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One of the nice things about being a nerd is you usually don’t give a shit what others think of you. You have heard it all from them and your skin has gotten fairly thick. I knew mine was. Oh, I’m David Lesore, yeah, a French grandparent or great or something. Anyway, so the name did not help, Sore Ass, Sore Shit, French Fuck, yeah, I’ve been called it all. After a while you just ignore it, or you go mad. And I’m not planning on going insane any time soon.
So, anyway, there I am minding my own nerdy business, looking at a game on my phone, while taking a break from entering in data at the company I work at, and this vision walks up to my desk. I mean total OMG fucking vision. She was at least five feet four, C, drooling saying this, maybe D cup, athletic build with strawberry blonde hair that looked natural, not out of a bottle. About 25 or so, a couple of years younger than me. And I was her target, my desk, me, she wanted to talk to me.
“Sir, can you help me with this issue I am having on my computer. I understand you do that sort of thing” came from the visions mouth. Of course, I barely was registering, since I was falling out of my chair as I was trying to stand up. Upon standing I realize that she was affecting me slightly, Mr. Wood was trying to make himself noticed, so I kind of had to hunch to hide his appearance, which made it look like I was about to hurl, leaning over, mouth open, drool coming from my lips, dazed look in my eyes. Yea, definite hurl look.
The vision quickly backed up a step to clear a path of the impending hurl she saw coming and squeaked out “Yuck.”
Moments go by while I am trying to collect myself, remember nerd, doesn’t know how to talk to anything in this league. Not saying I’m not a great listener, I just usually say stuff like ‘that’s fucking stupid bitch’ after being told something about how a mother is treating a daughter wrong or something like that. Not proud of it, but I blame my peers. I heard that from them whenever I said something similar, so I figured that is what is said in all instances. EEEHHH wrong answer.
Finally getting it together in front of the goddess, I lean back and slowly ask, “How I may help you miss?”
Seeing that I was not going to hurl but still worried that it was still possible, the goddess again asked about helping with her computer. About that time, she saw I was trying to hide my rising Woody which caused her to make a face and begin to turn away as if this was a huge mistake.
“Wait, please show me what you have going on, I can help, but I have to go to your workstation.”
Another squeak “Okay” and still keeping her distance and thinking I am now a leper or pervert, the goddess turns and moves towards her cubicle and the computer there, keeping an eye back at me in case I tried to jump her or something.
Woody slowly went away but it was still ready for instant action from watching that ass walk in front of me. It did not move, it undulated. It shimmied. It rippled with every step. I tried really hard to not stare. I knew my job was on the line here. I was also working on excuses for how I greeted her, anything to allow me to keep her there in the cubicle while I was helping her, versus her bolting for security or my boss, I’m not sure which was worse.
Arriving at her cubicle, I saw the goddess’ name was Jennifer Warren and that she was part of the chemical analysis team here. The cubicles have the name plaque with the few letters denoting area they worked in. Once you had been there for a while it was easy to figure out where someone worked from their plaque. Asking her to sit down I began asking her what she had been working on when the issue came up. “Ms. Warren, can you show me what you were doing, and I’ll try to diagnose what you have the issue with.”
“Yes, it was in this excel file, I was adding in diyarbakır escort these equations when it started popping up all of these questions about translations and such and won’t add the equations for me to derive the analysis I am working on.”
“This file you have open now?”
“Yes”
“May I sit and try for a bit and see what may have happened? And have you saved your work; in case we need to go back?”
“Yeah, its saved.”
“Okay, let me sit there for a bit and I’ll see what I can find. It usually is a result a miss entry or something running in the background.”
Working my magic, I quickly found the issue with the file and got her equations entered for her.
“Thank you, sir.”
“David.”
“David, you helped a lot. I was considering restarting from this morning and that would put me way behind on getting this done before five tonight. And I’m sorry about my looks earlier, but I thought you were distressed or something.”
“Jennifer, I apologize, you caught me with gum in my mouth and I swallowed it standing up and had a bad reaction to doing that. If you have any more problems, you know where to find me. Have a nice day.”
