Nerd Girl (7 page)

***Derrick***

My trip to Boston was great. The people from Fitnexx seem interested in using me as their spokesperson. The promo shots came out fantastic if I do say so myself. Riven would be so proud of the results of his training and dedication to my physique. Fitness training and helping people to maintain a healthy lifestyle is exactly what I’ve been working towards for my career. Mitzi was a complete shark, negotiating my contract with them. I got the best deal possible for my time and face to promote a revolutionary dietary supplement. I can pay off mom’s house now and maybe take Amy on a vacation in a couple months. Surprisingly there has been no drama between me and Mitzi this entire trip. She’s adhered to the business-only rule and performed her duties as my agent without issue. I didn’t even have to make that phone call to her boss about the fuss she’s been making, because I don’t want an intimate relationship with her. There’s never been such a thing as no-strings-attached fucking. Somebody always develops stronger feelings for the other and that’s when problems start. Lesson learned. Think with the big head next time and tell the little head to shut his cakehole.

Once the plane touched down in Newark, I was off to collect my bags, get my car and go see my girl. I guess Mitzi went home because I waved and left her to collect her stuff from baggage claim. It was a dick move, I know, but after a week without seeing Amy, I just didn’t give a shit. Riven sent me a text that the girls just went in for their pole class and that he would meet me in the lobby. Good thing the Parkway is like the Autobahn; any speed under 80MPH is too slow.

I park the Challenger in my employee spot and click my key fob to lock the doors as I jog into the gym. I spot my buddy and walk over to give him one of our back slap handshake greetings.

“Hey, man, good to see your ugly face. None of us around here missed your moody ass.” Riven, really knows how to welcome you home.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know you're just jealous of my insane sexiness and want to lick my biceps.” I flex my arms displaying, my bulging muscles and wink at him.

“Nah, you’re too beautiful for me, hot stuff. I like girls with brass balls and funky colored hair.” Well, well, he just admitted to being into Layla. No surprise there, she’s gorgeous and is blunt to the point of pain. Just his type.

“I’m sick of looking at your sour puss, where’s my girl?”

“They’re in Studio B; I’ll walk down with you. That should be a good enough excuse to watch Layla strut around a pole in skimpy clothes. I was warned to stay away, so I’ll just blame you.”

Nothing like throwing me under the bus pal. Whatever I have to see Amy. Phone calls, and text messages just aren’t good enough and Facebook photos don’t do her justice. My girl is gorgeous and sweet. Even though she’s unsure of herself and is clumsy, it turns me on. I can hear the music pumping through the studio sound system as we reach the glass wall and I quickly peer inside. It just got extremely hot in here and my jeans got tighter due to my swollen dick. My eyes search for Amy, but the girl in the purple boxer shorts has legs that go on for days, tits I want to suck on for hours, and an ass that I want to worship. Her hair is different shades of blonde and has a fresh blunt cut that frames an angelic face and the grayest colored eyes I’ve only ever seen during a rainstorm. Just as I’m starting to feel guilty about ogling some girl, it hits me. Holy fuck!! That girl is Amy. That’s My Amy. I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the world because that girl is going home with me tonight. What did she do to her hair? Where are her glasses? Am I the reason for this transformation? God, I hope so. I go away for five days and my sexy little librarian turns into a goddess.

“Hey, man, I see Layla, but where’s Amy? She was supposed to be here right?” Riven asks the question while scanning the girls to find her. “Who’s the new chick with the great rack and luscious ass?” He must have spotted her, too. I’m completely speechless. If I were able to make a sound it would be a pained groan. My girl is working her pole and trying to move her body to the beat of the music. I see Riven out of the corner of my eye. His mouth is gaping open in shock, gum about to fall to the floor, when it finally dawns on him, that luscious-ass girl is my sweet Amy.

I should probably be giving Riven a good old brain duster for staring at my girl, but I can’t pull my eyes away from her body and her smiling face. She’s got no reason to feel self-conscious about anything. Except…...that! Uh oh, I think she just ripped her shorts.

“Are those kitty cats?” Riven obviously noticed too, because just like me, he’s been staring at her ass.

