Geekz And Freakz: Part 1
Thomas finds an improbable connection.
woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are
incredible, some are bizarre and some are disasters. My story may be all those
things rolled into one. When I think back even I have a hard time believing
what happened. I do know that I wouldn't be where I am today without the
incredible woman who dropped so suddenly into my life, a woman I met the fall
of my second year at college. I owe her so much.
Social Disabilities.
I was getting that familiar buggy feeling I get when I'm in
a crowd and my anxiety starts to crank up, but I kept it in check by looking
down and avoiding everyone's gaze. The party was in full swing with music
blaring from the lounge halfway down the dorm hall. Eager drinkers pressed in
around me as I pumped the keg. There was not one familiar face in the crowd.
Everyone there was with my roommate or his circle of friends. Normally, I
wouldn't have associated with my roommate and would have preferred the quiet
solitude of the library but the thought of strangers touching my things had
been too much, so I volunteered to man the keg. This way, I could keep an eye
on my stuff and get free beer.
Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor before me,
a change from all the tennis shoes, sandals, and flip-flops I had been seeing.
My eyes followed the boots up to a black and green plaid kilt, up to an ancient
black Joan Jett t-shirt tattered around the edges, up to a thin face framed by
spiked jet-black hair, up until my eyes locked onto brilliant green eyes
outlined in heavy mascara. She half-sneered at me, as if in challenge. I just
nodded in greeting and passed her a beer. She gave me a little crooked smile
and melted into the crowd, leaving me slightly flushed. I continued pouring but
kept thinking about her green eyes and how they seemed to bore into me.
Later those boots and those eyes were back, looking for more
beer. Her hands were empty, though, and the supply of plastic cups had run out
several minutes before. "Sorry," I said. "What happened to your
She scowled. "I put it down to send a text and it must
have been picked up by one these ass-hat frat boys." Pointing to a
half-full mug on the shelf next me she asked, "Whose is that?"
"Mine," I explained and she picked it up and
downed the rest before smirking and holding it out. I refilled it and she took
a long sip off the top before handing it back.
A Freak named Nico.
"I'm Nico," she volunteered as I took a drink.
"Thomas," I said as she took the mug from my hands.
A black widow tattoo decorated the inside of her left wrist and another tattoo,
green vines twisting and choking a broken clockwork, adorned her right bicep. I
counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrow. She was
short, almost a foot shorter than me, with a slight build. At first glance she
appeared frail but I noticed the way the cords stood out on her arms as she
randomly plucked textbooks off my shelf and thumbed through them before
replacing them in the wrong location. "Nico's a unique name," I said,
attempting conversation. I winced inwardly at the awkward rhyming of my
"Short for Nicole," she explained without looking
I stole a sidelong glance at her body. Her legs were pale
and smooth and looked soft to the touch. On her left thigh I could see just the
bottom of another tattoo and wondered what it could be. When I looked up she
was watching me intently. Attempting to cover my embarrassment I joked,
"Did you just come from the Young Republicans meeting?"
"Church? I'm an altar girl," she said without
missing a beat. She looked me over critically. "You don't fit in,
I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans but I knew what she meant.
My body language was all wrong. I nodded. "My roommate's party, my
roommate's friends, his friends' friends, and so on. You know anyone
She shook her head. "No one. I walked a friend back to
her room after a movie, heard the music and decided to crash."
We talked as I continued pouring beers. Nico told me she was
majoring in sociology and I said I was studying computer science and
engineering. The fact that she didn't run away after I told her was
encouraging. The music down the hall was cranked even higher and drinkers
crowded in around us, forcing us closer together. Nicole shouted one-sided
conversation in my ear as I pumped the keg. To be honest, I don't recall too
much of what she said but I clearly remember the feel of her breath on my ear
and the five times her body rubbed against my arm as the crowd pressed in.
Eventually the keg ran dry and I had the unenviable task of
turning away drunk but thirsty souls, their collective mood turning darker by
the moment. All of my attempts to get them out the door failed, the crowd grew
more surly. In the end it was Nico who drove them from the room with pushes and
kicks, swearing at them the whole time. I taped a sign on the door, closed it
"Thanks. I thought we were going to be overrun."
"The only thing a mob will understand is force,"
she explained. It sounded like she was disappointed in me in some way.
"You need to be more forceful and not let them walk all over you." I
nodded mutely, thoroughly chastised. Then she smiled slightly. "Anyway, I
owed you for sharing your mug."
Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of
the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had
ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and
concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the
wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle
the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost
overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things
like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted thoughtfully.
Finally, she asked, "Are you gay?"
"No," I said, completely unoffended. It was not
the first time that question had been asked of me.
"Didn't think so." She patted the mattress next to
her. "Come here and take a break."
Stretching his comfort zone.
I sat on the bed with my back against the wall. I tried to
look relaxed on the outside but I doubt I succeeded. Every nerve in my body was
jangling and my body felt stiff as a board. Nico didn't seem to notice. Instead
she rubbed at a mark on her skirt before turning and looking at me closely. I
started to wither under her stare.