Lying is not bad, right? I mean it was only to keep me from crashing and burning. So, I hope lightning doesn’t smite me as I am riding my bike home. Returning to my desk I finished up my work and left for the day. I usually leave around four because of needing to ride my bike, as in bicycle to work and home. Cars and bikes are still not friendly out there and beating the rush hour traffic is the way to go. It made it a drag getting there earlier than most people, but it also kept me in shape, three miles one way to work on city streets, not too shabby I thought.
What I did not know was that Jennifer showed up in my cubicle about forty minutes after I left. She had more problems and was hoping for more help and did not know enough people yet to give her a hand. The company we work for has an IT department, they try, but their main focus is the servers we have. They don’t have computer support knowledge per se, they could talk you through how to install software and such, but getting into the programs we use every day, not too much. Hence the reason why my name keeps coming up around the area whenever someone’s computer crashes. There have been a few times when I’ve had to talk to my boss about that, needing to make sure she let everyone know my priorities, whether it was fix computers that day or get the area data entered for the different projects we had ongoing. She was okay to talk to about that kind of shit and understood when I had to ‘help’ someone out. It was part of my unwritten job description. You know the one where you also need to get coffee for the boss or hold Joe blow supervisor’s hand while he is working with a program because Joe can’t tie his shoes but is the boss of twenty people. Yeah, those job functions.
Anyway, I get home and go about my normal Thursday night stuff, D you don’t think I am strong enough” she said sticking out her D, yes definitely, D cup breasts at me.
Throwing my hands up in surrender, “No, just offering caution for someone who may be unaware of the issues on that trail. It is twenty-five miles of undulating hills and lots of places to break down. Most people make sure they have more than two people when they go and lots of supplies for breakdowns and food and such. I’ve ridden it several times and made sure to take care when I do. That is all.”
Deflating slightly, Jennifer looked away for a second and then looked back, “I’m willing to take the risk, if you are. I know my equipment and feel fairly competent that I can do that. I am still willing to try if you are. How about this, let’s go look at it Sunday and if it looks like it is too much for me, we can find another trail. edirne escort Fair enough?”
“Sounds good mademoiselle, I will await your arrival at my place on Sunday, let’s say eight AM. That way we can get done and be back in time to rest up for next week.”
“Wait, I’m picking you up?”
“Unless you want to ride your bicycle out there, yep. I don’t have a car. I get around only on my bike. I usually either get a ride from friends or ride out there and meet them. Either way works for me.”
Jennifer was beginning to raise her eyebrows at me now. She had never seen someone like this before, appeared to be a nerd, but quite obviously was into physical activity. I could tell that Jennifer was checking me out, probably rethinking her original notions, I hoped.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up, but here. It is pretty much on the way for me to there on Sunday morning. Okay?”
Ah, the art of compromise. She does not want to know where I live. Fair enough. “Sounds good, see you here at eight Sunday. I’ll lay out the grounds rules while we drive out there since I have been on the trail, and you have not. Like I said, some parts are almost expert level and need respect from anyone. Okay?”
“Sounds good. If I want to get out of here this weekend, I better get busy. See you later, David” Jennifer said, with an emphasis I thought on my name and a slight twinkle in her eye.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I have dated before and had my fair share of women lovers; okay the count is on one hand, and you don’t need to use your thumb. The idea that some dumb schmuck is going on sort of a date with a goddess, yeah rates up there on bullshit meter. I was still pinching myself. Like I said I was a good listener. That was the part which gained me one of those I counted on my fingers, I was discreet. You told me something in confidence, that is where it stayed. So, my going riding with Jennifer on Sunday was not a topic I brought up with my bros at work or at home. One; they wouldn’t believe me and throw the bullshit flag. Two; I didn’t really believe it. I figured I was going to get a call a little after eight with some excuse or other, Jennifer backing out. Three; she had to have a boyfriend, girlfriend maybe, out there who would promptly kick my ass if they found me playing around with her, even if it was purely innocent like this ride. Well, they would try to kick my ass, I did know a few things from growing up and having to defend myself and my name.
Friday ended with no visit or note from Jennifer. Saturday day, I hung out with friends and did typical nerdy things playing games and watching Sci-Fi or superhero movies. I went to bed thinking that I was going for a ride to work tomorrow just because I like riding and drifted off with thoughts of Jennifer causing me to have a hardon most of the night. I usually don’t masturbate, not that there isn’t stuff to do it to, just don’t see the point.
