2 comments/ 28857 views/ 1 favorites A Nerdy Girl By: funguyroman I had broken up with my girlfriend over the past several months. She was a good friend but couldn't reciprocate the love I felt and so felt that we should end most aspects of our relationship. She had kids, a bit spoiled, but generally good and fun to be around. Extricating myself was going to be a slow process, and I would probably end up an 'uncle' to them to provide stableness to their youth. Ever since the first time my now ex-girlfriend mentioned us breaking up, I couldn't help but notice a girl I play cards with in the Meetup I am apart of. The group would meet every week on Tuesday at a restaurant and play for a few hours. The friendships weren't very deep but there was a camaraderie, and I didn't feel like they were superficial either. I think her image is etched in my memory. I had taken notice of her a few times on different occasions because she was visually appealing to my mind. What I mean is that her dark hair and olivine skin was something that just like lingerie I found to be in a word sexy. Any woman could increase her sexuality by wearing stockings and or lingerie, but I digress. One day as we finished playing cards and left the restaurant I absent mindedly forgot to pick up my sweatshirt. The group got a little ahead of me and when I turned around from the booth to catch up I saw her figure in its fullness for the first time. This wasn't just the normal sizing up that both men and women do all the time when they see someone attractive; this was a stopped in my tracks kind of thing. My first thought is normally that's very nice but I have a girlfriend, but this time my eyes lingered and I remember taking a long deep breath and after a few seconds of ogling, my feet somehow engaged and walked after her. That day she was wearing some colorful artsy stockings that showed off her lithe legs. If I remember correctly she had on the Old Catholic Schoolgirl shoes or at least that is the style that is closest to what they were. Her stride accentuated her nice legs. It may have been my imagination, but I think her skirt stuck a bit to her hips as she walked and I couldn't help but think to myself Man what a beautiful ass she's got. It was a very long straight walk down the side of the bar that evening. When she got to the door she was still a good ten feet ahead of me. As she turned and held the door I saw the rest of her sexy curves and had to take another long breath. The hostess I walked past and almost completely ignored must have caught me. Lee's hips rose to their apex and subsided up to her breasts. When Lee had turned and held the door open the curve of her breasts showed through the shirt she was wearing. She had full breasts that would feel great in the palm of my hand, probably a full C cup that went well with her figure. She turned to look at me as she walked through the door and my brain went into trained manhood action a couple of quick steps and a reach for the door before I looked up in the hopes that she didn't feel I was a perv staring at her body even though I was staring. My hopeful reality That night remained in my memory and for the remaining month or two of the breakup, I tried very diligently to forget or at least lock away those images. Well that was then and this is now. Now she and I play cards together sometimes during the week outside of the group. She had asked for help fixing her computer which I was sad to say only took one evening, but I invited myself over a few times to play cards. On one of those occasions as we were getting to know each other much better she asked, "Why do you keep inviting yourself over here to play cards with me?" "Well," I gave a pause to think over her question and how I wanted to answer, "After everything that has happened, it is nice to have someone to talk with and play cards with." She got up and walked into the kitchen. "And I thought you would enjoy the friendship knowing that you recently had a bit of a falling out with someone you thought was a good friend." "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind you coming over and playing cards it's fun even if you keep beating me. Do you want something more to drink?" "Sure," I said as I got up and walked into the kitchen. Then I thought I would go out on a limb. "Well there may also be other reasons." "Oh like what, making sure I don't slit my wrists while listening to depressing music?" It was a reference to a night we played cards with the group and the normal music had been replaced by depressing break up music. "No, maybe I find you interesting and want to get to know you better. Maybe I've got it in my head that you are the writer I read under the penname AgentMeow whose is a self proclaimed nerdy girl and who loves 80's music among other things." At this she stopped for the briefest of moments. I continued, "Maybe after reading what AgentMeow wrote I was really intrigued. You are really easy on the eyes you know and I am sure that there is quite a depth to you and with all that maybe I want to kiss you right here." Her back was to me and put my finger on her shoulder in the soft spot toward her arm. I watched as she inhaled. It was getting to be winter and she had on a sweatshirt