Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Geek Goddess, by Trybble ***************************************************************** DISCLAIMER This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters, place and events in this story are products of my imagination, any similarity to any persons, individuals or situations is purely coincidental, except for those public figures and places that you may have seen or visited. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, except that I hereby grant the right to download and keep one electronic copy for your personal reading as long as this notice is included. Writing fiction is a hobby whose only reward is the email I receive from my readers. I like hearing from my readers and I welcome all comments good and bad. While I try to reply to all of my email, please note that I may not respond immediately as I have other commitments (something about making a living). Email: Trybble@hotmail.com Web: http://www.asstr.org/~Trybble/ Copyright (c) 2003 Trybble. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Chapter 2: Amy I grabbed my robe, that Kevin had worn last night, and pulled it over my shoulders. I poked my head out of the apartment door and watched Kevin run down the steps and out of the building like his pants were on fire. "Kevin's really cute," I smiled, as I watched his five-foot-eleven frame slow down to a walk as he turned the corner. I shivered and I hoped it was simply because my bare feet froze on the cold concrete, not because of the apparent trauma I caused poor Kevin. I turned around and walked back inside where my feet sunk into the warm and fuzzy tan carpet. Kim stood at the doorway."Was that Kevin Sparks?" she asked, closing the door behind me. "So that's his last name," I replied, as I walked into the compact kitchen. "You didn't even know his last name?" Kim laughed, raising her eyebrows in disbelief. Pulling up a stool to the kitchen counter, she asked, "Sooo...was he any good?" she smiled, propping her chin in her hand with a look of eagerness and intrigue. "Surprisingly good for a virgin," I replied, opening a bag of bagels and popping one into the toaster. Kim's eyes widened, begging me for more details, but she blushed at the same time, as if she was embarrassed that she wanted to know even more. "How do you know Kevin?" I asked, grabbing a tub of cream cheese from the fridge. "We're taking EE 498, Advanced Digital Networking. It covers different types of digital signaling and takes into consideration propagation delays through different transmission..." "Uh, okay." I interrupted, waving her comments off. "Whatever..." The bagel finally popped up, so I pulled a knife from the drawer and started spreading cream cheese all over the bagel's crusty, golden brown surface. "Is the coffee fresh?" I asked, nodding toward the pot. "I made it an hour ago, so it should be okay." "Thanks," I said as I poured myself a cup and carried my bagel and coffee out to the dining room table. I took a bite out of the bagel and washed it down with a sip of coffee. Rolling my shoulders and stretching in my seat, I felt the caffeine work its magic. Kim hopped off the stool and poured a cup of coffee for herself, and adding some cream and sugar. She followed me to the table and sat down with an uneasy look. After she took her first sip, she bit her lower lip and said, "Umm, Nicked called last night." "Wow, I didn't even hear the phone ring," I said, munching on another bite of my bagel. Kim's delicate face turned a flaming shade of red as she giggled and said, "Well, I think you were somewhat busy at the time!" When I didn't respond, she continued, "Anyway, I told him you were at the library working on your astronomy homework. He said he'd meet you at Bentleys tonight at seven, and I told him I'd give you the message." I took another sip of coffee, absently running a finger along the mug's smooth rim, and then polished off the first half of my bagel. When I didn't respond right away, Kim asked, "What are you going to tell Nick?" "About what?" I replied, taking a bite out of the second half of bagel. "Oh, never mind...." Kim continued. "By the way, Kevin forgot his bookbag and astronomy books," she said, jerking her head toward the opposite end of the table. "I'll see him in class later today. Do you want me to take his stuff with me?" "Sure," I replied, glancing up at the kitchen clock. "Damn, I've got a class at noon and I've got less than twenty minutes to get there." I looked down at my pink terrycloth robe. "I'm not even dressed yet!" I ran back to my bedroom and threw off my robe, tossing it onto the middle of the unmade bed. I found some panties in my dresser and slipped into them. Frantically, I rooted through the bottom drawer of my dresser and grabbed the first sweatshirt I could find. Pulling it over my head caused random strands of my hair to fly out from the static electricity. I bet Kevin could tell me exactly why that happens.... Feeling like something was missing, I noticed that I forgot to put on a bra. Oh well, I shrugged. I wiggled into the same jeans I wore last night, and stuffed my feet into some sandals I found lying