4 comments/ 23581 views/ 7 favorites The Geek in Me By: amend Sam and Michelle had worked together for the Computer Science Department on campus for a few semesters. They knew each other mostly in passing and had had several interesting conversations, but for the most part their schedules had kept them from getting to know each other too well. Their last semester in college found them in the same project class together. When the Prof said that they would be picking their own teams for the project Michelle hoped that Sam and the other guys sitting around her would want to group together. She knew them from work and other classes, and knew that they would be dependable project partners. Thankfully, it seems that Sam had the same idea because as soon as they were released to choose their teams, he looked over at Michelle and then the other guys on the row and said, "Well, I think we've got our team right here." Over the weeks, the entire group fumbled along on starting the project while Sam and Michelle started spending more time together. They were working on creating the GUI for the program, and Michelle had more experience with programming from past projects. She agreed to meet up with Sam one Sunday night to start discussing a desired layout and go over the different components of creating basic windows and buttons. Michelle and Sam were always pretty easy going around one another. They had an ability to talk about anything with each other (which, I think, comes with age, openness, and acceptance about yourself). Michelle was the type of girl who wasn't shy about sex. She didn't blatantly tell other people her business, but she was known for her clever innuendos and well-timed 'That's what she said!'s. Sam had the same personality, and as he got to know Michelle a little better he seemed to open up as he understood that he wouldn't offend her by making those off-hand comments. As they worked together on the project, they slowly became more brazen with each other. Michelle would make a comment or snicker at something that could be misconstrued, and many times she would catch Sam making a double-take at her and realizing just how much of a perv she really was. That particular Sunday, while they were drawing out possible designs on the board in Sam's office, Michelle walked up to change something about the design, and Sam offered her the pen while he perched himself on the edge of his desk. The office was pretty tiny (they were just lowly undergrads, after all) so Sam was still pretty close to Michelle despite trying to stay out of her way. Michelle felt a little buzz of electricity has she stood next to Sam and tried to re-arrange the components of the interface into a more efficient form. When she finished the drawing, she purposely handed the pen back to Sam in a way that caused her hand to slide through his. When the buzz changed to a jolt, she looked up at Sam and could tell that he felt the same thing. They stayed in this position for what felt like a year while they both debated about going in for the kiss. I mean, damn...if just touching hands felt like that, what would touching lips feel like? But alas, both chickened out and quickly returned to their project work as if nothing had happened. They finished up their work for that night and agreed to meet again Wednesday night. After a rough start to the week, Sam and Michelle met up in the Software Engineering lab both exhausted and ready to pass out. They decided to opt out of the meeting that evening, and got in touch of their other group members to give them the heads-up. After sitting around to talk to other students in the lab (with more sexual jokes and comebacks thrown around, of course) they both decided to head out. Sam mentioned something about having to wait for a bus, so Michelle offered him a ride home instead. After a little bit of deliberation and encouragement from another student in the lab, Sam decided to take her up on the offer. The conversation on the way to her car was enjoyable, yet uneventful. When they got in and settled, Michelle put the car in reverse and started backing out of her spot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam checking behind her as well, and when she went to pull out of the garage he was also checking both ways. Taking this as a slight to her driving, Michelle reached over and smacked Sam, "Chill out, would ya? I know how to drive." What Michelle didn't expect was for Sam to actually catch her hand. There goes that jolt again. Michelle looked up at Sam and this time saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. Instead of letting go of her hand, he entwined it with his own and sat back like there was nothing wrong with this maneuver. A little taken-aback--but not entirely hating it--Michelle proceeded to head in the direction that Sam had said his apartment was. After a stop sign and a couple of lights, it was time for Michelle to drive down a crazy, winding road that ran along the campus, and she had to ask for her hand back. Sam let go of her hand, but countered by placing his own hand on her thigh. Michelle's head was absolutely buzzing from this new interaction, and it was all she could do to pay attention to the road and get Sam to his apartment safely. As she drove, his hand would slide up her leg just a little bit when she had to shift from the gas to the brake pedal or vice versa. And every time this happened, she was acutely aware of how warm his hand felt, and how hot it was making her body. Despite this new breakthrough, when Michelle got to Sam's apartment he thanked her for the ride and got out like nothing had happened. He double-checked that they were still meeting up the next morning at 8 a.m. to attack the project again, and headed up to his apartment. With her head swimming, Michelle drove back to her place already thinking about what she could wear to get back at Sam tomorrow. The next morning, Michelle decided to go with a loose skirt she loved but hugged her ass, some thigh-highs, and a new pair of slip-ons she had just bought. On top, she went with a loose black blouse over a well-fitting gray tank top--it showed off a little