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Geek

By: glamorous_bitch



She was a computer geek.

Imagine, one of those girls with long, beautiful hair pulled back at the base of her neck, wire-rimmed glasses hiding shimmering green eyes, and long legs that were always masked by dull gray slacks, day in and day out. I watched her, from a distance, silently undressing her with my eyes.

I just bet she was a virgin, too.

She kept company with other computer geeks. Guys that looked like they still lived in their mother's basement, pimply-faced boys with shiny, oily faces that stuffed their faces with Cheetos and Snickers bars. All this while they typed code and argued over Magic cards. She was almost like a diamond in the rough, the way she didn't fit in.

She did fit in, though. She was one of them.

I listened to her, keeping up with their incessant chatter about medieval fairs and card tournaments. I heard her plans for the next comic book convention, how she was going to get some illustrator's autograph. I saw how her eyes shone as she spoke of these things. I saw how the boys around her eyed her voluptuous breasts, how they ogled her, but respected her. They knew that they couldn't get their grubby, potato chip encrusted paws on her.

She was perfect. They knew it. So did I.

I sat across the computer lab, pretending to write an essay. Mentally, though, I was storing my mind's footage of her, sexy in such an unattractive way. I wondered if she had ever seen anyone besides her immediate family naked. I wondered what she did to herself in bed at night. I wondered if she dreamed of being fucked.

Most of all, I dreamed about fucking her.

I had been following her for seven nights now, ever since I first bumped into her in the hallway. It had been crowded, between classes, with college students running everywhere, trying desperately to make it somewhere on time. I'd just come from the tech wing's men's bathroom, where I'd just finished fucking my roommate's girlfriend. It'd been a fling we'd been having for a while now. The fucking was good, the scenery was not. I'd left unsatisfied, having had to wrap my swollen cock in dampened paper towels to bring it back to its normal limp form, making it okay for me to be in public again.

My mind in other places, I bumped into her in the hallway there. She'd been carrying a stack of computer manuals and a few of them fell to the floor. I bent down to retrieve them for her and muttered a quick apology. Such fire that sprang from her eyes then, such ferocity.

"Whatever," she'd snapped, and snatched the books viciously from my hands, making her way quickly down the hall and away from me.

Oh, but I was mesmerized. She was such…such a geek, but damn, did that ass wiggle as she made her way away from me and towards the computer lab.

I skipped my last class that day and pretended to write an essay in the computer lab, just as I was doing now. I'd watched her there, quietly outgoing, chattering away about asinine things like Dungeons and Dragons and old episodes of Star Trek. I followed her home that night too, watched her let herself into her darkened one bedroom apartment a few miles from the university. That's where I've gone every night for the last week…I've watched her there, cooking dinner for one, reading her thick, tiny-printed computer manuals or gaming books, and going to bed.

Those were the moments I loved the most—watching her get ready for bed.

She wore the same tee shirt to bed every night, unalluring and not in the least bit sexy. It was the preparation, though, that I adored. She would traipse around her apartment, blinds open for all of god's creation to see, completely nude. I would watch her pin her hair long, gorgeous hair up, brush her teeth, and wash her face. I watched her slip on the same shirt each night, rubbing my cock in my hands in silent fascination.

Tonight would be no different, I reasoned with myself. It was not the night. Tonight I would keep watching and soon, perhaps even tomorrow, I would take her.

Suddenly, the group moved. She was leaving, and the lab was closing. It was nearing eleven o'clock and the lab monitor was going around the room shutting down all the unused computers. I snapped shut the study guide that I hadn't looked at once and saved a document that had no more than three lines written on it. I made sure to save it onto my floppy disk and not the hard drive. Sure, they wouldn't assume anything beyond a little college tomfoolery, but the last thing I needed was someone to read my simple credo:

I WILL FUCK HER. I WILL FUCK HER. I WILL FUCK HER.

Fuck her I would. Tonight, though…tonight, I would just watch. I needed more anticipation. I needed the right moment.

I walked from the computer lab out to the misty, evening parking lot. My car was close by to hers, but not by much. I didn't want her to grow suspicious. I pretended to stumble over my keys as I watched her get in and drive away. I let myself into my car and now, safe and alone, looked down at the throbbing cock held back only by my khaki pants.

"Cool your jets," I said to my crotch. "You'll get yours."

I didn't follow her to her apartment. That much would become too obvious. Instead, I first stopped at the gas station, filled my tank, and got a soda. Then I made my to her apartment complex, a small four-plex near the woods. I parked in back as usual, next to the dumpster, with a clear view of her bedroom and kitchen. She was getting ready for bed again, and I slinked down in my seat, taking furtive sips from the soda with one hand, stroking my hard on with another.

She had already gotten undressed, her hair pinned up on her head. I saw her go into the bathroom, her naked buttocks jiggling as she brushed her teeth. My cock jerked in my hands, angry at not being able to be closer to the creature we were watching. I quelled it a bit by pulling on it harder, speeding up the rhythm. She was coming back into the bedroom now, but stopped. She leaned against the door to the bathroom and a hand slipped down her body, out of my view. I sat as high up in the car seat as I dared, and from her movements, I could tell that she was touching herself. Her eyes slipped closed and a lusty smile came over her lips.

I began to stroke my cock faster, harder. This was such a pleasant surprise, to see her enjoying herself. With a good pair of binoculars, I supposed I could see a rosy flush come across her face, but from my distance, I could only imagine. 

She began to wiggle against the doorframe then, as though an itch had seized her back. I imagined that she had a few fingers in that virgin pussy of hers, wet with slick, sweet pussy juices. Her neck arched back against the frame, her breasts jutting forward and she jerked a bit, then slid further down the frame towards the floor.

It was more than I could take. A deep groan broke the silence of the car and my cock gushed hot cum onto my once spotless khakis. My hands became sticky with it. All the while, though, I kept my eyes on that gorgeous body in the window, now standing up. She walked over to the light switch and flicked it off. The show was over.

I reached over to the passenger side seat and grabbed a few napkins, wiping up the mess I had made the best I could. If I didn't turn on the car and leave now, I wouldn't be able to resist the animalistic urge to break into that apartment and fuck her hard and raw right then and there.

"Not now," I told myself. "Soon."

The next day, I woke hungry for her. My roommate's girlfriend would have to do. My roommate was already gone to work and his redheaded, slender girlfriend was sleeping peacefully naked in his bed. I made my way, silently, into the room and slid into bed next to her. I was naked except for my hard cock.

She woke up slowly to my fingers probing her moistened pussy. She was a good fuck and an easy one at that. Before her eyes opened, she was already reacting to my touch, licking her lips and moving with me. I gave up on the foreplay quickly, choosing instead to cram my hardness all the way into her. I was a little rough, I'll admit, and the look of surprise in her eyes was only fuel to my fire. Who I really wanted to fuck was that pretty little geek girl in the computer lab. This redheaded slut would have to do.

Without a word, I grabbed onto her hips and forced myself in as far as her pussy would take me. Her mouth made a round O as I rammed into her, time and again. She began to moan louder and louder as a sudden, shattering orgasm came over her. I felt her pussy muscles constrict against my cock. My fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, I beat myself into her, making her shake with each thrust. I could tell I was bruising her, perhaps even hurting her, but I didn't care. I wanted this pussy to belong that brunette geek so badly that I could taste it at the back of my throat. Finally, I could feel myself cumming, almost in desperation it seemed. I pulled out of that raw, red-haired pussy and shot my load across her belly.

"That was great," she said, her eyes wondering. "Thanks for waking me up."

I just grinned and stood up, my cock slowly returning to its normal state. I left her there, cum drying just above her belly button. As I left the room, I saw her grimace as she found a towel on the floor to wipe herself off with.

After a shower and a quick breakfast, I headed back to the university. I sat through a few of my classes, attended a meeting of some organization I'd joined for good measure, and soon, by early evening, found myself making my way to the computer lab again. She was there, as usual, amongst her fellow geek friends. Their conversation was the same as always, meaningless drivel that meant nothing to me. The moist pussy between those slender legs meant more.

I WILL FUCK HER, I typed. I WILL FUCK HER.

TONIGHT, I added, with a slight smile.

I WILL FUCK HER TONIGHT.

She left early that night, surprising me. It was even close to closing time for the lab, but around eight, I saw her pick up her books and bid her farewells to her friends. I gave it a few minutes before I picked up my own books and left as well. I crossed my fingers that she was just tired and going home early. The last thing I needed was a monkey wrench in my night's plans.

She was just driving out of the parking lot when I approached my own car. I got in quickly and made my way to her apartment complex. Perhaps I was a bit eager. Whatever it was, I nearly tailed her the whole way there. I saw her glance in her rear view mirror a couple times. To throw her off, I passed her little four-plex as she pulled in, speeding off to make it look as though I were simply another jackass on the road, wanting to pass her by.

Oh god, though, I didn't want to.

After a couple minutes, I pulled into a driveway to turn around. A motion detector light came on and I ignored it, pulling back out into the street and back in the direction of her apartment. I parked in the same spot, next to the dumpster, with open view of her bedroom. She was on the phone, in that same old tee shirt. I could see her mouth moving rapidly, silent words filling the room in front of me. I waited until she hung up the phone to get out of my car and approach her front door.

The doorbell was louder than I imagined. There was a pause and a scuffle as I imagined she threw a pair of pants on. I nonchalantly placed my palm over the door's peephole, blocking any sight of me. Frantically, I wondered if she had a privacy chain on her door and hoped against it. The stars must have been shining on me that night, because when she opened the door, it opened freely on its hinges.

"Wha…?" was all she got out before I clamped one strong hand over her mouth and pushed her into the dimly lit living room. I quickly shut and locked the door behind me.

"You don't know me," I said quietly, trying to mask my excitement. "But I know you. I've been watching you."

She struggled to say something under my hand, but I tightened my grip and used my other hand to pull her closer to my body. "If you just play nice," I explained evenly, "this will be a gorgeous night for the both of us."

I felt her cringe in my embrace. I pulled her in closer. "I'm going to pull my hand from your mouth," I said. "If you scream, I'll hurt you. If you fight, I'll hurt you worse. If you just work with me, this'll be the best night of your life."

I slowly pulled my hand from her mouth. As I did so, she bit my pinkie finger. A sharp jolt of pain shot through it and I pulled my hand back quickly and slapped her hard across her face. Her glasses shifted down her nose, nearly falling off. I took them off and threw them to the floor.

"I told you to behave," I said, as tears sprang from her eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. Believe that." I gripped her hard against me, my hard, throbbing cock against her inner thigh.

"I just want to fuck you," I whispered into her ear and pushed into her, making her back her way into the darkened bedroom.

Her bed was close to the doorway and I threw her there, her tiny frame nearly bouncing back off. How quiet she was, nearly shaking in fear. It made my cock throb more. This was it. I was finally going to have her, one way or another.

"Take off that damned tee shirt," I commanded, as I unfastened the buttons on my jeans. "And those silly sweat pants. Take off everything."

She didn't move, only stared at me from the bed, with a somewhat accusatory glare. "Take it off," I demanded again. "Or I'll rip it all off."

She finally moved, then. She lifted her shirt above her head, exposing her voluptuous breasts, nipples already hard, against her own will. She must have noticed it, because she became very shy then, trying to cover her tits with her arm as she peeled off the sweat pants. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Planning on playing with ourselves tonight, were we?" I asked. Her eyes were wide and surprised. "Oh yes, I know all about it," I replied to her silent question. "I saw you last night, leaning against the door, your fingers in your pussy. You don't know how hard it was not to burst through the window and take you then."

