Geekz And Freakz: Part 3A Weakness Becomes A Strength..

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The intervening weeks had done nothing make it fade the way dreams do.

The

unceasing obsessing took a toll on me and my thoughts started spiraling

uncontrollably. I became desperate enough to take my anti-anxiety pills

out of the medicine cabinet and hold the bottle in my hand for close to

an hour, staring at it. I hated those pills as they made me see the

world through a sort of veil and I always had the distinct feeling I was

missing something. I never felt like I was all there when I was on my

meds. What saved me in the end was I thought of Nico's eyes and a

calming peace came over me. The pressure slowly lifted off my chest and I

put the bottle back without taking one pill.

I finally received a short text from her just after midnight: Happy fucking new year. Short and to the point, just like Nico.

On

my second night back at school I was working the graveyard shift at the

computer lab and since classes didn't start until the next day I was

the only one working. I surfed the web aimlessly, trying to ward off

sleep. It was after two in the morning when Nico came in wearing a

leather miniskirt and matching leather jacket, her hair was spiked into a

Mohawk. Fishnet stockings, black fingernail polish, heavy eyeliner and

black lipstick completed her outfit. Whenever she moved a dozen zippers

on her jacket jangled softly.

"I'd

like to apply for a job," she said as she leaned over the counter. I

smiled at her and handed her the form which she filled out in a matter

of seconds. "How about an interview?" she asked as she gave back the

application.

I shook my head. "Can't. I'm the only one working and I have to stay at the desk. You'll have to come back some other time."

"Ok then, let me back there, I want to sit with you."

"Sorry, you know the rules."

"Come

on, there's only one fucking' guy here. Who's he going to tell? Let me

back there and you can pretend to be training me on how to turn on a

computer or something." I frowned at her, trying to think of a good

reason not to. Nico shrugged, sat up on the counter, swung her legs over

and hopped down into the workstation before I could stop her. I shot a

glance at the student sitting at the far side of the room but he hadn't

noticed.

Nico sat in a chair next to mine and lazily spun back and forth. "How was your break?" she asked. "Did you miss me?"

I felt my ears burn. "It was ok and, yes, I missed you."

"That's sweet. How much cunt did you eat?"

"I had none."

"Sounds

kinky. Who was the nun?" I shook my head in mock frustration trying to

mask the laughter I felt inside. Nico leaned back in the chair. "When do

you get off?" The question sounded mostly innocent.

"Not until six."

She

frowned and looked around the lab. "I can see why you'd like working a

shift like this, what with your condition and all." There was a bit of

venom behind that last bit and it stung a little. Her face suddenly

brightened. "Hey, it looks like we may have another client, a friend of

Amanda's. I'll try to set it up where there aren't a whole lot of people

so you won't, you know, freak out."

"I don't know," I said, "I'm not sure I want to."

"This

is about helping you meet other women and sharing your gift with them.

Don't you know how it made Amanda feel? She's still walking around a

smile glued to her face and she has you to thank for it. Doesn't that

make you feel good inside, knowing how you helped someone?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I admitted.

"Look, we're starting to build some buzz. We need to strike while the iron's hot. There's been some of word of mouth about you."

"Word of mouth," I repeated. I turned the phrase over and over in my head, liking it more each time. "Good one."

"Besides,

didn't you like the post-game between us?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, I know you enjoyed that. So, why not do it again?"

I

could think of one big reason why I didn't want to but I was afraid to

say it loud. Instead I swallowed it down and said, "Ok, I'm in."

Her smile lit up her green eyes. "Cool. Show me your right hand."

Slightly

thrown by her sudden change in subject, I did as she asked, although in

retrospect it was more of a command than a question. I held out my

hand, my palm towards her. She leaned in, studying my hand closely

before delicately folding in three of my fingers and my thumb until just

my index finger was pointing up. This she took in her mouth, wetting it

with her saliva.