bit of cleavage without being trashy. The hardest decision of the morning was going with no underwear since she didn't want any panty lines if Sam decided to check her out. She ran to the main lab to get the key for the Software Engineering lab since they were technically opening it up early (perks of the job!). On the way up to the SE lab, she ran into Sam. While in the elevator, she could see Sam openly looking up and down her body and smiled to herself for being able to get that reaction out of him. At the lab, she opened up and got the alarm turned off. Sam was following her into the lab when she decided to be lazy and instead of walking around the main counter to put up the key, she just leaned over the counter and tried to find the handle to the drawer. Her being short and the counter being high meant she needed to stand on her tip-toes and lay across the counter to reach the other side. She heard the door close as she was still fumbling around for the handle and as she put the key in and closed the drawer she felt Sam step up behind her. He put his hands on her hips and pressed his body against her. When she tried to get up from lying across the counter, he gently held her down with one hand and started running his other across her ass. Since the only thing that separated them was some flimsy skirt material, Michelle could feel every move Sam made and her mind went fuzzy. She let out a soft moan, and Sam pressed himself a little harder into her ass. She could feel a bulge pressing against her and that only turned her on more. She pressed herself backwards against him, and she heard him make a sharp intake of breath while his hands clenched on her hip and in her hair. Using the hand that was now tangled up in her hair, he pulled her up against him and promptly bit down onto the base of her neck. Michelle had never had anyone do that to her before and she let out a little cry of surprise. At the same time, she realized how good it fucking felt and used her free hand to get tangled in his hair and press his mouth down to her harder. They quickly began a gyrating dance against each other--Sam with his mouth pressed against her neck, Michelle with her eyes closed and her head rolled back against his shoulder. When she decided that his mouth on her skin was no longer enough, she turned to face him and he promptly grabbed her and set her on top of the counter. In one fluid motion, he stepped between her legs, and she had them wrapped around his waist. They dove into a kiss so filled with passion and enthusiasm, they were quickly grasping for air and each other with growing intensity. Sam's hand had managed to find its way to Michelle's knee, and he began sliding it upwards moving her skirt out of the way. Michelle felt that heat from the other night growing in her body again, and this time she knew she wouldn't be let down. Sam's hand slowed as he reached the top of her thigh, and he seemed hesitant to take the interaction to the next level. Michelle grabbed him roughly and pulled him toward her tighter in an effort to beg him to keep going even though her mouth was preoccupied. Sam, thankfully, took the hint and moved his hand to graze his fingers along her slit. He let out a deep moan when he realized she was completely bare for him. The smooth skin of her lips welcomed his touch, and as he let one finger dip inside of the fold of those lips he could feel the wet heat his cock longed to enter. When his finger slid back up to the top of the fold, Michelle cried out as he swept across her clit. Enjoying the response he got from her, Sam moved his finger back over her clit and began massaging it with slow, light circles. Michelle's body rang with pleasure at his touch, and she allowed her head to rest against his shoulder. She held onto him with a fierce earnest and slowly started thrusting her hips to match the rhythm of his circles. Sam was incredibly aroused by the response he was getting out of Michelle. He loved the fact that he could make her lose control of herself and that she needed him for pleasure and support at the same time. He was damned determined to give her both! He added more pressure to the rubbing of her clit in small increments, and he could hear her breaths and moans changing in pace and intensity. Sam decided he was having too much fun with this and wanted to back off a bit so he could build it up again. He quickly changed back to just light pressure on her clit and started using a fast up and down motion to entice her. The quick gasp she made told him he had made the right decision. This time as he applied more pressure, he let his finger move down a little closer to that nice, warm pussy that was waiting for him. Sam noticed that Michelle would let out a moan every time he came close to slipping inside of her, and decided to give her just what she was asking for. The next time his finger slipped down her slit he let it dip right into her pussy. It was now her turn to bite down on his shoulder in surprise of the sudden penetration...and yet her hips reacted automatically by pushing herself toward him and driving his finger into her deeper. Sam's head started to spin as he felt her tight, hot pussy wrapped around just one finger and he knew how amazing it would feel to sink his now-throbbing cock into it. In an attempt to create more of this tightness, Sam didn't hesitate to add another finger into her pussy. Michelle's body reacted the same way as before and drew him in as far as it could. Sam closed his eyes and focused on the way her pussy felt, and the way it felt to have her clinging onto him for dear life. