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). Codes: MF, slow, rom 1st, humor, coll Email: Trybble@hotmail.com Web: http://www.asstr.org/~Trybble/ Copyright (c) 2003 Trybble. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Chapter 5: Kim I'm a light sleeper, so when I heard a noise early Sunday morning, I was instantly awake. I crawled out of bed and I could see the light was on in the bathroom. Satisfied the noise came from Amy's trip to the shower, I crawled back into my nice warm bed. Amy must have had another late night with Nick. I don't know what she sees in that loser, I thought, tucking the comforter up under my chin, and I'm glad he never comes over here. Every time he looks at me, I get a creepy feeling down in the pit of my stomach. Nick never looked me in the eye; he always talked to my chest. Of course nearly every guy I ever met talks to my chest, I conceded with a sheepish grin. Can I help it if I wear a 40D bra? I wish I had a chest more like Amy's. I would be happy with her 36Cs. Only the creeps like Nick ever asked me out. For some reason they thought that just because I had a big chest, I'd be an easy lay. Nice guys like Kevin were always so afraid that I was dating someone like Nick that they wouldn't talk to me. Just then, I heard the shower turn off. I wondered if Amy and Nick just had sex again. The though of Nick and Amy doing it actually turned my stomach! I pushed all thoughts of Nick out of my mind and tried to go back to sleep. Just as soon as I had successfully pushed Nick to the background, Kevin replaced him. I really liked talking to Kevin the other day. I couldn't wait to see him again next week. He was smart, cute, and at just under six feet tall, he's the perfect size for someone like me... Kevin walked up to me and grabbed me with his manly arms. He brushed his lips against mine. I reached my arms around Kevin's waist and pressed my body tightly against his. Kevin looked down and his blue-green eyes stared passionately into mine. He moved his head closer to mine and there were sparks as our lips touched. I greedily kissed him back. Just as I was starting to feel light headed, Kevin moved back slightly. Both of us were gasping for breath. "We shouldn't be doing this" I whispered in his ear, guilt consuming me. My conscience demanded we stop, but my heart wanted him to do anything but. "I know", he responded huskily, licking his swollen lips. "You really should stop", I sighed, quickly losing the willpower to call it quits. Instead of responding to my half-hearted suggestion, Kevin moved his face closer to mine. I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips. Then he opened his mouth and...BANG! My dream was shattered when Amy slammed her bedroom door. I tried to go back to sleep - I wanted to see what Kevin was going to do next - but it was not to be. I reached over and picked up the romance novel I was reading earlier, and read until I finally passed out again. * * * A little after ten the next morning, I heard someone knocking on the front door. I grabbed my robe and put it on, tying the belt snugly around my waist. "I hope it isn't Nick" I thought as I walked sleepily to the front door. If it was him, I decided I would hide and hope that he would go away! Before I opened the door, I looked out the peephole. Instead of Nick, I saw Kevin standing there with an anxious look on his face. I opened the door and invited him to come in. Kevin's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me. I realized that I was wearing a pretty short robe, and that he could see far more of me than I wanted him to, except for in my dreams. "Please have a seat," I suggested, motioning to the overstuffed sofa. "I'm going to get dressed and I'll be back in a minute." Wondering why Kevin was here this early on a Sunday morning, I opened my closet and looked for something to wear. I decided my Maryland State University sweatshirt and a pair of baggy jeans would be the best, or at least safest, bet. When I walked into the living room, Kevin jumped as if he thought I was going to hurt him. I decided that maybe something to drink would help calm him down. "Would you like some coffee?" and for some reason he turned beat red. "Do you have some Coca Cola?" he asked, his voice cracking with nervousness. I walked over to the kitchen and poked around the 'fridge. I found a forgotten can of Coke way in the back, and grabbed a Diet Coke for myself. I brought them out and handed Kevin his can, wiping the moisture left on my hand from the can on my jeans. He thanked me with a mumble and sat there lost in his own thoughts. Sitting down on the chair across from the sofa, I asked in my best Bugs Bunny voice, "What's up doc - to be?" Yeah it was corny, but a hint of a smile appeared on Kevin's face. He looked at me for a moment and, his voice quivering, said "I was hoping to talk to Amy ... Is she here?" "Amy's here, but I think she got in really late last night." I sipped some of my DC and added, "I don't