Nerds Are Freaks Too (5 page)

Roxanne’s cheeks bloomed with heat. She wasn’t a virgin, but
his frankness made her feel like a 1950s housewife. She almost reached up to
clutch her pearls.

ThePuppetMaster
: Can you make yourself come?

She almost had this morning before Jessina interrupted.
Still, even then her orgasms weren’t earth-shattering.

WantTheBIGOne
: Yes, but making myself come usually
isn’t as satisfying as an orgasm caused by a lover.

ThePuppetMaster
: I agree, and so do all of my exes.

Cocky much?
Playing the devil’s advocate, she decided
to goad him.

WantTheBIGOne
: Are you sure your partners didn’t fake
it?

ThePuppetMaster
: Doubt it.

Determined to knock him down a notch, she called his bluff.

WantTheBIGOne
: You’re fooling yourself. A woman can
fake an orgasm while paying the bills and whipping up a five-person brunch.

ThePuppetMaster
: Ha! None of those women had me as a
lover.

Roxanne’s eyebrows shot up. His overconfidence both rubbed
her the wrong way
and
turned her on. She squeezed her legs tightly as
heat rushed to the apex of her thighs.

ThePuppetMaster
: Maybe a woman can fake tears or
moans. But she can’t fake the little aftershocks when she grips me with her
pussy or comes all over my cock. Excuse my frankness.

You’re excused
, Roxanne mused, flapping the lapels of
her bathrobe in a lame attempt at reducing the heat under her collar.

ThePuppetMaster
: Want proof?

Roxanne’s stopped in mid-fan. He wasn’t suggesting what she
thought he was suggesting?

WantTheBIGOne
: Proof of what?

ThePuppetMaster
: That I can make you come.

Bingo! Roxanne sat forward, her fingers flying over the
keyboard.

WantTheBIGOne
: How do you plan on doing that?

ThePuppetMaster
: We’re going to have sex right now.

What were the chances of finding the Dalai Lama of sex on
WhipADate.com? Sure she had a fruitcake on her hands, Roxanne decided to humor
him.

WantTheBIGOne
: How are we going to do this? You’re
there and I’m here. The last time I checked, you have to be in the same place
at the same time to have sex. And I don’t have a webcam.

ThePuppetMaster
: So beautiful, yet so naïve. Sex is
20% physical and 80% mental. Have you ever had phone sex?

Embarrassment heated Roxanne’s cheeks and neck. Maybe she
wasn’t as open-minded as she’d assumed.

WantTheBIGOne
: No.

ThePuppetMaster
: Well, think of this as phone sex,
but in print. Before this conversation is over, I’ll make you come.

Roxanne almost didn’t doubt; the idea of having online sex
already had her body buzzing.

WantTheBIGOne
: I’m all yours.

ThePuppetMaster
: Any distractions around you?

WantTheBIGOne
: Just my computer. I’m in my home
office. Do I need to move to another location, like the bedroom?

Roxanne waited for the obvious answer, which would involve
her lying in bed buck-naked with her legs cocked open like a Thanksgiving
turkey waiting to be stuffed.

ThePuppetMaster
: The location doesn’t matter. Are you
ready?

Hmm. Okay. No bedroom then.

WantTheBIGOne
: I’m ready.

ThePuppetMaster
: Do you need to run and get any toys?

Even though she knew what he was alluding to, Roxanne
couldn’t resist the obvious reply.

WantTheBIGOne
: I haven’t played with dolls in years.

ThePuppetMaster
: Good one. I meant sex toys. You
know, like a vibrator or dildo.

Damn! Why had she traded that deluxe vibrator she’d won at
her cousin Talina’s bridal shower? Like she’d really needed one more cupcake
baking pan.

WantTheBIGOne
: I only have my fingers.

ThePuppetMaster
: Remind me to give you a list of
items to pick up for the next time we meet online. We don’t need them for our
first time anyway. Now, I want you to be absolutely still.

Despite her earlier skepticism, Roxanne felt herself being
drawn in, following his directive to a tee. Drawing a deep breath, she sat
motionless.

ThePuppetMaster
: We all have a place deep inside that
stimulates a pleasure area in our brains.

WantTheBIGOne
: What am I listening for?

