Geekz And Freakz: Part 2His Obsessive Dedication Gets Tapped Into.

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Nico

stared at me as I finished my coffee. It had grown cold but I couldn't

bear to leave it unfinished. Finally, she said, "Back in a moment," and

walked off to the restrooms. A minute later she was back and dropped a

ball of green material in my lap as she sat back down. "Feel it," she

said, "Feel how wet you've made me."

The

crotch of her panties was soaked and I fought the urge to bring them up

to my nose so I could breathe her in. I smiled, checked the time on my

cell and said, "Come on, I'll walk you back."

A

silence enveloped us as walked across campus. She was obviously deep in

thought and I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. At her lobby I

tried to give her panties back but she stuffed them in my front pants

pocket, her fingers brushing lightly along my semi-rigid cock.

Without a

word she went inside.

I was walking up the steps of my dorm when I received a text from her: It’s your fault I’m masterb8ing now.

I laughed and sent back, Hope your roomie doesn't mind.

By the time I climbed the stairs to my floor I got back, She’s studying w back to me. Now shut up I’m trying to concentr8.

Over

the next several weeks we saw each other quite a bit, although somewhat

randomly. Nico would drop by unannounced and I was never quite able to

predict when she would visit. I could see her three or four consecutive

nights and then there would be up to five days before she showed up

again. Our trysts were brief and to the point, consisting of oral sex

and handjobs. Nico was always in charge.

Once

she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up from my homework

and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand. Her hair

was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Nico unbuttoned

the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor.

Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching

purple streak.

I

watched, breathless, as her hand delved between her legs. I could hear

the squelching as her fingers penetrated her sex. I could see the

glistening flesh as she parted the outer lips. I swear I could smell her

from across the room. Her other hand tugged mercilessly on her nipples

making them red and swollen. The entire time she masturbated she kept

her eyes on me. After she came, she pulled her coat on, buttoned it up

and left. She never said a word.

The following visit she taught me how to pleasure her with just my fingers.

I

thought I was the luckiest guy on campus. Nico was an incredibly sexual

creature who was teaching me so much. I was amazed at how much pleasure

she could provide with just her hands and mouth. More importantly, she

wanted me to please her with my mouth and fingers. I fed off her

orgasms.

I

don't mean to sound ungrateful but I wanted more. Even though I very

much wanted to have sex with her, the topic of intercourse never came

up. I assumed she never suggested it because it was some sort of line

that couldn't be crossed; If we fucked I would be her boyfriend and she

couldn't have that. I never brought up the topic, because I had the idea

that if we had sex, Nico would become seriously ill and die.

I

know that sounds crazy, but I can't help these kinds of thoughts from

occurring. Once I have them, I obsess over them, making the fear

palpable. So in order to protect Nico, we couldn't have sex. I never

told her this. I wish I had, but I never did.

Employment.

One

Saturday night I was working a shift at the central campus computing

lab. A handful of students were well spread out in the lab, making for a

rather dull night. That's the way I liked it as I could get my homework

done and get paid for it. My coworker and I sat in the Pit, an ironic

name for the raised circular workspace overlooking the lab. The Pit was

also a convenient barrier between me and the students. Nico walked up

and leaned over the counter at me. "How late you working tonight?" she

asked in a hushed tone. The purple streak in her hair was now bright

green. I wondered briefly if her pubic hair matched.

"Until 2am. Sorry."

She

frowned and looked around the mostly empty lab before asking, "How many

of them do you think are watching porn right now and mentally frigging

themselves?" I shot a look at my coworker but he had headphones on and

was engrossed in a movie. I moved away from him and Nico followed along

the outer perimeter. "There aren't that many people here but I bet at

least one," she persisted.

I shook my head. "Doubtful. People tend to do that when they're alone in their room."

She pointed at a monitor in front of me. "Can you use that computer to see what they're doing?"

"Yeah, but it's our policy not to."

"Let me back there, I want to take a look."

"Sorry, employees only. They have a very strict rule about that."

"Then

I'd like an application, please," she pestered. I sighed and pulled an

application from a file and handed it to her along with a pen; I figured

it would be easier than arguing with her. She looked it over and asked,

"Who does the interview?"

"Tonight I would do the pre-interview but a full-time staffer would do the final."

Nico

smiled wickedly, put the pen to her lips and sucked lightly on it. "I

think there is at least one person here watching porn this very moment

but you think not. We should bet on it," she suggested.

"What would we bet?"

