To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,46
home from college for the summer. “Her best friend’s daughter had just graduated from high school and wanted some advice on what to expect when she started college in the fall. She was eighteen and had never left home before and was supposedly nervous about moving into a dorm. That’s what my mom said.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Nothing bad about that.”
“Well, the real advice she wanted was how she could get her MRS degree.”
“Her what? Do you mean her BS?”
“No, her MRS.” He shook his head. “She wasn’t going to college to get a degree, she was going to get a husband.”
“Oh, wow.”
“So I taught her some things to do in order to get the attention of men.” He smiled wickedly.
“Oh?” I groaned. “Do I really want to know?”
“I don’t know, do you want to know?”
“I don’t, but I do.” I took another sip of my drink. “Tell me.”
“I proceeded to teach her how to give a blow job anywhere the man wanted.” He laughed. “And I mean anywhere.”
“What do you mean?”
“I had her meet me at the country club where she proceeded to give me blow jobs on the golf course, under the table at dinner in restaurants, once at the side of a pool.” He shrugged. “The usual places.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Perhaps.”
“So that’s it?”
“Oh no, far from it.” He shook his head. “You sure you want to hear more?”
“I’m sure.”
“It’s gross.”
“Tell me, Tate.” I wanted to know, but I couldn’t stop the surges of jealousy that flowed through me as he told me stories about him and another girl.
“Fine, you asked for it.” He grinned. “She was a good Christian girl, so she was saving herself for marriage.”
“But you just said she was giving you blowjobs,” I interrupted him.
“Yeah, but no actual intercourse. My cock wasn’t in her pussy. My cock was in her mouth. And later … other places.”
“Oh, no … do I want to hear this?” I took a nervous gulp of my vodka Sprite.
“I don’t know, do you?” He sipped his drink and looked at me as if he was daring me to say I did. His lips glistened from the moisture of his drink and I leaned forward and licked the drops of alcohol that remained. His breath caught and he tried to kiss me, but I pulled back. “Hey, no fair,” he grunted as he pulled me towards him. “I thought you said no more kissing or sex.”
“I just wanted a taste of your drink. Finish your story.”
“Fine.” His hand slid to my ass and he growled. “So she said no sex, but she was open to anal. Turns out she’d done it with some football player back in high school.”
“O-o-okay.” I nodded, my heart pounding as he ran his fingers back and forth over my ass. “And so what else happened?”
“So we had anal a couple of times over the summer.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t too bothered. It’s not my favorite. Plus I was seeing a couple of other girls.”
“Of course you were.”
“Well, one weekend, her parents were having a summer party.” He grinned. “I told her not to wear any panties.” He laughed. “She decided to wear a white dress.”
“Okay, and …?”
“So we went into the backyard to help her dad with the grill. I decided to get a quickie in, and it went wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“I had her get on the ground, I guess I didn’t have enough lube, her dad came out while I was pounding her ass.” He shrugged. “I pulled out, she ended up shitting, and it got all over her dress. Her white dress.” He grinned. “Let me tell you that she didn’t look very virginal in her shitty white dress.”
“Tate!” I was shocked by the story. “No way!”
“Yeah, her dad grabbed his gun and told me and my mom to leave. My mom was so embarrassed.” He laughed. “She didn’t try to hook me up with anyone for two years after that.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Don’t you mean, ’Oh, shit’?” He winked at me.
I just shook my head at him. “That’s disgusting, Tate.”
“Yeah, it was.” He shrugged. “Hey, it wasn’t my fault. I was young and just trying to get it in. I’m smarter now. Now I know to always use plenty of lube whenever I’m doing anal.”
“Too much information.” I didn’t want to think about Tate being sexual with anyone else.
“Don’t you use lube when doing anal?” He squeezed my ass again.
“I’ve, uh, never done anal.” I blushed, thankful the club was poorly lit.