ThePuppetMaster:
It’s not really a sound. Mozart
called it his muse. It’s like a sixth sense. Now I want you to sit up straight,
breathe deeply through your nose, fill your lungs with air, then release
through your mouth.

Doing as she was told, Roxanne sat up straighter. She lifted
her legs and folded them under her, Indian-style, then inhaled and exhaled,
filling her lungs. Of course, she felt sort of silly, but what did she have to lose?

ThePuppetMaster:
Keep breathing. Feel your breath
pass through you, along with any stress you may have. Can you feel it leaving
you?

Roxanne exhaled. To her surprise, it
did
feel good.
So much so, she relaxed back into the desk chair.

ThePuppetMaster
: It gets better. Now place your hands
on the side of your breasts.

“Umm…okay.” Still, Roxanne did as he asked.

ThePuppetMaster:
Move your hands slowly forward until
you reach your nipples. Grasp them between your thumb and finger.

Roxanne slid her hands inside her bathrobe. The tips of her
fingers brushed over her rib cage to settle on her breast. She stroked the
sensitive skin. Her breath caught in the back of her throat and she licked her
lips. Amazing how the gentlest of touches could make all of her nerve endings
go haywire.

ThePuppetMaster
: Now pull slightly, extending your
entire breast. I want you to roll your nipples, then pull. Do you feel that
spike of pleasurable pain?

Roxanne grasped each nipple and rolled them between her
fingers. She pulled and squeezed until her entire body zinged with an
ever-building energy, making her lightheaded at the same time.

ThePuppetMaster
: Now pinch the tip of each nipple.

Roxanne pinched her nipples. Instead of the pain she was
expecting, an invisible thread of pleasure ran from the tips of her breast all
the way down to her clit. And every time she pinched or rolled her nipples, the
bud between her legs jumped excitedly.

ThePuppetMaster
: Take one of your hands and place it
between your legs.

Roxanne dropped her hand in her lap. Her fingers slid along
the soft skin of her inner thighs, seeking her core. With a feathery lightness,
she brushed her thumb over her slit. She was already soaking wet.

ThePuppetMaster
: I want you to touch your clit.
Imagine me there, playing with your chocolate-brown nipples, my head between
your legs, working you with my tongue.

Her fingers brushed against her clit and pleasure rocketed
through Roxanne like a Roman candle. Gasping loudly, she pressed her free hand
into her thigh—more like clutched it to keep from tumbling out of her seat. She
wanted more. Placing two fingers on the small nub, she rolled it around and
around until her clit almost burned her fingers.

ThePuppetMaster
: How does it feel?

Roxanne moaned. Every single nerve ending in her body was on
high alert and pressure was building in all of her extremities. And if she kept
it up much longer, she was going to come.

ThePuppetMaster
: Enjoying it so much you can’t answer
me?

WantTheBIGOne
: I’m wet.

Roxanne knew he wanted her to elaborate, but that was
virtually impossible at the moment. She could barely remember how to breathe
much less type a coherent sentence.

ThePuppetMaster
: I’m sure that tight honey pot of
yours is good and wet. And I bet your pussy is on fire. I want you to check.

Roxanne stilled. What was he saying?

WantTheBIGOne
: You want me to finger myself?

ThePuppetMaster
: Yes. Slide your fingers inside.

Even though she wasn’t used to taking direction, especially
when it came to sex, Roxanne liked having him in control. Blowing out a
cleansing breath, she leaned her head back against the chair, closed her eyes
and slipped her middle finger inside.

Inch by slow inch, she worked her finger until her palm lay
flat against the top of her mound.

Roxanne moaned loudly. After months of voluntary celibacy,
her pussy was tight and warm, just as he’d predicted. She withdrew partway then
pushed forward. She did it again and again, her body shuddering with each
thrust.

Round and round, she rolled her clit with her thumb, adding
fuel to what he’d started. She imagined his head wedged between her legs while
his tongue worked her. Roxanne moaned. Her juices were gushing over her
fingers. She became so wrapped up in her own self-pleasuring, she almost missed
the beep of Constantine’s incoming message.

ThePuppetMaster
: Are you having fun?

More fun than a barrel of monkeys! Just a little more and
she should be free-falling over the edge…

ThePuppetMaster
: You can’t come until I tell you to
.