"If I win, I want you to seriously consider a proposal. If you win --"

"You have to tell me why you can't have a boyfriend," I finished.

She

frowned. "Not very imaginative. Alright, if that's what you want." We

shook hands and she pointed at the computer. "You do whatever typing you

need to do while I fill this out." I took me less than a minute to

launch a program and click a few parameters to get the answer. In less

than that time Nico had completed the application and was holding it out

to me. I checked to see if anyone was watching before I turned the

monitor towards her, defeated. "Ha!" she exclaimed. "I knew it!"

Shaking

my head, I turned the monitor back and closed the program. Three people

were surfing porn sites. I took the application and asked, "So, what's

your proposal?"

"I'd like my pre-interview first, then we can talk."

"Alright." I started to read over her application but she protested.

"I believe I have an expectation of privacy during an interview. Is there a room we can use?"

I

let my coworker know I was doing a pre-interview. He nodded without

ever looking up from his movie. Nico and I went to a small conference

room and sat at the table. I started through the prepared list of b. s.

questions.

"So, Miss Dewpot," I read the name she wrote on the application, "why do you want to work at this lab?"

"Well, I've always found computers sexy, what with all those big hard drives and such."

I made a check mark. "And what are your best qualities?"

She

looked up at the ceiling. "I'm loyal, punctual, and I don't take shit

from anybody. Also, I give a pretty mean blowjob and have been told my

cunt tastes like the nectar of the gods. Your words, not mine," she

reminded me.

"All admirable qualities," I agreed. "What's you're greatest weakness?"

"If

someone gives me shit I hurt them. Sometimes I end up in jail." I

laughed and shook my head. "Did I pass the first round?" she asked.

"I'm

afraid we can't hire you, Miss Dewpot. According to your application

you have a PhD so you're over-qualified." I added, "And you've been

convicted of a felony but you neglected to say what for."

"I

always knew I would make it someday," she smirked. She stood and came

around the table and sat on the edge right in front of me. She took the

application from my hands and tore it up, letting the pieces fall one by

one from her fingers. Then Nico fixed me with those green eyes of hers.

"I'm going to propose something that I want you to take your time

thinking about before giving me an answer and I'd like you to not

interrupt me with any questions until I'm done."

She

waited a moment. I sat silently so she continued. "You love to lick my

cunt." It was a statement and not a question but I nodded anyway. "Now

I've been eaten out by half a dozen people and it is my unbiased opinion

you are far better than any of them and that includes a couple of

lesbians." I opened my mouth to comment but shut it quickly. "It was a

phase," she explained.

"Anyway,

the other night I was having a pow-wow with several girls, and the

topic invariably turned to sex. You may not know this, but sometimes

when women talk to other women about sex, it can be in a very explicit

manner. Anyway, the talk came around to oral, and listening to these

girls, I realized they've never experienced anything like I have with

you. It made me a little sad for them and made me feel a bit selfish.

Self Employment.

"As

I've said before, I can't have a boyfriend but I feel like I've

effectively taken you off the market. You should be out there meeting

girls and going to town, or more to the point, downtown, but you spend a

lot of your free time with me." A dark look must have passed over my

face because she added quickly, "Don't worry, I still want to hang out

with you and suck that beautiful cock of yours. And I want you to keep

on sticking your tongue up my love hole," she added. I relaxed and

waited for her to go on.

"The

other problem is that you're anti-social. Maybe that's what attracted

me to you, initially, since I'm a fellow outcast. So, add all that up

and it's a dilemma. I want to keep hanging out with you, I want to help

you, and I want to help my fellow woman. So, what's the solution?"

I

shrugged as I didn't have the slightest clue as to where she was going

with this. "To be honest, I didn't know either until last night when I

was lying in bed, masturbating while imagining your face buried in my

crotch. The answer was right there, staring me in the cunt." She paused

and smiled. "I propose that I set you up with girls who are in dire need

of a good licking!"

I

sat and stared at her for a very long time. My mouth was possibly

hanging open. Finally, I asked, "Can I talk now?" She nodded. "You want

to pimp me out?"

Nico shook her head vigorously. "No, of course not, no money will change hands, although I will get a piece of the action."

"What do you mean?"

"Afterwards,

you tell me, in glorious Technicolor, all the sordid details. It's a

win-win-win for everyone. You meet new girls, they have the best orgasms

of their lives, your fame spreads and I get off afterwards."

"Sounds like everyone will get off. Will I?"

