Nate (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 4) (9 page)

She shakes her head and answers in a serious voice, “Not yet, I’m so junior I haven’t yet learned enough of the ropes to say anything.”

We start off running at a slow pace. As we warm up and feel each other out our pace picks up. As Juliette picks up the pace again, I realize she just doesn’t have an off switch, she’s going to burn herself out halfway through this run. Trying to keep her at a reasonable pace I say, “Hey, hotshot, please don’t kill yourself out here. You might be only a little bit of a thing but I still don’t want to have to carry you back to the car.”

She flashes me an annoyed look, “I’m fine.”

“Oh, I know your fine,” as I look over at her hot ass. “How about you do this for me, run a little slower for me.” Man, it’s like soccer with her and the other little terror. She just tears into exercise with no thought to her own well-being. Trying again to get her to take it down a notch I plead, “Juliette, how about you don’t kill yourself on the run. I have some ideas of how we can spend the rest of the day and you bonking on a run doesn’t fit in.”

This last plea actually works as we take a nice single-track path. Making her run a head I get to finish my run while checking out her hot ass.

Back at her place, we eat lunch on the living room ottoman as we watch the football game on TV. Cassie is spotlighted again, though I’m not surprised, she is magnificent. When Cassie comes up on the screen I tell Juliette, “I don’t think I’ve ever met two people who are as polar opposite as you and Cassie.”

Juliette chuckles and nods, “Yeah, but our friendship works.”

“Until she started flirting and strutting around in front of me this morning.” An upset looks flashes across her face as I continue, “Juliette, I wasn’t born yesterday. She heard us in the kitchen; she came strutting out wearing almost nothing and then she was hitting on me. Come on, when a guy isn’t around she doesn’t dress and act like that.”

Running my finger down her soft cheek, “You weren’t very happy with her behavior. I didn’t miss that either.”

Juliette’s brow is knit as I give her my observation. She leans her face into my hand as I finish up. Cassie might be shockingly beautiful but she doesn’t hold a candle to sweet Juliette as I tell her, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t fuck her with his dick,” I say, pointing to some random guy on TV.

At halftime, I pull Juliette into the bathroom. As she undresses, I realize that I don’t want a quickie, I want to watch the rest of the game. Then I want to take my time making love to my new girl. As she towels off from our quick shower I get a great idea. The picture of her wearing that red shirt is seared into my brain. Even better than seeing her on TV wearing that shirt, I’m going to get her to wear it today as we watch the game.

Juliette gives me a surprised look from my request. She rolls her eyes, chuckles, and then shrugs as she goes back into her room to change her top. I sit on the couch waiting for my hot girl to appear. As she enters the living room, I think to myself, who gives a shit about some football game when I have a girl that looks like this. Juliette naturally has this sweet way of holding her head, making her look demure. Combined with her rocking body and this sexy shirt it just knocks me out. Pulling her onto my lap, I can’t keep my hands off her breasts.

She giggles, and then jokes, “I thought you wanted to wait until after the game?”

“This shirt is hot, or should I say you’re hot in this shirt.” I bury my face into her large, perky breasts.

“What is it with this T-shirt?” she asks with a squeal.

Kissing her deeply I finally pull up for air, “I just couldn’t get you out of my head after I saw you on TV last month. All my fantasies had you wearing this T-shirt.”

Rolling her eyes, she sarcastically tells me, “You’re missing the game.”

“Yeah, well I’ve never followed these teams, but this shirt.” I then get an even better idea, “Take off your bra and let me see you braless in the shirt.”

“Really?” She says with her nose all squinted up in surprise.

Taking matters into my own hands, I pull off her shirt and bra. Damn, her tits are amazing, I think as I palm them and take a suck of one of her nipples. As she laughs and pulls away, I hand her the T-shirt to put back on.

She gets a devious look on her face as she gets up and leaves the room. Now I wonder what she has in store for me. She comes back wearing the shirt without a bra but carrying her computer. My eyes are glued to her. How many minutes can I stare at her before I take her?

Setting up her computer on the far side of the ottoman from me she raises an eyebrow as she tells me, “I’m checking e-mail, you can look, but I’ve decided you can’t touch till after the game is over.” Then she gives me a flirty smile as she stretches her hands over her head.

“This is going to be a long fourth quarter,” I tell her as I look at that hot, tight body. “Just looking at you in that shirt makes my mind conjure up some really wild things we can do,” I tell her.

“Keep fantasizing over there, buddy,” she says with a smirk.

The second the fourth quarter is over I tackle her. Now I get to live some of my fantasies on her roommate’s nice soft rug.