I

watched, fascinated, as she slowly extracted my finger, her teeth

dragging lightly over the whole length. With her hand she guided mine up

under her skirt and my moistened finger slid easily into her. I could

hear how wet she was and I could feel how hot she was. Nico moved my

hand back forth, silently masturbating for the next several minutes with

a wicked grin on her face.

When

she finally withdrew it I could see her juices glistening in the cold

fluorescent lights. I started to bring it up to my mouth but she stopped

my hand and sucked my finger into her mouth. With great gusto she

fellated my finger in the same manner she had used on another part of my

body. My cock strained against my jeans as I watched my finger

disappear and reappear between those black lips. With a smile and a

light kiss she let my hand fall into my lap.

The

lone student had gathered his things and was approaching the counter.

With my erection I was in no condition to stand but fortunately Nico

jumped up and handed him his ID. "Thanks for coming in. Have a good

night," she said pleasantly. He murmured a goodnight and left.

Nico leaned back against the desk. "Now, when do you get off?" This time, the question was definitely loaded.

"Six," I teased, pretending to be clueless.

"No

fucking imagination," she muttered, shaking her head. The next instant

she was kneeling before me, unbuckling my belt and undoing my zipper. As

it turns out, it was only a matter of minutes before I got off.

Nico,

on the other hand, got off repeatedly over the next hour. I have to

admit it was the best shift I have ever worked in my life.

Sara.

Our

second client was a petite, mousy girl with dirty blond hair. We met at

her apartment where she was waiting with Amanda. Amanda hugged me

tightly when we walked in and introduced me to her friend Sara who only

managed a barely audible greeting. Sara took me to her bedroom while

Amanda and Nico talked in the living room.

Sara

and I faced each other for several awkward moments in the darkness. She

stood suddenly on her tiptoes and gave me a brief, nervous kiss before

shoving me hard onto the bed. Quick as a cat she was on me, peppering my

face and neck with hard kisses. I tried to slow her down and assume

control but her movements were frantic and unpredictable. Before I knew

it she had my shirt off and was wriggling out of her clothes.

Sara

crawled up my body and settled her crotch on my head. She ground her

sex against my mouth, the pressure so great it felt like my jaw was

going to dislocate. In desperation I tongued her clit hard and she came

with a shudder, drenching me in her juices. I bathed her with long licks

from the very bottom of her cunt up to the hard nub of her clit. Sara

relaxed and gently rode my face to several more orgasms. When she was

finished she knelt beside me and licked my face.

"Can I touch you?" Sara asked meekly as I stood by the bed tucking in my shirt.

I

nodded, and she reached out with a tentative hand to feel my crotch.

She rubbed and squeezed me for a minute before asking, "Can I see it?"

I

shrugged and undid my pants, exposing myself. She stared at it,

wide-eyed, and made several attempts to reach for it but always pulled

her hand back. "It's ok," I reassured her.

Sara

steeled herself before taking me in her hand, running her fingers up

and down the length before lingering for several minutes over the tip.

Her thumb and forefinger rubbed the head, smearing the pre-cum and

making it slick. She tugged on my cock, her pace increasing with each

passing minute until her hand was a blur. Her head swayed towards me,

her lips open and I thought she was going to take me in her mouth.

Instead, she gave me a firm squeeze and turned away to gather her jeans.

I was so close to orgasm.

When

we rejoined the others in the living room, Nico and I made our

goodbyes. Sara whispered something to Amanda who raised her eyebrows in

surprise. Amanda hugged me goodbye, this time pressing her thigh firmly

against my crotch for several long seconds. As soon as the door was

closed behind us shrieks of laughter emanated from the apartment. Nico

nudged me and said, "You did that. You created that joy." I smiled and

stuffed my hands in my pockets to hide my erection. "Come on," Nico

said, "let's go back to your room and you can tell me all about it."

Spring Breakout.

We

had a few more clients in January and February and by early March we

were averaging almost one a week. Each girl was different and each girl

was special in their own way. My favorites were the introverts like Sara

who couldn't speak in an audible voice or look me in the eye but once

we were alone transformed into a feral ball of lust. These encounters

were exciting, unpredictable, terrifying, and draining. Their energy and

enthusiasm was always matched and sometimes exceeded by Nico, as if she

was somehow competing against them.

