Ryan, a geeky technology apprentice student, is determined to lose his virginity. Shy by nature, his lack of experience with women has left him unfamiliar with ideas other than vanilla sex. In his search for his ideal girl, he seeks out those he deems normal, only to be faced with and turned off by their sexual kinks. After failed attempts with two classic beauties, Ryan takes a chance on the oddball, discovering that normal is relative, and that he and his ideal girl are anything but vanilla.
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Ryan looks up, suddenly startled, to see one of the employees eyeing him over. She’s blonde, slender, and he finds her ridiculously pretty, even in her green, flour-powdered bakery smock, which she wears with a cheeky confidence. Grinning wickedly, she squirts a load of jelly into the center of a sugarcoated doughnut and hands it to him.
Ryan clears his throat. “Yeah, thanks,” he says, as he takes the proffered treat.
He can’t take his eyes off the way her smock draws tight around her delicate waist. He’s forced to as she boldly walks her fingers over his hand holding the doughnut and up his wrist, where she stops and grips him firmly like a mother grasping a small child. His eyes widen as she brings the tip of the jelly syringe to her mouth with her other hand and pulls the trigger, sucking and licking at the tip. Ryan’s stomach falls to the floor, mimicking his chin.
“I just love jelly,” she whispers.
Bending over, she pulls his wrist upward toward her mouth, allowing her to take a bite out of his doughnut. She licks her lips as she pulls back and releases him, wiping all traces of loose sugar from her face. Turning and retreating toward the back, she winks and disappears behind a swinging door.
Ryan exhales loudly and adjusts his glasses with a shaky hand as he gazes at the huge bite missing from his doughnut. A glob of red goo, smelling unmistakably of strawberry, begins to ooze down the edge. It’s a slow movement that contrasts starkly with the rapid beating of his heart.
Women rarely speak to him, if at all. Shy by nature, he prefers to sit on the sidelines, observe, and be part of the background that hums and exists in the air of the busy world. Slim and lanky, he knows he fits the nerd stereotype, accentuated by his thick prescription glasses, short professional haircut, and the company lab coat with their well-known logo embroidered over the pocket. Even the pocket protector is his enemy. He knows it sends a lot of women running for the hills when they see it, but it’s part of his uniform. Heaven forbid he should suffer ink stains on the company attire. It would make him look sloppy.
He prefers to be the well-groomed nerd rather than a bad-boy grease monkey anyway, having come to terms with who and what he’d become in life after endless years of teasing through most of his adolescence. His timid personality has left him still a virgin at twenty-two. Average looking with above average intelligence, he’s always known success was in the works for him, if not a lot of hip action. He could deal with that.
But that girl.
Ryan taps his pen against the clipboard in front of him and takes a bite of his doughnut, wondering what possessed her to tease him. Maybe she gets off teasing men. Yeah. That’s it. Play a joke on the geeky guy applying at the bakery and see if you can make him squirt.
Ryan looks down and shakes his head. Too bad she took off so fast. Surely she’d have gotten her jollies seeing the big boner she’d made inside his tight, black, company dress pants.
“Tasting the goods?” the owner asks, pointing at Ryan as he approaches from across the room. He’s a large man. Round-faced and balding, his charming dimple indents deeply when he smiles, and his jolly, rotund belly shakes as he laughs.
Ryan feels his mouth tighten to a thin line, hoping the owner won’t study him too quickly and see the tent in his pants. He quickly adjusts his legs, and shuffles his backside a bit deeper into his chair, willing his hard-on to shrink. Mind over matter; that was his motto.
“I’m just teasing you, kid,” the owner guffaws. “Always good to know what your product is.” He takes a seat next to Ryan and looks over the application. Humming and nodding, he scratches at his five o'clock shadow with his old, wrinkled hands, and then looks Ryan square in the face. “Good. All in order. You’re hired.”
About the Author
Angora Shade is an American author living in what she lovingly refers to as "Sheep Shit Nowhere" Europe. In an attempt to add some spice to her small town life, Ms. Shade began writing explicit erotica and romance as a form of self-entertainment. Exploring the boundaries of acceptable sexual literature, she often seeks to create stories that not only entertain others, but also expose and push against the negative stigma surrounding sex in modern day society. She believes that sex in literature, art, personal thought, and physical nature, should be celebrated and expressed openly and as easily as any God-given freedom. Her favorite themes in writing include revenge, self-discovery, alternative materials for love play/BDSM, as well as anything that produces a good tingle, sizzle, or laugh. When not writing, Ms Shade enjoys red wine, travel, dancing, classic cartoons, baking, and creating fine art.