All In My Head Ch. 05byxleglover©
But we didn't get to talk that night. Jen had to work late on Kelloggs. She was still putting that campaign together. I knew she'd be with Scott, but he was just one person on her team, so I felt okay, especially with how great the weekend had went.
She kissed me when she got home but she was beat. We immediately went to bed.
Then it was my turn to get busy at work. I'd been working on a new financial investment vehicle. My team called my idea Sapphire, because if it worked it would make a lot of sparkling green money.
The simulations on Sapphire looked really promising, and my bosses were really interested in it, even the managing partner old man Jacob. Just after lunch Jacob himself stepped into my office. He told me he wanted me to put together a presentation on Sapphire for all the partners. This was a really big deal. I'd probably advanced faster than most, but no one at my level got to make presentations like this at partner meetings.
I organized my team and we hunkered down to polish Sapphire and work on the presentation. We worked round the clock, and I hardly saw Jen other than a kiss hello at night and a kiss goodbye in the morning. I didn't even get a chance to tell her about Sapphire and how big this was, because she was busy too.
By late Friday afternoon the presentation was about done. I'd have to tweak it over the weekend but I felt ready for the partner meeting.
About that time Jen called. "Hey baby, are you up for happy hour?"
I didn't want to. I'd barely seen her all week and wanted to spend an evening alone with her. But I still remembered karaoke night. I wanted to be more fun-loving and less stick-in-the-mud. I told her I had to clear some things up (I'd ignored all my other projects getting ready for the partner meeting), but I'd be there by 7.
I got to the bar a little after 7. Of course, everyone was rowdy by then, on their 2nd or 3rd drink. "Hey bubble boy," Allie said to me. She was clearly buzzed.
"Where's Jen?" I asked.
"Over there with Scott, where else?" she said, a big grin and delighted sparkle in her eye. Yeah Jen, Allie really likes me I thought to myself.
Jen was with a group of people. Scott was there and he was the center of attention. I had to admit he was charismatic and charming, and he knew how to tell good stories.
He told a story and everyone laughed. Jen laughed and hit him playfully on the arm. She smiled beaming at him. Yes, they were in a group of people, but you'd have to be blind to not pick up there was something going on between them. My mood clouded.
"Hey baby," Jen said to me when I joined their group, and we kissed briefly. She was tipsy but not drunk like many of her co-workers (like Allie). The server came around and I ordered a scotch.
"How's your project going?" Jen asked. She turned to everyone and said "Mike's got an idea for a new way for investing in stocks." She squeezed my hand and added "He's so smart."
Everyone looked at me and for a moment I had everyone's attention. Unlike Scott, I don't like attention, I guess I'm reserved (others might say shy). I explained how my idea was a new way of looking at historical numbers and other information to predict future performance, and how it was possible to use that information to invest with a lot more accuracy in a lot of things like stocks and exchange traded funds (ETFs).
I kept it short because it's really technical and I saw their eyes glazing over (I couldn't blame them, only geeks like me find this stuff interesting). When I finished Scott said, "So it's like ETFs on steroids."
"Well -- that's not really right ..." I said.
"Bro, you need a snappy message that pops!" he insisted. Others were nodding their heads.
Jen was nodding too. "Maybe you should use Scott's tag line in your presentation honey," she said. "Scott you wouldn't mind, right?"
"No problem," Scott said. "Hey bro, we can talk and I'll give you more ideas."
A little later Jen pulled me aside. "See Scott's really nice."
"Sure," I said keeping my face and voice neutral.
She read through me. "I know you hate when I say that. He's really brilliant though. He might be able to help you."
"Okay. I'll think about it," I said. But I was thinking "over my dead body." It wasn't just because I couldn't stand Scott. Snappy lines like "ETF on steroids" might work in a 5 second TV commercial, but at the partner meeting it would make me look like an unprepared idiot.
"Maybe if you talked you might even become friends," she added.
"Yeah," I said. "You never know."
She tentatively smiled at me. "Have you thought about what we talked about the other night?" she asked.
"Yeah, a lot," I said. "I mean, which part?"
"You know," she said. "About me seeing Scott again."
I thought about how great our weekend had been, and how I was more open to her seeing him again. I'd wanted to talk to her about it but we hadn't had a chance. I wished we were at home talking about it instead of this crowded bar.