“Yep, pretty sure they are.” I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing as I notice Amy zero in on me through the glass. Oh sweet Jesus, kitty cats. She’s clearly embarrassed and tries to hold the rip together discreetly as she sneaks out. I grab a towel off one of the carts in the hallway and meet her at the door. She’s got one hand holding her torn shorts together and the other rubbing her forehead. I wrap the towel around her waist, simply putting a Band-Aid on her dignity. Damn those pussies got me thinking about all the ways I want to make her purr. Holding the towel in place, I grab her ass and pull her body against mine. Hey, if you don’t grab your chick’s ass when you kiss her, why do you even have hands? I’m positive she feels how hard my dick is for her, how could she not? I could pound a spike through steel at the moment. I don’t care though; right now it’s imperative that I feel her, kiss her and taste her.

“You’re he-” she’s silenced when I claim her lips. Our mouths are crashing together, starved for each other. Tongues dueling, caressing and teasing. I’ve had some passionate kisses in my time, but this one is going to get me in trouble if I don’t stop soon. The problem is, I don’t want to. It takes the clearing of a throat to break me out of my desire for Amy. I slow down by giving her short pecks on her lips, nose and eyelids. I could give two shits about Riven standing three feet away from us. Let him look. Cupping Amy’s face in my palms I look into eyes she has yet to open. Still in a daze from my kisses.

“Hi baby, I’ve missed you! What happened to your glasses?” Where’s my sexy little librarian? Shaking herself out of her stunned silence, I’m graced with a dazzling smile and eyes gray as thunderheads.

“Hey, stranger. Oh, I put my contacts in for a change, do you like it? I’ve missed you too.” I feel like we’re in our own little world, until that throat clearing sounds again. Looking up from my girl I see Riven standing behind her holding out the towel I must have dropped and staring at my girl’s ass.

“Dude, as much as I’m enjoying the view and may I just say, it is spectacular, I think Jenks would appreciate some cover for her kitties.” The idiot has the balls to tease her; I might have to lay him out for that one. Grabbing the towel from him, I help Amy wrap it around her waist.

“Oh my god, crap like this only happens to me!” Poor Amy bows her mortified head into my chest. I know chicks are funny about shit like that happening, but it was freaking hot to see her strutting around and moving her body to the music. I’ve been to strip clubs where the dancers rip off their panties for the crowd. Even though Amy is wearing boxer shorts with panties underneath, it still caused me to get a boner of epic proportions and my eyes just about to fall out of my head. “Um, let me go take care of this before I’m humiliated any further.” Grabbing the towel and pecking me on the cheek, she takes off into the ladies locker room. I think I need to make a stop in the locker room as well, the pressure behind my zipper isn’t going to go away on its own. Fuck! I haven’t had to rub one out since high school. Time for a reintroduction to the Mother Thumb and her four daughters. Damn those pussies for turning me on like this.

“Hey fucker, go take care of the snake in your drawers before she comes back and you scare her to death,” Riven says with a chuckle, just irritating me even more.

“Screw you, Riv!”

“Derrick, if you don’t do something about that now, you might take out your eye later on when you jerk yourself off. Cum bullets to the eye may cause blindness.” He jokes. “Ooh, and then you’d have to wear an eye patch, you’d look totally sexy in an eye patch. Move over Jackson Kent.” He says referring to the flamboyant, historical romance cover model. Riven just loves to laugh at his own jokes. He’s the funniest person he knows.

“Dude, do you ever shut up?” He’s such an asshole sometimes. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. If she comes back before then, tell her….tell her….I had to take care of a problem.”

“That all it takes you? Ten minutes? Thought you had more staying power than that man.”

“Ha, ha, ha, fuck you very much, Riv, just tell her.” I give Riven that brain duster to the back of his head and take off for the locker rooms as quickly as the steel rod in my jeans will allow. I can still hear the echo of his immature, “Argh, aye, aye captain!” as the door closes behind me.

Chapter #9

Nerd Girl Problem #109

Laughing during an orgasm is not the way to make your guy feel like a stud. Hmm, who’d of thought?