Only

once did I back out; and that was because the girl was falling down

drunk when we showed up at her place. Three days later we met again, and

everything worked out great. By late March, I had been with more girls

than any guy I knew. Nico's plan was working just like she planned: The

girls were happy, I was meeting new people, and Nico and I both enjoyed

what we had termed 'the debriefing.' The only problem was that although I

enjoyed being with these girls, I began to feel hollow.

I

wanted the emptiness to be filled by Nico but, emotionally, she was

still keeping me at arm's length. In the afterglow of her orgasms her

defenses would sometimes break down and she would let me in a little but

those moments were rare and fleeting.

Nico’s Oral Exam.

One

spring day we were deep in the bowels of the main library where I told

her about the latest client. Without warning two slickened fingers were

forced between my lips. The taste of her made me hard in an instant.

Unable to control myself, I dropped to my knees and reached under her

skirt. In my haste to remove her panties I tore them, making Nico gasp. I

lifted her skirt and saw her nectar welling up along her slit.

When

I parted her sex, a large drop rolled slowly down. When I plunged my

tongue into her, she moaned and cradled my head. When she came, she

screamed quietly through pursed lips.

I

stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Our part of the

library was as quiet as a tomb; apart from Nico's panting. She stood

there and took a moment to look around, to be sure we were still alone;

then reached out to squeeze the bulge in my pants, as she kissed me.

Squeezing

turned to rubbing, rubbing turned to unfastening, unfastening turned to

stroking. By the time the kiss ended her hand was deep down the front

of my briefs.

Nico

pushed my jeans and briefs down past my buttocks, and let gravity pull

them slowly to the floor. We both looked down and watched as she stroked

me, the deep-red head of my cock appearing and disappearing in her pale

fist. She kissed me again, her tongue probing my mouth before running

lightly over my lips. She smiled and we both looked down again to see

clear fluid seeping from the tip. There was now a quiet wet sound

keeping time with each pass of her hand over the head. I swelled in her

hand.

She

knelt and kissed just the tip, rubbing the head lightly over her lips

like an obscene lip gloss. I shivered. Kiss followed kiss, on my fleshy

head; each kiss longer and more sensual than the last.

I

watched her make out with my cock; her eyes closed, her lips shiny with

my precum, her tongue now integral to the kisses, and wetting my head

with her saliva; and a heaviness grew in my balls. She had not yet taken

me in her mouth and I was close to coming.

As

my body tensed, her kisses grew more frequent, and more open mouth;

teasing my orgasm to the surface. Occasionally the tip would slip into

her mouth, and her tongue would suckle. Nico toyed with me; the way a

cat toys with a mouse, making me tremble. When I was at the limit of

self-control, she paused and looked up.

The

pleading and desperation, etched on my face, made her smile. Her eyes

locked on mine, she slowly and deliberately kissed the tip. A tremor ran

through me. With the next kiss, her lips wrapped around the head and

her tongue flicked. A second tremor ran through me. The light in her

eyes told me how much she enjoyed inflicting this exquisite agony upon

me. Nico took me a little deeper, and dragged her teeth gently over the

ridge of the head, sending yet another tremor through my body.

My

cock slowly reemerged until she was again kissing just the tip with

slow, deliberate, and exaggerated motions. Her full lips opened wider

and closed slower until the head of my cock rested on her lower lip

pointing at her waiting, wanting mouth. Her tongue danced over my knob,

and I hissed through gritted teeth. My cock twitched and I saw my creamy

jizz, jet into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my crown, locking

tight to the shaft, just beyond the ridge of my swollen glans; and

sucked gently, massaging the frenulum; slowly, until I was spent.

She

reached down and secured the waistbands of my shorts and pants. As she

stood, she pulled up my pants, tucked me in and zipped me up. Nico gave a

little shrug and practically skipped away. I followed, at a slightly

slower pace.

The Harsh Coffee Confrontation.