“What!” Roxanne sat up, suddenly hating his authority.

ThePuppetMaster
: Don’t worry.
You’ll come
soon, just not until I say you can. Now, I want you to put your thumb inside
and imagine it’s me.

Roxanne repositioned her hand to slide home with her thumb.
Even though it was much shorter than her middle finger, it still did the job,
slightly stretching her channel. Roxanne shuddered and her eyelids fell to half
mast.
Did someone turn the temperature up in here?

ThePuppetMaster
: Now pull my cock out and rub the
head against your clit.

Roxanne strummed and flicked the throbbing nub at the top of
her slit. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with a stranger, and actually
enjoying it.

ThePuppetMaster
: You like it when I do that, don’t
you?

WantTheBIGOne
: Yes.

ThePuppetMaster
: I want you to imagine my cock, all
eight inches of it, hard, thick and throbbing. Imagine me moving my hand up the
shaft to the head. There’s pre-cum at the tip… Do you want to lick it off?

Roxanne licked her lips. His cock was probably just as
beautiful as the rest of his body.

WantTheBIGOne
: I want to do more than that. I want to
take all of you in my mouth.

ThePuppetMaster:
I wish you could see my cock right
now. Just thinking about your beautiful full lips wrapped around it makes me
harder than a steel pipe.

His cock wasn’t the only thing hard. Her nipples could cut
someone.

ThePuppetMaster
: Imagine me standing over you while
you’re on your knees, looking up at me. My fingers are playing in your thick
black hair, telling you how beautiful you are. Do you want to please me?

Well, she couldn’t be the only one having fun.

WantTheBIGOne
: Yes.

ThePuppetMaster
: I want you to stroke me.

Roxanne groaned as she imagined her hand sliding up and down
his hard shaft, droplets of pre-cum running unchecked over her fingers. Her
hand picked up its pace between her thighs.

ThePuppetMaster
: I want you to put me in your mouth.
Lick me all the way down to my balls and up to the head. Do you want that?

WantTheBIGOne
: Yes.

ThePuppetMaster
: Suck me, Roxanne. Put me in your
mouth while you play with your pussy some more.

Roxanne rubbed between her legs and imagined him standing
above her, his cock slipping into her mouth.

ThePuppetMaster
: What do you want to do now?

WantTheBIGOne
: I want you to take me.

ThePuppetMaster
: Take you? Take you where, Roxanne?

Roxanne groaned in frustration. Now was not the time to
crack jokes.

WantTheBIGOne
: You know what I mean.

ThePuppetMaster
: Do you want me to make love to you?

“Making love” sounded like more vanilla sex with no orgasms.
Roxanne wanted it rough. She wanted to fuck.

WantTheBIGOne
: I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.

ThePuppetMaster
: Stand up and lean over the desk with
your legs spread.

Roxanne unfolded herself from the chair and bent over,
resting her elbows on the desk for balance. She bit her lip as she felt her
juices running down the inside of one leg.

ThePuppetMaster
: I can just see that beautiful brown
ass and your pretty pink pussy. You want it rough, don’t you? You want to be
handled. You want me to pull your sweet ass cheeks apart and slide my hard cock
deep inside you. I want that tight ass, Roxanne. Do you want me to have it?

Roxanne stroked her clit as she pondered his question. She’d
never tried anal sex. But with the way he had her body so tightly wound from
only a few sentences, she would probably be open to anything—with the right
lubrication, of course. Wound up and barely able to type, Roxanne pecked out a
reply.

WantTheBIGOne
: Yes, I want you to have it.

ThePuppetMaster
: Open yourself to me. Do you feel
that? Do you feel my cock sliding into your tight ass?

Roxanne reached back, pulled her butt cheeks apart and slid
the tip of her finger in her ass. As her body tightened, Roxanne imagined it
was
him
entering her body. Her eyelids fluttered as waves of sensation
rolled over her.

ThePuppetMaster
: I’m all the way in now. Do you feel
my cock sliding into your tight ass?

Buddy, could she!

ThePuppetMaster
: Mmm, you’re so hot and tight.
Roxanne, your ass is mine. You’re
mine
. *SLAP*