Her mouth was slack in surprise. "Why do you keep those blinds open, dear?" I asked, walking over to the window and dripping the blinds, blocking the rest of the world from my victory. "Are you just waiting for someone like me to come along and take your cherry?"

"I never thought…" she begin, but her mouth snapped shut. She wasn't going to give me the privilege of her words.

I dropped my pants to my feet, hooked my thumbs into my boxers and dropped them to the floor as well. My nine inch hard-on sprang out for her to see. Her eyes went wide, beginning to understand what it was that I was here for. She shrank back on the bed, eyes rimmed with tears.

"Don't cry," I told her, crawling across the bed until I was above her. "I want this to be beautiful for both of us."

I planted a hard, probing kiss on her mouth. She backed away from it at first, until I laid down on top of her, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth. Almost involuntarily, she began to respond, her tongue probing my mouth as well.

We lay like that for awhile, our tongues finding each other's, touching in the warmth of each other's mouths. Finally, when I had had enough, I raised myself up onto my elbows. I took one hand and fondled her right breast. Her nipples were hard and extended now, ripe for touching. I pinched the right one between my thumb and forefinger, savoring the way it felt in my grip. She moaned against her will, her eyes still wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation…and another emotion…pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked softly.

"No…" she said quietly. "No…please…please stop." Her lusty tone betrayed her, though.

I brought my lips to the nipple now, sucking it gently into my mouth, nibbling on it with my front teeth. She shuddered a bit and I knew I was bring her around in all the right ways. I began a slow circle around her nipple with my tongue, flicking it and nibbling at it periodically. Her breaths became ragged in her throat. I brought my other hand to her pussy and parted the pink lips. A gasp shot through her and she tried to sit up.

"No, stop, please!" she said loudly. I pushed her back down on the bed.

"No," I said. "Just lay there. Let me touch it. You'll like it as much as you're liking me play with your tits."

"No…," she moaned, but obeyed my command to lie back down. I opened those moist lips further and found her glistening virgin hole, pink and waiting. Waiting for me.

I started out with my middle finger, probing into her pussy, feeling the walls of her inner virginity. She was tight and with just that one finger in her, I could feel her pussy tighten further. Still sucking greedily on her nipple, I forced another finger into her. She made a small yelping noise as my second finger ground its way into her, twisting and making its way up her wet hole. With my thumb, I found her clit, peeking out from its hood. It was pink and sweet looking, moistened and almost hungering for my touch.

I began to make small circles around it with my thumb, pressing into it occasionally. Her moans became more regular and her body, against its will, began to move a slow and steady grind against my hands, working their magic in her most private places. I nibbled into her nipple harder, enjoying the rocking motion I was getting out of her. I moved over to the left breast, fondling it roughly, extending the nipple with my forefinger and thumb again. I pulled into my mouth just as greedily as I had the first one. I kept up the rhythm in her pussy, too, running my fingers into it, thumb playing with her clit. Her breaths became sharp and closer together.

"You really sound you're liking this," I said in between suckles. 

"Noooo…," she moaned. "No, you should stop!"

I jammed a third finger into her wet, throbbing cunt. She shrieked and shuddered there on the bed. "I don't think so," I told her. "I think you want more."

Her eyes opened suddenly, going quickly from half-lidded to wide-open. "Wha…what do you mean…more?" she asked quietly, her voice shaking.

I rammed my three fingers harder into her cunt, making the tit I was sucking on bounce. I looked up at her. "I think you want this," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling it to my stiff cock.

She gasped as I wrapped her little fingers around its hardness. I helped her jerk on it, pull on it, as it throbbed in her hand.

I moved my head away from her chest and pulled my fingers from her dripping pussy. I brought the sopping fingers to her mouth and ran them along her lips. She tried to move her head away, but I forced the fingers into her mouth.

"Suck on them," I told her. "Suck on them and taste your nasty juices."

She gagged a bit at first, but eventually her eyes slipped closed again as she cleaned her sweet pussy juices from my fingers. Soon, I didn't have to help her hand around my cock. Soon she reached a rhythm of her own, bucking her hips slightly with me. I pulled my fingers from her mouth before she lick all of the juices away and placed one, delicious finger into my own mouth.

"Mmmm…," I said, slowly pulling my finger back out, savoring the taste of her pussy. "You taste wonderful, don't you think?

"Ye…no…oh, this is so wrong…," she moaned, trying to stop the bucking motion of her hips, but failing miserably.

"Oh, but it's so right," I countered. I kissed her hard on her lips, still glistening with her own juices. Her tongue reacted immediately, caressing my own, probing into my mouth as I probed hers. I reached down and stopped the hand stroking my cock.

As the kiss broke, she looked at me, eyes wondering what would come next. I loved this feeling of absolute control over her. I smiled sweetly at her.

"Now, you're going to taste me."


Geek Girl Cleans Up



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She'd been coming into the bookstore I managed for a long time, always heading directly to the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section. She looked like a typical fantasy-freak—someone who spoke fluent Elvish and could quote chapter and verse from every Star Trek/Star Wars script and Harry Potter book ever written. She wore glasses, brown hair in braids on either side of her head; a black tank-top, baggy jeans and Doc Martens. If you looked more closely you might notice the full breasts under the tank-top and wonder if the rest of her figure was as nice beneath the jeans, but chances are you wouldn't because she always had her face buried in a book.

I wouldn't have noticed her myself except that I suspected that she often left the store with more books than she was paying for.

And today I was sure of it. She always waited until closing time to pay for her purchases. And sometimes from my raised position behind the counter, out of the corner of my eye I'd seen her duck behind one of the free-standing shelves with a stack of books while I'd been ringing up the last-minute rush of customers. It was usually just for a moment but often it seemed that when she emerged she was carrying fewer books than before. Today, without appearing to, I'd kept tabs on how many books she was carrying at any given moment, and sure enough when she did her disappearing act she reappeared without the new hard-cover William Shatner Trek adventure she'd been carrying.

She was the last one in line, as she often was. I waited until all the other customers had paid for their purchases, and when she had placed a couple of cheap paperbacks on the counter and had her purse open, I held up one finger and said, "I'll be right back."

Then I quickly stepped over to the door and locked it behind the last departing customer, and pulled down the shades for both the door and the display-window. She stared at me as I walked back towards her. Instead of stepping back up behind the register, however, I walked past and then behind her. Sure enough, outlined beneath the back of her tank-top, there was the missing book—stuck into the waistband of her jeans.

In one continuous motion I jerked up the back of her shirt and plucked the book from her waistband. And when she gasped and whirled to face me I reached into her open purse and deftly removed her wallet, which I carried back behind the counter with me.

I pushed the paperbacks to one side and slapped the purloined book down on the counter. "Well, let's see," I said, unsnapping her wallet and extracting her driver's license. "You're name is Ellen Norvald, you live at 128 South High Street and you're..."—I glanced down at her date of birth—"Oh yes, I'd say more than old enough to go to jail."

Her eyes were blank behind her glasses, and she seemed frozen in place. She said nothing...not until I actually turned and picked up the phone. Then she said, "No!" but it came out as little more than a strangled squeak.

I put the phone back on the hook, turned back and rested my hands on the counter, looking down at her. "No?" was all I said.

"I...I'll pay for it, okay?' Her voice was closer to human but still seemed to tremble.

"Hmm..." I looked idly through her purse. "No credit cards..." I remembered suddenly that she had always paid cash. "...And, let's see...five, six, seven dollars." I looked at her and raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"I'll write you a check!" Her voice had gone squeaky again.

"Oh, I don't think so, Ellen—you've proved yourself so trustworthy already."

I turned back towards the phone, provoking a gasp from her, but I had already decided what I would do. I stopped as if struck by a sudden thought and turned back to her. "I'll tell you what, though—you could work off what you owe me."

"Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered through trembling lips.

"Well, there's a lot of stuff that I usually have to do here—vacuuming, dusting off the tables, general straightening up...you could do that."

"That's...that's all I'd have to do?" She seemed to relax a fraction and I saw some hope come back into her eyes.

"Yes, I think that would about do it. I'll be watching you, of course, to make sure you do a good job..." She nodded her agreement eagerly. "And..." I pointed at her for emphasis, "...you'll be naked."

...A long silence. She stared at me, eyes wide behind her glasses. I waited for her to protest, to plead with me, but instead the expression in her eyes gradually changed to a look of consideration. She seemed to be looking at me, not as the guy behind the counter, but as a person. As a man.

The faintest hint of a smile began to play around her lips.

"Okay," she said softly, and pulled her tank-top over her head.

I was taken aback, first by the suddenness of her acquiescence and then by the loveliness of her breasts as they appeared, nestled in a black brassiere, from beneath her shirt. She tossed the shirt carelessly onto the counter in front of me. Then, after a glance at the door and window to be sure the shades were fully down, the brassiere was added to the heap.

She stopped for a moment, standing with her arms at her sides and looking up at me with that same crooked little smile, as if gauging my reaction. Then she slowly bent forward, her breasts barely changing shape as she reached down to unfasten her shoes. She pulled them off, followed by her socks, leaving them on the floor in front of the counter before straightening up again.

Somehow in the middle of this the sense of control seemed to have changed hands. I suddenly felt, not as if she were doing what I had told her to do, but as if she had arranged the whole situation for her own pleasure and was enjoying making me stand there watching.

This sensation was heightened when, holding my gaze, she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor, where she stepped out of them and kicked them carelessly aside.

Her panties were black as well, but with some sort of pattern that I couldn't make out from where I was standing. It looked sort of like big, silver polka-dots, but there was something odd about their shape. There was some kind of lettering as well, also indecipherable to me. She saw me staring at her panties, looked down and then quickly back up and grinned sheepishly, looking embarrassed for the first time since she'd started taking her clothes off.

She stepped up behind the counter and stood in front of me with her feet apart and her hands behind her back, giving me a closer look. It took me a moment to tear my eyes away from her breasts, now so fetchingly presented to me, but when I did look down what I'd thought were polka-dots resolved into a pattern of spaceships—specifically, the Starship Enterprise. And the lettering—some sort of futuristic font, printed in what appeared to be glow-in-the-dark yellow—formed a downward-pointing triangle just over her pubic region. It read:

"TO BOLDLY GO

WHERE NO MAN

HAS GONE

BEFORE"

Distracted as I was by everything else that was happening I had to smile at this example of first-class geekdom. She smiled back, then froze my smile in place by hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and dropping them to her feet, stepping out of them, picking them up and handing them to me. She was now completely naked, but I barely noticed because she immediately reached out and began unfastening my belt. My mouth dropped open...and her panties hit the floor for the second time in under a minute.

She had that same little crooked smile, and she looked into my eyes and not at what she was doing, enjoying my stunned expression as she unzipped me and pulled my pants and underwear down around my knees. Only then did she glance down to examine the erection bobbing in front of her. After a moment she nodded to herself as if satisfied and turned to reach into her purse.

She came up with a small bottle of hand lotion. She squirted some lotion into her palm, crouched down in front of me and began applying it liberally to my cock and then my balls, her expression now focussed as if on an important task. I stood completely still, gripping the counter behind me with both hands as she worked, breathing as quietly through my mouth as I could, not wanting to do anything that would distract her.

