Nerd Girl (10 page)

My hands move about on his chest. Smoothing down the material of his black polo shirt to the hem, I bunch it up, lifting it until it’s over his head and drop it to the floor. Now I can pet and stroke his skin like he’s doing to mine. His eyes are glued to my hands stroking along his torso, circling his pierced nipples and giving a gentle tug on each one. He’s getting more and more turned on, the evidence is trying to escape his jeans. Breathing in harsh pants, he grips my ass pulling me close and attacks my neck with aggressive open mouthed kisses and tender bites. Sliding one hand up my back, he expertly unhooks my bra. The boy has skills.

Picking me up in his arms, Derrick lays me down on his bed. Leaning over my body he uses his face to stroke down my chest, breathing over me with soft puffs of air. Circling my tight nipple with the tip of his tongue, he then takes me into his mouth, suckling hard. Not letting go of my needy breast, his hands continue to glide down until he reaches my panties. Hooking his pointer fingers in the elastic, he pulls them down my legs to my ankles, where I kick them off. Switching breasts he pays the same attention to my other nipple. I can feel my core weeping and begin to scissor my legs to try and alleviate some of the pressure building up inside of me.

Leaving my nipples puckered and red from his hard sucking, Derrick kisses and licks his way down the front of me. He climbs on the bed and settles his torso on the mattress between my thighs. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, opening my pussy up for his special attention. With the first swipe of his tongue, I’m ready to fly off the mattress. I swear, if his body weren’t holding me down, he’d have to peel me off the ceiling. Circling my clit with the tip of his tongue and licking me from clit to my back entrance, feels incredible. I can’t form coherent speech, so I just moan out my feelings in a series of “ooh’s and ah’s.” Grasping both my breasts in his hands and circling my nipples with his thumbs sends shock waves directly to my core, making me even wetter. Derrick’s tongue brings me to the peak and then helps me over the edge. I hold my breath as my orgasm slams through me, trembling and shaking.

I come back to reality with the echoes of my climax still clenching inside me, searching for something to clamp onto. Derrick stands quickly, dropping the rest of his clothes on the floor. He has an impressive size cock and I get butterflies in my stomach thinking about how he’s going to fit inside me. Taking a condom out of the night stand drawer, he rolls it on and climbs back on the bed to settle between my bent knees, kissing me intensely. Smoothing his hands down the front of my torso and lightly stroking the soft flesh of my pussy to test my readiness. My arms encircle his neck as he grasps hold of his cock with one hand and slowly enters me. I can feel a sharp sting as he stretches me open, making room for his solid girth.

“That’s it, baby, you feel so good, so tight and warm. Fuck!” My mouth drops open, but I’m unable to speak. With his mouth covering mine, Derrick continues to whisper words of encouragement to me until I feel him bottom out inside and our pelvises are meshed together.

“Ah, yes!” Derrick waits a few moments for my body to adjust to his invasion and then he asks the million dollar question. “You ok, sweets? Can I move? Because, baby, I need to move.” His breathing is coming in fast pants and I place a lingering kiss on his lips, speaking the words he needs to hear.

“Oh god! Derrick, make love to me.” He pulls out almost to the tip and then glides back into my soaked pussy. The friction he’s creating on my clit feels so amazing. I can feel my inner muscles trying to grip onto his dick with each inward thrust. Wow! If I knew what I was missing, maybe I wouldn’t have waited so long to have sex again. There’s a huge difference between an inexperienced boy and a man who knows what he’s doing. Derrick’s thick cock plunges in and out of my greedy pussy, creating a steady rhythm that’s driving me wild. With a devilish grin, he stops mid stroke.

“I want you to ride me, baby. I want to be able to see your face and touch all of your body. You can control the pace, you’re in charge, and I’m just your humble servant.” Before I can even voice my thoughts, he flips us around without dislodging his cock and I’m sitting straddled on his waist. “Ah, that’s better, now I can play with these,” he says with a smile, zeroing in on my breasts and grasping them in his hands. “I’ve never been a boob man before, but yours are so luscious,” sitting up he kisses each one. “Sweet,” lick. “Perfect,” suck. Laying back down on the bed, Derrick grips my hips and lifts me up just a bit, thrusting deep into my core. “I’ll guide you, baby, and then you can take over.” Bracing my hands on his chest to hold myself up, we settle into a rhythm. Soon enough, I find myself moving up and down on his delicious length. His hands are not idle, squeezing my breasts and tugging on my nipples. Wrapping his arms around my back, Derrick pulls me down, so my breasts are dangling in front of his face. Latching onto my nipple with his teeth and biting gently is enough to set my orgasm blazing through me. I shiver and tremble while my inner muscles clamp down on his cock, sending him erupting into his own climax. He groans out his ecstasy while still sucking on my tit. Bending down and wrapping my arms around his head, I kiss his hair and clutch his face to my body as I ride out the aftershocks.

