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Store Credit

By: SoraRabbit



"Looking for something?" a soft, sweet voice said from directly behind me.

I jumped a little, broken from my thoughts. I turned and came face to face with the lovely young clerk, Maggie. This was the closest we'd been to each other without a counter in between us, and my heart immediately started hammering in my chest. I hadn't realized how lost in thought I'd gotten as I'd wandered back and forth looking at the rows of video games lining the walls. I couldn't even remember what I was thinking about, if anything. I was just zoned out. She was still waiting patiently for a response as I recovered, so I forced one out. "Yeah. Um, no. Just looking," I stammered. My mouth felt dry and I knew I'd started to blush a bit. Easily embarrassed, that's me.

"Well, let me know if you see anything you like," she replied, her mouth curling up in a half-smile. Her dark brown eyes twinkled behind her glasses, and she held the glance for just a moment too long before giving my shoulder a little squeeze and turning away from me, her pony tail bouncing.

'That almost felt like a double meaning,' I thought, unable to stop my eyes from dropping to her bottom as she walked away, her narrow yet rounded hips swaying slightly. Her jeans, as always, left little to the imagination. They were very tight and hung low, giving a glimpse of creamy skin on her lower back. I shook myself once she reached the counter, turning back to the games. I didn't want her to catch me gawking.

Deep breaths . . . I had to get my nerves under control. I wasn't sure exactly what it was about her that made me so rattled. It had been that way since the first time I'd seen her, about six months before. I had been finishing up my Christmas shopping and ducked into the used game store, hoping to find something my younger brother would like. There had been a big crowd that day, and long lines to the counter. The side of the counter was clear, and I went there first to look at the cartridges they displayed on shelves behind glass. 

As I was browsing, I heard a musical giggle from close by. I looked up, and that's when I first saw Maggie. She was tending the register about six feet away from me, laughing at something her customer had said. She took my breath away. I wasn't sure just what it was, but at that moment she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. She was tall and slender, a bit on the thin side, but still womanly. She looked to be about my height, and I'm an inch shy of six foot. Her hair was straight and reddish-brown, with bangs, tied back in a pony tail that fell between her shoulder blades. She was wearing black-rimmed glasses, tight faded jeans and a buttoned red plaid flannel shirt that hugged her curves nicely. Her breasts weren't large, but in perfect proportion with the rest of her. Her legs were long, her bottom deliciously rounded. Her skin was a bit pale, smooth and soft-looking. 

"Can I help you?" a pleasant but unexpected voice said, startling me. I looked over and saw the other clerk, a heavy-set young woman with a pleasant smile who was beaming over the counter at me.

"No!" I yelped. The sound made Maggie glance over curiously and I again lost all sense of where I was. Her eyes were just as gorgeous as the rest of her; round and big and very brown. I've always been into eyes. A pair of beautiful eyes can make me fall in love. My face heated up as I hastened to look away from her, focusing on the other clerk and adding, "N—no thank you. Just looking."

The other clerk smiled on, not seeming to notice how nervous I'd gotten. "Alrighty. Let me know if I can help you with anything," she said, wandering away.

I rushed from the counter, lurking towards the back of the store. As I browsed, my eyes kept moving back to the vision at the register. She seemed so self-assured. So at ease within herself. I envied her that. And it wasn't just her confidence or her beauty. She seemed really nice, like she would be easy to talk with. I was tempted to pick up a couple of games at random just so I would have an excuse to talk with her, but I decided to leave instead. Judging by the spectacle I'd made of myself earlier, I didn't think it would turn out well. 

Since that day I sort of made myself a regular at the store. I'd drop in about every other week or so. Usually on Friday and Saturday evenings, since I knew she would be working at those times. Sometimes I bought games, other times I just looked, sneaking peeks at Maggie whenever she wasn't looking, of course. I never got up the courage to really talk with her, but I got good at small talk. A few times we had light conversation about our taste in video games, new releases, movies, stuff like that. It was during one of these visits that I learned her name, when she answered the phone. It made me feel silly and high school to have a crush like this, but she always smiled and said "hi", so I enjoyed my visits.