Sunday morning, I am up and riding to work to be there at eight, the traffic is light, so I get there a few minutes before. I had brought my Bik-o-bag so I could have the supplies I knew we would need. Emergency medical, food, extra water, bike repair and such. I had gotten them cheap online and held everything watertight, which had saved my butt a few times, especially with work and the weather we get.
I am checking out my bike to make sure everything is okay, and a SUV pulls up next to me and the horn honks. “Morning David, you ready?” If I thought a goddess stepped into my cubicle this week, I was wrong, this was THE goddess of love and lust. Jennifer was wearing a tight bike outfit that left little to the imagination. I think I could have counted pubic hairs if I had the chance. I was hoping I would have a chance on the ride, as her oh so lovely ass undulated again up and down on the bike.
Snapping edirne escort bayan out of my shock, I say, “Wow. I want the name of your tailor, the person who picked out the outfit, and who are you?”
Jennifer broke up laughing, “silly, I bought it online. Let me help you getting the bike secured.”
I dropped down and raised my bike with the bags which with the supplies weighed about 40 pounds and sat it on top of the SUV. Finding the latches, I locked the bike down and attached the tie downs. By the time I had finished Jennifer was at my side looking to help. “Wow, that was quick” she said looking at my arms. I am not Arnold, but after riding so much and having to do this frequently, I had developed enough muscle that this was nothing. I had a weight set at home that helped but I was not addicted to them like some people. I knew when to relax a little.
As we drove out to the trail, I explained to Jennifer the rules I expected of her. “If I say slow down, I mean it. We are reaching an expert area and you need to make sure of yourself. If you get too far behind me.”
“Or ahead”
Smiling I said “Yeah, that too, if that happens, you or I will stop or slow down until the other is in sight and can reach each other in a moment or two. No going off on your own. When I say we need to take a break, we find a spot. That will be right before a real rough patch I know of, and I want us rested and had a chance at getting some energy and water. Other than those, I think we should be fine. Questions?”
“So, how far ahead is too far for me, I want to make sure I know when to slow down. And what pace do you usually set, average or hard?”
Pure unadulterated taunting. “Okay, Ms. Warren, I think you have it. I have total faith that you understand the rules and I expect you to follow them. Punishment will be swift and sure if not followed.”
“Oh, you promise” Jennifer said pouting and then laughing. I laughed with her, really beginning to like this goddess. Again, I knew this was not going anywhere, but it was a fun ride while it lasts.
Arriving and setting up was done and we had started out. I set the pace to check Jennifer out, make sure she could back up the lip she had been giving me. It was my in-between hard and average pace which was a good one for the first part of the trail. After a few miles we reached a wide spot, and I offered Jennifer to take over and show me her stuff. She quickly sped past me and started hitting it hard. Her ass was again the only thing I was focused on, OMG was it perfect. I began to get hard again even though my bike was definitely not built for a hardon, which it quickly reminded me of, causing some pain. But I figured pain and pleasure were not bad now and then.
As we were beginning to get into one of more difficult sections I yelled out to Jennifer to slow down, which she did until we were past it. I then said, “okay, open it up” and that ass flew away from me. I had to puff a little to keep up with her, not even trying to catch. After a few minutes of this I saw her beginning to break, her breathing was somewhat labored but still it looked like she could go for a while longer. But I also knew there was a good spot, almost halfway, that we could pull over and get a quick break. “Jennifer, there is a wide spot up ahead, pull over there and we’ll grab some water and a quick lunch.”
I heard a “Okay” from her and shortly we were at the spot.
We rested and had water and I pulled out some energy bars. She had some in a fanny pack but thought mine looked better, “homemade. I make them up with fresh ingredients I either get at the farmers market or at one of the grocers locally.”
Jennifer just stared at me as she ate and drank. “Just when I think I have you pegged; you say something else that blows me away. Everyone at work, and yes, I checked up on you, said you’re a nerd. Every nerd I have ever met wears black and won’t get his eyes above my chest. You look me in the eye when we are talking and talk to me, not mumble or throw expletives at me.”
I smiled and realized that I had to raise my bar, otherwise I was about to show my nerd cred. “Jennifer”