In the morning, I realize that I won’t see her for five days. It’s just too long. I’ve read that new relationships have the same effect on your brain as obsessive-compulsive disorder. That sure is the case with me; I obsessively and compulsively want to screw Juliette. As I get ready to leave I ask, “I don’t want to wait till Friday to see you again. Can you work in a late dinner?”

She shakes her head, “Saturday you said you would be done at two but actually showed up at four. I think your being way too optimistic to think that you can make dinner. Why don’t we just plan on a mid-week booty call?”

What? Juliette is the best girlfriend ever. There has to be a hitch to this. Skeptically I ask, “You’re cool with a booty call?”

“If all I get is a booty call, no, not at all. If you show up drunk at midnight, you’re going to get a door slammed in your face. But we spent the entire weekend together. We’re both busy. Hopefully we’ll spend next weekend together. If we want to see each other during the work week we’ll need to be happy with a late night booty call, right?”

“Your way too logical,” I say. Now I wonder out loud, “When does crazy come out?”

“Oh, jumping out of the car and yelling at a woman wasn’t crazy enough for you?” she says with a laugh.

“A guy would do something like that. When do you get all emotionally crazy?” I question.

Juliette shakes her head as she replies, “Remember this conversation the day before my period. Except if you call me emotionally crazy, then I’ll probably cut off your balls.”

As I kiss her goodbye in her garage I tell her, “This was a very good weekend. I’ll text you and we can figure out when I get my booty call.”

We get together on Tuesday.

Pushing my luck I text her on Thursday.

Me:
Do I get a booty call tonight?

Juliette:
Only if I get to choose tonight’s position.

Damn, I almost get a hard on from reading that text. How am I going to concentrate for the rest of the day knowing what’s in store for me tonight?

At Juliette’s house, she meets me at the door wearing only a big, soft robe, then with a secret smile sends me off to bed. Wondering what she’s up to, I strip down, pull my phone and condoms out of my bag and wait for her to come back.

It’s easy to tell she hasn’t had a lot of sexual partners, but I like her sweet naivety. Now I’m curious what she has in mind. As I wait to see what she’s going to do she gets a nervous smile on her face. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Maybe I should just take over. Then her robe falls off her shoulders exposing her rocking naked body. Strutting over to me she looks insecure and sexy all in one shot. I reach my hand out to bring her close.

She surprises me by saying, “No, this is my turn. You only get to touch me when I tell you to touch me.”

Damn, my own little dominatrix, which just knocks me out as I lean back and decide to enjoy the show. She then proceeds to slowly go down on me. She’s so tentative that I don’t think she’s ever done this before, but I’m not about to stop her since it feels so good and being her first is thrilling. For a rookie, I’ve got to give her credit, she has natural ability since she sure figures out where and how to touch me. Before I actually blow she impales herself on my cock and we’re off for an amazing round of sex with her on top. Then again, the word amazing just doesn’t cut it. Juliette and I have this great natural rhythm when screwing; I don’t think Mariana and I were ever this good together. Afterwards, I wrap my arms around her and hold on to her tight.

On Saturday when I pick Juliette up for the doctor dinner she’s ready, even her coat is on. I’m glad she’s being a good sport; then again I’m going to her party next week. I’m sure the guys where she works have seen the pictures of her at the football game and at least a few had the same reaction as me. My goal at her party is to make sure those guys know she’s taken.

Arriving at my boss’s house we’re greeted by his wife. A server takes Juliette’s coat and I just about fall over. She looks like Jessica Rabbit and I must look like an idiot cartoon with my eyes popping and my tongue hanging. Her hair is up and she’s wearing high heels and a tight black dress. This look is a huge departure from what she normally wears. She looks amazing, elegant, classy, but sexy as hell. The dress is low-cut showing off her amazing rack, but it has this mesh top, which makes it look like you really shouldn’t be seeing her breasts which just makes looking at them even hotter.

As we walk into the living room, I wonder how I’m going to make it the whole night without touching her. Introducing her to the other doctors I find out that she’s the perfect date; polite, friendly, and comfortable in this environment. Leaving her side to get each of us a drink, I get caught up in shaking hands and hellos with my new colleagues. Being the new guy; I need to make a good impression, since I want these guys to work with me. Looking back over at Juliette she’s perched on the large ottoman surrounded by the wives. She looks over her shoulder at me; I get the perfect shot of her slim waist, elegant neck, and large dark eyes as she gives me a secret smile. Damn, I think I’m in love as I smile back loosing track of the conversation I’m in. The other doctor follows my gaze, as he checks out Juliette he gives me a knowing nod. Finally breaking away from him I bring her the glass of wine I promised ages ago.