"I guess I'm okay with it," I said.
"Really?" she said clearly pleased. "Would it be okay if I went with him tonight?"
I felt like I'd been hit with a bag of bricks. "I guess I was thinking we'd spend tonight together," I said. "It's been a busy week ..."
"Yeah ..." she said. "But if I went with him tonight we'd still have the whole weekend, like last week."
That was true. Maybe it was better to just get it over with, like eating your vegetables first. "I guess that makes sense," I said although I felt crest fallen and disappointed.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Do you want to leave now? He can meet us at home." I wanted to take separate cabs. That way I could at least have a few minutes of alone time with her.
"Um well ... we were thinking about his place tonight," she said.
Her words "we were thinking" ran through my head. So they'd been talking about this. And now they were "we."
She squeezed my hand. "I thought it might be easier for you if it wasn't at our place."
"Yeah," I said dumbly, feeling the numbness grow inside me. I remembered how it'd gone with Ricky. An evening with him had stretched into all night and sometimes the next day too.
She read my thoughts. "I'll be home before morning," she promised.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I said. Then my drink arrived. "Do you want to leave now?"
"There's no rush," she said taking my arm. "Tell me about your new project."
We talked but my heart wasn't into it. Jen and I took a cab to his place. I obviously wanted to know where he lived, since she was going to be there. We held hands in the cab, and that felt good.
"Did you guys plan this hookup all week?" I asked. I laughed to make it sound like a joke.
"No baby we just talked about it in the bar tonight," she said.
"Okay, no biggie," I said.
The taxi arrived at his building. Scott was already there waiting by the door to the lobby.
"Are you sure this is alright?" she asked me.
She kissed me. "I'll be home in a few hours okay?" Then she opened the door and was gone.
At home I tried to do some work, but I couldn't concentrate. I opened the picture of them at the wedding. I thought about what they were doing at that very moment. Despite my angst, I was hard. I took out my cock and masturbated while looking at the picture, imagining Scott's cock in Jen's mouth. I came thinking of Scott riding Jen bareback and shooting his seed into her unprotected pussy. After I came I told myself that Jen wouldn't do that, she was making him use a condom.
The phone woke me up. It was 2am and I thought it must be Jen. But it was Eric, my boss.
"Mike, sorry to call but this is good news," Eric said. "I showed old man Jacob your presentation and he likes it even more now than before. You know how you told me Sapphire can work all over the world? Jacob wants you to work that angle with the number crunchers in Cali. He wants you there tomorrow so you can work the international angle into your presentation."
After hanging up the phone it took me a moment to process all this. Sapphire was getting really big. The "number crunchers" were brainiacs who did a lot of the really high level forward thinking for the firm. They were all senior partners and included a few Nobel laureates. Most people my level had never even met any of them. Now not only was I going to meet them, I'd be working with them. It was an amazing opportunity.
I called my team to tell them the news. We agreed to meet at the airport for the 7am flight.
Then I called Jen. When she answered the phone she was out of breath. I guessed they'd been in the middle of fucking.
I gave her a quick run-down and told her I had to leave soon for the airport. I was afraid she'd ask if she could stay over with him. But instead she said, "Okay, we're almost done, I'll be home right after okay?"
Her words "we're almost done" rang through my head. I'd interrupted their fucking, and before she could come home she needed to finish him, make him cum. But the thought got me hot instead of upset. Somehow the success of Sapphire was helping me deal with the angst and jealousy. Those feelings were still there, but in the background now, overwhelmed by my excitement.
Jen got home about an hour later. She looked freshly fucked. She giggled when I literally dragged her to our bedroom.
"Someone's horny" she giggled feeling my erection. I had on only my shorts.
She smiled expectantly. I studied her. Her blonde hair was tussled sexily around her pretty face. Her dress was wrinkled and not on quite right -- she must have rushed to get dressed.
I took her leg and ran my fingertips along her calf, loving the feel of her nylons. "Tell me why Scott turns you on so much," I said.
"We're playing the game?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. I asked "Did you fall for him the moment you saw him at the wedding?"
"I wouldn't say I've fallen for him," she giggled.
"But you're really into him."
"I guess so."
"You are," I pressed.
"Okay," she said.
I put Jen's foot against my chest and she lightly pressed against me, the pointy toe and stiletto of her high heel digging into me. She knew I loved that.