D
errick is wiped out from his long week. He’s been run ragged doing his best to land the job with Fitnexx. I can’t imagine Mitzi being a dream to deal with all week either. We decided just to go back to his house, order a pizza and veg out in front of the TV. At least this way I’ll be out of the public eye if my alter ego, Klutzy McKlutzerson, decides to show up again. I’m still mortified about what happened tonight. Ripping my shorts in front of my boyfriend was bad enough, having his best friend and my other classmates witness my catastrophe was humiliating. Layla got it right when she chose my nickname, only she should call me Jinx, not Jenks. I was expecting the ribbing I got from her when she joined me in the locker room. Yes, she had informed me beforehand not to wear the boxer shorts and that the spandex would make for easier motion around the pole. I, however, chose comfort and modesty. Bad choice apparently, so I had to take whatever she dished out. I didn’t leave unscathed by her rant, but she was compassionate about my bruised dignity. Riven just had to rub the salt into my wounded pride once I joined Derrick and him in the lobby. I guess his new nickname for me is “Miss Kitty.” Thanks for the reminder moron. Like I could ever forget. I noticed Derrick shoot Riven the stink eye and he idly rubbed the back of his head. As the instructor, Cara had to make sure I was alright after I ran out of her class. When Layla blurted out what happened, Cara could barely contain her laughter and couldn’t even look me in the eyes. She patted me on the back and reminded me to wear the spandex shorts next time. Scuttling down the hallway and closing herself off in her office, I swear I heard her burst out laughing.

Derrick and I say our goodbyes to Layla and Riven. They decided to go shoot some pool and get a few drinks. The guys live in a newer townhouse development about two towns over from the gym. Holding hands for the whole ride over and just being with Derrick makes me happy. I’ve missed him this week and I just want us to spend some quality time together.

His townhouse is three floors. The bottom floor consists of a storage room and garage entry. The main level is an open concept living room, dining room and kitchen combo, decorated in earth tones of browns, greens and cream colors. The large brown microfiber sectional is centered in front of a gorgeous slate fireplace with a 65” plasma screen TV mounted over the mantle. It’s a bachelor pad, although the color scheme gives the place a warm, homey feeling. There are a few pictures of family members scattered here and there as well as few of Derrick and Riven when they were younger. It’s nice that they have been friends for so long. I’m assuming the bedrooms are on the third floor; not confirmed but I suspect I’ll find out soon enough. Derrick quickly makes a call to order our pizza and we playfully argue over what movie to watch. He’s in the mood for some-blow-them up action movie and I’m more interested in something funny. After this evening, I need to laugh about something that’s not at my expense. We agree on
‘Ride Along’
starring Kevin Hart and Ice Cube. Derrick throws his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into to his side, snuggling me down next to him. With a quick peck on my forehead, we start the movie and wait for our pizza.

About half an hour later the doorbell rings. Derrick pauses the movie and leaves me to pay the delivery person. The smell of fresh basil, melted cheese and tomatoes is making my mouth water.

“Come on, sweets, have you ever had margarita pizza?” I shake my head no. “Well, you’re in for a treat. Let’s eat.” Derrick takes the large, flat, white box over to the kitchen island where I left my purse, grabs a few paper plates from a cabinet and starts dishing out the slices. “Can you get us some iced tea from the fridge? Glasses are in the cabinet to the left of the sink,” he says, gesturing to the cabinet. I scramble over to the kitchen, locate the glasses and grab the pitcher of iced tea. Once we’re all set, we carry our plates and drinks back to the couch and resume the movie.

“Oh, this, this is awesome. The fresh mozzarella and the fresh tomatoes are delicious!” I gush over the taste as I take my first few bites. Derrick just chuckles over my reaction.

“Yep, once you’ve tasted margarita, every other pizza pales in comparison.” Devouring his two slices, Derrick shoots me a cheeky smile and wink. I’ve become a fan of this pizza. We sit quietly, chewing and watching our movie. While laughing at a funny part and taking a bite, I feel a glob of sauce fall on my chin. I look around for a napkin and that’s when it dawns on me we forgot to bring them from the kitchen.