beside my bed. I knew my feet would be cold, but I really didn't want to be late to class. "There are times like this when I'm really glad I have short hair," I said to Kim as I ran to the bathroom to dampen my unruly hair, and then I grabbed a hairbrush from the vanity and ran it through my hair on the way down the hall. I waved to Kim and said, "See you later", as I shoved the rest of my bagel into my mouth, grabbed my notebook, and ran out the door. I made it to class with seconds to spare. * * * Why I chose to take two business classes back to back I'll never know. Oh well, at least this is my last semester - assuming I can pass astronomy that is! Fortunately, both classes are in the same building, so I have some free time in between them. When the first class let out, I ran over to the coffee machine hoping that some of its foul tasting brew would help me stay awake for the second. As usual, there was a long line of equally uncaffeinated students. I saw my friends Joyce and Erika standing there sipping their coffee and waved them over to help me pass the time while I waited for my turn at the damn machine. Joyce was grumping about how her boyfriend had dumped her, while Erika was in a bitchy mood over something her boyfriend did or didn't do. Sometimes I wonder why I stay friends with these two whiners. Surprisingly, I was still hungry, too. One bagel may be fine for snack, but it didn't do much to replace all the energy I burned up with Kevin last night. I smiled at the memory. Then I cursed as I looked at the clock and realized I didn't have enough time left before my next class to wait in line for the stale sandwich machine. After my second class, I ducked into the Taco Bell on the way back to my apartment and grabbed a four pack of Taco Supremes. When I got home, I pulled a can of Diet Coke from the 'fridge and walked back to my bedroom. I shoved some papers aside on my makeshift desk-a piece of wood held up by a pair of cheap two-drawer filing cabinets --and put down the bag of tacos and the can of DC. I opened my laptop and started working on my marketing paper that was due on Monday. I nibbled on the tacos as I pieced together the various parts of the paper. Around 5 o'clock, I called it quits and decided to hop in the shower. Nick hates it when I'm late for a date, so I wanted to make sure I had enough time to get ready. The warm water felt good hitting my skin. As I shampooed my hair, I started thinking about last night and Kevin. God I wish Nick were more like Kevin, I thought to myself as I rinsed my hair. I bet if Kevin were here, he'd gently lather my hair and then carefully rinse it, making sure that all of the shampoo was gone before he used the conditioner.... I started washing the rest of my body, and I imagined it was Kevin's hand instead of mine that was rubbing soap all over my breasts. My nipples jumped to attention as I imagined Kevin washing me with his smooth, gentle hands. He'd save washing my pussy for last. At the thought of Kevin running his hand through my cunt hair, I got very wet inside. I shoved one, then two fingers inside me. With my other hand, I flicked my clit, and in a few moments I felt that lovely familiar feeling. As the orgasm built, my hands moved faster and faster. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and my body began shaking from the overpowering sensations. I felt drained as I turned off the shower. I dried myself with a big fluffy towel and thought of Kevin again. Grabbing my robe from the hook on the back of the bathroom door, I thought I could smell Kevin's scent as I wrapped it around me. Then I suddenly realized I wasn't going to see Kevin. I was meeting Nick. I pulled Nick's favorite blouse-an emerald green silk number--from the closet, and grabbed my new black jeans. As I got dressed, I found myself wishing Nick were more like Kevin.... * * * I showed up at Bentleys at ten to seven. Of course Nick wasn't there yet. I walked up to the bar, ordered a Heineken, and waited for Nick to show up. Around 7:30, Nick stumbled in with his buddies Erik and Tom. They looked at me like I was a piece of meat, their eyes paying special attention to my cleavage in Nick's favorite blouse. In an attempt to make it perfectly clear I was already spoken for, I put my arms around Nick and gave him a big kiss. I could smell the beer on his breath, so I knew Nick had been drinking with his buddies - several hours I'd guess since I knew when Nick has his last class of the day. His mouth opened and our tongues danced together. Nick may have many faults, but his kissing isn't one of them. He waved his hand, said goodbye to his friends while we continued grinding our lips together. When we came up for air, the hostess escorted us to our table for dinner. A waitress with a nametag of Molly brought over a couple of menus. Nick looked her over carefully. She was good looking, if you like blondes with oversized, fake boobs wearing a tight top that left little to the imagination. I ordered another Heineken, while Nick ordered a Bud. Nick watched the waitress walk over to the bar to get our beer. From the direction of his gaze, I'd have bet money that he was ogling