so it wasn't like I could kiss her there but I drew a little circle there with my finger. Since she didn't freak out I decided to keep going. "Maybe," I elongated the word, "I would continue to this spot." and I moved my finger to the top of the muscle where most people get knots from stress and tapped seductively on it a few times. "Maybe I would let my tongue draw a little circle like this," and I drew a little circle with my finger. "If I didn't freak you out I would probably continue up your neck like this with my hand." I let the fingers of my other hand gently graze up her skin on the other side of her neck and played with the base of her hair as if she were a cat but much gentler. While doing this I leaned in and kissed the other side of her neck as low as I could while tugging her sweatshirt gently out of the way. I could hear her take a few deep breathes through her nose but she made no attempt to stop me so I continued. As I massaged or played with her hair I whispered in her ear, "maybe I want to feel you against me," I leaned the upper part of my body against her back and my head was over her shoulder and right next to hers. "Maybe, I want to hold you against me and bask in your presence." At this I got a little shock as she bent slightly which had the effect of pressing her butt into me. I pressed back so she could feel me growing. I kissed her neck again and continued as I wrapped my arm around her waist. "Maybe, I want to kiss more of you," I said as I moved my hand first to the side of her stomach, "here," then slowly to the other side, "here," she put her hand on top of mine, I moved my hand up slightly, "and here and kissing very slowly up to here." My hand was directly between her breasts and she was breathing deeply. "Maybe, I want to drink you in like this." I moved both my hands down to her sides just below her bust and let them slide down the length of her torso to her hips past her hips as low as I could reach. Her hands followed on top of mine as I did this and she ground back into me. I felt her nudge me around the front of her and I let my hands move around a bit from her sides but not enough to let my fingers move to the inside of her thighs as I came up to her stomach and back up very slowly toward her breasts. "Maybe I want to hold you in my hands like this," I said, as I cupped her breasts being careful to not let my hands come up and touch her nipples. I took a deep breath with her. "Maybe, I'll run my fingers over you skin like this," And I moved my hands down and pulled up her sweatshirt and shirt enough to let my fingertips play in back and forth on the narrow exposed inch of skin at her waist. Her hands guided me back and forth. I kissed her neck again and played a little with my tongue. Finally I got a response and exhaled "oh my". I decided to see where she was at. "Maybe," I whispered in her ear, "then again maybe you won't want me to do any of this." I straightened up just a bit and her hands held me in place. She was silent as she held me holding her. She arched her back a bit and ground into me and I ground back. "Maybe," I said as I pulled her firmly into me and bending over slightly, "you need me to take you hard and fast first before I spend the next couple of hours reminding you of how much a sexy beautiful woman you are or maybe you'd rather let me have my way. The slow agonizing torture of an hour of little kisses and gentle brushes before sending you repeated over your threshold." We never finished our game of spades that day, in fact it was a while before we played spades again. A Nerdy Girl Ch. 02 Since I have been asked to continue the story I will happily oblige. This picks up where the last one left off... * Lee's hands followed mine as they drew on the inch of exposed skin between her sweatshirt and her jeans. Her hands kept nudging me lower toward her honey-pot. I let my fingertips push gently under the waistband of her panties and down to where her hair began. I brushed the very top and it tickled her as she spasmed in to me while bending over. I found the right touch after a few seconds and ended up petting her like a cat. "Purrrr" "Maybe I will torture you for the next few hours." She straightened up a bit. "I uh, can't." I slowed to a stop. "No, don't stop." I started again. "It's just that you just got out of a relationship, and I might want more than a fling." "I understand. So where is the line?" As I asked I drew a line with my finger across her waistband. "Here?" Then I stroked her going lower and lower until massaged down either side of her clit and down to her opening, "or here?" Her breathing changed as she drew in breaths more rapidly. Her body went taut when my other hand gently pinched her nipple and rolled the hard part of her aerolia between my fingers. I slid my middle finger into her and bent my thumb so I could hit her g-spot and play with her clit. "Ohhhh yesss!" It started as a throaty whisper and like her breathing rose into a crescendo of "Yes's". Very quickly she climaxed and my finger got very wet. It was difficult to focus on her though because she nearly judo flipped me over her onto the table when she came. I barely stuck out my arm in time to prevent me from slamming us onto the table. Of