We

ended up at a nearby coffee shop. She ordered an herbal tea for her and

a large orange juice for me. We sat at a corner table, looking out at

the street, while enjoying our drinks. Nico sipped her tea, and I  just

shook my head at her.

"What?"

"Our 'behavior' was a little too public and risky," I said.

"Perhaps, but didn't the risk add to the enjoyment?" she countered.

"Yes," I admitted, reluctantly; "but we should have been more cautious. We could have been arrested."

"You were a willing participant," she observed. "You could have stopped."

I

stared out at the people passing by on the sidewalk, mostly students

laden with heavy backpacks. Could I have stopped? I thought back, to

moment she stuck her fingers in my mouth; and realized that, no, I

wasn't able to. Once I had tasted her, I had to have more. Just thinking

about it was making me hard again.

"You

could have stopped, right?" she repeated. She watched me over the rim

of her cup. As she sipped, I could see she already knew the answer, by

the way her mouth was curling up at the corners. I shook my head in

response, and drank down the rest of my juice. "Yeah, I thought so. I've

seen the way your eyes glaze over, once you know you're going down on

me. A part of you goes off to some faraway place, until you're

finished."

"So, does that make me an addict?"

"Yeah. And I guess that would make me your drug," she added with a devious grin.

I

thought for a moment. Drug wasn't the word I would have used but it

would do for now. "More like, you're my drug and my pusher."

Her

grin faded and an odd look came over her. I couldn't tell if she was

disturbed by my comment. I don't think she knew, either. I watched her

bite her lip as she mulled it over before I said what had been weighing

on me the past couple of months.

"I like being with you." I bravely blurted out.

"No

shit. I can tell by the way you come in my mouth." Two chairs away, a

spoon clattered noisily to the table. The girl who dropped it was

straining to watch us, out of the corner of her eye. Nico turned to the

girl and confided, "You know how it is, when you're sucking a guy off,

and you can feel his body tense as he tries to hold back, and that

moment, just as he explodes, you feel momentarily afraid that he'll

never stop. With Thomas, I never want it to stop. I want to drown in his

creamy seed. And his cock is so big I can barely wrap my lips around

it."

Nico turned to me. "Thomas, show her how big your cock is." The girl gave a squeak, picked up her backpack and hurried away.

"Why do you have to be mean like that?" I said, feeling empathy for the timid freshman lass.

"Oh,

please," Nico said rolling her eyes. "I did her a favor. She's hurrying

back to her apartment or dorm, and when she gets there, she's going to

lock her bedroom door, jump into bed, and jam as many fingers as

possible, up her tight little cunt. And as she's frigging herself to a

glorious climax, she'll be thinking about your big, fat cock; and how it

would feel in her mouth; or maybe her cunt. Come to think of it, I also

did you a favor."

I

shifted nervously and leaned in, lowering my voice. "Anyways, what I

mean is, I like being with you, more than anyone else. I want to be with

you, and only you."

Her

green eyes became hard ice in an instant. The dagger of her stare

pierced me through the heart, and I died a little inside. "I can't have a

boyfriend," she recited her mantra.

"This

is absurd. Considering our situation, we're practically boyfriend and

girlfriend, just not in a traditional sense." I tried appealing to

social norms.

Nico glowered at me from across the table.

I continued pleading; "Is it your parents? If so, I'm willing to meet them right now; and you know how I am around new people."

"I'm

not going to discuss it!" Her words had acquired a razor's edge, and I

knew her next words were going to cut me deeply. We sat in stony

silence, as she finished her tea. Then Nico slammed her cup hard on the

table, whispered, "Fuck you!" and grabbed her backpack and stalked out.

I

didn't bother to follow, because I knew she didn't want to talk to me. I

waited a few minutes before leaving, turning in the direction opposite

of Nico's. My insides were roiling with doubt and despair. Had I ruined a

good thing, something so strange and unique that if I told anyone they

wouldn't believe me? Was the damage irreversible?

Nico

punished me by not returning my calls and texts for almost a week. When

she did finally contact me; she made no mention of what I had said.