expect to see her up and around for hours." "Ohhh..." said Kevin, with a look of disappointment on his face. "I really need to talk to her. Maybe I'll come back later - after she wakes up." Kevin stood up and shuffled his feet toward the front door, his head hung low. "You don't have to go right now." I set my Diet Coke on the coffee table and followed him to the door. "You can wait here", I added without thinking. Betrayed by last nights dream, I thought. Kevin looked me in the eye for a moment, and I felt a tiny shiver go though my body. I reminded myself that this was the real Kevin, not the Kevin from my dream. "Thanks," he said, and then sat down in the chair I had been sitting in. I sat down on the sofa and curled my legs underneath me so that I was more comfortable. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. Kevin stared right though me as if I didn't exist. I could see that he was upset about something, but I couldn't imagine what it was. So wanting to be helpful, I said "I know that you really wanted to talk to Amy, but can I help?" Kevin sighed and said, "Probably not. Amy introduced me to one of her friends last night and ..." "Which friend," I asked, a tinge of curiosity in my voice. "Joyce," Kevin replied. "Do you mean Joyce McDermott," I asked thinking of Amy's friend with the pierced tongue. "I never found out her last name," Kevin said, clearly uneasy about that fact. I tried to picture Joyce McDermott in my head, and all I could think about was how much it must have hurt to get a pierced tongue. Finally I asked, "Was she taller than me with dark hair and a very athletic body?" "That sounds like her," Kevin said, absently flipping through a tattered magazine from the coffee table. Somehow I didn't think the fashion magazine was quite up his alley. The poor guy was really in bad shape, that much was obvious. "I only talked to her a couple of times, but she seemed okay to me." I commented cautiously, referring to Joyce. Kevin thought for a second and then asked, "Did you know that she had a piece of metal in her tongue?" The way he cocked his head as he asked the question was almost boyish. I laughed, "Do you mean 'Did she have her tongue pierced?'" Kevin nodded. "The answer is yes. I know a few other girls that had done it." I decided to tease Kevin a little bit and added with uncharacteristic forwardness, "They say it drives men wild in bed." Then I remembered that this wasn't the Kevin from last night's dream and, slightly embarrassed, looked at the floor rather than directly at him. "It certainly was different" said Kevin after a moment's thought. I looked up at Kevin and saw he was blushing. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed. I decided to push Kevin a little bit. "Kevin, I don't mean to be rude, but did you sleep with Amy the other night?" He nodded his head, and his face turned even redder. "Was she your first?" I asked, somewhat unsteadily. He nodded again. "Ahh... That explains a lot of things," I said. "There's no need to be embarrassed. There has to a first time for everyone. How do you feel about Amy?" I pressed, somewhat shocked by the intimate turn the conversation was taking, and even more shocked that I was the one initiating it! Kevin looked hurt and confused. I moved over to the sofa and sat beside him. I reached over, held one of Kevin's hands and said, "Amy's having boyfriend problems right now. But deep down inside, she's a good person. I don't think she meant to hurt you, at least not deliberately." I gently rubbed the top of Kevin's hand with my thumb in an attempt to soothe him. "But why did she hand me off to Joyce?" Kevin blurted out. "Joyce treated me like I was a toy or something. She took me home and practically raped me last night, and then she was going to drag me out to get a tattoo... and a ring in my ... you know ..." he said, nodding his head in the direction of his crotch. I was stunned by Kevin's words and his openness. "I don't think Amy thought Joyce would do anything to hurt you. I think Amy really likes you. And she wanted to set you up with someone that would make you happy. Maybe she didn't realize...." "Didn't realize what?" a voice asked from behind us. I turned around and saw Amy standing behind the sofa in her pink terrycloth robe. Kevin looked equally startled at the sudden intrusion and let go of my hand. Then he looked up at Amy and said, "I'm sorry we woke you up. But last night ... with Joyce was ... a ... unique ... experience for me." Kevin's voice trailed off in nervousness after every couple of words spoken. "I really needed to talk to you about her. She was going to have someone put a ring in ... my ... my .... ummm... never mind." I bit my tongue to prevent a grin from escaping. Poor Kevin, he was so embarrassed by the whole situation. And the more embarrassed he became, the more endearing he got. Amy looked at the floor and fiddled with the belt on her robe. "I'm sorry if Joyce and you didn't get along," she apologized, her voice sounding