It was a very strange experience. She was very matter-of-fact about what she was doing, not at all trying to be sensual, although the sensation couldn't help but be pleasurable to me. And the moment I was lubricated to her satisfaction she took her hand away, leaving me gasping.

I had no idea what she was up to when she reached past me and grabbed my wrist—until she pulled it forward and proceeded to gently curl my fingers around my cock. She guided my hand slowly up and down the shaft a few times then let go, glancing up at me expectantly—and in her glasses I saw reflected twin images of my cock, glistening with hand lotion and with my hand wrapped around it. When, after a moment, I realized what she wanted and began to stroke myself, she smiled at me and settled on her knees to watch.

It was only then that she began to show signs of arousal; As I watched her watching me, I saw her expression become deeply focussed; her breathing sped up and her nipples became erect. Something about watching me touch myself really seemed to get to her—which in turn really got to me.

I began treating what I was doing as a performance, stroking myself slowly and sensuously, adding small variations to the rhythm and technique, from full-length, closed-fisted strokes to delicate, fingertip tracings around the head and down the shaft in tiny circles to tickle my balls.

It was kind of like snake-charming, only she was being hypnotized by the snake. She gradually leaned closer and closer. Unconsciously she reached up and steadied herself with her hands on my hips so that she could bring her face even closer. So close, in fact, that as my hand continued up and down my knuckles were almost brushing her nose.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer, especially since I was being gripped by a vision of my come running down her face, smearing across her glasses. She must have sensed it as well, however, because she suddenly placed a hand over mine to stop me. Still staring at my cock she whispered, "Oh God, I love that...but please don't come yet."

She gave the tip of my cock a little kiss then stood, a little unsteadily, until she could look me in the eye, her face close to mine. "I want you to watch me...like you said...." Her voice was ragged. "...And keep doing that—" She touched her fingers lightly to mine, which were still wrapped around my shaft. "Where's the vacuum cleaner?" 

I pointed her to the "Employees Only" door at the back and told her where the broom closet was. Then I stood there, feeling more than a little foolish with my pants around my knees and my cock in my hand, watching her cute behind recede from me as she padded off. She was back almost immediately, dragging the vacuum behind her with one hand and carrying a bucket of cleaning supplies with the other.

She stood in front of me for a moment, looking like a maid who had forgotten to put on her uniform.

Then she went to work.

She started with the feather-duster, dusting off all the sale tables and freestanding shelves and the magazine rack, straightening the books and magazine as she went. It really shouldn't have been all that erotic, even considering that she was naked. But the way she worked, facing me whenever possible, watching me stroke myself as I watched her, was undeniably arousing for her...which was arousing for me...which made it more arousing for her...which made it—well, you get the idea. Sometimes she would fall under the snake-spell and just stand there, hypnotized, feather-duster held in her upraised hand, watching my hand traveling slowly up and down, up and down... 

But she did finally finish dusting, and plugged in the vacuum.

The vacuuming was noisy, of course—but again it was the way she did it: straddling the hose and pushing the head forward and backward across the floor in front of her so that the hose sometimes rubbed between her legs, her rhythm matching my own as she watched me watching her. 

In point of fact, the vacuuming never did get done. She kept moving closer and closer to where I stood behind the counter—drawn by the snake-charm. The area she was attempting to clean got smaller and smaller and smaller...until she was standing directly in front of me, not moving, holding the vibrating vacuum hose firmly pressed against her as she stared and stared, her mouth hanging open, at the cock staring back at her.

Suddenly it was as if a switch had been flipped—and a moment later she did abruptly switch off the vacuum, saying, "Look at this display case,"—not really looking at the locked glass case beneath the counter, where the rare and out-of-print books were kept. "It's covered with fingerprints."

And with that she reached into the bucket at her feet and grabbed a rag and some glass cleaner. But instead of crouching down in front of the case to clean it she hurried behind the counter and, meeting my glance for only an instant, turned her back to me and proceeded to lean way over the case, breasts pressed against the counter, head and arms hanging over the edge, and began to clean the glass.

This left her standing on tip-toe, bent over with her legs apart, presenting me with what certainly appeared to be the next best thing to a written invitation. To be absolutely sure I ran my hands gently over her behind, letting them come to rest with a delicate grip on her hips. She said nothing, but her pretense of cleaning slowed and then stopped altogether. 

Everything was completely still for a moment.

Slowly, slowly, I eased my hips forward until the tip of my now-aching cock touched between her legs and began to slide between the lips there.

I heard her cleaning supplies drop to the floor. Then she drew a long, shuddering breath...and as she let it out she raised her head, placed her hands on the edge of the counter and thrust her hips back into mine.

She was so wet that there was virtually no resistance as my cock slipped all the way into her (The hand-lotion might have helped a little but I doubt it was necessary.) She let out a sharp, "Oh!"—then after a moment slowly began easing her hips from side to side and making little "Mmm" noises, as if enjoying the feel of my cock inside her. I kept perfectly still—it was obviously the snake's turn to be charmed.

Gradually the side-to-side motions turned into a kind of figure-eight as she began moving her hips back and forth as well so that my cock began sliding in and out of her. I tightened my grip on her and joined in the snake-dance. But we were already both so over-heated from our respective versions of foreplay that the dance quickly degenerated into primitive, piston-like thrusting, and soon we were going so hard and fast that her feet were almost leaving the floor with each stroke.

It was only a matter of moment s before we both came—me with a long groan of relief and she with a scream she barely managed to muffle with one hand. I nearly collapsed onto her back and had to steady myself on the counter.

After a while we both straightened up, she turning to me as she did so—her glasses askew and half-way down her nose—before wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, pressing the full length of her body against mine. Then she straightened her glasses, smiled at me and bent to retrieve her panties from the floor.

She stepped out from behind the counter and quickly got dressed—but only from the waist down. When she had her jeans and shoes and socks back on she swept her shirt and brassiere off the counter and bunched them under her arm. Then she closed her purse and slipped it over her wrist before bending to lift the bucket of cleaning supplies in one hand and grabbing the hose of the vacuum with the other. Thus burdened she said casually, "I'll just put these back and use the bathroom, okay?"

I nodded and said, "Sure," and she headed off, disappearing into the back.

While I waited for her to return I cleaned myself with tissues and got my pants back up. I thought about asking her to come home with me. Began thinking of all the things we could do there. Felt myself getting hard again.

Minutes went by and she still hadn't returned. I wondered what was taking her so long. My gaze fell to the counter in front of me and I thought, it must have been a little uncomfortable for her lying on top of her shirt and her bra and...the book! The paperbacks were still there, but the Shatner hardcover was missing. It had been on the counter, she'd tossed her clothes over it—and now it was gone! I suddenly remembered the way she'd swept everything off the counter and under her arm...

I immediately ran to the back of the store but I knew what I would find. And did: nothing. She'd gone out the back door.

At least she didn't steal the vacuum, I thought, seeing it beside the door along with the bucket of cleaning supplies. And, technically speaking, she had more or less paid for the book as we'd agreed. So even though I knew her name and more or less remembered her address I decided there was nothing to be done.

I locked up and went home, wondering if I'd ever see her again.

As it turned out, it was only a week later. I hadn't even seen her come into the store, but suddenly, at closing time as always, while I rang up the last few sales, there she was, standing next to one of the free-standing shelves and wearing what appeared to be the exact same clothes as before.

And when she saw she'd caught my eye she immediately turned her back to me and raised her shirt, revealing yet another hardcover book tucked into her jeans. Then she turned again, smiled, and ducked behind the shelves she was standing next to. I had to turn my attention to the last customer, but the moment he was done and headed for the door I immediately looked back at where she'd been...

...And there she was, holding the bucket of cleaning supplies in one hand and the hose of the vacuum in the other.

It was definitely closing time—there was a lot of work to be done.



Geek God



I was a fat fuck in High school. I mean fat--6 foot tall and I weighed like 360 my senior year. I'm only guessing, 'cause the only time I weighed myself the scale didn't go up over 350. I wasn't always that big, but I really ballooned out in Junior and Senior years. I was (am) also fairly uncoordinated, so I had no interest in sports. Gym class was the worst. My strengths, on the other hand, were math and sciences. As if that wasn't enough, I had acne. Needless to say, I was a geek. I hung out with my geek friends and dreamed of the cuties in school that I could never touch. I knew I wasn't much to look at, so I guess you could call me shy. Underneath it all, though, I was a butterball. I couldn't get mad or hold a grudge to save my life. No one really fucked with me, being over 350 they were probably afraid I'd sit on them. I wasn't much of a partier-do you have any idea how much beer it takes to get someone my size buzzed? I chose to play video games by myself or study. And so it went. I entered college a big fat geeky virgin.

College changes a man. You're at a crazy time in your life, surround by your peers also in a crazy time, and you're being introduced to all sorts of new things. Only a week into my freshman year one of the guys in the dorm went to work out, and some of us joined him. I had never worked out at all. I was too clumsy to do much more than walk. I gave the bench press a try. It was awesome. For the first time there were no teammates to jeer me, no opponent to gloat over my mistakes. It was just me and my will against gravity and some steel. I was in love. I became a gym rat, just like that. I took to it like I suppose only an 18 year old can-3 hours or more every day, mostly late at night, trying new positions, going up in weights, sometimes so exhausted I had trouble getting my T-shirt off afterwards. I was enthralled with it all. Occasionally, I could hear the boisterous laughter of other college kids on their way to parties. At the window between sets, I could sometimes see them-small groups moving along the sidewalks. Some people chose to party. I chose to lift. I didn't even care about the way my body was changing, I pretty much went to class, ate, lifted and slept. My favorites were triceps extensions, calf raises and, of course my first love, bench. 

As a fat guy, I had snickered the outrageous claims that you should listen to your body, it will tell you what it needs to eat. Now it seemed true. I found myself passing up the dessert bars for meat. Unfortunately, most of the meat in the college dining hall was soy, but my body told me what it craved. I started spending much of my disposable income on weekly steak dinners. Looking back on it, I am amazed how far I came so quickly-less than a month to benching 250. I was squatting six plates in two months. Steroids got nothing on the 18 year old body.

It was cold by late September, and the warm, bulky clothes everyone wore covered up the changes underneath. My clothes started to hang on me. My coat hung loosely off my shoulders. I didn't have the money to buy new clothes, so I just cinched up the drawstrings and pressed on. I was still a geek, an engineering student, still staring at the ground. 

During finals week I was studying 16 hours a day. You'll do strange things when you study that much. I got so bored I checked myself out in my roommates' mirror. The change was dramatic. I wasn't ripped by any stretch of the imagination, but I was built like a football lineman. My biceps were getting massive! I still had fat on my lower half, but it was dramatically reduced. I looked like a different man. I wondered if my parents would recognize me. I decided to shave my armpits. You do strange things when you study too much. 

Perhaps it was maturity, perhaps it was my new diet, but my acne cleared up also. Following finals but before I caught my flight home, I went to the barber and told him to give me a different look. He gave me one of those floppy boy band cuts. I hated it, but what the heck. When I went home, I had the taxi drop me off next door. I took off my jacket and knocked on my door, wondering if my family would recognize me. The door opened. It took mom a few seconds to figure out it was me-the change was that dramatic. We both laughed over it. Then I went to the gym.