Molly's tight ass. We flipped through our menus repeatedly trying to make up our minds about our meal. Did a rich, creamy pasta creation sound good, or was a juicy steak in order? I had trouble making up my mind. When Molly brought over our beer, Nick ordered a t-bone steak with all the trimmings, while I decided that the pasta looked good. I watched Molly give Nick a once over when she thought I wasn't looking. As we waited for our dinner to arrive, Nick said, "I called last night and Kim said you were out studying. Where were you?" "I was working on my astronomy homework with a friend at the library," I responded. "I'm fucked if I don't pass this course. I won't graduate this spring." Nick laughed. After four years of college, Nick still hadn't even picked a major. I often doubted that he'd ever graduate. "I wouldn't worry about graduating this spring. Spend another year here. I'm not going anywhere soon. Hang with me and we'll have a shit load of fun." He took a huge swig of beer as if to emphasize his point. It suddenly hit me right then and there--Nick truly wasn't going anywhere. Not in school, and not in his life. Now Kevin, on the other hand, was on the fast track. I shook my head and tried to push Kevin out of my mind for the umpteenth time today. When the waitress brought our dinner, she studied Nick very carefully. At six foot one and 180 pounds, Nick was one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen. I love to run my hands through his sandy blonde hair and his smooth chest demands to be kissed. He just exudes sex. It's no wonder that practically every girl that sees him wants him. Too bad, they can't have him. I didn't say much during the rest of dinner while Nick talked about his day. He rambled on and on about how one of his professors "...couldn't tell his ass from a hole in the ground and probably never held a real job in his life..." Much like someone else I know, I thought to myself with a sad smile. When the waitress brought the check, Nick patted his pocket and said, "I forgot my wallet." Again, I thought to myself. "Could you get the check for me, Babe? I'll pay you back later." Nick added a beaming smile, which made me melt inside. The bill was $34.22. I took out my wallet and pulled out a couple of twenties. "That should cover it" I said. Nick pulled another five from my wallet and said that our waitress really deserved it. I decided to take a piss while Nick waited for the waitress to take her money. On the way back to our table, I saw Nick talking to Molly. He had already given her the money, so I wasn't quite sure what was going on. Then I saw the busty waitress rip a piece of paper from her pad and write something on it. She folded up the paper tightly and placed it in Nick's hand. She closed his fingers around the note, and then reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek. Catching a glimpse of me standing there watching them, Molly smiled, winked at Nick, and then waltzed off towards the bar. She gave him her phone number, I bet. I should be used to that by now, I sighed, making my way back to Nick. Girls like her always found Nick irresistible They were forever giving them their phone number. Fortunately, Nick was mine. I planned to wear him out tonight. That blonde bimbo didn't stand a chance with my man! * * * After leaving Bentley's, we walked across the street to the Cellar, where the music was loud, the beer was cold, and the lights were dim. We went up to the bar, got a couple of drafts, and found a small booth in the back. We drank those beers fairly quickly, so I went back to the bar and got a couple of more. The band started playing some dance music, and Nick took my hand and led me to the dance floor. When he held me in his arms, my mind went blank. Nick was an incredible dancer, and we wore ourselves out on the dance floor. I hope he saved some energy for a little dancing in the sheets! When the band took a break, I went to the bar and got a third round of drinks. On the way back, I saw Nick talking to a table full of bimbos. As I got closer, he stood up and I handed him his beer. He said to me, "Thanks for the beer, Babe," and, "Bye girls" to the bimbos at the table. I could see the look of envy on their faces as I hooked my arm around Nick's, and then walked back to our booth. I sat down at our booth and slid over next to the wall. Nick sat down beside me and turned to face me. We started kissing, the innocent kissed quickly escalating to fiery, passionate ones. Ooohhh, Nick should have a graduate degree in kissing, I thought dreamily Nick's favorite blouse was cut very low in the front - low enough that I couldn't wear a bra with it. I slapped Nick's hand when he tried to move it inside my shirt to play with my breasts. However Nick doesn't give up easily. His next move was to try to slide his hand inside my pants. Fortunately, my pants were skin-tight and Nick wasn't able to get his hand inside. Even then, Nick wasn't deterred. He continued kissing me, and I felt myself start to wilt. He started rubbing my pussy through my pants. I could feel myself getting wet. Nick started rubbing my nipples through my shirt as we continued to