After dinner, I’m leaning against the back wall of the family room with Juliette in my arms as my boss talks about last year’s accomplishments. Man, Juliette is so hot and I certainly don’t want to watch this shit. As they lower the lights, I get a great idea. Grabbing Juliette by the hand, I pull her into the powder room.

She has a questioning look on her face and just manages to say, “Nate….”

But I block her against the wall, shove my hands up her skirt, and stick my tongue down her throat. Man, this just feels good.

She moves me away and whispers, “Nate, we can’t do this in your boss’s bathroom.”

“You look so hot, I’ve spent the entire evening trying to control my hard on. No one’s going to miss us.”

She bites her lip and gets a bit of an excited smile on her face. I take this as a sign of approval as I flip her around so we’re back to front. She gasps as I pull her dress up to her waist. “Grab a hold of the sink.” Damn, I’ve been staring at the white column of her neck; it just looks good, as I lean in and lick it.

“Baby, arch your back,” I say as I unzip my pants releasing my hard on, while sliding her panties over. I give her clit a rub the way I know she likes it as my dick screams to be inside of her. After angling myself to get in, I start thrusting. Man, the vision of Juliette in the mirror is awesome. Her boobs look amazing in that see-through part of her top as they jump up and down with my thrusts. I gasp out, “Your breasts are so hot.” My dick is just so happy being squeezed by her tight V. Forcing my eyes up at just the right time, I get to see her gasp and her eyes close. Then bliss, as I tighten up and let myself go.

I can’t keep my eyes off her as she straitens herself up, man she is one beautiful girl. Grabbing her hand, I lead her back to the wall in the family room. As the lights go up I realize that I’m one lucky bastard. Hell, even if the other doctors realize I took her out of the room, what are they going to say? I’ve seen all of them check her out with a look of admiration.

The next Saturday, before Juliette’s party, we meet at the horse arena. Juliette’s all warm and friendly as she greets me with a big hug. Then she shows me how to pull on Jackson’s lead so he’ll bond with me. Jackson spends the next half an hour following me around. If I run, turn, or stop he stays with me, placing the flat of his noes against my back. It’s the most amazing experience; I thought only dogs could be this interactive. Ridding back along the path together, sundown is as magical as before. This time I know what to do and am better prepared to help with the horses. Who’d have thought that working with horses was this much fun.

Back home we take a quick shower. Juliette kicks me out of the bathroom as she does her hair. Using my time to check up on my patients, I wait for her to be done. It’s the first time Juliette isn’t ready on time. Showing up in the living room about ten minutes after she wanted to leave, I’m floored again. She’s wearing another hot dress. This one’s more conservative since it doesn’t show off any skin, but it hugs every one of her curves, and highlights her hot ass. She’s taken out all her curls, which makes her look really different.

At the Tech, after passing security, our coats are taken by a women dressed in a
Star Wars
costume. Where I grew up boys were either into sports or into superheroes, I was a sports boy. I remember the movies, but I wasn’t caught up into them. Another
Star Wars
character asks us if we want to sign up for a ride.

“You know all the characters?” I ask.

“Hey, it’s a requirement when you work in engineering, like playing golf is for doctors.”

We look and interact with the exhibits until Juliette chides me with her elbow, “You want to get a drink?”

Heading over to the open bar, even the servers are dressed as
Star Wars
characters. A guy around my age comes up and taps Juliette on the shoulder. He seems friendly and is not on the make. It turns out this is the senior guy she works with. We grab a drink as he introduces us to his girlfriend. Then a tall lean Indian woman with a tall lean Asian guy joins us. The Indian woman, Hita, is the college friend who got Juliette her job. Hita and her friend are a little off; they’re one step away from thinking this is real. Juliette’s boss comes over, again another friendly guy who’s not on the make. Though there is this creepy older guy with a mousy woman who keeps on leering at Juliette. Not wanting to alarm Juliette, I go out of my way to give this guy dagger looks. I wonder if I should mention something to the boss about the guy. I don’t want a creepy guy messing with her.

We head into the dining room, which has been stage designed to look like a
Star
Wars
scene. Her company is sure spending a lot of money on this event; I’ve never been to an event that has been so high end and stage produced. Finding a table it turns out the meal is a Churrascaria—Brazilian BBQ. Which makes me chuckle. Mariana’s ghost seems to be following me around.