Christmas was fun. A cousin of mine was at the family shindig, and he had been big into lifting in his younger days. He hooked me up with some of his stuff, and we talked for hours about what worked and what didn't. He bought me a big package of supplements for Christmas, stuff he swore by. I took it back to college with me when I returned for Winter session. I also got a 'better' hair cut. Now it looked like a Baldwin. I guess one could say it was better.

Back on the bench, staring up at 305 pounds of Mr. Steel, and old man gravity staring back at me. Another rep. Old man gravity was ready, ready to jump on me. If I lost focus for even a second, he and his buddy Mr. Steel wouldn't hesitate to sit on my chest like a big fat lady sitting on a park bench in August. I remember the first time I thought of that analogy, I actually laughed and dropped the weight on my chest. Fortunately, I was only warming up, and I could recover. I wondered what kind of a person I had changed into. Then I did another set. 

Winter session was easy since I was only taking two electives. This allowed me even more time in the gym. I started an aerobic routine of stairstepper, bike and Nordic Track to go with my near fanatical lifting. I was so damn klutzy that I had difficulty staying on the treadmill. Fortunately, they got a longer one, and I started using that also. I rationalized that the reason I hated working out in gym class in high school was the heat-the cold made exertion so much easier. I also discovered that once you shave your armpits, you can't go back.

I turned 19 and celebrated by easily benching 325. I wasn't satisfied. If anyone else was working out, I couldn't do my upper sets of squats due to lack of Mr. Steel. I weighed myself at under 280. My biceps measured over 20". 

Spring semester started with eight inches of snow on the ground. The students moved around with their thick overcoats. I started hitting the books more than the gym, but I kept my nightly dates with Mr. Steel and old man gravity. 

Just like that, a warm front hit in mid March. As luck would have it, it happened on a weekend. Temperatures soared. I hit the gym Saturday night late, as I usually did. The gym was empty, plenty of Mr. Steel for me to abuse. I was feeling great, and I foolishly attempted three plates and two dimes (355 for those of you keeping score at home) for the first time and without a spotter. It was a goal that I had been working towards for weeks. I was so focused I slammed it up with stunning ease. I was pumped! I practically danced out of the gym. The air felt warm, even at midnight. I took off my sweatshirt and stashed it in my bag, enjoying the feel of the night air on my bare arms from my sleeveless t-shirt, the first time they had been bared in months. My biceps had grown immensely over the previous months, and I felt good. My thighs were enormous. My waist was so slim my shorts bunched up when I pulled the drawstring tight, even though I had bought them only two months ago. I thrust out my chest and raised my arms and let out a war-whoop at the moon. No one answered, and I walked alone into the silent night. 

Going down the walkway to my dorm, I spotted two coeds coming towards me. One was clearly drunk. College can be a crazy time, but I chose to lift steel rather than party. As they got closer I started to hear them. The drunk one was quite rambunctious, leaning on the other girl and raving. 

"An' I want lotsa whipped cream and some mint chocolate chip and some butter pecan..." She seemed to be rambling about an ice cream sundae she wanted.

"We'll get you every flavor you want," the other girl, now within earshot, said.

We were about 15 feet apart, and the drunk girl stopped and looked at me. She pointed right at me and said, quite loudly, "I want that flavor." Thank God I was smart enough to stop.

"Kelly!" the other said reproachfully, and pulled her along.

Kelly, apparently the drunk girls name, yanked her arm away from her friend, straightened up, and walked over to me.

"I want this flavor now!" She stood in front of me, swaying slightly, pointing right at my chest.

"Kelly," the other girl implored, still standing where she had been left. Looking back on it now, I still can't believe I was smart enough to respond.

"I'm right here," I said, dropping my bag and holding my hands out in front of my sides with palms up. She knew what she wanted. She grabbed the front of my t-shirt, tugged me down to her and kissed me. No messing around, her tongue went right out and split my lips. My first kiss. I had seen movies, so I had a vague idea of what to do, but mostly Kelly was driving, and I was along for the ride. I could taste the beer in her as her tongue battled mine. Stunned, my hands stayed out by my sides. As I recall, I was so shocked I didn't even poppa chubby. The moment had to end. She pulled away and let me straighten up. We were both swaying now. I, at least, was seeing stars.

"Kelly!" the other girl snapped, "Get over here!"

Kelly took a half step towards her friend. "Why? He's good. Give him a try."

"Kelly!" she snapped again, her eyes bugging out in embarrassment.

"It's OK," she said, "He won't bite."

"Yeah," I echoed numbly, "I won't bite." 

"Yeah," Kelly chirped, wiping her mouth, "He won't bite, it's only a kiss."

"It's just a kiss," I repeated. Just a kiss, HAH! I was asking to share the second kiss of my life with a second girl all in about 30 seconds 

The other girl stepped towards us, but only close enough to grab Kelly's hand. She kept Kelly between us, almost like a shield.

"No, I don't kiss strange guys."

"What about Jen's party?" Kelly mocked, pulling the other girl a little closer. Even in the poor lamp lighting I could see her blush.

She was standing next to Kelly now, and she snuck a furtive glance at me.

"I was drunk then, Kel," she said in a lowered voice.

"Yah," Kelly continued, nudging her to me, "So you couldn't enjoy it. Kiss him! It's only a kiss!"

She snuck another look a me, biting her lower lip. She looked at Kelly, who nudged her again. She looked at me, and I shrugged my hands in a subtle invitation. The other girl peered around me and then checked behind to see if anyone else was around. She took a deep breath. Kelly nudged her again, and the other girl shushed her. She turned and raised her eyes to mine. She was actually kinda cute, I thought. Dark, shoulder length hair framing an attractive face. She stood maybe 5' 4", a little shorter than Kelly and looked to be a little smaller in stature.

"OK, its only a kiss," she said, stepping close to me. 

"You sure?" I stupidly asked.

"YES," said Kelly.

The other girl flashed dagger eyes at Kelly before turning back to me and nodding. She grabbed the front of my t-shirt to tug me down like Kelly had done. Impulsively, I didn't lean down but instead quickly raised my hands under her armpits and lifted her up to me. She must not have been tight with old man gravity, cause she seemed light. She squeaked in surprise, her eyes bugging out. I moved her closer, my eyes open and looking into hers, and kissed her. We kept our lips together, and I felt her tension fade as I stared into her eyes. Her lips parted as her eyes slowly closed, and our tongues met. I closed my eyes and kissed her as best I could. I had no trouble holding her up, my strength doubtless fortified with prolific amounts of adrenaline and testosterone. She was sober, but she tasted like wine to me. I enjoyed this kiss, not being in shock like I was for the first one.

"Hey!" Kelly barked, interrupting our moment. "I wanna get picked up!"

We broke the kiss and locked eyes as I lowered her. "I wanna get picked up!" Kelly repeated. 

The other girl stepped back, our eyes still locked.

"He's good, huh?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah," the other girl said coyly, looking at Kelly and wiping her mouth. I must have been a bit messy.

"You don't even know his name," Kelly teased.

The other girl 'tsked' her. Kelly moved in front of me and held up her hands. 

"My turn," she said, "Pick me up too!" 

She was pretty also, I finally noticed, with sandy brown hair, longer than her friend's, but not by much. She looked quite a bit more buxom than her friend also. I reached under her arms and picked her up. She dove into the kiss again, and I followed her. I could feel her hands caressing my bare biceps, and she purred in our kiss. Finally, we broke, and I put her down, her eyes still half closed and a big grin on her face. She wiped her mouth and turned her head to the other girl.

"He's good. Can I keep him?" Her hand took mine, our fingers intertwining.

"No, you've had your fun. Let's go," her friend admonished. 

"Can you come with us?" She turned back to me to ask.

"No, I have to get back to my room and take a shower," I said. I regretted it immediately, I should have gone with her. "You can come with me, though," I quickly added.

"OK," Kelly said.

"NO," her friend stated firmly.

"C'mon, Jill, he's fun! Let's go with him!"

"No," Jill said unconvincingly.

"I have beer in my room," I added desperately. Actually my roommate did, but he was gone this weekend.

"She doesn't need any more beer," Jill said sternly to me.

"I wanna beer," Kelly said. "Let's go." She started leading me away. I stooped to grab my bag. 

"Kelly, no!" Jill insisted.

"You don't have to join us," Kelly said. "Me and...," she paused as she realized she didn't know my name, "him will just go ourselves."

Jill looked uncertain.

"C'mon," I said, "I'm just up the hill. We'll be there in a few minutes. And I'd hate to have you walk back alone."

"We don't even know your name," Jill protested.

"Tarzan," Kelly interjected before I had a chance to introduce myself.

"Works for me," I said, and slung my bag over my shoulder. I started walking, hand in hand with Kelly. Jill joined us on my other side, looking somewhat embarrassed with her arms crossed. I awkwardly held out my free hand to her. She looked at my hand and then at me. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly took my hand. We walked up the hill. My head was swimming at the events of the night, and now I was walking hand in hand with two girls. Who'da thunk! Jill looked away into the darkness, perhaps unwilling to encourage me. I could smell the distant scents of their perfume mingling with the smell of a spring night--intoxicating. College can be a crazy time. Kelly stroked my forearm with her free hand.

"You're big," she said.

"Why thank you," I replied. My response hung in the air. A return compliment was required. 

"You're pretty," I said to her. I regretted that immediately. Now I had to compliment Jill, and I didn't need to start a compliment war between them.

"Thanks," Kelly beamed.

I turned to Jill. "You are gorgeous," I said, wincing internally, hoping the alcohol in Kelly would diffuse any tension. 

"Thanks," said Jill politely. Fortunately, Kelly didn't protest.

We continued to my room, mostly listening to the boisterous Kelly. Though I tried to involve Jill, she seemed far more reserved, doubtless because she was sober. Kelly sure was perky. I let them into my room and took out two Lite beers. Kelly and Jill took one each. Kelly opened hers immediately and took a big swig. Jill watched her with a look of amused concern. Our room was laid out with everything against the walls. Starting from the left, my closet, desk, bed, a sofa to crash on, my roommate's bed and his desk and closet on my right. Not an inch of wall space was left.

"Aren't you having one?" Kelly asked me. 

"When I get back," I replied, gathering my shower stuff and a towel. "I've gotta get a shower."

"OK," Kelly agreed. Jill was still watching Kelly. I looked around my room-CDs lay out, a boom box, a VCR and TV, my wallet in the shelves. These girls could rob us blind. Oh, well. 

"Don't lock me out," I said as I left the room.

"We won't," Kelly promised. The door hadn't even shut when I heard Jill launch into an argument with Kelly. I knew they wouldn't be there when I returned. I took a quick shower, put on some anti-perspirant, and returned to my room wearing only my towel, carrying my toiletries in one hand and dirty gym clothes in the other. I entered my room to find Jill, alone, sitting apprehensively on my bed. She looked at me while I tossed my clothes in the dirty pile in the closet.

"I certainly did not expect to find you here," I said, stashing my stuff. 

"Kelly had to use the rest room, and I waited in here for her."

"Well, that was very nice of you." I started stretching out my arms, pulling my elbow back over my head with my opposite hand. A good stretch after a hard lift alleviates discomforts in the morning. 

"She ain't gonna get lost, is she?"

"I wrote the room number on her hand," Jill replied flatly.

"Smart." 

Jill squirmed, clearly uncomfortable.

"Hey listen, y'all are free to go, no problem," I said reassuringly. "I figured you'd be gone already."

"Not your fault, but Kelly's drunk and a handful, and I thought I should take care of her."