I'd been single for a couple of years. I wasn't popular in high school. I hate to admit it, but I didn't have my first real girlfriend until I was nineteen. I ended up marrying her and we stayed married for seven years. We divorced since we'd grown apart and simply didn't enjoy each other's company anymore. She left me with some self-esteem issues. One of her favorite things to say was that I'd never find anyone who'd put up with me except for her. She belittled me constantly. I won't get into it more than that. Just know that by the time this story took place, I was thirty, lonely, and cripplingly shy. I had only been on one date since the divorce, and that had been a disaster. She spent the entire date talking about her sex life, didn't seem interested in anything I had to say, and ended the evening by bluntly informing me that she had no romantic feelings towards me. Ouch. So that didn't help my confidence any. I stayed away from the dating scene after that. That experience only served to underline what my ex had always said.

My friends continually tried to coax me out of my shell. A couple of them even tried to set me up with single friends of theirs, but I always found some excuse to back out. My best friend Lynn was convinced that Maggie (who she insisted on referring to as "that hot geek") was who I should be pursuing. I couldn't imagine a woman that beautiful and confident would want to waste her time with me, so I contented myself with my random visits to her store. I put it into words only once, over a bottle of wine with Lynn: "I'd rather have a pretty fantasy than a reality who doesn't want me." Lynn countered with "Cash in that fantasy for store credit, bro." (Yeah, she gets a tad sassy when she drinks.)

So that's where I was at the time. Lonely, pathetic and pining away for a pretty girl who I knew nothing about aside from her taste in video games. It was a sad life, but I didn't see any way out of it.

Coming out of my memories, I glanced behind the counter. (The side closest to me was open, the side furthest away was the glass display I mentioned before.) I was treated to the sight of Maggie crouching in front of one of the cabinets, looking over the alphabetized game discs. Her shirt (a blue flannel that night) had pulled up, exposing more of her back and the top edge of her ass crack. I tried to look away, but couldn't; at least not until she glanced over at me, giving me that cute half-smile again. There was no hiding that I'd been looking at her, but I tried anyway, shakily grabbing a game without looking at it. I pretended to study the back of the case intently, painfully aware that at this time of the evening we were completely alone in the store. She was the manager, and she usually closed by herself on the weekends. A lot of the usual patrons by this point would be at home drinking or out on the town. That was why most of my visits were during this time—I was more likely to get a brief chat with her rather than a smile and a nod like when the store was busy. 

"You know that game was designed mainly for six year-old girls, right?" Maggie asked sarcastically from directly behind me. I jumped and turned. While I'd been lost in my nervousness, she'd come over to see what had interested me so much. I looked at the front of the game case and my mouth dropped open when I saw Barbie's smiling, plastic face. I hastily put the game back on the rack. "Hey, I'm not here to judge you," she said dryly with a smirk. "I'm sure plenty of guys are into supermodels having horse-riding adventures." She elbowed me, adding, "That was a joke, son. Come on, Dan, at least give me a chuckle."

My surprise temporarily overcame my shyness. "How do you know my name?"

She shrugged. "You pay with your debit card. Your name comes up on my screen." She nodded towards the game I'd been pretending to be fascinated by. "So you weren't really interested in that game? Or are you gonna come back and buy it sometime when I'm not working?"

"No . . . I . . . er," I stammered lamely. I wanted desperately to run away, but couldn't come up with a way to do it without looking like more of an idiot than I already did. I'm sure my face was beet red.

"That was another joke, you dork. Am I making you . . . nervous?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Be honest."

"N—no. Of course not," I managed, smiling back at her. It felt more like a grimace, but it was the best I could do. I took a deep breath, trying to get my heart to settle down and the corners of my mouth to stop twitching. I couldn't think of a thing to say. I'd wanted for so long to catch her attention, and now that I had it, I was freaking out. Not good.

"Well. This might do the trick then," she said lightly, pivoting on her heel and crossing the room. When she got to the door, she pulled out the lanyard attached to her belt loop and locked the door with one of her dozens of keys. Then she pressed the button on the side of the neon open sign, which turned it off. She turned and regarded me silently from across the room, hands on her hips.