“Derrick, can you run and get me a napkin?” I ask, trying to staunch the flow of sauce with my hand. Glancing over at me, he sets his plate down on the ottoman in front of him. Taking my face in his hands he licks the sauce off my face, from the base of my chin right to the corner of my lips.

“Mm, that’s better, you taste so good.” Pulling my plate out of my hands and setting it down next to his own, he proceeds to lick each of my saucy fingers, one by one. Once I’m squeaky clean, Derrick swoops back in to kiss me. Tangling one hand in my hair he tilts my head back, positioning me at the perfect angle to dominate my mouth. With the other hand gripping my hip, he pulls me in until I’m almost laying across his lap. My nipples pucker up tight, pressing against my shirt. I’m sure if he looked down, I’d blind him with my headlights. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold him close. This is one of the most intense kisses of my life. Sliding up from my hip his hand brushes against the side of my breast, swiping his knuckles back and forth across my tight nipple. Wow! That feels so amazing! Intense tingling hits me right between my legs, creating dampness in my panties. Our kiss turns aggressive, devouring. I try to pull back. I need to explain to Derrick that, although I have had sex before, it was less than memorable and I’m inexperienced. I didn’t even have an orgasm. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I feel he should know this going forward.

“Derrick, wait,” I say as I turn my head to the side, attempting to break our kiss. He simply changes direction and starts kissing and sucking on my neck. He’s making it very difficult to think right now.
Ah, yes, just like that
. “Derrick, I have to talk to you about something.”

“Talk, baby, I’m all ears.” His tongue darts out to lightly lick up my throat and then trace my ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth to nibble. Oh, god can he kiss. My panties are getting wetter and the hard edge of his erection is digging into my back, so I wiggle on his lap for a more comfortable position and try to talk to him again.

“Derrick, please.” Unwrapping my hands from his neck, I gently nudge him in the chest. The please must have caught his attention and he lifts his eyes to meet mine.

“What’s wrong, Amy? Is this too fast? I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready. But baby…” He looks away from me and shakes his head, unable to finish.

“Derrick, I’ve only ever been with one guy and that was two years ago. To say that I am inexperienced is an understatement.” Cupping his face in my hands I make him look at me. “Chad was my study partner. He was more interested in his own satisfaction than making sure I enjoyed myself,” I explain my pathetic experience and the light starts to dawn on Derrick.

“Amy, are you telling me you gave your virginity to someone who didn’t even make you cum? What kind of douche nozzle was this kid?” Derrick barks, shaking his head.

“That’s just it Derrick, he was a kid, I want a man. I just think we should slow down a little. I don’t know what I’m doing in the bedroom and I don’t want to disappoint you with my lack of experience.”

“You disappointing me is not possible. The fact that you had a two pump chump for your first pisses me off! He has no idea of the gift you gave him. I’ll teach you. I’ll help you navigate your way into sex.”

“Are you serious?” I probe. Again, this sounds too good to be true. “I can’t believe you’d be willing to wait for me. Most guys wouldn’t.”

“Amy, I’m not most guys.” He tilts his head to the side, giving me a sweet smile. “Baby, I’d wait forever for you. My balls will be bluer than the Caribbean Sea, but yeah. You’re sexy as hell, gorgeous, have a rocking body, beautiful breasts and you’re sweet as candy. I consider myself lucky you even give me the time of day.” My smile is beaming; he considers himself lucky.

“Then, yes, I’d love for you to teach me.” Standing, Derrick reaches down and takes both my hands, pulling me up into his arms. We hug each other for a moment while he strokes my long hair.

“I’m not going to teach you here on the couch. I want you laid out on my bed so I can see all of you. Feel all of you.” Kissing me gently, we walk out of the living room, hand in hand, up the stairs to the first bedroom on the left. I stand in the doorway while Derrick goes into his bedroom, turning on the two bedside lamps, lighting up the room in a sensual glow. He waits by the side of his king sized bed, giving me the opportunity to change my mind about giving my body to him. The decision was made downstairs. I approach him and rub my hands up and down his front, feeling sculpted muscles and abs under his shirt. Running his hands up my arms to my shoulders he pulls me in and hungrily eats at my lips. We both seem starved for the other and it’s only been minutes since our last kiss. I rub my hands greedily over his chest and can’t help but groan when I feel him rub the skin of my back. My shirt must have pulled up when I wrapped my hands around his neck.