"Well, how 'bout I get dressed and walk you two home?"

"That would be really nice of you," Jill said, finally breaking into a smile. Seemingly relieved, she took another sip of her beer.

The door crashed open, and Kelly came in. 

"Hey, you two ain't fooling around, are you?" she playfully demanded, slamming the door behind her. She saw me and dropped her jaw, lewdly eyeing me up. I could feel my dick start to respond. Not good, considering I was only wearing a towel. 

"Damn, you're fine," she finally said. Jill rolled her eyes and took another drink.

"Thanks," I replied casually, continuing to stretch out my arms. 

"You OK?" Kelly asked, observing my contortions. 

"Yeah, just stretching," I replied. "How 'bout I..."

"You want me to massage your back for you?" Kelly interrupted. She almost seemed lucid. "Those stretches aren't doing much for you."

"Uhhhh, sure, that would be great," I replied, caught off guard.

"Sam was just saying..." Jill interjected, apparently she had deduced my name from something in the room.

"...that I would get dressed and walk you two home," I finished Jill's sentence for her. 

"OK," Kelly replied nonchalantly. "Why don't 'cha lay down on the sofa, and I'll give you a quick massage first."

Oh well, I thought, a massage is not a terrible way to end the evening. Kelly walked me over to the foot of the sofa and told me to lay on my stomach. I fell forward onto the sofa. I could not believe what happened as I did. Fast as lightening, between the moment I started toppling and when I landed, Kelly managed to rip my towel off. I hit the sofa bare-ass naked. Before this startling change of events could even register in my mind, Kelly had straddled my bare back at the waist and started massaging my shoulders.

"Hey!" I protested, shocked.

"Kelly!" shrieked Jill.

"What?" she replied innocently to Jill. "I'm giving him a massage."

"Kelly!" Jill shrieked again, at a loss for words. 

Given the situation, there was not much I could do. I was nude in front of two girls, so I couldn't get up, and she was sitting on my back, so I couldn't get up. From my vantage point, all I could see was Jill, eyes bugging out. Kelly continued to work my shoulders. 

"Kelly, he's...he's...he's NAKED!" Jill finally sputtered. 

"So?" Kelly replied blankly, "I can't see anything. You're the one who's looking," she said accusingly.





Geek God



I saw Jill blush furiously as she realized Kelly was right, and she spun away to face the far wall. I surrendered and gathered my wrists under my chin. Kelly was driving, and I was just along for the ride.

"Kelly," Jill said firmly, "Give him back his towel."

"Jill, who are you talking to? If you're gonna talk to me, you have to face me," Kelly said evenly, continuing her massage. I had to admit, the massage sure felt good.

Jill turned back around, furious, face red from embarrassment, holding her hand up to shield her eyes from, apparently, my bottom. The scene was hilarious. 

"Kelly, give him back his towel," she demanded, turning away again.

"Why? He doesn't mind, do you Tarzan."

I was about to laugh out loud. This was comical.

"Well," I said, "I do feel uncomfortable being the only exposed one here."

"Sorry," said Kelly, stopping her massage. The next thing I saw was an article of clothing sail across the room over Jill's head. I gathered Kelly had just taken her top off and, from the way she was moving, was working on her bra.

"Kelly," Jill shrieked, spinning around again.

"Just trying to make him comfortable," Kelly said. 

"Put your top back on!"

"I can't reach it," Kelly replied plainly.

Jill dove into the corner where Kelly's top had landed. It must have fallen in a crack because Jill took a second to retrieve it. I saw a bra fly over and land on top of the shelf of my roommate's desk just as Jill emerged. 

"Kelly!" she yelled again, throwing Kelly's top back at her and going to recover her bra. Kelly flung her top right back into the corner. This was unreal. Kelly resumed her massage. 

"Feeling better?" she whispered in my ear, leaning over me. I grunted a reply, and I swore her breasts brushed my back. Jill was having a hell of a time getting the bra, as she was too short to reach it. Her face was crimson. She finally got it and looked back over to us. 

"Where is your top?" she demanded.

"I don't know," Kelly shrugged. Jill threw Kelly's bra back at her.

"Arrrrrgh," Jill raged. "Forget it!" She sat purposefully on my bed and stared at the wall with her arms crossed in front of her and a stern look on her face. I couldn't take it any longer and started laughing. Hard. Kelly joined me, and after a few seconds I could see a smile play across Jill's face. 

"I see a smile!" Kelly proclaimed triumphantly. Jill covered her eyes, embarrassed, and started to laugh with us. I laughed until tears ran out of my eyes, and I could hardly breathe. Kelly sitting on me didn't help. 

"I...breathe," I finally wheezed.

Kelly interpreted my plea and rolled off me and landed on the floor still laughing. I quickly wiped my eyes and got my first look at a real woman's breasts. Our eyes met, and I subtly readjusted myself as the laughter faded, and I caught my breath.

"You guys are bad," Jill said, shaking her head, a big smile on her face.

"Me?" I asked, "What did I do?"

"You seduced me," Kelly said, sitting up to kiss me. Jill snorted. Kelly stood up and moved out of my field of view. I heard a zipper and craned my neck as far back as it would go to see her jeans coming off. I caught a glimpse of her bare bottom.

"Oh my god, Kelly," Jill giggled, covering her mouth.

Kelly mounted me again, this time naked as I was. She resumed her massage, working my mid-back. I focused on the nerves in my lower back, trying to feel her nether regions with them. I convinced myself I could. I stared at Jill, the only one I could see. Jill glanced over and locked eyes with me, shaking her head, grinning and blushing. She looked away, but kept coming back to watch us, her eyes lingering in mine longer and longer, occasionally sipping her beer. I was glad I had adjusted myself, as I was getting some serious wood going. 

"You feeling all comfortable now, Tarzan?" Kelly finally purred.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"

I figured it was now or never. We had to lose Jill. "Well," I said, "It is somewhat disconcerting having your friend sitting there fully dressed." Disconcerting. Who uses a word like disconcerting at a time like this? The comment seemed to jerk Jill back to her senses.

"I was just going to..." Jill started to say, jerking her thumb towards the door.

"Jill," Kelly said, pointing at her, "GET NAKED!" Even I was surprised at the volume she generated.

Jill's jaw dropped, stunned.

"GET! NAKED!" Kelly shouted again.

Jill looked at me, as if for help. I just grinned at her. What else could I do?

"Kelly," she said embarrassed.

"C'mon Jill," Kelly purred, "He's a really nice guy. You won't have to do anything you don't want to. It's just like your fantasy!"

Jill's eyes looked like they would pop out when Kelly said that, and she turn a deep hue of red.

"Kelly!" she said pleadingly.

"C'mon Jill, have some fun." Kelly continued undeterred, "You know you want to."

Kelly leaned forward and laid flat on my back. I could feel her breasts flatten against me-sensations beyond any dream I had had. Oddly, everything seemed in focus, not erratic like my fantasies were when they reached this point. She whispered to me.

"Do you want her, Tarzan?" Kelly asked.

I grunted a yes and gave a quick nod. 

"Tell her, Tarzan, tell her that you want her," Kelly urged, whispering in my ear so Jill couldn't hear. "Tell her that her eyes are beautiful."

"Jill, your eyes are beautiful," I said, raising my chin and staring right into her eyes. They were, indeed, lovely. She looked back blankly.

"Tell her that her smile is enchanting," Kelly coached softly. Her hands stroked my arms slowly.

"Your smile is enchanting," I said. Jill smiled a little and looked away, twisting her hair in her fingers.

"Wait until she looks at you to tell her that her kiss was heavenly," Kelly purred.

"Jill," I said and paused until she looked at me with a smile gracing her features, "Your kiss was heavenly." Jill broke into a bigger smile before casting her eyes down, sucking in her lower lip. Hey! This talking to girls thing is pretty easy!

"Tell her that time stood still for you when your lips touched."

"Jill..." I began. She looked into my eyes and I paused this time, because I knew what I was about to say was true, "Time stopped when my lips touched yours." Kelly continued to coach me, and I softly incanted the magic spells to Jill. The smile slowly left her face as a dazed look took over.

"Tell her looking at her body makes your pulse race."

"Jill, just looking at your body makes my pulse race," I echoed. She was staring at me unblinking, breathing slowly.

"Tell her you hunger for her kiss."

"Jill, I hunger for your kiss. I regret only kissing you once. I would very much like to kiss you again."

"Good," Kelly purred, "Now beckon her over." 

I crooked my finger at her. She started to move, but stopped and seemed unsure. Our eyes remained locked.

"Reassure her you only want to kiss her again," Kelly whispered.

"Jill, I only want to kiss you again. That's all. We don't have to do anything else. It's only a kiss."

She sat, unsure, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Please," I begged.

Jill rose from the bed and slowly came over to me, her eyes never leaving mine. She knelt before me, right at face level. Kelly sat back, giving us room as we stared silently at each other. I was such a geek, unsure again of what to do, waiting for Kelly to coach me.

"Tarzan, kiss Jill." 

I reached out slowly with my hand to cup her face and guide her forward to my lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, and mine followed as our lips met again. Our tongues darted out and started to slow dance. Kelly rubbed my back as Jill and I kissed softly and repeatedly. It was heavenly. Kelly interrupted our moment with further direction. 

"Tarzan, cup her breast," she quietly instructed.

I could feel Jill tense for just a instant before resuming our kiss. I needed no further encouragement as I reached down and cupped her right breast. I was rewarded with a soft sigh from her, and I groaned as I felt its soft weight in my palm. I located a soft nub protruding from it and focused my attentions there. All my thousands of adolescent fantasies had never concocted something quite like this. Jill reached out and stroked my face. I lay still for a few moments, kissing Jill and caressing her breast while Kelly stroked my back. Jill was mewing softly. My senses were in saturation. Kelly slid off of me and stood on the floor. 

"My turn," she said and pulled my left arm away from Jill. She tugged me up into a sitting position, and I drank in her nude body. I was fully exposed and fully erect as Kelly knelt over my left leg and kissed me. My left hand immediately settled on her bare left breast and I immediately noticed her additional fullness compared to Jill. My right hand, finally free, blindly sought out Jill and settled on her right breast. I was feeling two girls at once, and we were all loving it. Kelly broke our kiss and looked over at Jill. I followed her gaze and saw Jill, eyes shut, moaning as I fondled her. Kelly pried my hand off of her and nudged me towards Jill.

"Take her top off," she whispered. If Jill heard it, she didn't react. I reached over and fumbled with the top button of her blouse. Jill's eyes remained closed as she panted. Her hands lay on the sofa as if paralyzed. Kelly slipped off of my lap. The remaining buttons opened easily, and I pushed open her blouse. I gazed in wonder at the white lacy bra covering her chest, two small bumps straining the fabric on each side. Jill shrugged her shoulders, and her blouse fell to the floor.

"Jill, open your eyes," Kelly purred, kneeling on the floor in front of me.

Jill opened and looked at us with a dazed expression.

"Take your bra off," Kelly ordered.

Jill paused for only a second before staring me in the face. She bit her lower lip and reached behind her back to undo whatever it is that holds bras together. The fabric relaxed across her chest and she held it in place, offering it to me. I reached out and pulled it from her and groaned at the vision of her bare breasts with small brown nipples. Kelly chose that instant to take my rock-hard cock in her hand and stroke me. I twitched and moaned but was so enraptured by Jill's tits I couldn't tear my eyes away. Kelly forced my knees apart as I reached out to caress Jill's breasts again. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I looked down just in time to see Kelly's head descend onto my dick. I moaned again and watched her head bob on my shaft. I wanted more. I reached out and pulled Jill close and crushed a kiss on her. She responded with equal passion. I was in sensory overload-Kelly's mouth on my cock and Jill's tongue on mine.