course the other effect it had was pulling my raging hard on into her ass as she doubled over. I had to wiggle my finger out of her. Then trying to be gentlemanly I massaged her mound for a few moments as she regained some composure. She purred again when I dipped my finger back down to get it wet before pulling my hand out of her pants. My ever intention was to taste her, but she took hold of my hand and brought it up to her mouth and sucked my fingers dry. All I got was the faintest whiff of her sweetness. I was already moderately aroused and her tongue on my fingers only brought me to an acute reality of pulsing throbbing my boxers. There was no way of hiding this as her soft beautiful ass was pressed up against me. "Oh did you want a taste?" "That thought did cross my mind." "Well may-be," she elongated the maybe just like I did, "I will let you eat me out." I took in a very deep breathe savoring the feel of her curves against my body. "Hmm." "Or maybe..." she wiggled her hand down her pants, "Oh my goodness it is soaking wet down there." She wiggled her hand out and waved it in front of me. It glistened from her cum. It tempted me in a way I hadn't been tempted in a long long time to just reach out and suck on her fingers. Just when I thought I might get a taste she moved them to her lips and licked from a fingertip up to a knuckle. "Now that is not very ladylike, especially after I have been the utmost gentleman." "Oh I guess you are right." She moved her hand back toward me and brought her fingertips to my mouth. She played with my lips and twisted slightly in my arms. I let my hand move up and held her so her outside breast was in one hand and the other was pressed against my chest. I loved the feel of nice full breasts against my chest and especially love the way some women arch their back while clawing at mine in the throes of lovemaking and while everything else fades away I feel it—pert nipples grazing my bare chest as I being her and then myself to orgasm. Lee's fingers brushed my lips open and she inserted her index finger which I took my time cleaning. She followed with her middle finger. When I finished with it, I lowered her hand and brought my hand to the side of her face. We kissed lightly and playfully for a while, then after a minute or two, I quickly licked her upper lip and then her lower lip, and when she opened her lips to try and mimic me I gave her a very forceful passionate kiss. Our tongues dueled like fencers in the medal rounds at the Olympics. When we broke after many songs had played and Frankie Goes to Hollywood's 'Relax' ebbing before the finish, she was leaning against the table with her jeans unbuttoned, my hand cupping the bottom curve of her ass, her hand grabbing hold of me in all my fullness of my unbuttoned and unzipped jeans, my hand under her shirt and bra playing with her nipple. "Damn, how'd we get here?" She looked at me in confusion. "Maybe, its been longer than you thought and your body wants much more than that little release you had," I looked at the clock, "thirty minutes ago." "Maybe your right, but I can't right now." "Part of me wants to take you in a controlling fashion like the characters you write about. But on the other hand there are still a few obstacles I need to deal with before I am free and in a good place to start something new." "No, I mean I can't because I'm not on the pill." Clearly her body had taken over. I stared at her dumbfounded. I am a gentleman first and like to take care of people and the women in my life whether it is in a passionate relationship or mundane friendship. I throbbed in her hand and we both looked down. "You are huge and the last time I had someone almost as big as you I couldn't stop cumming. I haven't felt that in years and would love to have you fuck me silly." My jaw dropped open and she closed it with her free hand. Okay, now I wasn't just intrigued, I was falling for her. She was open with me and not playing games, she was conscious of what was going on and what might happen, and she wasn't a prude. In fact she still had me in her iron grip and wasn't letting go. "Damn, I wish I had known you were breaking up months ago when you were, I want to ride you like a jockey." Her eyes were filled with lust. At this I stopped. "Wait just a minute, if we really want to have a chance at this, at more than just friends with benefits, I need you to be in a slightly better place. I don't want you in a state of animal lust." She looked at me and let go of my hard on. It was also clear that I had stung her or at least shocked her back to reality. "Well, at least not to start out with. I would love to have you in that state after a while." "Well what do you want to do?" "Let's get together next week, I will bring some condoms and we can go at it and relieve some of your pressure. By that time I will have been able to deal with a couple of things and I'll probably need a release myself." "Soooo, we are agreeing to meet just to fuck next week?" "Something like that." "Then let's wait until the following week, I will have just had my monthly visitor and you won't need the condoms. I just hope that I can last that long." We agreed and both started counting down the longest two weeks of our lives.