"What?" I asked again, afraid she had noticed my
right ear lobe was slightly larger than my left.
She shook her head, a frown on her face. "You're not
like other guys, are you?"
She nodded, absently picking at the scuff mark. Without
warning she kissed me, hard, pinning me against the wall. Once I recovered from
the initial shock I began to return the kiss but I was always a step behind.
Her tongue forced its way past my lips, so alive and electric. My hand went to
her back; her hand went to my crotch as she drove me down onto the bed.
Tentatively I moved my hand down to her ass and she boldly shoved her hand down
She stopped kissing and stared at my crotch, her hand
squeezing up and down my length. Her hands scrabbled at my jeans, tugging them
down to my thighs until I was exposed and erect before her. Nico muttered,
Before I had a chance to speak she had me in her mouth.
Someone was pounding on the door, jiggling the handle and demanding beer. The
shouting and pounding and sucking continued unabated for several minutes until
the knocker finally took the hint and went away. All I could hear, aside from
the thudding of my heart, were the soft wet sounds of her mouth sliding over my
The feel of her tongue was too much and my whole body
tensed. With a groan I came, eliciting a muted whimper from Nico. She continued
bobbing for another minute, the sensations intensifying with each bob, drawing
out more groans from deep within me body. Finally, she ceased and let me slide
from her lips. She sat back against the wall and dabbed at the corners of her
mouth before sucking on her finger.
I lay there, stunned and pleased and vulnerable and
invincible all rolled into one. The feeling of invincibility faded, though, and
I gradually became aware I was lying naked in front of a girl with my now-limp
cock on full display. Embarrassed, I started to pull my pants up but her hand
"Don't; seeing it pleases me," she said.
"Your very first blowjob?" I nodded dumbly and she smiled.
"Thought so. What did you think?"
I tried to put it into words but my vocabulary failed me.
"It was amazing. I-" How could I describe something made me feel so
many different emotions all at one time? Instead, I shrugged and shook my head.
She nodded in agreement. "Kneel on the floor in front
of me." I did and she scooted to the edge of the bed. Nico gathered her
kilt in her hands, slowly revealing the pale flesh of her thighs, the serpent
tattoo that started on her left hip and rose towards her abdomen, and the black
cotton of her panties. She pulled my face to her crotch and I stared at it.
"Kiss it," she commanded.
I pressed my lips against the dry fabric. Nico shifted and I
felt soft yielding flesh under the panties. Her musk filled my nose and I
became light-headed. I kissed her again, my mouth open slightly and her hips
rose slightly to meet me. Without hesitation I licked her and the cotton turned
from dry to damp to wet and then I could faintly taste her. I tongued her
roughly through her panties, wanting, needing more until she pushed my head
Those green eyes, punctuated by black eyeliner, stared at me
intently. I couldn't tell if she was pleased or angry but I did recognize her
surprise. I don't know how long she held me there but with each passing moment
I became more desperate to taste her again. Finally, her eyes narrowed and with
her free hand she pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving me to pull them
the rest of the way off. The hand holding my hair slowly relaxed and dropped
I bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted
like fall, of rain and the sweet smell of slowly decaying leaves. I kissed
higher and now I could truly smell her. I paused and, for the first time in my
life, gazed at a woman's sex. Neatly trimmed black pubic hair framed her
glistening folds. The swollen clit bulged slightly under its hood, calling to
me. I could feel her heat on my face, drawing me in. My tongue parted her,
delved into her, and dipped into her nectar. A guttural moan filled my ears and
my soul fell into her, drowning happily in the pool of her wet heat.
With slow and tender licks and kisses, I explored every nook
and cranny of her, liberating her juices, coating my mouth and chin. Low,
primal sounds filled the room only to be muted by the sudden pressure of her
thighs against my head. I pushed on, my tongue darting and flicking and she
trembled and shook beneath me. Her thighs hugged my face, each squeeze more
powerful than the last, cutting off the blood to my brain until the world
When I came to my senses Nico had me by my hair and was
twisting my head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she
looked down at me triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her
forehead. With a crooked smile she pushed me away playfully in an odd display
of affection. I wiped my face with my shirt and realized my erection was back.
Nico looked at the clock and bolted from the bed.
"Shit! My curfew is in ten minutes!"
I couldn't believe my ears. "You live in Mother
Mary?" I teased. She shot me a dangerous look as she smoothed down her
skirt. To make up for the slight I offered to walk her back.
We hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women
dorm on campus. Also known as Mother Mary, the Nunnery, or, more crudely, the
Virgin Vault, it was the only dorm that had a curfew. A favorite of
over-protective parents to guard their daughters against all the evils of
college life, it was also the only dorm with a waiting list. We got to the
front doors with two minutes to spare according to the large antique clock over
the entrance. Nico kissed me lightly on the lips before disappearing inside. I
was walking on air on my way home before realization set in.
I had forgotten to get her number and I didn't know her last
Vanished.