Finally needing no coaching, my hand dove for Jill's pants. Her hands joined mine and together we removed them. I stroked the silky panties covering her bottom for a moment before deciding to remove them also. I yanked them down to mid-thigh when Jill backed away. I saw a flash of her black bush as she bent over to remove her shoes, pants and panties. She was wearing boots and had some difficulty getting the laces undone. I didn't care much as I watched Kelly suck me. My left hand settled on her head as I felt sensations never imagined possible. Jill finally kicked free of her clothes and stood. I ogled her nude body, different in size from Kelly but every bit as appealing. Jill rushed in to kiss me again, but Kelly quickly rose and blocked her.

"Oh no," she said, placing a hand on Jill's shoulder, "Now it's my turn." Jill let out a disappointed squeak as Kelly nudged her down to my groin. I quickly figured out what was happening. As Kelly and I kissed, I guided Jill between my legs. She needed little coaxing, and within a moment the heavenly pleasure of sensory overload had returned, this time with Jill's tongue on my cock and Kelly's tongue on mine. My hands roamed over the bodies of my two lovers, stroking their soft skin. Kelly broke our kiss.

"Do you like that?" she panted between kisses. I grunted a yes.

"Is she good?" Kelly breathed. I moaned another yes. I was getting very close to my release.

"Do you want me to finish you off?" she asked. I grunted, really beyond the point of caring. Kelly slid down to the floor and guided Jill's mouth off of me with an audible pop. Jill looked at her, panting. The vision of my hard, wet cock framed by their two faces will stay with me until the end. 

"Kiss him," Kelly told her, and Jill slithered up to my lips. We kissed again as Kelly took me into her mouth. We kissed passionately as Kelly pushed me to the edge and over. Mr. Righty was nothing like this. I screamed into Jill's mouth as I came hard, spurting over and over again into Kelly's sucking lips. My spasms finally subsided, and Kelly mercifully pulled her mouth away. I worried that I may have squeezed Jill too hard, but she didn't seem to complain as she cradled my head and kissed me back down to earth. I could hear Kelly spitting into the trash can, followed by her gargling a beer. I sat there in stunned, post-orgasmic bliss. The irony of the situation struck me-hundreds of hours lifting steel in the gym, only to be reduced to pile of jelly by the gentle caresses of two slender women.

"Was that good?" Jill whispered to me between kisses.

"Unbelievable," I replied. Kelly plopped down on my other side with a big smile. I kissed her heartily in gratitude. My hand stroked their backs as their hands stroked my chest, and I alternated frenching each of them. I was hardening again in no time.

"Damn," Jill said, noticing my stiffening dick, "He's almost ready again!"

"Good," Kelly purred, glancing down, "But first he has some work to do."

They rose together, each taking one of my hands and walked me over to the bed. 

"I finished the job, so I get to go first," Kelly said lasciviously.

"Oh, poo," Jill giggled, "Don't take too long."

They both flopped on the mattress, and Kelly spread her thighs. I thought we were about to get busy even though I was only half hard. Instead, she pulled me down and guided my head to her pussy. A crash course in eating a girl out was about to commence. I hesitated, not only unsure of how to proceed but also uncertain if I wanted to. 

"Eat me," Kelly moaned and I shrugged and went for it. College is a crazy time. I dove in, pretty much as if I was kissing her. It seemed to work well. An incoherent series of squeals and moans from Kelly conveyed to me the idea that I should focus on a small nub my tongue had found. After the first few moments I realized this wasn't that bad. In fact, it was quite interesting. The squeaks coming out of her made it all the more enticing. I settled in and started enjoying myself. Looking up from between her thighs I realized that my hands could reach her tits, and I started fondling her. She seemed to really appreciate the double stimulation. I peered over to see Jill sitting at the foot of the bed with her thighs apart and her feet neatly tucked beneath her, apparently fingering herself. The precise view was blocked from me, but I had seen enough pornos to figure it out. I decided to split my attentions, and I reached over to her crotch and started fingering her wet cunt. She groaned, as I inserted a finger into her. I could feel her fingers moving on her pussy as I slid mine in and out. The moans coming from both Kelly and Jill were making my head spin. Suddenly Kelly tensed up and started to buck. I gathered she was coming. I focused on her, and she thrashed and moaned on my bed. Finally she reached down and pushed my head away. I sat back and looked at Jill.

"My turn?" she panted, a begging look in her eyes.

I wiped my mouth. "Absolutely."

Kelly, still gasping, slid to the side. Jill eagerly positioned herself for me, her thighs spread wide. I immediately went to work on her, quickly focusing in on a nub similar to the one that Kelly had seemed to enjoy. I continued to slide my finger in and out of her as my left hand fondled her breast. Kelly recovered and leaned over to watch me. She placed her hand on the gentle crook between Jill's thigh and hip and rested her chin there, staring into my eyes lewdly as I worked. My eyes danced from Kelly's face to Jill's naked body spread out before me. Jill's previous actions must have brought her close, because after a few minutes of my tonguing she tensed up. Jill turned out to more vocal than Kelly, hard to believe, and she shrieked for a second before I saw Kelly slap a hand over her mouth. It's hard to describe, but feeling her cunt tighten rhythmically on my finger made me instantly reach maximum hardness. Jill clamped her thighs on my head and raised her hips off the bed in the throes of her orgasm. Finally she relaxed and pushed me away. Kelly seized the moment and seized me as I rose, fully erect. She quickly repositioned herself on her back and guided my eager cock into her pussy. My first girl. Animal instinct took over, and I thrusted into her with zeal. Having a girl's mouth on my cock was incredible, but this was even sweeter--tight, wet, and smooth.

"No, me please," Jill gasped, grabbing my wrist and pleading. 

I didn't need to be asked again, and I pulled out of Kelly and moved to Jill. She guided me in as Kelly moaned in frustration from my sudden departure. I was faced with a cornucopia of forbidden fruits, two beautiful naked bodies laying out before me. None of my thousands of adolescent fantasies had even come close to this reality. I savored the look of Jill's tits jiggling as the shockwaves from my thrusts shook them. Sounds I didn't know the human could make came out of her mouth. Kelly lay beside her, watching me. With one arm planted on the bed and the other cupping Kelly's breast, I leaned forward and kissed first Jill then Kelly, then moved down to suck first Kelly's then Jill's nipple, all the while slamming into Jill. I pulled out of Jill and went back to Kelly, placing her calves on my shoulders as I entered her. I folded her in half and alternated kissing her and Jill and sucking their nipples. Jill sat up and held Kelly's left leg open for me with one hand while her other hand held my neck as she kissed me. I had an idea.

"Hold her legs open," I ordered Jill.

Jill took a hold of Kelly's other leg and held them apart in a vulgar V shape. I leaned back as I continued to pound Kelly and admired the dazzling view-Kelly, face askew, lost in bliss, Jill, panting lustfully as she held Kelly open, and my cock sliding in out of Kelly. Both my hands were free, and I roamed their breasts as we screwed. I knew I was getting close, and it was time for a change. I pulled out of Kelly and kissed Jill forcefully. Kelly scrambled up beside us and I kissed her also. I laid Jill down and turned to Kelly.

"Will you give a me a hand?" I asked, eager to see the same view of Jill that I had just witnessed with Kelly.

Kelly grunted her assent and grabbed Jill's right leg. I seized Jill's hips and pulled her toward me, her ass hanging off of the bed. I positioned myself between her legs as Kelly took Jill's other leg and scooted above Jill's head. She spread Jill's thighs wide for me, and I drank in the sight of her wet cunt, opened for me, her hands grasping for my dick to guide me in. Instead, I leaned forward and ate her pussy. Jill squealing in delight. I stood again, placed my cock in position, and she guided me home. As I started fucking her, her left hand landed on Kelly's hip. I noticed that Jill's head was just inches in front of Kelly's pussy. A nasty thought formed in my head. I took my hands from their breasts and planted them on the wall above Kelly's shoulders, leaning forward to kiss her. I was now gloriously off balance, supported only by my hands on the wall, my toes on the floor and Jill's pussy as I sawed in and out of her. I started pounding into Jill harder, sliding her across the bed millimeter by millimeter toward the wall with the force of my thrusts. Soon, Jill's head was bumping Kelly's groin. Kelly realized what I wanted and brought her knees closer together, allowing room for Jill's head between her thighs. I broke our kiss and looked down on Jill as my powerful thrusts slowly drove her face under Kelly. Jill's other hand landed on Kelly's right hip as she tried to resist, but she was in no condition-or position-to stop her progress. As her face disappeared from view, I looked back at Kelly, who had what can only be described as fuck face. Kelly let out a series of short, sharp gasps, and I glanced down to see undulations in Jill's throat and gathered that she was licking Kelly's pussy. That sight was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and it pushed me over the edge. My thrusts became more erratic. I crushed a kiss on Kelly as I started to cum, the three of us moaning in unison. Kelly's blowjob was incredible, but this orgasm was even more powerful, and I saw stars as I came again and again. Kelly had released Jill's legs, and she collapsed to the side as my spasms subsided. I slumped forward onto Jill and started kissing her, her mouth wet from Kelly's pussy. I kissed her long and tenderly as she mewed, both of us completely satisfied. 




Geek God



Exhausted and without speaking, we reoriented ourselves so that all three of us were lying on the bed. There's not much room on a dorm-room bed, but I was too tired to care. I wrapped my arms around the shoulders of my two lovers and fell into a deep sleep. At some point in the night Kelly left my side to sleep in my roommate's bed. Early that morning, I was awakened as Kelly reached over me to nudge Jill awake. Jill quietly clambered over me, and they both dressed. An awkward series of shy goodbyes followed, and they left.

As I lay alone in my bed that morning, I wrestled with the question-whom did I lose my virginity to? The first girl I came inside of? That would be Kelly, via her blow job. The first girl whose pussy I entered? Kelly again. The first girl whose pussy I came in? That would be Jill. They say that you will never forget your first girl, and I am sure I will remember them both.

So what's a guy to do after losing his virginity on a night like that? Like a kid in a candy store, a moth to flame, I knew what I was going to do. I knew what I had to do. I had an important date than afternoon with two special friends. I had a date with Old Man Gravity and Mr. Steel.



Geek Lust



"Jane? Hey, it's Curtis. I just got the latest season of Battlestar Galactica on DVD," Curtis said into the phone.

"Cool! Can I check it out with you?" Jane replied excitedly.

"Of course, that's why I'm calling. How about Friday night? My parents will be gone for the weekend. We'll have the house to ourselves, so we can watch it on the big TV in the basement."

"Battlestar on the big screen with 5.0 surround sound? I'm there! I'll bring the pizza," Jane said.

"Great, see you then."

It was summer break between college classes. Curtis was a 20-year-old English major at a small college in Pennsylvania. Curtis knew he was a geek, and had the resume to prove it. A bit too thin, un-athletic, a science fiction fan, former library aid, and member of the audio/visual crew during his high school years were his major qualifications. But in his own opinion, the worst qualifier was that had never been kissed.

