My First Time

Geekz And Freakz: Part 1

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Geekz And Freakz: Part 1
Thomas finds an improbable connection.

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Everyone

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.
Thomas.

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
cup?"

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
statement.

"Short for Nicole," she explained without looking

up from my Physics text.

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,
either."

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
here?"

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
and locked 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.

"What?"

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?"

"No, I suppose not."

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
the front of my jeans.

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,
"No fucking way!"

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
cock.

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
stopped me.

"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
back with one hand.

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
away.

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
dimmed.

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

name. I'm such an idiot.

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
myself."

"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'll hurt you."

"I swear, I won't say anything," I said meekly,

withering under her gaze. She was starting to scare the absolute shit out of
me.

Anxiety clashes with boldness.

"Okay, I believe you." She looked at me for a long

moment then said, "Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"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.

"Are you a virgin?"

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?"
she persisted.

"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
blowjob."

"Right. That." I swallowed nervously and went on.

"And what I did to you."

"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

licked my cunt."

"Ok."

"Did you like licking my cunt?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"I liked licking you."

"I want you to say the word." She waited, an

amused expression on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable I
was. "Say, cunt."

"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
mocked.

"Not that it's any of your business, but no," I

said a bit defensively.

"Do you believe in God, Thomas?"

"No, do you?"

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
looked at my cock.

"Utterly fucking amazing," she said softly.

"How big is it?"

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
suppose."

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

a boyfriend."

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
my knees felt weak.

"I can't have a boyfriend," she repeated as my

seed dribbled slowly from the corner of her mouth.

I offered her a towel to clean up. Nico climbed wearily into

my bed and pulled the covers over her. I watched her sleep for a while before I
got dressed and went back to my desk. I touched every item on the desktop
exactly seven times in the proper order before I could resume my calculus
homework, letting her sleep for an hour before I woke her gently.

"Nico, you have to get back before curfew," I said

softly. She mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled me into bed, her buttocks
pressing up against my growing erection. We lay there for several minutes, me
lightly stroking her hair. At last she rose from the bed and dressed.

She looked me steadily in the eye. "I can't have a

boyfriend."

"I know," I said. "Come on, I'll walk you

back to your dorm."

This time, I remembered to get her phone number.

The next evening we were sitting in a booth at a busy coffee

shop. Alternative music played overhead as students studied and writers
pretended to write the great American novel on their laptops. I'm not the type
to go out in public but Nico had succeeded in dragging me out of my room. I
surreptitiously tapped the handle of my mug the correct number of times before
I drank. Nico took a sip of her coffee and carefully set it down.

"How come you don't have a girlfriend?"

The question caught me off guard. I thought for a minute

then shrugged. It couldn't hurt to tell her the truth. "I have an anxiety
disorder that makes it hard for me to meet people, especially girls."

She frowned. "You didn't have any problems talking to

me that first night."

"That's partly because of the beer," I explained,

"and mostly that you talked to me first. You broke the ice and you carried
the conversation. If you think back, I just went along for the ride."

"So," she shrugged, "why don't you meet girls

at parties or bars?"

I fidgeted with a stirring straw, twisting it into knots.

"Crowds make me anxious, I mean, really anxious. There's a reason I'm sitting
with my back to the rest of the room, so I don't know how many people are here.
I can't go to any athletic events, and if a campus bus is crowded I'll wait for
the next one which sometimes makes me late for class. Even big lectures give me
a buggy feeling." The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the
forty-third twist.

There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive

Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because
I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count
everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take
to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make
everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk.

"Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?"

she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."

I shook my head. "Just the thought of a hundred

thousand people all in one place makes me nauseous."

"Do you get full-blown panic attacks?" I nodded.

"Ever tried medication?"

I chewed on my lower lip. The subject was a touchy one

because of the stigma of taking prescribed meds. It had been my experience that
once someone found out they treated me differently. But Nico wasn't like other
people. "Yeah, but I haven't found one I like. They do help alleviate the
anxiety but they all have drawbacks. Some made me feel like a zombie, some are
better but everything is still a tad foggy, and some have undesirable side
effects."

"Such as?"

I fidgeted in my seat. I hated talking about it but Nico's

piercing gaze wouldn't let me go. "This one particular drug gave me a
raging erection."

"Sounds like fun," she said mischievously,

"what with all that meat you're packing."

"It wasn't. I was sixteen and already a typical horny

teenager. I got plenty of erections all on my own. When I was on the med I was
hard all the time and not only was it embarrassing it was also very
painful."

"Do you have any of those pills left?" she asked,

her voice full of hope.

"No, I flushed them a long time ago." Nico pouted

at me across the table.

We sipped our coffee in silence until Nico declared,

"You are a fucking enigma." I couldn't decide if I should be insulted
by that. "You're a virgin who can barely go out in public, let alone talk
to women, but you have a cock any girl would kill to suck or fuck. And there's
no way you should be that good at eating me out. How can you be that
good?" I shrugged as I had no clue. "Did someone teach you?"

"No, but I do like watching it in videos," I admitted.

"In fact, it's the only kind of porn I like. I really enjoy seeing a woman
get off." That wasn't the whole truth, though. A more accurate statement
is that I always have a feeling something bad will happen if the woman doesn't
orgasm. Watching a video for the first time always fills me with trepidation as
I don't know if they will show the woman climaxing.

"What's it like for you, what's going through your mind

when you have your tongue buried in my cunt?"

"I don't know." I paused. "It's like I'm in

some sort of trance and it's the only thing in the world. Nothing else exists.
Maybe I blackout or something, you know, the way an alcoholic will blackout
when they've been drinking."

Nico nodded at me. "Try to describe what it's like to

lick me."

I thought about it for a long time before I said, "It's

kind of like eating a perfectly ripe peach. You know, there's that window of
two or three weeks in August when Michigan Red Haven peaches are the perfect
ripeness. You bite into the fuzzy skin and the sweet juice rolls down your chin
and you can't help but to slurp it up and the flesh is soft yet firm under your
tongue. That's the closest I can come to describing it."

 To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by mi

woodsman, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

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