A couple more guys from her group join us. I’m actually starting to feel comfortable. Guys are of course checking Juliette out, but except for the leering guy no one has been actively perusing her. Dinner is interesting, the conversation centers on science fiction characters.

Heading back into the game room there’s a guy around my height, my age, medium build who can’t keep his eyes off of Juliette’s ass. I noticed him before checking her out. He must be important since he has an entourage.

Upon taking my eyes and hands off her for one moment, the guy who’s been checking her out all night has broken from his group and is now hitting on her.

Heading over to where she’s standing I make sure to let the guy know she’s taken by putting my hand on her waist.

“Yes, I’m sure he’d enjoy that.” Juliette responds to whatever he was saying.

Giving him good eye contact that clearly states she’s my girl and don’t fuck with me, I put my hand out, “Nate, Juliette’s boyfriend.”

This asshole changes his stance to match mine, responding with, “Flint, CTO. So, Nate, you work high tech?”

What the fuck, is he trying to one up me in front of my girl? I answer, “No, sports medicine.”

“What, are you a trainer or something?”

Pulling Juliette a little bit closer I tell him my rank, “No, Orthopedic Surgeon.”

I can feel Juliette stiffen from the testosterone-fueled introduction.

What breaks the tension is some blond who gives Juliette a nasty look like she’s stealing her man. Then she changes her expression, getting all flirty, “Oh Flint, you’re needed in the other room,” she says as she leads him away.

As I watch them leave, Juliette looks at me in shock, “That’s one of the founders of my company. Why were you so Neanderthal to him?”

“That guy’s been checking out your ass for the last half hour. I wanted to make sure he realizes you’re taken.” Then I ask, “What’s with the blond who’s trying too hard?”

“Terri? Who just pulled Flint away?”

“Yeah, are those two together, or does she just want to be with him?”

“I heard she was with Sid, my VP.”

“Sid should be watching his back because she’s definitely on the make, and not happy that Flint has his eyes on you. Though, I don’t like knowing he has his eyes on you either.” I tell her as we head over to the death star model.

After our turn on the Millennium Falcon, Chewbacca tells us that dessert will be served and the band will be playing in the other room, which gives me a chance to get a first dance with my girl.

Chapter 26 – Winter Vacation

Christmas arrives; my parents planned for us all to be together ages ago. Jamie and I meet my parents in Playa del Carmen, Mexico—a relatively easy flight for each of us. I’m glad it’s not a working vacation since I could use the break, though now I’d be working surgery instead of moving boxes like I did as a kid. Juliette’s gotten under my skin, as I realize how much I miss her. Having not yet told my family about Juliette, my sister’s amazed that I’m not hitting on any women. Texting Juliette every morning, I look forward to wrapping her in my arms once I get home.

Back in town after my short break, Juliette has a connection for a cabin in Tahoe for New Year’s. It’s the first time I’ll be meeting her friends. With New Year’s falling on a Thursday night, Juliette and I both have a three-day weekend. Juliette and I get out of work early as we head up to Tahoe in the midafternoon. At Grass Valley the rain turns to snow, luckily I still have my snow tires on my 4WD Jeep.

“What is it with these people? They drive like they’ve never driven in snow before,” I complain as someone driving too fast for the conditions starts spinning out as they pass me.

”They probably think they’re driving in Tule fog,” Juliette responds.

At some point CalTrans has chain controls. I’ve never driven on a road that required chains. It’s probably because people in Western New York and the Midwest know how to drive in the snow. Luckily they let me through without putting on chains, it probably helps that I still have my Minnesota plates. We make good time since all the cars and trucks with chains cannot travel any faster than twenty-five as they hug the right lane.

The cabin is actually a three bedroom, three-bath house in a large woodsy subdivision. Upon entering, an Asian women and a blond greet us. Juliette introduces the Asian women as Jennifer and the blond as Meredith. This must be the Meredith she runs with. There’s a fire in the fireplace. A Latino guy who introduces himself as Sam and appears to be around Juliette’s age is also there. After about a half an hour another guy enters with a couple of cases of beer.

He kicks the snow off his boots declaring, “Safeway’s a zoo, the shelves are almost empty, and this storm is going to get worse before it gets better. I bought another shovel just to be sure.” He then introduces himself to me as Rocket.

Juliette packed a large cooler and brought up some bags of food, I was thinking it was a little excessive but now I’m glad. Entering the kitchen the island is overloaded with food. We could be stuck here for a month and not have to worry about starving. Luckily, the plan was to eat dinner at home. Sam tells me he’s going to start up the BBQ, as he dresses up warmly and grabs the new shovel.