"Did he fuck you good tonight?"
"Does he fuck you as good as Ricky?"
"Yeah. Better even."
"I'm not sure," she said. "He just makes me feel good. Maybe because it's new."
I paused processing that. Then I asked "How many times did you cum?"
"On his cock?"
"Two times that way. Once he went down on me."
"How many times did he cum?"
"He would have cum again if I'd stayed longer."
"He didn't want you to go?"
She shook her head. "No. He wanted me to stay over." When I didn't say anything, she added "I wouldn't do that Mike."
I moved up between her legs and pushed her skirt up around her waist. "Where's your panties?" I asked.
"Um ... I guess at this place," she said with a giggle.
I opened her legs and she let me. I looked at her pussy. She has the prettiest pussy. Thin tight lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. She'd clearly been fucked though. The lips were swollen and gaped apart slightly.
"Are you sore?" I asked tenderly running my finger between her pussy lips.
"A little," she answered.
I probed her pussy a little, looking for any sign of sperm. She read my mind. "I always make him use a condom," she said.
"That's good," I said. I grinned at her. "I bet he hates it."
She smiled and nodded. "He always promises he'd pull out."
"I bet you've been tempted to let him fuck you without one."
"Not an option," she said.
"But you've been tempted right?"
She gave me a look. "It sounds like you want that."
"Just in my fantasy," I told her truthfully. "I bet when you fantasize about him he's fucking you bareback."
"He cums inside you too, huh?"
"You mean in the condom?"
"No, your fantasy."
"Oh. I guess. When I fantasize about him I don't make him pull out so I guess he cums inside me." She gave me another look. "Does that turn you on?"
"Why?" she asked.
I didn't answer. I ran my fingertips along her tummy. Her firm flat tummy.
"Because he might get me pregnant?" she asked. When I didn't say anything again she reached into my shorts and stroked my cock.
"In your deepest darkest fantasy, does Scott get me pregnant?" she asked. I didn't say anything, but she felt my cock pulse.
"I'm gonna cum," I told her.
"Come here," she said pulling me to her. She reached between us and guided me into her.
"I won't last long," I said.
"That's okay I just want to feel you." After just a few strokes I came inside her.
We lay in bed arms around each other. "I need to get ready to go," I said.
"I know," she said rubbing my chest.
I showered and got dressed. She was awake in bed waiting for me. I kissed her.
"You know, I guess if you want to see him this weekend I'd be okay with that."
"Yeah. Would you like that?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Okay." I paused. "But don't stay over, okay?"
"I wouldn't," she said kissing me.
A longer pause. "You know what we just talked about?" I said. "That's just a fantasy, not real."
"I know baby," she said kissing me again. "Just playing the game, right?"
"Yeah, just the game."
I should have slept on the plane. Or worked on Sapphire. But I couldn't get Jen out of my mind.
Maybe I was stupid for telling her she could see him again. But it was clear she was infatuated with him. She'd get over him eventually, just as she had with Ricky. In a perverse way I thought the infatuation would end sooner if they fucked more now.
When we arrived at SFO there were limos waiting for us. I'd never ever been picked up by a limo. Wow, the boss people WERE really interested in my project.
I'd brought with me my team on this project: Steve, Brian and Elaine. Elaine at 22 was fresh out of school. Steve was my age (28) and Brian was older, I think 35 or so. Steve and Elaine were still single. Brian was married with a couple of kids, and I think his wife was pregnant with their third.
Everyone was excited. Meeting the number crunchers was a big deal, and probably everybody in our Wall Street office would be talking about it. On the limo over I said to Brian, "Do me a favor and double check your numbers on the alpha progression, okay? Something seems off about it."
"You got it Mike," Brian assured me.
The meetings went all day Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday we took a break and I called Jen. It was about 6pm NY time. She wasn't at home so I called her cell. "Hey baby, what are you up to?" I asked.
"Doing some work on the Kelloggs campaign," she said.
"Oh. You're in the office?"
"No, Scott's. We've been hanging out at his place working on his part of the campaign."
Her words hit me like a physical blow. "You've been with him all day?" I asked.
"Not all day," she said quickly. When I didn't say anything, she added "I thought you said I could see him."
I'd meant she could hook up with him, to fuck. I hadn't meant hang out with him all day, like a date. But I didn't say that. I didn't want her to see me as weak and insecure. After all, I HAD said I was okay with it.
