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Jared

She’s too damn cute and adorable and nothing at all like what I expected. Her missive had intrigued me, and as a man who’s bombarded on a daily basis with women trying to catch my attention, that’s not an easy feat. Something about the way she’d worded her bold statement of fact had tickled something inside of me.

Even with all that, I wasn’t expecting much. Not until I did a search on her and found it lacking. In this day and age when Internet discourse was taking over every aspect of people’s lives, especially people in her age group, which happens to be six years younger than mine, it came as a shock to see that she was more like me in that she hardly had any real imprint.

The thing is, I know why I have very little presence on the highway to hell, but what’s her excuse? That was the second thing to catch my notice and up the intrigue. Then the more I dug, the more drawn in I became until I found myself doing something I’d never done before, not even with a new hire.

I strongly believe in a person’s right to privacy, but she wanted something from me, didn’t she? It was she who came to me, not the other way around. It was a poor justification for my actions, but hey, it worked for me. Not to mention the fact that I almost couldn’t help myself at this point, and the need to know kept me up at night.

It wasn’t hard to piece things together once I got into her computer, where she pretty much kept everything in a personal log. I didn’t go snooping where I didn’t belong; I just looked into anything that mentioned me and anything from the last month or so when it seems her interest in me came about.

After reading her inner musings, her innocent naivety was something else that jumped out at me. Within days I found myself fighting the urge to see what she looked like and when I lost that fight, I set my on-staff team on her trail. First, she hardly ever left her dorm, other than to go to class, and when she did, she was always wearing a damn hoodie no matter the temperature outside.

I did learn a lot from her clothes, though, because she’s a walking billboard. Each hoodie had some kind of pointed message that varied from one thing to the next to the point that I wasn’t sure what the hell she stood for. One day it was the right for people to have an opinion or the first amendment, and the next, she was telling someone to shut the fuck up and yeet. I had to look that one up myself.

I was having a blast and found myself eagerly looking forward to the reports on her each day for that week that I’d made her wait to hear back from me. Anyone who wanted to take down the woman their brother was cheating with had to have a story, either that or she was a damn lunatic. And now that we’ve met, the jury’s still out on the latter.

However, nuts or not, she’s one amazingly sexy package. She’ll never know that the reason I’d run behind my desk so soon after inviting her in is because of the growth in my cock. I wouldn’t say that I’m a highly sexual person and I don’t recall ever having so strong a reaction to anyone in my life, but the girl is fucking gorgeous like supermodels wish they looked like her gorgeous... and short.

I knew she was tiny from the photos, but they had been taken from a distance, and there’s always room for error, but even her lack of height made me want to throw her across my desk and fuck my cock balls deep into her. Another first for me, since all of my past conquests, have been no shorter than five-eleven, a height that I find goes well with my own six-two frame.

But looking at her short ass had my head swimming with ideas, and I was already imagining the fun we were going to have in bed together. She could also have no idea how her irascible habit of speaking out loud things she meant to keep to herself was keeping the focus off of me and just what the hell she was doing to me.

I’m no nerd, well, not in the usual sense. I have a very keen intellect and have always been smarter than most of my peers in school, from kindergarten to college. But I’ve also lived a well-rounded life. It’s true that in college after I switched my major from law to software design, I went through what some may call a geek phase where I dressed like a hobo and barely remembered to comb my hair most days, but that’s only because of the excitement I felt at something that I could finally sink my teeth into that wasn’t the drudgery I’d always seen ahead for myself while following in my parents’ footsteps.