”
“Uh, actually, we were just going up to ourroom.”
He doesn’t even look at me, he just stares at her tits and holds his arms out for a hug as he prances over to her, drunk eye-fucking her, not using protection, not caring if she comes or not. Fucking prick. Okay, he isn’t prancing, but he is definitely light on his toes and he is absolutely eye-fucking mygirl.
“It’s good to see you,” he says as he grabs her and pulls her in. “I’ve been thinking about you allday.”
I let go of her hand to give her a minute to deal with him, and also to keep my punching hand free, just incase.
“Julian, I’d like you to meet John,” she says. He doesn’t release her. His hands move down to her ass. “Hey!” She pushes himaway.
“Oh what, did I not squeeze hardenough?”
I start to move in closer tothem.
“You need to go home,Julian.”
“You need to respond to my texts when I text you. Don’t you think?” He isbelligerent.
I step up between them and get in his face. “I don’t think Olivia needs to do anything she doesn’t want todo.”
The limo driver steps out of the car and asks if I needhelp.
“Let’s just go in, John,” Oliviamutters.
I stay in Julian’s face while holding up a hand to let her and the driver know that I’m good here. I am only a couple of inches taller than he is, but I stare him downhard.
“Who the fuck areyou?”
I position my feet and hips in the best Bruce Lee stance I can manage and raise my hand up one inch from his pretentious face, keeping my wrist straight. “I’m the nerd who’s going to calmly explain exactly what’s going to happen to the bridge of your nose if and when my fist hits it. Youready?”