Smoothing his hands over my ribcage and heading south, Derrick grabs my ass and gives a squeeze. I need to feel his skin next to mine, so I reach for the hem of his polo shirt and smooth my hands back up his naked torso. Yanking his shirt off, I am now face to face with the physical perfection that graces all my favorite book covers. The only difference is in real life, his nipples are pierced with small silver barbells. His jeans sit low on his hips, exposing the elastic band of his underwear. Running the backs of my hands up his abs, I gently circle those pierced nipples with my knuckles, giving each a small tug between my fingers. His breath is coming in short, fast pants and he growls low in his throat. If I continue to tease him much longer, who knows what will happen.

“Ok, I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours.” Grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt, he yanks it up over my head and tosses it over his shoulder, not caring where it lands. [Running his hands back down the center of my body, caressing my collar bone, smoothing down over the curve of my breasts, he finally tickle’s my bellybutton with a single finger.] Goose bumps pop up all over my skin and my breathing comes in shallow puffs. “So soft, your skin, it feels like satin.” Wrapping both arms around my waist, and reaching up behind me, Derrick unhooks my pink bra. This causes my generous C cups to jiggle out of the confining garment as he flings it away, sending it sailing toward the floor. Derrick’s heavy breaths fan across my nipples, making them pucker up tighter. Gently lowering me down to his bed, he climbs over the top of me and hungrily gazes at my breasts. Reaching out with one finger and holding himself up with the other arm, he lightly flicks my nipple back and forth before he bows down and takes one of my buds in his mouth.

“Mmm, you taste so good, like raspberries and cream.” Licking around my areola and then sucking the whole nipple back into his mouth.

“It’s my body wash,” I whimper as he completely worships my breasts, spending a great deal of time paying homage to them. The stubble on his cheeks is rough and chafing to my soft skin. Alternating licks and sucks of his mouth to squeezes and tugs with his fingers. I think he could make me cum from breast play alone. My incessant squirming brings me in contact with his straining erection and I reach down to gently feel the outline of his hard dick through his jeans. I’m sure he’d be more comfortable if I just loosened them a little, giving him room to breathe. I grasp the button and try to open it when he stops me with a sharp nip to my sensitive bud.

“No, if you do that I won’t be able to control myself.” He says grasping my wrist gently and moving it off his pants. “Tonight I want to make you feel good and make sure you’re comfortable with me before we go any further.”

“I am comfortable, Derrick I want you to feel good, too,” I argue with him. Reaching up and pushing my arms over my head, Derrick tells me to keep them there. My clit is throbbing in my pants and my underwear are drenched with my arousal.

“I’m not going to make love to you with my body tonight. I’m going to make love to you with my mouth.” He whispers. “We’re still getting to know each other and I want your complete trust in me when I finally get inside you.” Climbing off me, Derrick stands, takes my shoes off one by one and unbuttons my jeans, pulling them off along with my pink panties. Separating my underwear from my pants, he lifts them to his nose taking a deep whiff of my fragrance. I stay in the same position and just watch him. He’s driving me crazy with desire.

“No more kitties?” He asks with a cheeky grin. I just shake my head no. “I liked the kitties, but these are nice too,” tossing the panties away with the rest of my clothes. I’m completely naked. He, however, still has pants covering him. All of a sudden I feel so exposed and want to cover up or turn off the lights.

“So you plan on going down on me?” I anxiously ask. “What about you?” I thought both partners were supposed to enjoy having sex.

“Yes, I’m going to spend a great deal of time getting to know your body. I’m going to kiss, suck and nibble on your beautiful breasts. I’m going to feast on your pussy and I’m going to make you forget any other guy has ever touched you.” Holy shit! I hope he intends on changing these sheets when we’re done because I just soaked the ones beneath me. Wrapping his hands around my thighs I’m yanked to the edge of the bed. Derrick drops to his knees between my legs, lightly tracing my nether lips with his fingers. His eyes are focused on my most private place, seeing the small, strawberry blonde patch of curls on my mound.