Note: This story is mostly intended for the enjoyment of women, although as I man a certainly enjoyed writing and reading it.
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The company RedSox outing turns boring towards the end of the game. It's hot and most everyone is drunk and hung up on their own conversations. And to you watching baseball is like waiting for paint to dry. So you decide to hold a table if possible and meet the gang in the bar after the game.
The main room isn't crowded and you see plenty of available tables. So you head to the bar to get a Corona rather than waiting for a server. You're pretty thirsty not feeling like dishing out $7 for a beer in the park. Someone comes up behind you to order, when you turn to look the face shocks you. It's the kid with the beautiful body you saw running near Boston College. Now that you're close to him you see he's got the full package. A beautiful face as well. You flush and mumble "hi", caught staring at him. But you just can't stop yourself. Damn, you think.
"Do I know you?" He asks, reading your look.
"No, I don't think so." you reply hesitantly, sheepishly, looking back at him.
"Sorry. The look you're giving me is like you know me. And you kinda look familiar too."
He carries himself with the self assurance of a good looking guy, but without arrogance. You shrug, turn back to the bar to wait for your drink. Stupid! You think to yourself. Where's your flirt? The guy obviously took interest, so why not talk to him? He's beautiful.
"Actually." You start, turning once again to face him, "I do kinda know you in a weird way, and it sounds creepy, but it really isn't."
"Nice! It has to be a good story when a girl qualifies how she knows me by saying it isn't as creepy as it sounds."
You smile, blush again, "I recognize you from driving past you running at BC; on the road that cuts by the dorms leading to Comm Ave."
"Ahh... right, that is kinda creepy - You keep checking me out while I'm running?"
"No! Of course not! That's not what I meant, I only saw you once. I noticed you because you're in great shape, which you obviously must know, but I wasn't following you or anything. I teach a fitness class and it's just one of those things that I notice about people. That's the group I'm out with today, the class instructors."
'Ahhh, well, that's ok then. I guess that's not creepy at all." He says it with a fake drawl rolling his eyes and smiling. "Psycho!" He mumbles under his breath.
"Hey!" You exclaim, smacking him and laughing. "That's not nice."
"Ooh, into abuse as well?"
"Ok.. Ok.. I'm Rebecca." You say changing the subject and extending your hand.
"Ryan." He says, taking your hand and quickly lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "Pleasure's all mine."
He drops your hand flashing an impish grin in apology for the kiss and making fun of you. Both of you laugh. Ryan's an easy going guy and you fall into conversation quickly and walk to a table with your beers. Ryan follows an explanation of your 'real' job by telling you that he spent the summer interning at Arnold Worldwide. You exclaim that it was your first job out of college and the conversation moves right along through several quick rounds of beer. Ryan drinks fast but you are able to keep up with him at least in the short term.
"I was going to meet some friends here after the game, but don't feel like it anymore." He cuts in to the conversation. "Want to get out of here?"
You hesitate a second before thinking, why not? This kid is beautiful! What am I going to do, get more drunk with the other trainers and cab it home to to crash? Anyway, you're feeling pretty buzzed and turned on talking to Ryan and don't really want your brief conversation to be it.
"Ok." You say, wondering what leaving the bar exactly means. It's been a long time since college you think.
You look a bit hesitant and Ryan sees it, so he comes around the table, takes your hand, and pulls you through the crowd. It's lucky the game tied in the 9th, otherwise the place would be mobbed and you might get caught by someone you know on your way out the door.
Outside Ryan leads you down the steps and across the street, beating out competition to get a cab coming over the bridge. He ducks his head inside asking, "BC?" And then holds the door open so you can get in ahead of him when the cabbie nods.
Again you hesitate, but just looking at Ryan you feel your stomach tighten. You feel your heart pounding in your chest. Nervously ducking inside the cab, you stay in the middle as he slides in next to you. He feels good tucked up against your side. Ryan tries to scoot in an inch before closing the door but you don't budge. You like the sensation of his leg up against yours. This is all the invitation Ryan needs and he puts his hand on your knee, smiling at you. You're not sure about that kind of contact, but at the same time what can you do if you want to be close to him? You can't remember flirting with such an attractive guy, especially in the current situation, heading back somewhere. You know what it used to mean, but that was a long time ago.
The cab makes its way slowly through a U-Turn and starts the trip back across the bridge to Kenmore and then down Beacon to BC. Conversation starts when Ryan slides his hand up the inside of your knee and begins rubbing your leg.
"I'm glad you decided to join me." He says, looking at you.
"Yeah, well, you were the only thing keeping me at the Cask."
You look over and Ryan suddenly leans in and kisses you. It takes you by surprise and more than anything you've done so far puts butterflies in your stomach. You brace your hand on his chest but then feel his lips soft on yours. His tongue hesitantly trying to engage yours. Ryan takes you chin in his hand and gently tries to turn your head towards his. Ryan's hand feels good. His fingers are long and they lightly touch your throat. You start to react with a kiss of your own. He backs off a little and sucks your bottom lip. The sensation makes you close your eyes, release your shoulders, and relax your mind. Second pass slowly and your body turns to him.
You initiate the kiss now. As the cab inches across Kenmore Ryan slides his hand from your face to your neck, shoulder, stopping at your breast. This doesn't catch you off guard. Ryan's touch, massaging you through the tube top, causes goose flesh. You nipples rise up under your shirt and Ryan feels them. Taking his time he rubs from you nipple down to the skin just under your breast and then back up over the peak and your nipple again.
After a minute Ryan slowly moves his hand down from your chest to your belly. As he rubs the skin your tube top doesn't cover it jumps. He feels it and rubs his fingers across the same place again, only slower this time to accentuate the effect. You enjoy the shivers it causes and grab his inner thigh. It feels warm. It feels strong. Ryan's hand wanders just above the button of your shorts and he tugs at the waist with his fingers, pulling them down a little to tease you. Hinting where he wants to go.
The suggestion releases another shot of adrenaline. It prompts you to slide your grip closer to his groin, searching for what you expect to find there. Ryan spreads his legs letting you rub higher, anticipation evident in the slight shaking you feel.
Ryan slides his fingers across the skin just inside the button of your shorts. The sensation makes you catch your breath and you have to swallow to recover. A hot feeling floods down low in your belly. A need for sex that makes you shiver.
"My stomach is really sensitive." You say, pulling back from the kiss, needing a break.