make out in the booth. Gasping for breaths between kisses, he asked, "Your place or mine?" "Yours," I whispered breathlessly. We stood up, chugged the rest of our beers, and then staggered out the door, leaning on each other for support. "Where're your wheels?" Nick slurred. "At my place," I said. "Shit," Nick cursed. He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the road. After a few blocks, I saw Nick's clunker. He unlocked the door and climbed in, and then unlocked my door. Before I had even opened the door, Nick was starting the motor. I hopped into the car, and Nick took off without checking his mirror. He nearly hit another car as he sped away from his parking place. I knew that Nick was fairly drunk and I probably shouldn't have gotten in the car with him, but I was also pretty drunk, and my thoughts were more on getting fucked than on anything else. Despite a few more close calls, we pulled into his driveway unscathed. Then I heard an awful crunch, and the car stopped suddenly. "Fuck! Damn it! Fuckin' shit!" Nick swore, banging his fists on the steering wheel in frustration. I got out of the car and found that Nick had clipped the fence post with the left front fender of his car. The post was bent where his car had hit it, and the fender looked a bit worse for the wear, though it really wasn't that noticeable considering the rest of Nick's old clunker. While Nick continued to curse at his car and the post he had hit, I thought, this could have been my car had I driven it tonight. Then Nick kicked the fender again and cursed some more as I released a sign of relief that it was his car, not mine. His slurred speech almost made the string of curses sound comical in the brisk night air. When Nick calmed down a bit, we walked into his house. Nick went into the kitchen and got a couple of bottles of beer. He opened both bottles, and then passed one over to me. Nick drained his beer in a single gulp and let out a window-rattling burp from deep within his belly, while I merely took a small sip from mine. Nick grabbed another bottle from the 'fridge and headed up the rickety steps. I followed Nick upstairs to his bedroom, and sat down on his bed, while he held his second bottle up and drained it in a matter of seconds. Then Nick walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I could hear him pissing in the toilet. It went on...and on...and on.... Finally, I heard him flush. As he walked back into the room, he stripped his shirt off and tossed it into a rather sizable pile of dirty laundry in the corner of the dimly lit room. He took my bottle from my hand and sat it on the table next to the bed. He then sat down on the bed beside me and started kissing me once again. At the same time, his right hand reached inside my shirt and started playing with my tits. After a few minutes, he moved his hand down and started rubbing my pussy through my pants. I was starting to get real horny by that time! Nick paused for a moment, and I took off my shirt. I kicked off my shoes while Nick undid my pants. I stood up and pulled down my pants and panties at the same time. I tossed them on the floor beside by shirt, and then let myself fall backwards on to the bed. Nick stood up and took off his own shoes and pants. He turned me around on the bed so my head was hanging over the edge, and stuffed his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I hungrily gobbled it up. I could feel Nick's cock get harder and harder as I sucked him as far as I could into my mouth. Then Nick grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth. Deeper and deeper he went, past my gag point and halfway down my throat. I could feel the sperm start to rise up through his cock, and seconds later Nick pushed his cock as far as he could into me, and I could feel the hair around his balls tickle my nose. I felt the sperm blast down my throat. Damn! He did it again! I absolutely loved the taste of sperm, and when he shoots it down my throat like that , I never get to taste it. Oh well...maybe I'll get some later. Nick pulled his cock from my mouth and sat down on the bed. He looked a little unsteady, but I was still horny. I wanted to cum, so I decided I'd better get Nick charged up again. I crawled out of bed and knelt between his legs. I started sucking his dick while massaging his balls. After Nick came, it usually took a little work to get him hard again. This time was worse than normal, however. I guess the beer was working against me. Eventually, Nick got hard again and stood up. He began to pump his cock into my throat. After several strokes, he pulled out and picked me up. He threw me onto the bed on my back. Then he grabbed my legs and pulled them toward him so that my ass was nearly hanging off the bed. Nick grabbed my ankles and threw them over his shoulder. He lined himself up and missed. Instead, his penis slid across the top of my stomach. Nick tried again and managed to shove his cock deep into my cunt. I was somewhat dry, so it really hurt, but after a couple thrusts, my body caught up with the action and the pain slowly faded. As I loosened up, Nick increased his speed. His cock was like a jackhammer as