regretful. "I knew that Joyce wasn't dating anyone and I thought you might like her. I knew that she'd take you to bed and I thought that would make you happy." Kevin looked back at Amy, taking in every word she said. "As for my boyfriend problems, I don't have a boyfriend problem as I don't have a boyfriend anymore. As far as I'm concerned that fuckin' asshole can move to hell and stay there." Amy spat with venom. I looked Amy in the eye, and mouthed "Wanna talk?" to which Amy just shook her head no. I made a mental note to talk to Amy about Nick in private. I know something bad must have happened, but I couldn't even begin to guess what. I looked over at Kevin and he appeared stunned at Amy's comments. He just stared at her in disbelief. Then I noticed that his look of disbelief slowly turned to one of hope as it slowly sank into Kevin's mind that Amy might now be available. He looked up and down Amy's short robe noticing her attributes. Amy must have noticed this also, as she said "I guess we really need to talk, Kevin, but I'd like to get dressed first." I stood up and asked Kevin if he was hungry "I'm hungry and I was thinking about making some pancakes." "The frozen kind?" Kevin asked. "No way," I said, walking toward the kitchen. Kevin followed me like a puppy dog on a leash. I opened the cupboard and pulled out a box of Bisquick. "Would you mind getting me the carton of milk and a couple of eggs from the 'fridge?" I asked, grabbing a mixing bowl from the cupboard above my head. "Sure," Kevin replied. He walked over to the refrigerator and brought them over to where I was working. By then, I had already dumped just the right amount of pancake mix into the bowl. I added the eggs and some milk, and started stirring the batter. "I think there's some bacon in the 'fridge if you're interested," Amy said as she walked in to the kitchen and gently pushed Kevin out of the way. She looked far more composed than she was a few minutes earlier. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a small package of bacon. "Poor Kevin," I thought upon seeing Kevin's lost expression. I walked over to him, grabbed his shoulders, turned him around, and started steering him toward the dining room table. "I know you want to help, but two cooks make one crowded kitchen - three cooks is even worse. Just sit over there at the table and we'll bring you some breakfast when we're done." I gave Kevin a smile as he pulled out a chair from the table and sat down. Kevin seemed to be calming down a bit. While Amy was opening the package of bacon, I dug a frying pan and my favorite pancake pan out of the cupboard and put them on the stove. Amy reached over, turned the burner on, and put a few slices of bacon in the pan. I got some butter from the refrigerator and put a little bit in the pan so the pancakes wouldn't stick. Turning the burner on, I pushed the pat of butter around with a spatula until it melted. When the butter finally melted, I stirred it into the batter just like my mom taught me. Then I poured some batter in the pan. I heard a loud pop followed by an even louder "owwww!" which came from Amy's mouth. Amy had gotten splattered with bacon grease. Seeing her almost comical expression, I started laughing, and then Kevin started laughing too. Sticking her bottom lip out in a fake pout, Amy gave us one of those looks, and then started laughing too. With a grin, I looked over at Kevin and asked, "Are you enjoying this?" "I've never had breakfast made by two beautiful women before," he responded with an almost boyish smile on his face. Turning to me with a mock look of surprise, Amy said, "Did he call us beautiful?" "I think so," I smiled, looking over at Kevin. I flipped the pancake into the air like they always did on TV. Kevin clapped his hands as I took a bow. Amy pulled some bacon out of the frying pan and put it on a plate layered with paper towels to absorb the grease. I flipped the pancake from the pan to the plate, and together Amy and I carried breakfast over to Kevin. "Beautiful," Kevin said with an appreciative grin. "The pancake looks good too," he added, sounding more like a Casanova than a self-proclaimed geek. I heard a chuckle from Amy and I smiled, thinking that the real Kevin is even nicer than the one in my dreams. Back to the stove I went to make the next pancake. * * * The three of us talked about anything and everything while we ate breakfast. Nothing particularly serious, just good fun chatter. After breakfast, Amy and Kevin went into Amy's room and talked for quite a while. I felt a little left out as I washed the dishes alone but I knew that they needed their privacy. An hour or so later, I was studying with my books spread out over the dining room table, when Amy and Kevin reappeared. Kevin seemed much calmer after their talk, and I couldn't help wishing I had been a fly on the wall for that conversation.. As he passed by the table, Kevin waved to me and said, "I'll see you in class tomorrow." I felt a tinge of jealously