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of Michelle. He felt her hot breath against his chest as her pants matched his rhythmic thrusting. Before she could get too used to the sensations, he placed his thumb back on her clit and made sure to rub it every time he thrust back into her pussy. This was about all Michelle could take. With the combination of his fingers and his rubbing her clit, her orgasm built up so much faster than she had ever felt before. She could feel that growing tightness deep inside of her and the muscles in her legs and shoulders began to clench. She couldn't stop herself as she began to mutter, "Oh God, oh God, oh God....oh...God..." With those words, Sam thrust his fingers in a final time and pressed hard against her clit. Michelle began to come all around him and he got lost in the sensation. He could feel her pussy pulsing all around his fingers as the warmth of her cum washed over his hand. When the pulsing slowed to a stop, he withdrew slowly and took a step back. Michelle now looked back at him with her eyes glazed over, and a stupid half-smile on her face. He let her know he was going to head to the bathroom and she numbly nodded her head. When he left, Michelle shook her head to get her brain back in its rightful place and slid off of the counter. She felt that the back of her skirt was a little wet, but it was a dark material that would dry soon enough. She finished opening up the lab, and was seated at a computer by the time Sam came back in. They gave each other a sly smile as the rightful lab attendant just happened to follow Sam into the lab (thank goodness he didn't show up five minutes earlier!), and they got to work on the project. Michelle was now back to square one....how was she going to get back at Sam for this one? The Geek in Me Ch. 02 The next few weeks flew by thanks to work, school, and job fairs. There wasn't much of a noticeable difference in Michelle and Sam's "relationship" except their ability to find excuses to be around each other. Michelle began to crave Sam's presence, and would go to almost any length to have it. She had spent many, many nights reliving that morning in the privacy of her shower. Each time she reached another orgasm thanks to Sam, she realized how badly she needed to even the score. At the same time, she really didn't want to force anything along. The worst thing she could do is introduce a level of awkwardness to their relationship. Thankfully, the opportunity arose all on its own one Thursday night. Michelle was walking back from a late lab when she received a text from Sam: "Please tell me you're still on campus..." Michelle messaged him back to say that she was, and that she was heading back toward their offices. Sam responded asking her to meet him at his office whenever she was done with what she needed to do. Michelle's body jumped to a new level of excitement as she finished her trek across campus. The building their offices were in was always empty by this time of night. They'd finally have some alone time together again. Michelle dropped her stuff off and walked down the hall to knock on Sam's door. He had it cracked open so she let herself in. Sam was sitting at his desk listening to music and grading papers. Michelle snuck up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Sam about jumped 10 feet in the air. Michelle busted out laughing at Sam's extreme reaction as he remarked, "You scared the shit out of me!" Michelle looked down at what Sam was grading. "Yuck, linked lists. How long have you been working on this?" Sam commented that he'd been going at it for about two hours and he was ready to 'accidentally lose' the rest. Suddenly, a great idea came to Michelle...a way she could get him relaxed and they could both enjoy themselves. "Why don't you sit back down and get comfortable?" she asked him. Sam gave her a quizzical look but went ahead and did was she said. Michelle turned around and flicked off the lights. "What the hell?" Sam asked. "No more grading, just relax," Michelle told him. As she bent over to turn off his monitor, she purposely pressed her breasts against his back. Sam exhaled a small sigh and let himself succumb to her directive. Michelle stood behind Sam's chair and again placed her hands on his shoulders. Sam tensed up at first, but gradually began to relax as Michelle massaged the stress from his muscles. Michelle had this secret when it came to giving massages. She believed in the transfer of energy through touch, so she liked to fantasize about the most sensual things she could think of. This made her release all of the thoughts that were holding her back from focusing only on the task at hand. And as a result, her body and hands moved to instincts that were far more primal than calculated. With her eyes closed and her thoughts racing about all of the things she wanted to do to Sam, Michelle's hands began to dance back and forth between massaging Sam's shoulders and back to lightly running her nails over the same area and up through his hair. Sam began to let out soft moans of pleasure, and this helped Michelle get lost in the massage even more. With her thoughts flying everywhere, Michelle was surprised when Sam spun his chair around and pulled her down into his lap. His hands found her face in the dark, and then his lips found hers. They kissed passionately and thoroughly. Every time one of them paused to take a breath, the other would take charge and use their tongue or mouth to bring about some new pleasure. Michelle did this thing where she would suck on Sam's bottom lip and nip it gently with her teeth, and it was driving him crazy. Below her, Michelle felt Sam growing harder and she vowed that she was not going to let that cock get away from her this time. Before Sam could start running the show like last time, Michelle took charge. She climbed off of Sam's lap (while still trying to kiss him, mind you) and unabashedly placed her hand on Sam's cock. Sam moaned into Michelle's mouth, and she took this as all of the encouragement she needed to start massaging him through his pants. She couldn't wait to get him free, but also didn't want to push things too quickly. Sam had taken his time with her, so she was going to do the same to him. She alternated between rubbing/massaging him, and just lightly running her fingers along his length in random patterns. Sam's moans were growing as this continued, and Michelle decided it was time for her to make much better use of her mouth... Without a word she settled to her knees in front of Sam, and began to undo his belt and the button to his pants. Sam's eyes were wide with excitement as she moved on to unzipping him with a painful slowness (that was probably actually pretty fast if his brain had been capable of processing events in real-time). Sam put his hands on either side of the chair and picked himself up a bit so Michelle could slide his pants down. Sitting there in just his boxers, all breath left his body when Michelle's mouth was suddenly pressed against the outside of the material. The pressure...the warmth, damn it felt good. Michelle teased Sam a bit by kissing along the inside of his thighs. She nipped at the soft flesh of his legs and made up for it by licking the spot afterward. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and Sam eagerly picked himself up again so she could also pull those out of the way. Michelle helped Sam get his shoes, pants, and boxers all the way off so that he'd have nothing restraining him from just sitting back and enjoying the ride. As he got settled in again, he looked down at Michelle. His eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and he could see the small smile she had as her eyes looked right back at him. In an instant he realized two things: that she must have been planning this, and that she was really enjoying herself. Both thoughts turned him on even more (well after he thought that was possible). Michelle was absolutely thrilled to be at the moment she had been waiting for. Softly, she took Sam's cock into her hand. She loved the way that the skin felt so smooth while he was so hard at the same time. As she lightly ran her hand up and down it, Sam let his head fall back onto the chair and he closed his eyes, trying to do exactly what she had told him in the first place—relax. With her hands now taking turns to massage his cock, he wasn't sure how long he would be able to accomplish that simple task. Since Sam wasn't watching Michelle's moves, he was again taken by surprise when suddenly her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He let out a loud moan as the sensation washed over him and was promptly given a stern, "Shhh!" With her head still buried in his lap, Michelle admonished Sam, "Get too loud and you might get us caught, and I'm NOT about to lose my job. Keep that up and I'm going to stop... You don't want me to stop, do you?" Sam looked down to see if she was serious, and saw that mischievous glint again. Michelle said to him, "I find it really hot when a guy pulls my hair if something feels good, how about we try that?" In one swift motion, she used one of her hands to wrap her hair up in a tight spiral. "Will you hold this for me?" she asked. Sam almost laughed to himself—where does she get off acting innocent with one hand wrapped around his cock and her mouth about to follow? Sam gladly took the coil of hair in his hand and held onto it for dear life as Michelle instantly jumped into bobbing her head up and down on the first couple of inches of his cock. Her hand held the base tightly, but Sam found himself wanting more of the warm heat of her mouth wrapped around him. Without even realizing he was doing it, Sam started using the hand holding her hair to press her mouth further down on his cock. Michelle was more than happy to willingly oblige. She loved it when the man took control and was able to show her how he wanted to be pleased. She released his cock and moved both hands to his hips to steady herself. With Sam now fucking Michelle's mouth in a steady yet unhurried pace, and Michelle grabbing his hips and almost pulling him forward, Sam was overcome with the desire expressed by Michelle. So this is what it felt like to get head from a girl who actually wanted to do it? He would never be able to go back to the average blowjob again. The feelings, the sensations—they were unmatchable. After letting Sam have some fun in control, Michelle took back over by placing her hands back on his cock. With one hand she massaged up and down in time with her mouth, and with the other hand she lightly tugged on Sam's balls. The tingling in Sam's body began to build up as she found a rhythm that his cock was quite happy with. Knowing that Sam was getting close to cumming, Michelle changed into 'frenzy' mode. She cleared her mind and thought about nothing else than tasting every little bit of Sam she could get a hold of. To Sam it almost felt like Michelle's tongue was everywhere at once—wrapped around the head of his cock, sliding along the base when he was deep enough in her mouth to hit the back of her throat, licking his balls as she continued to jack him off. Sam gripped her hair tighter as the sensations continued to build and build. The pulling on her hair caused Michelle to moan and this pushed Sam closer to the edge. She once again took up the rhythm of sucking on as much of him as she could get in at that pace and using her hand to cover the rest. As Sam felt his grip on reality starting to slip, he grabbed her head with both hands and thrust his cock into her mouth. "I'm....about to.....cum..." Sam managed to pant out, and Michelle gave him a big moan and squeeze to signal that she wanted him to cum in her mouth. That did it. As Sam began shooting his load into her mouth, Michelle pressed her tongue against the tip which somehow caused it to intensify the feeling of release. Michelle continued to milk his cock until she was sure that she got it all, then slowly she let him slide out of her mouth. She threw her head back and swallowed, and used the back of her hand to wipe off the sides of her mouth. Sam sat in the chair in a pleasant state of after-shock as Michelle leaned forward and gave his cock a soft kiss and darted her tongue out to grab the last little bit of cum that had seeped out. She rummaged around the pile of clothes, found his boxers, and turned them around right so he could get them back on; next followed his pants, then his shoes. When Sam was back to a rightful state of dress, Michelle stood up and Sam pulled her back down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his head against the chest. "That was the hottest thing ANYONE has ever done for me," he told Michelle. Michelle smiled and asked, "So what did you text me for anyway?" "Oh, " Sam replied, "I just needed a ride home."