Then there was Jane. Plain Jane, the geek goddess. She had all the curves of a wooden plank. Thin with no feminine hips or bust. But, she was not entirely unattractive. Jane's long, dark brown hair that she usually pulled back in a ponytail, and her pretty, green eyes that peered out from behind a pair of glasses that were fashionably nerd almost gave her the look of a sexy librarian. Unfortunately, not quite sexy enough to make her popular with guys.

Jane was also a fan of science fiction and a fellow English major at the same college as Curtis. She spent her high school years unnoticed by members of the male species. On a dare, her only kiss came from her best friend's older brother during a sleepover when she was in junior high school. 

The pair first met at a science fiction convention during spring break from classes' freshman year. They quickly became friends after sharing a few classes together at college. Both were too shy to make their relationship turn romantic, though, they seemed to make the perfect pair.

Friday night arrived, and Jane cheerily greeted Curtis at his front door with a mushroom pizza and some homemade brownies. After the pizza was gone, the pair sat next to each other on the couch in the finished basement, munching on the brownies. The room was practically a movie theater with a small bar off to the side, a 5.0 sound system tuned to perfection, and the largest hi-definition movie screen you could imagine. It was the perfect evening as the two college kids enjoyed the DVD version of the Sci-Fi Channel's latest season of Battlestar Galactica together on the couch.

But, in the back of their minds, each of them thought about moving a little closer to each other. Their barrier of shyness prevented either of them from moving closer and sharing a warm snuggle on the plush couch.

"I love this room. I bet you are down here all the time." Jane smiled.

"I get my turns. My dad is a fairly big sports fan, so he monopolizes it most of the time." Curtis replied.

"Well, he pays the mortgage, so he has the right."

"Yea, but not tonight." Curtis said with a satisfied grin.

As the episode ended, Jane asked, "What other DVD's do you have that would look cool on this?" 

"I got my collection up in my room, if you want to check it out?"

"Sure, let's see what you have in stock." Jane chirped.

The couple trudged up to Curtis's room. It was tidy, but crammed full of stuff. A small TV and DVD player sat on a shelf surrounded by his collection of DVD's. Jane thumbed through the various titles, pulling out a few to examine the covers. As she reached to put a handful of disks back on the shelf, she peered closely at the open space between a few of the disks.

"Hey, what do you have behind these?" She asked. She could see some additional DVDs hidden flat against the wall, behind the other movies.

"Uh, nothing. Just put 'em away." Curtis uncomfortably replied. He could feel his face becoming a little flush.

"Oh my gosh, I found your porn stash!", Jane squealed as she punched a humiliated Curtis on his shoulder. "Oh, let's see what you've got!"

"Aw come on. Leave it alone!" Curtis begged.

Jane reached into shelf, knocking over a dozen movies to grab the hidden contraband. "Hmmmmm, I wonder how these would look on the big screen in stereo sound!" Jane squealed as she reveled in Curtis's embarrassment.

"Hey, knock it off!" a red-faced Curtis exclaimed.

"Ooooooo, Asia Carrera! Or Jenna Jamison! So, what are you in the mood for tonight, Asian or blonde?"

Curtis's face glowed hot with embarrassment. He knew he wasn't going to win this battle, nor would Jane ever let him forget it. All he could manage was a goofy smile, knowing that all he could do was stand back and take Jane's good-natured teasing.

"I say we just take both disks along. We'll start out with Jenna." Jane said with the biggest grin.

The pair made their way back to the movie room in the basement. Despite Curtis's protests, he actually thought it would be fun to watch a porno movie with Jane. Heck, this would be the first time he watched porn with someone else.

"Pop in Jenna!" smiled Jane as she flopped down on the comfortable couch.

As Curtis placed the disk in the player, he asked. "Are you sure you want to see this?" 

"Hey, I've seem my share of these. Remember, I've got two older brothers."

"You went through their stuff?" He asked.

"Sure. What can I say? I was a curious teenager. When I had the house to myself, I'd snoop around."

"And you like watching them?"

"They can be fun. I'm not the total prude geek-chick, ya know." She smiled.

After Curtis closed the disk player, he sat down on the couch next to Jane. The pair slouched back into the cushions as the movie started. Strangely, he actually started to feel comfortable watching the movie with her. 

As the movie played, Curtis could feel his penis harden in his shorts. His mind began to race. Should he put his arm around Jane? Would she reject him? Would she get mad or laugh? Finally, he worked up his courage and snaked an arm around her petite shoulder.

To his surprise, Jane accepted his embrace, as she placed her head on his shoulder. His heart was pounding as he debated his next advance.

"Jane, can I kiss you?" His voice cracked with anxiety.

"Sure." Jane said softly, almost whispered. Her sweet smile melted Curtis's heart and helped put him at ease. Nervously, he started with a small peck on her soft lips. Jane's hand on his cheek reassured Curtis. As he went to kiss her again, their lips parted. Their kiss was a little unsure but sweet, as their tongues delicately danced together. 

With his confidence growing, Curtis gently slid his hand under Jane's shirt. His fingertips nervously, but gently, touched the soft skin of her belly. She felt so warm and smooth. His fingers tentatively roamed up to the lace of her bra, and he felt her heart pounding as hard as his own. Their tongues continued to dance the ballet of young desire.

Curtis's fingers slipped under the textured material of Jane's bra. She gasped softly as his fingers touched the soft skin of her small breast. As his fingers explored her flesh, he pushed up Jane's shirt and bra, exposing her hardening nipple.

"Hold on. Let me help you." Jane lustfully gasped as she arched back to pull off her t-shirt. Curtis's eyes were as wide as saucers as she reached around and unclasped her bra. Her small, pancake breasts were exposed. To Curtis, she was the most beautiful girl in existence.

"I have to admit, I've never done this before." Curtis nervously admitted.

"It's ok. This is my first time, too," smiled Jane.

Jane slid her body around so she was straddling Curtis as they sat on the couch. She rolled the bottom of his t-shirt up and pulled it over his head and off, tossing it aside. They were both breathing hard as their hands explored the exposed flesh of each other's body, kissing each other between soft touches.

Curtis's hands roamed to Jane's petite hips. His fingers probed beneath the waist of her shorts and panties. Cautiously, he started to pull them down. Jane lifted her body up and rested her weigh on her knees, allowing him to pull her shorts and panties down. Her clothes bunched around her thighs as she squirmed to escape the fabric that confined her. 

As her shorts tangled around her knees, she stood to let them drop to her ankles. After they fell to the floor, she kicked them aside. She stood completely nude in front of Curtis. He sucked in an excited breath as his eyes played over her body.

With one quick motion, Curtis arched up and pulled his shorts down. Still sitting on the couch, he kicked them away. Free of their clothes, Jane straddled Curtis again. He gasped as his hard cock rubbed against the fur of her pubic patch. Her curly little hairs tickled the sensitive skin of Curtis's throbbing cock. Their hips were grinding against each other as they passionately embraced and kissed. The sensation of her just her hair touching him was driving him wild. 

Jane delicately kissed a path down Curtis's chest. Her lips tickled over his nipples, down his belly, and nuzzled against the fur above his manhood. She slid her body down until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She paused for a moment, savoring her feelings.

"Oh yes Jane. Please." Curtis whispered.

She gently grasped his shaft, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base above his sack. Excitement was seeping from the tip of his penis as Jane lowered her mouth close. Her tongue licked and circled the slippery head as he softly moaned with pleasure.

Jane parted her lips as they slipped over the ridge of his mushroom head, down the shaft. His cock felt so hot in her mouth. It was hard, yet his skin gave it a smooth almost soft feeling. She could feel it throbbing with excitement as it filled her mouth. Her tongue circled the shaft as she sucked it into her warm mouth.

Her lips were sliding up and down the rigid shaft. She would gently suck as her lips slid back to the head, then tease it with her tongue as she filled her mouth again with his fleshy rod. 

Jane's head slowly bobbed up and down, bringing incredible feelings of pleasure to Curtis. His hips rocked slightly in time with Jane's motions. The sounds of Curtis breathing hard and Jane's slurping competed with the 5.0 sound of the adult movie. As she bobbed up and down, Curtis could feel his intimate areas tingling. His bare toes curled in the soft carpet as the sensation was growing. His pleasure was about to release.

Jane could sense the stress that was building in Curtis's body. Faster, she sucked up and down on his throbbing member. 

"Oh, Jane! I'm going to-"

Curtis never finished saying what he was about to do. His hips arched forward as his orgasm came. Jane jumped with surprise as the first wave filled her mouth with sticky syrup. It caught her off guard like an electric jolt. He kept cumming in long streams that overflowed her mouth, dripping over her lips and down her chin.

As his orgasm subsided, Curtis exhaled a long gasp. Jane wiped the white sap from her face and curled up against him, smiling with satisfaction. They basked in the emotion of the moment. 

After a minute, Curtis smiled at Jane. 

"Your turn."

Curtis slid his body down, so that he was now kneeling on the floor in front of Jane. She reclined back on the couch, spreading her thighs apart invitingly to Curtis. Her virgin honey pot was glistening with her juices. 

Curtis placed his hands on her soft thighs as he moved his face closer. His tongue gingerly explored the velvet folds of her wet pussy. Jane gasped at the sensation of his tongue intimately licking her. She watched as his licks circled and teased her throbbing clitoris. She tingled with pleasure as Curtis's tongue licked her sweet area.

Jane exhaled soft, raspy groans as Curtis fervently licked her sensitive nub. His lips and chin were soaked with the sticky sweet nectar that was trickling down to the puckered little opening of her ass.

Jane had been aroused by the movie and the blowjob she gave Curtis. Not to mention the fact that this was the first time her virgin pussy had been licked, so she was extremely turned on now. Her small chest heaved as her breathing became erratic and her heart pounded. She could feel the tingling of her own orgasm building.

She reached down; her fingers ran through Curtis's hair as she pulled his face closer. He gently sucked her clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, pushing her over the edge. 

"Oh Curtis!" She squealed as her body shook from the release of her orgasm. Waves of intense pleasure erupted from between her thighs and pulsated through her body for what seemed like minutes. 

Jane collapsed back onto the couch as the last throbs of bliss subsided. Curtis slid his body up onto the couch so he was stretched out next to her. With their warm bodies pressed against one another, they rested for a few minutes. As they held each other, Jane could feel Curtis was becoming aroused again. 

She looked into his eyes and whispered, "Do you want to go up to your room?"

"Yes." Curtis replied softly.

As the young couple stood up, Jane grabbed her purse that was lying on the floor next to the couch.

"What do you need that for?" Curtis asked.

Jane opened her purse and pulled out a box of condoms. "I have to admit, I was hoping for this with you for a while. I thought I'd take the precaution tonight, just in case." 

Curtis just smiled nervously as the young couple walked back upstairs to his bedroom. His hard cock bobbed up and down as he climbed up the steps. Both of them were still a little anxious despite their first interlude downstairs.

When they reached Curtis's room, Jane entered first. Curtis paused and watched her walk to his bed, admiring her nude body. He watched as she crawled onto his bed and rolled over. She lay on her back with her legs slightly spread and looked back at him invitingly.

His heart racing, Curtis walked to the bed with all the nonchalance he could muster. He was trying to be the picture of cool as he slid onto the bed next to Jane. Tenderly, Curtis leaned forward and kissed Jane's lips. Their swirling tongues reaffirmed their desire.