he pummeled my pussy. I knew that he could keep it up for quite a while so to speak, so I relaxed and awaited the explosion that would soon come. That wasn't meant to be, however. I guess the beer took its toll on Nick. He passed out in mid stroke, pinning my body between his and the bed. Nick looked like he was out for the rest of the night. Before I could squirm out from underneath his heavy body, Nick burped in my face, his breath wreaking of beer and partially digested beef. I gathered all my strength and pushed up. Nick slid to the floor with a thud. I stood up and looked around for my clothes. The clock said it was just after eleven, so I decided to give Kim a call and see if she would come over and pick me up. I didn't feel like spending the night with a drunken Nick, and I didn't want to walk home this late at night. Fortunately, Kim was home and said she'd be there in a few minutes. Thank god for roommates.... * * * On the way back to our apartment, Kim started ragging on Nick. "What do you even see in that guy?" she asked. "I know he's a real hunk and all, but what kind of schmuck would make his girlfriend walk home this late at night?" Rather than defending Nick to Kim, I didn't say a word. "Also, what kind of guy would pass out in the middle of having sex?" Kim asked. Being more than a little drunk myself, I just closed my eyes and started to fall asleep. All thoughts of Nick vanished from my mind, when Kevin showed up. He was wearing my pink robe. Kevin reached over and started to kiss me. I moaned with delight. I looked down and my clothes suddenly disappeared, so I reached up and started to undo the belt on Kevin's robe. Just as the robe was about to open, Kevin's face was replaced with Kim's. She was shaking me and then I heard her say, "Let's go inside." I managed to get out of the car, and together we walked up the stairs to our apartment. Kim led me back to my bedroom, took off my shirt and shoes, and then put me in my bed. * * * The next morning, I woke up feeling like shit. I knew that I had had too many beers the night before, and I was paying the price big-time. I dragged myself into the shower and turned the cold water on. Slowly, I started to wake up from the icy spray of water. By the time my teeth were chattering, I was completely awake and almost ready to face the day. I went back to my room and got dressed. My stomach grumbled. A glance at the clock told me I had slept through breakfast and lunch. I wandered out into the living room and saw Kim curled up on the couch with a pile of books. Kim looked up and saw me standing there. "Hi sleepyhead. Get enough rest?" she greeted. "I feel like I could sleep the rest of the day" I groaned, shaking off the last bit of sleepiness. "Thanks for picking me up last night. Nick had too much to drink again and passed out." Kim looked at me sternly and asked, "Why don't you dump that loser?" "Because I love Nick. We've been together for a long time. When we get married this summer, I'm sure he'll stop drinking so much," I justified. "Uh huh", Kim said with an edge of sarcasm. "I bet he still hasn't proposed, has he?" "Well, we've always talked about getting married when we graduate. I guess he's just waiting for the right time to ask me." I answered. "Yeah, but somehow I don't think he's going to graduate this year. What's his major this week anyway?" "Either political science or film studies. I'm not really sure." I said. "He never talks about school anymore, only about beer and sex - usually in that order." Kim changed the subject. "I saw Kevin yesterday and gave him the stuff he left here. We sat together in class for the first time. You should really dump Nick and go out with someone like Kevin. He'd treat you a lot nicer than Nick." "Perhaps, but who'd really want to go out with a geek like Kevin? I mean he's nice and all that, and I enjoyed screwing his brains out the other day, but he's..." "...just too geeky?" Kim finished. "I don't know. I think he's kinda cute. Does Nick know you and Kevin..." "Nope and I don't plan to tell him either." I replied. "It was just one of those things, and it will never happen again." "Too bad" said Kim, shaking her head. "I've gotta run. I have a test on Monday and I really need to go over to the library and look up a couple of articles." Kim got up, grabbed a notebook, and headed out the door. "See you later," she called over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her. Once again, I tried to push Kevin out of my mind. Kim did have a good point. Kevin had a lot of potential. Kevin also proved to be a quick learner in bed. With a little more instruction, he could be a damn fine lover! On the other hand, Nick and I were made for each other. While Nick had a few flaws, marriage would straighten him out. I was certain of it. Nick and I had been together for so long, I couldn't really see giving that up. I thought about dumping Kevin or merely chasing him away, but Kevin was too nice of a guy to do something mean like that. I needed to find a solution that removed Kevin from my life, while not fucking his life up. Then it came to me. I knew how to solve the Kevin problem once and for all....