"Um," I said, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "If you're closing up early, I should probably be-- "

She interrupted me as she strolled casually back across the store. "I'd rather you stay. I have to do inventory tonight and it's sooo boring without company." She breezed past me and opened the door to the employee's only area, stepping through it. She leaned back out a moment later and glanced over at me, adding, "I'm sorry—I'm assuming you don't have plans since you're in a video game store on a Saturday night instead of bar hopping. If you've got somewhere to be, I can unlock the door and let you escape. " She grinned at me, crinkling her nose in an adorable way that served well to lighten what she'd said. "It's not like you're my . . . prisoner or anything." With that, she pulled herself back through the doorway, leaving without waiting for a response.  

Thoroughly baffled, I shook my head and followed her. I had no idea what was going on, but she was right—my "plans" for the night had been to grab some Chinese takeout and go home to watch stuff on my DVR before turning in for the night. Maybe have a couple beers. (Probably some porn later on, if I'm completely honest.) This was almost certain to be better than any of that, even if I was just going to watch her put tally marks on a clipboard. 

The main part of the back room appeared to be for stocking purposes. There were boxes everywhere. Tables with games and gaming systems laid out. A battered desk covered with paperwork. Maggie was nowhere to be seen. I glanced through a doorway and found a lounge area. There was a small refrigerator, a counter with a sink, a cafeteria table with some chairs, and a television bolted to the wall. There was also a full-size couch along the far wall. Maggie was sitting primly on the edge of the couch, hands folded in her lap, looking at me over the top of her glasses. "Guess you decided to stay?" she asked, patting the cushion next to her. 

I sat down, laughing shakily. "You didn't give me much choice, but yeah."

She smiled quietly back at me, not speaking for a moment. Then she said, "How come you never bring in any games to trade?" I was a little confused by the sudden shift in topic. "Um. I don't know."

She continued. "I was wondering because even though you don't always buy something when you come in, sometimes you do. But usually customers will bring those games back when they're done with them to trade for new one."

"Oh. I don't do that. I keep them."

"You don't like to let things go," she said. It wasn't really a question.

"No. I guess not," I agreed.

"Does that extend to other parts of your life too?" 

I felt myself blushing and looked around the room. "Yeah," I muttered.

She leaned closer to me, and as though pulled magnetically, my head tilted up and our eyes met. My heart was racing, my mouth felt dry. Everything seemed too quiet. Softly, she asked, "You don't really come here to look at games, do you, Dan?" My lips parted slightly, but I couldn't respond. Not verbally anyway. Somehow I managed to slowly shake my head. It was like I was in a trance.

I felt her hand cover mine and she smiled. God, that smile . . . how was it always able to make me forget who I was? "I didn't think so. What do you come here to see then?"

Still I couldn't look away. "You . . . " I said, and it came out almost like a breath. It took an incredible amount of effort to force the word out, and once I did it hung between us for a moment.

Her smile widened. She gave me a slight nod, as if this was the answer she'd been looking for. "It's okay to let things go," she whispered, her face slowly coming closer to mine, "if you're going to get something better out of the deal."

I opened my mouth to respond, even though I had no idea what I was going to say, but I never got the chance. We fell into a kiss. It had been so long since I'd kissed someone that I'd forgotten how warm and soft a girl's lips could be. And I'm still certain of this . . . no one had ever kissed me like Maggie did. There was something so insistent and . . . right about it. Like our lips were meant to meet up, if that makes sense. As we kissed, my hands stayed in my lap. I was a little afraid to touch her—I had a sense of unreality and my head was spinning from the sudden turn of events. I still couldn't grasp the fact that this was actually happening. The girl I'd fantasized about, had admired from afar, had gotten me alone in a room and was kissing me. And she'd initiated all of it. It was all too big to wrap my brain around.

After a bit, the hand she'd laid on top of mine clutched my hand tightly. Her other arm went around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. She parted my lips with hers and her tongue slid into my mouth, caressing my tongue. My cock was rock hard in my jeans. 

Maggie broke the kiss with a little gasp and pulled back slightly, enough to look at me. Her lovely eyes searched my face. "You want this?" she asked sweetly.

This time I was able to answer. "Yes," I said, my voice thick with desire.

She smiled at me, eyes half lidded, her face showing her feelings clearly. There was no way to mistake that expression for anything but naked wanting. "Then touch me." She released my hand and watched me expectantly.