Curtis gently kissed his way down Jane's neck. His lips trailed delicately across her smooth skin, stopping at her pink little nipples. His tongue circled and flicked over the hardening little buds. Jane gasped softly as her body was throbbing with lust for her lover.

"Are you ready?" Curtis asked his voice just a little louder than a whisper.

"More than you can imagine." Jane smiled back.

Curtis rolled over and opened the box of condoms that Jane left on the bed next to them. Carefully he tore open one of the small packets to reveal its slippery contents. He pulled the rolled up condom out of the wrapper and looked at it for a moment.

Lying on his back, Curtis unrolled the slick latex sheath down the shaft of his hard member. It all felt a little strange and foreign to him, but the newness of entire experience exhilarated him. 

Curtis rolled back gave Jane one last passionate kiss. Softly, he told her "I love you." 

"I love you too."

With that, Curtis carefully rolled over and slid his body between Jane's thighs. His hands on either side of Jane's shoulders as he balanced on his knees, Jane reached down to help guide him into her waiting opening.

Slowly Curtis pushed his hips forward to enter her slick pussy. They both gasped as he slid inside and their virginity ended. It was nothing like either of them had felt before. Jane felt so warm, so tight around him. Her softness and warmth felt so good, and it was an incredible feeling. 

Slowly, Curtis rocked his hips forward and back. His hard cock was sliding in and out, as they breathed raggedly and softly moaned enjoying the incredible pleasure.

Jane wrapped her legs around Curtis, using her calves to pull him deeper inside. Her excitement was trickling from her hot pussy lips. Faster, he pumped.

"Oooh, God yes! Do it! C'mon! Yeeeess!" Jane passionately gasped.

Jane's cries spurred him on. Faster, Curtis fucked, plunging his hard cock deep inside her with each furious thrust. With each passionate push, he was bringing both of the young lovers to climax.

Jane could feel Curtis's cock growing harder with each thrust. With one final push, she could feel his cock pulsating as it filled her hot tunnel one last time. Curtis groaned and his body arched back, pushing his hips forward, his cock completely inside her. Jane's hips rose up off the mattress to meet his last thrust. Curtis filled the condom with the spurts of his orgasm, while Jane squealed as her own orgasm tore through her young body.

They collapsed onto the mattress and into the warmth of their embrace. They were both shaking from the intensity of their orgasms as Curtis softly kissed Jane's lips.

"Wow." Jane said when her voice regained the ability to work. "Oh Curtis, that was just...I can't describe it."

"Incredible?" Curtis said. His smile was so wide that it nearly extended past his ears.

"Your parents will have to leave more often." Jane sighed.

"So, does this mean you will be my girlfriend?" Curtis smiled.

"Of course. And you don't even need to wait for the next Battlestar Galactica DVD to come out." She grinned.



Geek Luv



Flip

And her red hair cascaded down around her shoulders. I had her try the process again after the patch was applied.

Success. She smiled her stressed out smile, that end of the month accounting group overworked, I’ve got to close the books smile she uses. 

“Good to go?”

“Yep, I’ll be able to get my reports done now.”

“Excellent, let me know if you have any other issues.”

“OK”

That has been out relationship. I’m the computer geek, she’s the head bean counter. I make sure the trains run on time, she counts the cars as they go through the station. She calls me when she needs something fixed on or in her computer. I go to her to justify why I need to spend hoards of capital on new toys, er, equipment.

I wander back to my office, pit that it is papers everywhere, equipment laying about, it a wonder I can get anything done at times. But it’s home, they leave me alone and I can get my work done.

The monitoring software seems to be functioning properly. I can see the network - BEEP

(now what)

“Hello”

“Again, I just patched it, OK hang on I’ll be right over”

(Damned Microsquish, wish they’d write good code)

Back over to accounting, I’m not supposed to be this busy on a Sunday for cripes sake. Suzanne is on the phone. She motions me in and in front of her machine. It all seemed correct. She hangs up the phone.

“look and this.”

“what?”

“This crap in my mail”

“it’s porno-spam just get rid of it”

“No look at it.”

I look. 

Typical cheap sleazy HTML porno-spam. You can filter until hell freezes over and you still end up with this crap.

“OK, I’ve violated company policy by looking at this, what is the point?”

“The point is it’s trash”

( I’m not getting it..)

“ It’s not interesting, it doesn’t make me want to click on the button”

(huh? she called me over to discuss this?)

“So just delete it.....”

“What I’m saying is any woman with half a brain could do better than this”

( I think she's been at the numbers too long.....)

“and your point...”

She bends over her desk, her gaze fixed on me”, It’s not sexy!”

“I agree it’s not” 

I’ve not been this close to her before. Nice perfume. Don’t dare look down. Thought about it oh shit too late. DOH!

The sight line was excellent right down the blouse through the bra and through her cleavage. Nice view.

uh oh, busted. 

“You like what you see?”

“It’s an interesting vantage point.”, I figure now I’m either toast or it could get interesting. 

“Can’t really judge, but I ‘m intrigued.”

She stood up straight, cocked her hip to the right, placed her hands on her hips and smirked at me. 

“Well if you’re not interested”

“Hey now, I said I was intrigued but could not judge”

She smiled and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a silky smooth white bra with a front clasp. Her tummy was firm and smooth. One would never know seeing her every day in her shapeless ill tailored clothing. But then maybe she’s compensating for be a woman in a tough job. 

She’s resting her hand on the clasp of her slacks.

“Should I continue?”

“Don’t let me stop you, you’re doing just fine.” I glad her desk is between me and her, as my cock is beginning to poke out of the bottom of my shorts. Should’ve worn underwear.

Unclasping her slacks, she slides the zipper down the side if her hip and steps out of them as they fall to the floor. I am completely numb. Here I am on a Sunday morning, wanting to get some work done, sitting in the CFO’s office with the door closed watching her do a strip tease for me. The woman who is so square during work hours it’s scary...

Shit - this is scary. 

“So?” She turns a slow spin. 

Thong underwear, jeez what next.

“I’m impressed, you have a very desirable body.”

“How desirable?” “Show me.”

“lose the rest of your clothes and sit down on this side of the desk, and I’ll show you”

Her eyes widen - not expecting this or she’s ...?

She reaches up to her bra and unclasps it while turning around, her back to me she drops it to the floor. She unclasps her panties and they too drop slowly to the floor. She bends over and picks up her things and folds them neatly and places them on the table. She turns towards me to reveal quite possibly the most perfect set of tits this viewer has ever seen. Round, pale, smooth and firm. The rare breast, full natural and self supporting, she has nurtured these well. Her nipples are erect and about the size of a old style Ike silver dollar, they look so dark and suckable. A contrast to her creamy skin. My eyes slowly traverse her body taking it all in soft curves on her hips, and a full bush, rare these days. I’ve got a raging hard on now. Glad now that I didn’t wear underwear. would have been most uncomfortable.

“Come here and sit on your blotter.” 

There's that smirk again. She accepts and came around behind the desk and sat down on the blotter.

“That's right, now open you legs, lean back and let me show you how much I appreciate your show.”

Her thighs are taut and smooth, responding to my warm breath and tongue by becoming all goose bumpy. I start at her left knee and slowly and gently begin nibbling her soft flesh. The combination of tongue and teeth, makes her gasp and writhe slightly. My hands reach behind her and cup her firm ass, I don’t want her to wiggle away. As I move in closer to her divine triangle, she opens her legs slightly wider, and I begin to smell her sex, her musk. I reach up to cup one of her breasts and she guides my hand to it. 

Oh man a perfect fit, in my hand, cupping it from the under side, my hand finds a home. My thumb and index finger tweak her nipple slightly and I hear her squeak.

“Weeeek!”

I stop - “No please touch it some more, I want you to play with it, be aggressive!”

She likes it rough, ok I can do that... Rolling her nipple around in my fingers, she seems to melt slightly in my grasp. Pulling on it she pulls back and we play an intimate game of tug-o-war.

I have reached my objective and lick my lips, then hers...

“Weeeek!”

A very odd noise. He lips are full and dark pink engorged with desire. I lick her from blotter to clitoris and back. She tastes of desire and a faint tang of salt. My tongue, darted inside of her, and she bucked her hips into my face. I slithered up to her clit and suck it softly. 

“WEEEEK!”

She ground her clit into my face as if daring me to make her cum. 

“OoooOooOOOooh WEEEEEK!” She shuddered arched her back into my face, knocking her knick knacks, papers and pens everywhere. Damn violent orgasms are wild to watch, and fun to cause...

She rested on her back legs spread for a few moments.

“Thank you” she says weakly. She sits up and looks down at the bulge in my shorts.

“Oh I see you have a problem down there”. She reaches down to caress my member through my shorts

“Yes it’s a bit confining”

“Let me help you with that.” She slid down from the desk and unbuckled my belt.

“Stand up”

I complied, she then undid my shorts and dropped them to the floor. revealing my hardness to her. 

“I’ve not seen one like this before”

“Never had an uncut pecker?”

“Nope”

“Well enjoy”

With that she sat me down and took me in her mouth. I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting her work her mouth around my dick and balls. She played with my foreskin in her lips sliding her tongue under and over and around.

“you’ve done this before.....” I moaned. 

She had to have, it felt like she could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch.

“I don’t knowb bwhat you bmean” she said, not missed a beat.

She’s master at this, brining me to the edge and holding me there, allowing me to build and build, but never quite release. 

And then she stops. 

My dick is wet with her spit and I feel a draft from the air conditioner. She turns around and bends over the desk.

“Take me”

Oh man I can’t believe this. The CFO is a sex goddess and I’ve been selected. Me the network geek. The computer guy.

“How do you want it?”

“Hard”

She’s gripped the edge of the desk with both hands. knuckles whitening.

I stand up behind her and take aim at her with my cock. I tease her pussy with the tip. she pressed back towards me and I withdrew slightly.

“mmmmm Please do me...” she whispered intently.

I press the tip against he ass. 

“Not there...”

“Why not?” I reply

“I ‘ve never done that” 

“You might like it”

“Slowly then”

I press up against her ass again and begin to penetrate her. 

“WeeEEEEEK!”

There's that sound again. Her ass was tight and it took some work to get all the way in , but once in she began to writhe and squirm with pleasure. I slowly slid in and out and she responded in turn. After a bit I pulled out of her ass and plunged into her pussy. 

“WeeeeeeeEEK!

Taking her from behind was an adventure, she was bucking and squirming and moving around and finally I rolled onto the desk and pined her down hard. And gave it to her hard and deep. I sent her over the top again only this time I went over with her. 

“OoooOOOooOOOoOHHH WEEEEEEEEEKKKK”

It felt like I had blown the end of my peter off I came so hard. We lay there tangled up in each other for what seemed like a very long time. Put of the corner of my eye I noticed motion on the video monitor. 

“Uh oh trouble”

“What?”

“Looks like we have guests”

“Oh - uh right”, she glances at the clock, “Some of the accounting group is coming in to do some work”

“We’d better get it together!”

I threw on my shorts vault her desk and toss her underthings to her. She has them on in a flash. Her slacks and blouse are on a second or two later and I beat a hasty retreat to computer room.

Shit, I just laid the CFO!

Composure - my thing is composure. I cross the hall to my office and sit down at my desk and clear my mind. I look at my e-mail and see a new message. 

from Suzanne:

Subject: Scheduling

Next Sunday morning?

S

Reply:

from: Guy

Subject : re:Scheduling

yes

G

Now if I can just get through the week with out giving it away......

Yikes