Asking him, “Don’t you think it would be easier to use the oven?”

He shrugs as he answers, “Yeah, but the food tastes better on a grill and I’d like to uncover the hot tub.”

Rocket starts laughing, “If he wants to stand out in the cold to grill some steaks I’m all open for it, but it’s snowing so hard it’s a Sisyphean effort.”

As beers are handed out, Juliette reminds us, “Guys, we’re at six thousand feet and alcohol has a potent effect,” then she toasts us with her cinnamon iced tea.

Dressing up warmly, I go out to help Sam. Standing on the deck, I think the falling snow is really pretty since there isn’t any wind. Sam’s shoveled off most of the deck and has the BBQ uncovered. We hunker down by the BBQ waiting for the steaks to cook not really saying much. Sam finally asks.

“You a San Francisco fan?”

With a shake of my head, “Buffalo.”

He chuckles, “Maybe another year.” After a pause, “I’m a pseudo-San Francisco fan, but growing up in south Florida, Miami will always be my team.”

We stomp our feet and take turns shoveling the snow to keep ourselves warm. At some point Sam tells me, “I’ve known all the princesses since their freshman year.”

Having no idea what he’s talking about he takes one look at my blank face and starts to laugh as he tells me, “There are seven of them.” Pointing with his chin to the house, “Those three and four more. Isabelle, whose house we’re at, Olivia, Kelly, and Hita.”

I nod, “Hita—tall, slim, Indian chick.”

Sam nods, “Yeah, they all attended the Halloween parties their freshman year as princesses.”

“…Like the princesses the little preschool girls all dress as?”

Sam barks out a laugh, “Well, sort of. Though the princesses that showed up at my fraternity party were nothing like what you’d see in a preschool.” He smiles wide, “as in every guy at that party had a princess fantasy that night.”

I chuckle thinking of my red shirt fantasy. I wonder if Juliette still has her princess costume. That might make for an interesting night.

When we get inside, I pull Juliette close and ask in her ear, “I heard you were a princess in college.”

She laughs, gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek, bats her eyes, and says, “Yeah, I was Snow White.”

Meredith over hears and smiles, “I have an evil stop monster.”

Juliette says, “She was Cinderella.”

Meredith yells over to Jennifer, “Hey, Mulan!”

Jennifer pops in, “Yeah?”

Juliette laughs, “Nate just found out about our alter egos.”

Rocket volunteers, “Jen actually chaperoned at her school dressed as Mulan.”

Meredith looks at Jennifer shocked, “You wore that outfit to your middle school?”

Jennifer shrugs, “I made the kimono a lot bigger, I don’t think sexy Mulan would go over all that well with my administration and parents.”

Rocket starts to laugh, “Yeah, but those thirteen-year-old boys would sure have loved it.”

As we sit down at the table for dinner, the girls start razzing Sam since he dressed up as Prince Charming that night.

Meredith gives Sam a sweet smile as she says, “Yeah, I never even had to lose a shoe to get him to sweep me off my feet.”

Meredith and Juliette gag.

Juliette’s baked bread and made dessert. That’s cool that she bakes. After we clear the table, we get into a wild game of poker. Another Juliette surprise, she’s a good player, though she has a few tells that she broadcasts too loudly. I’m glad that my girl isn’t too hard for me to read. Rocket is an interesting guy. He must be around my age. He’s rough around the edges, has muscles that look like they come from hard work not weight lifting or sports, it looks like he has a lot of tattoos, but he’s also classically educated and well-read based on his comments.

We’re cleaning up from dinner when Jennifer jumps up and squeals, which is kind of a shocking sound, “I almost forgot. One of my students showed me this,” as she runs back to her room she returns with her computer. Pulling up YouTube she shows us a song produced in four segments on the screen. The guy who I assume wrote it did a really clever job. It’s a takeoff of the princesses, called
After Ever After
. The version two of the song has Cinderella and Mulan in it. We all laugh, except at the end Juliette pouts, “Why didn’t he include Snow White? She’s one of the most important princesses.”

Jennifer replies, “Mulan hardly ever gets any coverage. Now you know how I feel.”

By this time, it’s almost midnight. Sitting on the floor around the fireplace, Sam pulls out a bottle of Jägermeister.

The girls start throwing pillows at him while laughing, “Not again,” they all start cheering.

Sam just laughs saying, “Hey, this is a tradition, and if we don’t follow through we’ll have bad luck.”

Giving Rocket a questioning look he gives me the “I have no idea either” shrug.