“So good, so fucking, good!” He mumbles against my chest. Poor guy, I must be crushing him. I’m halted in my attempt to sit up, Derrick wraps his arms around my waist and clutches me to his body. That’s when I notice he’s still moving in short quick thrusts inside me. I could have sworn he came right around the same time I did. How is it possible he still feels semi-hard and is still moving?

“Wait, Amy, just stay right there. I don’t think I’m ready to leave you yet.” He pulls out a little bit further and thrusts back inside. The glide of his cock through my sensitive flesh feels decadent and arousing. I’d be getting turned on if I thought I could cum again so soon after the last time. With a few more shallow thrusts, Derrick throws his head back on a moan, his body trembling again. I guess the stories of multiple orgasms are no longer a myth, Derrick just proved the theory. I’m still perched securely on his waist when he comes back from his daze.

“I’m sorry, but you just felt so incredible, I didn’t want to leave yet.” He brushes my hair out of my face and pulls me down for a quick kiss. “So how do you feel?” He asks.

“I feel so amazing, Derrick,” I answer on a sigh, “I guess I waited so long to make love again because I was waiting for you.”

“I’m glad you did; now you’re mine. I’ve marked you, I’ve claimed you, and I’m keeping you.” His words are so sweet. I feel like all this is an erotic, carnal, sexual dream that I’m going to wake from. If something seems to good be true, it typically is. I’m just trying to tread carefully with this relationship, so when it does go south, I won’t get my heart broken. Trying being the operative word, because I feel like my heart already belongs to Derrick Walker. I hope he takes care of it. I feel him slip out of my body and we both have a laugh when he jokes and says “Uh-oh, buh bye.” Carefully rolling me off his body, he lays me on his mattress. Snagging a few tissues from the nightstand, Derrick grasps his soft cock peeling off the well-used condom and wrapping it up.

“I’ll be right back, sweets. Let me take care of this and then I’ll clean you up.” He rolls off the bed and heads for the bathroom, a few minutes later he returns with a wet wash cloth for me. Wiping down my delicate flesh, so I’m not so sticky, he then tosses the used cloth into the hamper. We snuggle up together in this large bed, just being together. We talk about my upcoming final exams, work at The Book Mark, and his last booking for an author convention. I know he used to do the signings and conventions as a model for the authors, but he’s got bigger and better things to look forward now. I’m a little possessive of him and don’t appreciate the idea of all those women grabbing his ass or trying to feel him up. Comes with the territory, I guess, and this is the last time he has to do it. His next question tells me he can read my thoughts by the expression on my face.

“Why do you look so worried?” I don’t want to tell him, I don’t want him to realize how insecure I am. “Amy, tell me.” His urging makes me cave in and tell him my fears and concerns. Taking a deep breath, I let him have it.

“Okay, I don’t like the idea of you going to these author signings. I know and remember what those things are like for you. Are you going to have to hide in the bathroom away from your admirers?” I’m almost embarrassed by how whiney I sound. My comments cause him to chuckle and hold me closer. Tilting my chin up, I gaze at him as he gazes down at me.

“As I recall, I met an incredible girl while I was hiding in the bathroom. Amy, each event is different, I do have to play the part, not only for the fans but Anita as well.” Tracing my cheek bones with the tip of his finger, he continues. “Having a cover model at an event like that helps a great deal in advertising for the author and draws the crowds.”

“I know it does and not so long ago, I was one of those women in the crowd. It’s different for me now, though.” Guess I better get this off my chest. “Derrick, earlier you said I was yours, you’ve claimed me and are keeping me. I feel the same way about you, you’re mine.” I place a soft kiss on his lips and pull back so I can see his reaction. At first he just has a blank look on his face, then he looks off to the side like he’s thinking about something. Finally, he locks eyes with me again and his blank face cracks into the biggest, most heart melting, smile ever. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m looking at you like this because you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world. You have no reason to be nervous about anything. Nothing that’s out there is worth losing what I’ve got.” Pulling me in for a hug, we hold on to each other. Having declared our mutual feelings for each other, I feel a little better. I still don’t like it, but I can live with it for one last time.