I guess I must have been thinking too long, because she said "Are you okay Mike?"
"Yes, everything's good," I assured her. "The meetings are going great." Then I asked, "Will you be at his place much longer?"
"Um ... I'll probably be here a little while longer. Is that okay?"
"Yeah that's fine," I assured her. "Call me when you get home, okay? I just want to make sure you get home okay."
"Absolutely," she said.
We worked late into the evening with the number crunchers. I was distracted waiting for Jen to call. She wanted to spend a little more time at his place, she'd said. One more fuck? More hand holding and sweet whispers and snuggling?
Had she spent all day with him? She might have gone right back to him after I left for the airport. An all-day date. Fucking and loving each other all day long. Sure, they'd done some work. But even working they'd be playing and laughing, rubbing her shoulder against his when he said something witty, playfully punching his arm when he made her laugh.
It got to 9pm pacific, midnight her time, and she still hadn't called. Finally my cell rang at 930 -- 1230 her time. "Just wanted to call and tell you I'm home," she said sounding tired.
"You're okay?" I said.
"Yeah, just a little bushed."
"You spent a lot of time with Scott today," I said.
"No, not really," she said. "A little after I talked to you I met up with Allie, we got a drink and then went to a movie."
I let her go soon after that, she sounded really tired. Our short conversation hadn't made me feel much better. I could imagine what Allie talked to Jen about.
"So Scott's better than Ricky?" Allie would ask.
"So much better! God Allie Scott's freaking amazing!"
"I'm surprised you're still not with him fucking his brains out."
"I wanted to but I slipped and told Mike I'd been at Scott's all day."
"That was dumb," Allie would say.
"I know, a real blonde moment," Jen would laugh. "But I had to leave then because I didn't want Mike to get more upset."
"God what's wrong with him? Why's he got to be such a difficult cuckold?"
"Stop," Jen would laugh.
"You know what I mean," Allie would say with a knowing look.
"Yeah ..." Jen would agree. "I wish I could spend more time with Scott, I feel a real connection."
"So just do it," Allie encouraged her.
"Allie, I don't want to upset Mike."
"Why Jen? Don't you think it's time to stop kidding yourself about Mike?"
"Allie ... I've known him since college ..."
Suddenly my reverie was broken by a tap on my shoulder. It was Elaine. "Mike, what do you think?" she said.
Everyone was looking at me. "Sorry, I was thinking about something," I said. "What was the question?"
Samuel, one of the brainiacs, had a big smile on his face. He said "Mike, we've very impressed with Sapphire, the models all look good." He looked at the other brainiacs. They all wore big smiles. "I think you're going to make us a lot of money." All the partners shared a laugh.
"We want you to present Sapphire to the partners in our Chicago office," he said. "We know you're presenting to the full partnership later this week, but as you know the Chicago partners are very influential."
I did know that. In fact, next to old man Jacob and the London office, the Chicago partners were the most powerful in our company. I knew Sapphire was a good idea, but this was getting bigger and bigger.
"Tomorrow we'll continue to work with your three colleagues here," Samuel continued, motioning to Elaine, Steve and Brian. "Tomorrow morning you fly to Chicago and brief the partners there. How does that sound?"
"That sounds excellent sir," I said. "I'll check the flights to Chicago right now."
"No need," Samuel chuckled. "The firm's private jet will be waiting for you at the airport."
"Oh ... yes sir, that's excellent," I stuttered out. Holy fuck -- only the most powerful partners ever get to ride in the firm's private plane.
Our meeting broke up. Me and my team went to the hotel bar for a celebratory drink. "I cannot believe I'm gonna fly in the private plane!" I said to my team, still feeling awestruck. "I still can't believe we just spent the day working with the number crunchers!"
"Mike, man, Sapphire is your baby and it's fucking amazing!" Brian said. Steve and Elaine both agreed, big smiles on their faces.
"Brian's right, you don't realize how incredible Sapphire is, you're amazing!" Elaine gushed, giving my arm a squeeze.
I think I blushed, which was embarrassing, which of course made me blush more. I wasn't used to such praise. I knew my team liked and respected me, but this was over the top praise. Also, Elaine was a very pretty girl, and it's always great when a girl that pretty gives you a compliment.