Wanting to follow her request, I raised my right hand towards her. My hand was shaking a little, but I was determined, so I forced it steady before clutching her breast through her shirt. It was small and firm and perfect. At that moment I knew I could die happy. I had no idea how I could be so lucky that this beautiful woman was not only letting me touch her, but had actually asked me to . . . however, pondering my good fortune was the last thing on my mind. I had been given the go ahead, and I intended on making full use of it. My left hand gripped her other breast and she moaned softly in the back of her throat, letting her eyes close and her mouth drop open just a little. My fingers went to work on her buttons as I leaned forward, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her neck. She tilted her head, giving me better access. It seemed to take forever to get her shirt open, but as soon as I undid the last button she shrugged it off and reached behind her to undo her bra. My lips were still on her neck and I trailed down to her shoulder and over to her chest, down to one bared breast, kissing it and taking her nipple into my mouth. I licked and sucked on it lightly, enjoying the increasing moans I was drawing from her. I replaced my mouth with my hand as I moved my face to her other breast. 

Once satisfied, I pulled away and drank in the sight of her. Her firm breasts heaving with her panting breath, her eyes smoky with building lust, her lean form as she sat topless on the couch, watching me. She chuckled and said, "I guess you're getting over your shyness . . . "

I smirked and nodded, running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. I was amazed by how sexy Maggie was . . . everything about her was slender and graceful, all the lines and curves of her body working together to make her the most desirable woman I'd ever seen.

"You like what you see?" she asked, raising her eyebrows, her smile faltering.

"Very much," I agreed, shifting in my seat to try and relieve some of the awkwardness of how my erection was sitting. Although there was no way to adjust myself without being obvious, it turned out I didn't have to worry. She could tell what was bothering me.

Her smile returned as her eyes dropped to my crotch. "Mmm, I can tell you're being honest now," she said, reaching down without hesitation, gripping my cock through my jeans. "This . . . seems uncomfortable. Let me help?" she murmured, leaning over to unbutton and unzip my jeans. She kept her eyes on my face as she pulled my pants down enough to free my erection from its confinement and gently stroked up and down the length of it. I groaned at the sensation, and my reaction seemed to please her. She bit her bottom lip and explored me with her talented hands, never taking her eyes from mine. "Yeah," she whispered. "Much, much better."

I tried to agree with an "Mmhmm," but it turned into a moan as her pace increased. I could feel my orgasm coming on with startling quickness and tried to tell her to stop. All I could manage as my head fell against the back of the couch were mild and incoherent noises of protestation. 

"Don't worry, sweetie," Maggie whispered gently, not slowing her pace. "Go ahead and come when you need to. We're not done yet." I could hear the smile in her voice even though I couldn't lift my head to look at her. I relaxed, deciding to stop fighting it and just let it happen. I knew from experience that I'd have no trouble coming back for a second round, so it wasn't like the night would be over if I let her bring me off with her hand. 

My sexy companion had other ideas, though. Her words coming out in pants from the exertion and her own arousal, she quickly said, "Mmm, you're getting so close, aren't you sweetie? I can tell. You're so hard. But we can't have you making a mess on the company couch, now can we? What would my coworkers think? It's been awhile for you, hasn't it? Mmm. I bet there's going to be a lot of it, and it's going to get . . . every . . . where. Guess I'll just have to take care of the mess before it happens, huh?" This made me look up at her questioningly. She couldn't mean . . . 

She smiled at me one more time before leaning forward and guiding my straining cock into her warm, wet mouth. I gave a gasping cry as my orgasm hit, my hips involuntarily forced forward. She held me in her mouth with the hand that had remained around my base and tightened her lips around it, forming a seal so none of my copious flow could escape. It had indeed been awhile since I'd come, about a week or so, so my cum had built up. She was able to keep in all in, though, by rapidly swallowing and keeping a firm hold of me as I bucked under her. My hands caressed the back of her head, feeling her soft hair. The force of my release made it hard to focus, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of her drinking my cum. I had never shot off in someone's mouth before, and it was a whole new experience. It was mind-blowing. 