course through my body as Amy walked Kevin to the front door and whispered something in his ear. Kevin turned red, and then Amy reached over and kissed him on the cheek. She watched him open the door; walk down the stairs and out of the building. Closing my book, I asked, "Is everything okay with Kevin?" "I promised Kevin that I'd talk to Joyce and explain what happened last night. In fact, I'm going to call her right now." Amy walked into her bedroom and shut the door. With Kevin gone and Amy on the phone, I decided to go over to the library and study. I gathered my books and papers, slipped into my coat, and left the apartment. * * * When I returned later that afternoon, I found Joyce crying on the sofa with Amy holding onto her tightly. I decided to give them some privacy, so I headed straight for my room. Before I could close the door behind me, I was able to overhear part of their conversation. Curiosity got the best of me, so I left my door open a crack and tried to take in more of the discussion. "But I thought he really liked me," Joyce said in between sobs. "I think he does like you, Joyce. But you have to admit you came on a bit strong with the poor guy. I think you really scared him, especially when you wanted to get him tattooed." "Tattoos don't hurt that much," Joyce said, blowing her nose in a wad of tissue. "Maybe not, but maybe he wasn't quite ready for something like that," Amy suggested. "You just want him for yourself now that you've dumped Nick", Joyce accused, her voice filled with anger. Amy chuckled, "Kevin is a really nice person, but I'm not interested in someone like him. He's way too geeky," she added, waving off the thought. "Besides, he's only 17. I'm only interested in men, not boys." "You mean that?" I heard Joyce ask. Amy must have nodded, since I didn't hear her speak. Then I heard some rustling noises from the other room. Wanting to know what in the world was going on; I decided I needed a drink. I walked quietly out of my room and down the hall to the kitchen. When I peeked into the living room, I wasn't sure, but it looked like Amy was kissing Joyce on the sofa. I decided to grab a Diet Coke and go back to my room and hide. A few minutes later, I heard the front door slam shut. Amy hollered, "She's gone. The coast is clear, Kim." I walked out of the bedroom and asked, "Is she okay?" Amy replied, "She'll be fine. Evidently Kevin made a bigger impression on her than I thought. She really fell in love with him, but then Joyce always falls in love with every guy she sleeps with. By next weekend, she'll be in love yet again and Kevin will be a distant memory for her." "That's good news," I said. "I was worried that she might hurt Kevin again." "Nah," said Amy. "I think she understands that Kevin isn't right for her. I think Kevin will be safe now." "Ummm", I wasn't sure how to ask Amy my next question. "Uhhh...Where you kissing Joyce on the sofa earlier?" I asked, blushing slightly at the awkwardness of my question. "Sure," she responded easily. "Joyce is a great kisser. I love that stud she has through her tongue." Seeing my shocked expression, Amy asked, "Is there something wrong what that?" "Uhhh, no. I guess not. ... Does that mean that you're gay?" Amy chuckled. "No. I'm not gay. I like guys waaayyyy to much to be gay! However, there are times when kissing a girl can be just as much fun as kissing a guy. In Joyce's case, it helped her to realize that even if Kevin didn't like her, there were others that did." "Now I've got to grab a shower and get changed so I can get to work on time. I'll see you later," Amy said. However before she left, she reached over and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. I felt flushed, dizzy, and confused. No matter how confused I was, I decided I needed to get back to my studies. Soon complex equations pushed all thoughts of Kevin, Amy, and Joyce out of my mind. * * * My morning classes dragged by, as I waited for my class with Kevin. When I walked into my networking class, I found Kevin sitting in the same seat as he did on Friday. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I sat next to him again. Instead of being nervous, Kevin appeared to be a lot more at ease around me than he was in our last class together. As a result, today's lecture flew by. After class, I grabbed Kevin's arm and we walked over to the Student Union. This time, I sat next to Kevin rather than across from him. That way we could talk quietly without being overheard. We talked about a lot of things, his favorite color (green), his favorite book (The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress by Heinlein) and his favorite show (Star Trek - of course). He learned my favorite color was teal, my favorite flower was the rose and my favorite song was "This Kiss" by Faith Hill. After a while Kevin's friend Walt came by and the three of us ate tacos for dinner. Walt seemed to be a nice person, though I felt like Kevin was embarrassed to be sitting next to me while