She

smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Silly boy! Of course you

do. It's part of the 'after.' Now," she slid off the table and stood up,

"I want you to think about this and tell me your answer tomorrow night.

Pick me up at six and take me out to dinner."

"Why should I take you to dinner?"

"It's

only fair," she said over her shoulder as she walked out. "I'm a

convicted felon with a doctorate. I can't get a job in this economy."

I sat in that room for a long time and pondered on what kind of sociopath I had gotten mixed up with.

I

didn't get any sleep that night. I simply lay there and thought about

her proposal. It was both terrifying and titillating. I would have to

put myself out there and meet new people. On the other hand I longed to

know how other girls tasted. Would they be like Nico or does each woman

have their own unique flavor? From the porn I've seen I knew vaginas

came in all shapes and shades but would they taste different? Would some

girls be clean shaven? I oscillated between panic and arousal all

night.

Of

course I said yes, because that's what Nico wanted. I told her the next

night as we were finishing up our meal at a nice Italian place near the

edge of campus. But I also had some concerns. "Will there be any ground

rules?" I asked.

"Like what."

"I

don't know." I looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. All

the closest tables were engrossed in their own conversations. "Do I get

right of refusal?"

Nico nodded. "Of course. If you feel uncomfortable or get some weird vibe off a client you can call it off."

I was appalled. "Did you just say client?"

"Maybe

trick is a better term?" She watched with amusement as my face turned

crimson red. Our waitress dropped off the check and was about to say

something but hustled away when she saw me. It took me a minute to

realize Nico was toying with me. "Yeah," she said, finishing the last of

her soda, "I'm just fucking with you."

"Someday

I'll learn," I muttered as I left enough cash to cover the check and

the tip. I looked across the table at her. "Walk you back to your dorm?"

I offered.

On

the walk back she veered us through a graveyard, saying it was a

shortcut. The sun had set minutes before but we still had enough light

to pick our way along the paths. There, deep in the middle of the

graveyard, she sucked me off as I leaned against a huge headstone. When I

was finished she forced me onto the ground and straddled my face. The

dry, dormant grass scratched the back of my neck as she writhed above

me. And, yes, her pubic hair was streaked with green.

Open For Business.

Over

two weeks went by before we got our first bite. In the meantime, I had

my doubts but Nico kept reassuring me her project was on track and that

she was carefully baiting the water. She didn't want to be too pushy and

scare potential clients away. Instead, she casually dropped little

morsels and waited for them to come to her. Even then, she was demure

and gave scant details, feeding them just enough scraps to whet their

appetite. She knew she had one hooked when a normally reserved girl came

to her room and asked explicit questions. The girl's eyes became bigger

and bigger with each answer until she broke and asked if Nico could set

her up with me.

Nico

told me all this while sitting on my lap one night and grinding her

crotch against mine. I was naked and she was fully clothed. "I've

arranged for you two to meet Saturday night at a house party down on Oak

Street." The pleasure I had been experiencing was offset suddenly by

the sick churning of my stomach and my whole body stiffened. "Relax,"

she said, rolling her hips in slow, delicious circles. "I'll be there to

introduce the two of you. You'll meet, say hi, and then you'll take her

somewhere quiet where you'll shove your tongue into her cunt until she

comes."

The

feel of her body rubbing against mine made me relax bit by bit until I

began to thrust back. Our bodies rocked in time. Those beautiful green

eyes watched me intently as my breath started catching in my throat. I

reached between us and unsnapped her jeans but she shook her head. "I

need you hungry and on you're A-game Saturday night. You're on a diet

until then." She buried her head in my neck and continued dry humping

me.

Her

hips ground against me in short, sharp, rapid thrusts, the intense

friction building to a breaking point. My body trembled and tensed and I

grunted with every thrust. Sudden warmth flooded my crotch as I came.

Nico drove on, trying in vain to reach orgasm but eventually slowing to a

stop as I softened under her.

She

stood up and fingered the wet spot on her jeans, satisfied. "I'm going

back to my room to masturbate. Maybe this time I'll get my whole fist

in. I'll see you Saturday night." Before I could say goodnight she was

gone. I spent the next hour touching things on my desk to ensure Nico's

safety.

Amanda.

By

the weekend I was a nervous wreck and could hardly keep any food down.