Store Credit



She continued sucking, drawing out the last of my sperm. Once she was satisfied the flow was done, she released me, giving me a couple more light strokes with her hand as she sat back, sighing contentedly. Her tongue flashed in the corner of her mouth, catching some of my fluids that were trying to escape as she finished swallowing. "Mmmmm. That was awesome," she said softly, her voice coming out as a purr. "So . . . now that the ice is broken, maybe you'd like to take a turn?" she asked hopefully, stretching her arm out and drawing a line with her finger on my still-covered knee.

Trying to catch my breath, I sat up and ran my eager hands over her body again, cupping her breasts briefly as I travelled down to her gently sloped belly and the tight jeans beneath it. She helped me to pull them down and my eyes widened as I hungrily took in the sight of her long, lithe legs as they were slowly revealed. Once I slipped her shoes off and pulled her jeans over her feet, she scooted back, stretching splayed out against the padded arm of the couch, her left leg hanging over the edge, her right laying along the length of the couch to my side. Letting her jeans drop to the floor, I ran my eyes over her body. She was quite a vision, lounging on the couch in just her lacy blue panties and looking at me over the frames of her glasses. Her eyes locked on mine, she reached behind her head and pulled the tie from her ponytail. She shook her head, letting her hair fall loose and then lay her head back. "Go ahead, sweetie," she whispered seductively. "Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours to play with."

The possibilities filled my head and I was very aware of my painfully rigid member . . . her words and the sight of her hadn't let my erection go down even a little. There was one option that raced to the front. I lowered my head between her perfectly-shaped spread legs and started kissing and licking her inner thighs. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my cheek and my cock throbbed and twitched with anticipation. She sighed and moaned, letting her arms fall to her sides, just lying there and enjoying my explorations. I could smell her wetness as it soaked her panties, and my head became light and giddy. This whole thing still felt unreal—like a dream. But I knew it had to be happening . . . none of my dreams had ever been this amazing.

I moved my mouth to the soaked crotch of her panties, pressing my lips against her covered pussy, savoring the scent of her arousal. She pressed firmly against me over and over, aching for skin on skin contact, but I made her wait. Just for a moment, though. I wanted it as badly as she did. The need to taste her, to plunge my tongue into her, was overwhelming. Slowly, teasingly, I slid her panties down. Over her rounded bottom, over her thighs. She had to lift her legs long enough for me to get them all the way off, then she spread again, opening herself to me. I drew myself back in, licking to either side of her petals. She wasn't shaved bare, but was neatly trimmed. She squirmed under my tongue's movements, anticipating the more direct contact that was to come. Finally, unable to stay away any longer, I pressed my lips to her folds, kissing her pussy lightly, then more firmly. My tongue snaked out and ran along her outer lips, dipping lightly inside her. I dragged my tongue up and out, taking a moment to taste her sweetness before going back for more. I pushed my tongue as far in as I could and felt her walls quiver. She moaned deeply and grew tense beneath me. Falling into a steady rhythm, I lapped upward, brushing against her hard clit, loving the moans I was eliciting from her. Abruptly she cried out, arching her back and clamping her thighs against my face. Her fluids practically poured from her as she exploded in orgasm. I drank what I could, letting the rest coat my chin. 

I smiled as I idly continued to lick her. I've always loved giving oral, but never had a woman react so intensely . . . or flow so much. I didn't want it to end. As she twitched with the aftershocks, I kept my mouth pressed to her pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue. She continued moaning and I could tell she was close again. I slipped one finger into her and she gave another loud cry as she climaxed again. She clutched my hair tightly with both hands, holding my face to her as though she was afraid I was planning on escaping. Her canal gripped my finger tightly as it spasmed and her cum flowed over my hand onto my waiting tongue. This climax seemed much more intense, and seemed to go on and on. 

Finally, gasping for breath, she pushed my face away, looking down at me intently, biting her lip again. When she had her breath back, she chuckled, and the chuckle turned into a near-hysterical giggle. I grinned at her, sucking her juice from my finger and then wiping my drenched chin with my shirt. I pulled my shirt off, stood up and removed my pants. When she had her composure back, she spoke with awe in her voice. "That . . . was amazing. Oh my god. I've never come like that in my life!"

I nodded. "You took my breath away. I hope you're not . . . tired out?"