Walt was there. I later found out that Kevin wasn't embarrassed by me, but was worried that Walt might do something that would embarrass me. Eventually we finished dinner and Walt left. I grabbed Kevin's arm and we went outside. Having been at MSU for nearly four years, I had a chance to walk around most of the campus at one time or another. In the center of campus was a reflecting pond. Even though it was frozen over during the winter months, it still looked beautiful at night. The walk from the Student Union to the reflecting pond took only a few minutes, but they were some of the best minutes of my life. Neither of us said a word. We didn't need to. Somewhere along the line, our hands linked. Simply walking next to Kevin, his warm hand in mine, was heavenly. It was one of those clear winter nights where there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Even though the moon was nearly full, you could still see dozens of stars in the sky. I paused for a moment when I saw something moving across the sky. At first I thought it was an airliner, but I realized it was really a shooting star. I closed my eyes for a moment and made a wish. When I opened them, the shooting start was gone. We started walking again and I wondered if Kevin had seen the shooting star. I started to say something about it, but then decided I didn't want to spoil the mood. When we reached the reflecting pond, we started walking downhill beside it. The long rectangular pond was built on a gradual slope and had a small waterfall every twenty feet or so. In the summer, the sound of the water falling was relaxing as well as beautiful. When the sidewalk curved around the bottom of the pond, there was a patch of ice neither Kevin nor I saw. Kevin slid on the ice and landed on his bottom. I tried not to laugh, but it didn't work. Soon Kevin joined me. Deciding I had been mean enough to the poor guy, I reached down to help him up. Kevin grabbed my hand and pulled. A moment later, we were both flat on the ice. The only thing that hurt was our dignity. We laughed some more, and then finally managed to stand up. I turned to Kevin and looked into his beautiful blue-green eyes while he gazed into mine. We stood there like that for several moments as if mesmerized by one another. For some reason I'd probably never understand, I reached up to Kevin and gave him the first real kiss of my life. Kevin put his arms around me and held me tightly. We stood there just kissing each other until we ran out of breath. The warmth of his tongue and the comfort of his arms wrapped around me was almost intoxicating. Moments later, Kevin relaxed his arms and we continued our walk around the reflecting pond. When we reached our starting point again, I decided I wanted to go somewhere a little warmer. "Do you want to go over to my place", I asked. Kevin simply nodded his head. He was speechless. So we walked over to my apartment hand-in-hand and in silence. * * * When I opened my apartment door, the lights were off. It was still early and I wondered where Amy was, but I didn't think much about it. I left the lights off and took off my coat. Kevin took his off as well, and I hung them up in the closet. While I was hanging our coats up, Kevin sat down on the sofa. I sat down on his lap and started to kiss him again. I could feel my nipples crinkle with delight. Our tongues danced around each other and we hugged each other tightly. I wondered if Amy had taught him how to kiss during their single night together, or if Kevin was born with a talent for kissing. As we kissed, I ran my fingers through Kevin's curly brown hair. I loved how thick it was. Meanwhile, Kevin had started to run his hands up and down my back. This gave me a little shiver and a warm feeling spread all over my body. For the first time in my life, I wanted to sleep with someone. There was no doubt about it in my mind. It felt right. Just as I was about to invite Kevin into my bedroom, the apartment door opened. Amy walked in and flipped the lights on. She saw us sprawled all over the sofa and looked at us with a knowing grin. Kevin raised his head and blinked at the sudden light. When Kevin realized it was Amy who stood there looking at us, a look of terror - or was it guilt - spread across his face. The moment I slid off Kevin's lap, he stood up and said, "I guess I better go home now. I've got an early class in the morning. I'll talk to you soon." Kevin reached over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Bye". It must have taken all of Kevin's self control not to race out of the apartment. He walked over to the closet with amazing calmness and grabbed his coat and backpack. Then he looked at Amy, who was still standing by the door, and lost it. For the second time in less than a week, Kevin ran down the stairs and out of the building. I walked over to the open door and together Amy and I watched Kevin race down the sidewalk. I turned and looked at Amy, and then she looked at me. Suddenly, we burst out laughing.