The anxiety of meeting someone new and the pressure I felt to perform

were wreaking havoc on my body. On Saturday evening Nico found me curled

up on my bed. She stroked my head and slowly coaxed me first to a

sitting, then to a standing position until she had me walking out the

door. We held hands all the way there, me gripping hers the way a

drowning man grips a lifeline. At the steps to the house she pried her

hand from mine, smiled and said, "Relax. You'll do great."

The

party wasn't as crowded as I feared although it was relatively early.

Nico approached a conservatively dressed woman and introduced me to

Amanda who was as tall as me. Her white blouse was buttoned all the way

up to the top and her black knee-length skirt had nary a speck of lint

on it. She was decently attractive in spite of the stern look on her

face. We shook hands, which I found oddly formal for the circumstances.

Nico excused herself to go find a drink.

Amanda

and I looked at each other for a moment before we both turned away. I

could see the embarrassment etched on her face and I knew exactly how

she felt. Nico caught my eye from across the room and she made a shooing

motion with her hand. I swallowed hard and said, "Well, this has to be

the most awkward introduction I've ever had." Amanda smiled briefly and

her face softened. I leaned forward and said softly, "Maybe we should

find someplace quiet to talk."

Amanda

nodded and led on, threading our way through the gathering crowd and up

the staircase. The second floor was nearly deserted and we found a

bathroom with a working lock on the door. Amanda leaned against the

counter, her body rigid. I stood in front of her and a little off to the

side. I held up my right hand for her to see then I slowly brought it

down to her hip. She stiffened slightly at the touch but then relaxed.

"I'll

stop any time you want; Just tell me," I said quietly. She nodded as I

caressed her hip through her knit skirt. As she relaxed my hand traveled

down her leg and low across the front of her thigh. I stopped there,

gathering her skirt in my fingers and slowly hiking it up until I

touched skin.

I

watched her closely. She was very still, with her eyes closed and her

breaths shallow, looking fragile and delicate. My palm pressed against

her skin and I thought I heard the slightest hitch in her breath. With a

slow, deliberate movement I ran my hand around to her inner thigh and

up. Her body rose with my hand until she was on her tip-toes and

couldn't go any higher. She was biting her lip now and when my hand

brushed over her panties there was a sharp intake of breath.

With

one finger I lightly stroked her sex through the cotton material. I

could feel her swell beneath my touch, the subtle ridges and valleys

becoming more pronounced with each passing minute. Amanda lowered her

body until her feet were flat on the floor, pressing her cunt into my

hand. My touch grew bolder and her face grew flushed. A glow was

starting to shine from within her, a luster that brought out her beauty.

She

gripped the edge of the counter now, the muscles of her arms tight

bands of pent up frustration. I used all the skills Nico had taught me.

My fingers danced, drawing a low moan from her. The swell of her clit

was pronounced and I strummed it rapidly. She bit back another moan and

took in two great hitches of breath before the dam burst. I watched as

the orgasm rolled through her and in that moment she was the most

beautiful creature I had seen. When she finally opened her eyes she

smiled at me.

"Thank

you," she whispered, her words barely audible. She started to smooth

out her skirt but I turned her and backed her up to the wall opposite

the counter. "What-," she began to ask but stopped when I crouched

before her. I looked her in the eyes as I pushed her skirt up. Amanda

watched wide-eyed as I kissed her mound through her panties. Her scent

made me instantly hard, drawing my face into her sex. I hooked my

fingers in the elastic waistband and pulled her panties off.

Blondish-brown

pubic hair, thick and curly, greeted me. Swollen labia called to me. I

kissed her and she shuddered. My tongue parted her with ease and I

tasted her. I plunged in and left the world behind until the joyous

sound of her orgasm filled my ears and brought me back to earth. I

looked up and saw she was watching our reflection in the mirror. Her

body sagged from the intense release, prompting me to halt.

She

smiled tiredly at me, her face glowing. Her lips brushed my cheek in

thanks. After she was gone I waited a few minutes and washed up.

When

I returned to the party I searched for Nico but couldn't find her among

the throngs of people now tightly packed in the living room. The noise

of the crowd and the music assaulted my ears. The walls and ceiling

suddenly pressed in and I broke out in a cold sweat, fear gripping my

chest in a giant bear hug. There wasn't enough air in the room and panic

washed over me. I staggered blindly through the crowd until I found the

kitchen. Pushing through the group gathered around a keg I stumbled out

a door and onto the back porch. Only when the door was closed tightly

behind me did my chest finally loosen.

