Previously: I just fucked the guy next door. I think he's hot, but I also think I'm getting feelings.
I wonder what he will think when he finds out what I'm really into... and how many people have fallen for me just the way that he is now.
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I walk back in the room and slide back into bed. Ryan looks so cute sleeping on his stomach with his dark hair a mess. I run my fingers through his hair and down his back. After a couple minutes, he finally wakes up and smiles at me.
"We fucked without a condom and I was too drunk and excited to even think about it..."
Well those are not the first words I like to hear after a fun night. "Good morning to you too. I have an IUD, so I definitely won't get pregnant. I get tested every few months just in case."
He lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god. Caroline is the only person I've slept with in months and she refuses to let me fuck without a condom. I was just so ready to fuck you. I didn't even think about it."
"It's fine. I hate condoms. I don't plan on ever using one with you... but I do need to tell you something first."
His face looks a little worried. Before he can speak, I continue, "It's not bad. I don't think, at least. Maybe we can go get some breakfast and talk?"
"I would love that. Let me go brush my teeth and change. I'll be back in a few."
He throws on his clothes and goes over to his place. I get changed and go sit on the couch next to Jess, who already is drinking coffee and watching E! News.
"Jess. We fucked. And it was amazing!"
"So I heard... through the wall last night."
"Oh yeah, sorry about that... maybe I should have gotten a two bedroom so you could stay here in your own bed." Jess is the kind of person who floats through life and good things happen to her. Partly because her parents have old properties that make them millions, so she doesn't have to worry about money. But she's just outgoing and much more social than I am. But we understand each other and have no secrets.
"Actually, I already told my parents that I love this place and they're talking to the leasing manager to find me one in this building. Hopefully right above you so we can be neighbors and I can look out over the pool too!" She is also not afraid to use her parents' money. It used to bother me, but now that I'm used to it and know her better, I know she just wants to enjoy life and if using her parents' money is the solution, she will use it.
"That is awesome!!!! Although I'm not sure I want to help you carry boxes up to the third floor... I struggled just getting to the second floor."
"Ali, please. I'll hire people to do that. And if they're hot, I'll tip them with sexual pleasures."
"Oh God, Jess don't say it like that. Now it's just creepy!"
We laugh for a moment and my face goes serious. "What is it?"
I take a deep breath before saying, "I'm going to tell Ryan." Her eyes open real wide and her eyebrows shoot up. Oh no.
"WHAT?! You've known him for a total of 50 hours. So he gave you some orgasms, but that doesn't mean he needs to know everything!"
I knew this would be her reaction. "I know, I know. But I kinda like him. And his dick. And I'm kind of in a commitment, ya know. I can't just drop everything and be his."
Jess's pouted lips and wondering eyes show me that she's trying to think of something. "How about you just wait. What if he goes and tells everyone?"
"Well then I will go back to living my life and act like the boys across the hall know nothing."
She knows that I'm going to win this. "Okay fine. But if this backfires... I told you so."
"I get it. We're going to breakfast and I'll tell him there."
Now her eyebrows are even higher... how does that not hurt? "You're telling him in public?!"
I get up and grab my stuff, leaving her shocked on the couch. "Oh by the way, this sparkly blue key up here is your copy! Love ya!" and with that I leave.
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Ryan and I go to a cute little diner that my dad takes me to when he visits. If my dad knew about my hobbies, he would freak out.
We order and he's looking at me with those perfect eyes. This isn't normal for me. I don't go on cute little dates and hope the boy likes me.
"So. I have some explaining to do." Now his face looks a little worried as he sips his water. I continue on, "I don't really have relationships. Not assuming this will be a serious relationship... but the last one I had was a couple years ago. The guy, Max, was horrible. He was with me for my dad's football tickets. My gymnastics coach never let the team have fun, so the only time I ever saw him was when my dad was taking us for an appearance or game. I finally broke up with him. Then I quit the gymnastics team and my life became interesting..."
I explained my dad's job and how he's basically rich for analyzing football and making money for the team. I try not to live off of my parents' money, so I have a job, just not a normal job.
Here comes his first question, "So how did your life become interesting?"
"Well, I started going out. I was taking 2 summer classes and if I wasn't in class or studying, I was drinking and partying. I met one of my dad's coworkers, Joey, at a fancy rich people party. He was a NFL player and had more money than one person needs. So we became friends and then fuck buddies. He introduced me to a world I didn't know existed."
Ryan is so interested in my story. He's nodding along and asking clarifying questions to keep things straight. I don't feel too shitty about myself yet.
"So one night he takes me to dinner and takes me shopping. He buys me this tiny lingerie set and a sexy dress. He told me we're going to a lingerie party and wants me to wear them. Of course I go with him and when we get there, I realize that it's way more than just that.
We walk in and grab champagne. My heels clicked on the marble as we mingled with the other guests and drank more. After a few more glasses, he asks me to be open-minded about something. I was a little tipsy and so turned on, so I went with it. We go upstairs and he unlocks a door to a dimly-lit room with a massive bed."
The waiter serves our food and I'm not sure I should continue with this story...
Ryan interrupts my doubtful thoughts, "So... continue this story please."
Okay fine. I continue on, "He lays me face-down on the bed, ties up my wrists and ankles, and is fucking me. The room got darker and he was spanking me and pulling my hair. I don't think I stopped cumming the whole time. Then I hear people talking and realize they're in the room. They're leaving money and asking who is allowed next."
Ryan's face is covered in disbelief, but I'm this far in so I might as well keep going.
"He explains to me that I can have whatever I want. These people pay to use me and watch me. I was tipsy and so turned on that I let them do as they wanted to me. And then I made a career out of it. But that's a long story. So now, here we are... do you still want to go home and fuck me?" I say the last sentence with a sassy smile, hoping he thinks it's cute enough to ignore all the fucked up debauchery I just let out.
The questions come pouring in. "So your dad doesn't know about you and this guy? Or your job thing?"