The following week I walked slowly past Mary Hall on the way
to and from class hoping I'd run into Nico, even walking out of my way whenever
I had time. I had her panties which I had found balled up under the edge of my
bed and I carried them with me like I was the prince in a perverted version of
Cinderella. Not once did I get a glimpse of her. I slept with the shirt I had
worn that night. I hadn't washed it and I could still smell her on it.
After two weeks I had almost given up seeing her again. I
was in my room catching up on homework when I heard a voice. "Hey." I
looked up at those brilliant green eyes. Nico was standing in my open door
wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans, a lock of jet black hair covering one eye.
She flashed that crooked smile and asked, "Am I bothering you?"
"Nope," I said, quickly closing my Advanced
Calculus textbook. She shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed.
"Is your roommate around?"
"No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with
friends who belong to the frat he's rushing so I basically get the room to
"About that night," she began but stopped. She
gave me a cold, hard stare. "You haven't told anyone about it, have
you?" I swore I hadn't. "Good, keep it that way. You tell anyone and
"I swear, I won't say anything," I said meekly,
withering under her gaze. She was starting to scare the absolute shit out of
Anxiety clashes with boldness.
"Okay, I believe you." She looked at me for a long
moment then said, "Take off your clothes."
"Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."
"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.
Nico stood up, tilted her head and looked curiously at me.
I swallowed and avoided her eyes. I finally shrugged and
confessed, "I've never done those things before."
"What? Kiss a girl? Feel another person's tongue on
your own? Touch a girl's ass?" I stared at the floor under the desk. I was
too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. "Or was it something else?"
"You know, like what you did to me," I bumbled.
"You mean when I put your erect cock in my mouth and
sucked on it until you ejaculated your sperm down my throat. That's called a
"Right. That." I swallowed nervously and went on.
"Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as
eating me out or licking my cunt."
"Yeah, licking your, you know, pussy."
Nico shook her head. "You didn't lick my cat, you
"Did you like licking my cunt?"
"I want you to say the word." She waited, an
amused expression on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable I
"Cunt," I said quietly, flinching as I did so. All
my life I had been taught that was the worst word one could ever say.
She laughed. "My God, you really are a virgin, in more
ways than one." Her laughter shamed me and my ears burned. I felt so
small. "Well, at least I know you're clean. Tell me, Thomas, are you one
of those types who save themselves for marriage? Did you swear a promise to
your God you would remain pure and chaste until your wedding night?" she
"Not that it's any of your business, but no," I
"Do you believe in God, Thomas?"
Nico snorted with derision. "I have don't have time to
waste on that nonsense." She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper
down. "I don't have time to waste, period. Do you want to lick my cunt
again, Thomas?" She reached into her panties. "I'm so wet and I'm so
willing. Do you want to taste me, Thomas?" She pulled her hand out and
held it up in front of me. Two of her fingers glistened and shone. I was
already salivating. I nodded. "Then take off your goddamn clothes."
There was a menace behind those words even though they were said neutrally.
I stood and peeled off my shirt then my jeans. After a
moment's hesitation I kicked off my boxers. Nico shook her head and pointed at
my feet. I understood and pulled off my socks. I stood there in the middle of
my room naked and semi-aroused as Nico walked slowly around me appraising my
body. I silently prayed she wouldn't notice my earlobes or that my rib cage was
a little asymmetrical. She stopped in front of me and raised an eyebrow as she
"Utterly fucking amazing," she said softly.
Like most guys, I had been curious with the length of my cock.
I had measured it and done my research but for some reason I was embarrassed to
admit that to her. Instead, I simply said, "Bigger than average, I
She shook her head. "Indeed it is. I thought my mind
was playing tricks on me again and my memory was fucked up. But there it
is." She sighed. "On your knees," she commanded.
I obeyed. Nico kicked off her jeans and stood before me.
"I can't have a boyfriend," she said, as I tasted her. I didn't care.
I just nodded and drank her in.
In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one
leg draped over the armrest and me kneeling on the floor in front of her, my
head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed
me away almost a half an hour had passed.
Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood,
my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at
Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a
satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert tits rose and fell, her nipple ring
catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an
apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left tit.
She motioned me over until I was standing next to her.
"Masturbate on me," she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes
and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment,
she looked sickly. When I hesitated she said emphatically, "Thomas, I want
you to jerk off, until your cum sprays over my face!"
I stood over her and masturbated as Nico's hands played
lightly over her body, her fingers teasing her nipples and tracing random
patterns over her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic
whispering of skin rubbing skin. She still had her eyes closed, and her mouth
half-open and inviting. I watched her drive her middle finger deep into her
cunt. With her other hand she caressed my sac, pulling me closer to her expectant
mouth until the tip of my cock rubbed against her lips.
She sucked it momentarily then whispered, "I can't have
I continued stroking, my orgasm nearing. Her lips nuzzled
the underside of the fleshy tip, sending jolts of electricity directly down my
shaft, through my balls and up my spine. With a groan the dam burst. White
lines of cum jetted across the bridge of her nose and caught in her heavy
lashes. She pulled me into her mouth and I came some more. When I was finished
"I can't have a boyfriend