She laughed, looking down at my still hard and ready cock. "Mmm," she murmured, smiling up at me. "Not even close. I still need to feel that thing in me." Her smile became mischievous. "Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like to fuck me until you come again? Would you like to make me come some more?"

I growled in response, crawling on top of her. I had another moment of unreality. How could this actually be happening? I pushed the feeling away and focused on her.

"Mmm, yeah, baby," she cooed, reaching between us and gripping my cock. "Fuck me good. Hard. Until I can't take it anymore."

Her words were driving me crazy, spurring me on. As she was still talking, I sank smoothly into her warm wetness, all the way in. Her words became garbled and turned into a moaning cry as she was shoved right into another intense orgasm. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me closely to her as she quaked with pleasure underneath me. When her tremors stopped, she breathed in my ear, "Ahh. Fuck!" Then she released me, spreading her legs wider and gripping my ass with her hands. I began to thrust into her. She was very tight, but so wet that the movement was effortless. The feeling of her insides clutching me and her hands pulling me into her with each thrust was incredible. I looked down at her and her eyes were blazing up at me, her mouth open to let out the most sensual noises. "Yeah," she breathed, digging her nails into my backside. "Faster. Harder. Pound it into me, Dan, ohh yeah. Like that!" 

I sped up at her request, driving into her harder and harder. Her hands trailed up my back and gripped my arms tightly. She bucked up against me, grinding her crotch into mine. Her moans became a wail as she came again, her eyes squeezing shut and her teeth clenching. I tried to keep my pace steady, but everything about fucking her was driving me wild, making me lose all control. She was clearly in the same state as me. Her eyelids were fluttering, her breasts heaving, her moans breathless. The sight of her so transformed with pleasure pushed me to the edge and I dove over it, continuing to thrust as I spurted into her, our cries mingling as our fluids were. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "Oh Maggie," I groaned, giving one last spasm as the last of my cum sprayed into her.

"Ahhh," she sighed, stroking my back as we lay there, letting the waves of pleasure taper off. 

After a bit I pulled out, sitting back, breathing deeply. I felt relaxed, all my built-up tension relieved. The break room smelled tantalizingly of sex. But the best part was the sight of my partner lounging next to me. She was smiling dreamily up at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded, lost in a contented haze. When she recovered enough to move, she looked over at me and grinned. Her hair was tousled, her face was red, and her eyes still burned with desire.

"I'm glad I could help you with your inventory," I said.

She chuckled, sitting up. "Honestly? Inventory is tomorrow night. I just wanted an excuse to get you back here. I've actually been planning this for months."

I smiled at her. "It worked. I doubt I ever would have made a move on my own."

"I had that feeling," she said, primly with a nod. "Well, now neither of us need any excuses." Her eyes widened abruptly and she looked down, making an exasperated noise. "Geez. After how hard I tried to keep this couch clean. Ugh."

My eyes followed hers and I saw a thick stream of my sperm seeping out of her and onto the cushion of the couch. "Oops," I said.

"Aww, I'll clean it up later. I still have some stuff to do around here anyway." She stretched, stifling a yawn. "Even though after all that, I'd much rather sleep than get back to work."

We dressed and returned to the front of the store. She walked me to the door and then stopped, grabbing my shoulder. "Oh. Wait here. I have something for you. No peeking." She rushed off to the counter and I looked out the glass of the door at the summer night. I knew it was a night I'd never forget, and it felt like the beginning of something new and exciting for both of us. At least I hoped so.

"Here you go," Maggie said, handing me a bag. "See you soon," she added, leaning over to give me a quick, but smoldering kiss, her tongue lapping against mine for the briefest of moments. Then she unlocked the door, patted me on the ass and turned away.

Once I got in my car, I reached into the bag. There was a game in there with a receipt tucked into the plastic of the case. I pulled it out and looked at it, not too surprised to find the supermodel horse game I'd pretended to look at earlier. It felt like months ago. I laughed, pulling out the receipt. Written on the back in Maggie's girly handwriting was this: "My treat. Have fun with it. And if, for some reason you don't like it, feel free to come back tomorrow night to trade it in for something we'll both enjoy."

I dropped the game back into the bag and started my car, smiling. I'd be sure to do just that. My mind had been changed about trade-ins.

Author's Note: Geeks are sexy. End of story.