I

sat on the railing with my back against the house, safely keeping the

wall between me and the party, the chill December air discouraging most

people, aside from a few hardy smokers, from using the back porch. By

the time Nico found me my limbs were stiff with cold and my cheeks were

raw. One look at my face and she understood immediately and retrieved

our coats from inside. Not even my coat and her arm draped around me on

the walk home could stop me from shivering.

The Debriefing.

Not

a word was spoken as she walked me back to room, undressed me and

forced me into bed. Nico turned out the light and after a brief rustling

of clothing she joined me under the covers. Her body pressed up against

my back and her arms wrapped protectively around me. Little by little

my shakes subsided.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked when I was finally still.

"Which: Amanda or the crowd?"

I could feel her shrug against me. "Tell me about the crowd. What happened?"

"I'm

not sure. I've never had it so bad. I felt like I was drowning in air

and I was going to die if I didn't get out of the house." A shudder ran

through me as I spoke and Nico hugged me tightly.

After

several minutes she said, "I spoke with Amanda afterwards and she was

one happy girl. It was almost as if she's a whole new person."

I nodded numbly. "That's nice. So, what's next?"

"We

wait," she said. "Amanda will tell one of her close friends. Maybe not

right away but I bet that after the New Year I'll be hearing from

someone who wants to meet you and we'll take it from there." I lay

there, quiet, wondering if I could go through that again. I know I could

easily be with another girl but I didn't think I could go to another

party. Nico ran her hand lightly over my chest and abdomen. "Tell me

about Amanda."

So

I told her. And as the words tumbled out Nico's hand moved down to my

crotch, her pulls becoming bolder as I became fully erect. She took me

in her mouth as I described how beautiful Amanda looked when she first

came and Nico swallowed my seed when I told her how Amanda's thighs

squeezed my head.

Nico

lay back and forced my head down between her legs. I teased and

tortured her with my lips, tongue, and fingers, her orgasms becoming

more and more frequent until they merged into one long, sustained

orgasm. With tired arms she pulled me up to her and rolled on her side. I

wrapped an arm around her and we slept.

Sometime

later I dreamed Nico was straddling me, facing away. She was rubbing

the tip of my cock slowly back and forth along her slit until it slid

slowly inside. Her hips moved slowly up and down, soft grunts

punctuating every downward stroke. In my dream I was immobile, unable to

use my hands to clutch at her flesh. I'm not sure if I wanted to stop

her in order to protect her or to help her body move against mine. Nico

leaned forward and raised her hips until just the tip of my cock

remained inside her. Her body bounced lightly in short strokes, her cunt

gripping the ridge of my head. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my

body.

I

awoke to find my tongue buried in her cunt and my cock buried in her

mouth. Her body shuddered above me, driving her sex hard against my

mouth. I came long and hard, my fingers digging into her buttocks.

Moments later she came, my seed spilling from her mouth as she cried

out, pooling on my stomach. Her body slipped off mine and we slept

again.

In

the grey dawn light I awoke to find Nico quietly getting dressed. "I

had the most amazing dream," was all I could say. She smiled and kissed

me lightly on the lips. Her fingers toyed with the dried cum encrusting

my stomach.

"I know," and she was gone.

Final

exams consumed me for the next week and a half and then came the two

week holiday break. I didn't speak to Nico during that time but we did

text some, mostly just light banter about having to spend Christmas with

our families. On New Year's Eve I started to text "miss u" but deleted

it without sending. I did miss her and I wanted more than anything to be

with her but her words still rang in my head: I can't have a boyfriend.

After

almost three months of knowing her, I still didn't know the reason

behind her declaration. I was afraid that if I brought it up it might

make her angry or scare her away. What I had with Nico was still a

relationship, albeit a twisted one, one I didn't want to risk by being

overly forward or presumptuous.

Still,

I couldn't stop thinking of her, wondering what she was doing right at

that moment and practically pouncing on my phone every time a new text

came in, hoping it was her and being crushed when it wasn't. I spent the

holidays quieter than usual, even with a house full of relatives. In my

mind I was constantly replaying our last time together and the more I

dwelled on it the more uncertain I became.

Was

it a dream or did Nico really have sex with me, however briefly? There

was an unnatural clarity to all of the sights and sounds and sensations,

almost as if they had been amplified. I couldn't trust my memories as

my psyche had been significantly bruised earlier that evening by my

panic attack. The sequence of events was disjointed in places the way

dreams are but I could still feel clearly the way her cunt had enveloped

my cock and the beautiful friction when she rode me.

To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts, for Literotica.