“You sleepy, baby?” He asks.

“Yeah, you’ve worn me out. I wouldn’t mind going another round, but I guess it can wait.” I tease him just a bit by gliding my hand over his bare crotch. He takes a deep breath and rolls over on top of me. Looking into my eyes, he flashes me a devilish smirk and dives in to kiss and suck on my neck.

“Another round, huh? Well then, your wish is my command.” And we go another round and another.

***Derrick***

Ever have one of those nights that're just so fucking awesome, you almost have to pinch yourself, so you know it’s real and not a dream? Well, I do, and I’ve had to pinch myself twice just to make sure. Amy is cuddled next to me in my bed and the room carries the musky scent of a night of great sex. When Amy told me she wouldn’t mind going another round, I was more than happy to grant that request. Round two was quick and clumsy, but enjoyable for us both. Exhausted after two rounds of sex and needing sustenance, I crept down to the kitchen and grabbed us each a piece of my decadent strawberry cheesecake. On my return trip up, I heard familiar sounds coming from Riven’s room, indicating his date went well last night. I just hope things aren’t awkward with Amy and his guest when they run into each other in the morning. Amy and I sit cross legged in front of each other on the bed, eating our dessert. It is tasty, but it’s even more delectable when I paint her neck with the juice from the strawberries and lick it off. Dessert segued into round three for the night, leaving us both extra sticky and sweaty. Too tired to move, we both passed out in the twisted sheets. That brings me to now, I can hear her soft breathing and feel her smooth skin next to mine. I can get used to having her here. Her gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair is as soft as silk and I enjoy the feeling of it running through my fingers. My lazy strokes to her hair wake her up. She takes a deep breath and then starts swirling her fingertips over my chest. It tickles just a little causing me to chuckle. Lifting her head off my chest she looks at me with sleepy eyes.

“You’re mine.” She says in a drowsy voice. Damn right I am baby!

“I am and you’re mine,” I reply and dive down to kiss her soft lips. Our kiss turns heated as usual. She puts a halt to any further advances by turning her head to the side to break our kiss and taps me on the shoulder.

“Um, I need to get cleaned up and I have morning breath. Want to join me for a shower?” I’d be a fool to say no to a shower with my girl.

“Sure, you go warm up the water, I have to get clean towels from the laundry room.” She gives me a cheeky wink and crawls out of our nest of sheets. I watch her naked body as she heads into the bathroom and closes herself in. The sound of running water tells me I better hurry up. Giving my muscles a stretch and pulling on some basketball shorts, I go to fetch the towels. As I pass Riven’s room, I can hear a high pitched giggle and voices murmuring to each other. His house guest better not make Amy feel awkward. I know she’s just looking out for her friend’s feelings, but there’s nothing to protect her from yet. Well, nothing I know of. I reach the laundry closet at the end of the hallway and just as I’m about to pull open the doors, I hear a god awful scream. I’m talking about a scream straight out of the horror movies. It sounds like Amy, so I quickly switch directions, running back toward my room. I pass Riven on my way as he comes rushing out in his underwear.

“What the fuck man, who’s being tortured to death?” He asks, eyes full of concern.

“It’s Amy, come on, I might need your help.” He runs with me to my room, and we both bounce off the door frame, trying to get in at the same time. The shrieking comes again and he steps back to let me through, following close behind. I throw open the bathroom door and Riven, and I trip over each other to get to the fogged up shower. Yanking open the door, I find Amy up on her tippy toes, crammed into the far corner of the shower with a hand towel covering…well not covering much.

“Amy, what’s wrong?” I hop into the shower taking her in my arms. She’s trembling, and all she can do is point. I look where she’s directing and see one of the biggest fucking thousand leggers I’ve ever seen. My eyes bug out of my head, that sucker could make off with a small child. Riven must have spotted it as well when she pointed. We both start jumping around and getting grossed out by the ugly bug. I hate bugs! Riven hates bugs; he gives a whole body shake of disgust and jumps back from the shower room.