Instead, she had set me up with another client for the following

Saturday. Nico also told me she wouldn't be there, as she had to go home

for the weekend.

 I

took it to mean she was still mad. The lead weight in my stomach grew

heavier and sank lower. I wasn't interested in seeing a client, but I

really didn't have a choice. Nico expected me to go, and of course, I

always did what she said.

Kelly.

Promptly

at nine, I put my game face on and knocked on the door of an off-campus

apartment on the south side of town. The client, Kelly, had wavy,

shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair, a round face, and large blue

eyes. Grey sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt masked the shape of her

body. All I knew was that she was only a few inches shorter than me.

Kelly smiled nervously, biting her lower lip, as she invited me in. I

kicked off my shoes and followed her down a long narrow hallway to the

living room, furnished with the typical cheap rental unit furniture.

"Have a seat," she said pointing to the couch. "Would you like a drink?"

Normally, I would have declined but since I was in a sour mood I figured a drink or two might help. "Yeah, sure."

Kelly stood on her tiptoes and looked in a kitchen cabinet. "Looks like we have tequila; or tequila."

She

pulled out a bottle and held it up. "I recommend the tequila." She

returned with the bottle, a couple of glasses, a small bowl of lemon

wedges, and a salt shaker; and knelt at the coffee table opposite of me.

"Have you done tequila shots before?" I shook my head. "It's simple.

Wet the back of your hand here," she licked the skin between her thumb

and forefinger, "sprinkle on some salt, lick the salt off, throw the

shot back and suck on the lemon." She did the last three in rapid

succession. "The trick is to do it quickly."

I

did as she showed me, although I was a bit clumsy at it. The tequila

burned on the way down, and ignited a fire in my belly. The alcohol

itself tasted awful but since my taste buds were confused by the salty

and sour flavors it was not altogether unpleasant. Kelly moved onto the

couch beside me and we spent the next half hour talking and doing a few

more shots each. My thinking was starting to get fuzzy, and I realized

we were both laughing way too easily. I also discovered that we were

holding hands, our fingers interlaced.

I

stopped laughing, and so did Kelly. Suddenly she looked very serious

and very kissable. We stared at each other; the moment frozen in time. I

could feel the tug of gravity her mouth exerted on mine. I submitted to

the pull and, at last, our lips met. She tasted like spring, of

sunshine and flowers and new growth. Our arms were wrapped around each

other and I pulled her sideways onto my lap. Her vibrant tongue tangoed

slowly with mine. The heat in my belly was now matched by the ache of

longing in my groin. Kisses crashed on top of kisses, some slow and

tender, some sudden and violent, with the role of aggressor swapped

repeatedly and freely. Eventually, a noise from the bedroom broke the

kiss.

"Is someone here?"

"No,"

Kelly said, "my roommate's gone for the weekend. It must be the cat. I

would introduce you, but he's extremely territorial and vicious to new

people."

I

excused myself and used the bathroom. I stared at my reflection for a

long time, wanting this evening to last forever and wondering how to do

it. My reflection had no answers.

When

I returned, over a dozen candles illuminated the living room. Blankets

were spread out over the thick shag rug, in the middle of the floor,

with Kelly standing in the middle.

Wordlessly

she peeled off her sweats. The light of the flickering flames danced

over her curves, accentuating the hills and deepening the valleys.

Shadows hid her sex, and the candlelight only offered brief hints when

she turned. I was mesmerized. She smiled and held out her arms, breaking

the spell.

I

reached out with a tentative hand, to the swell of her tit. The nipple

stiffened beneath my touch. My thumb gently swirled, caressing and

teasing it, to full height, and freeing a soft mewing from Kelly.

 She

knelt and lay back on the blanket. I followed, pulling just my shirt

off and lying next to her. While we kissed my hand roamed her naked

body, tracing her contours, until delving into wet heat between her

legs. Her thighs clamped hard around my hand, holding it there as she

twisted beneath me. Her hand pressed hard over my hand, assuring me that

I was doing a wonderful thing.

Soon

my mouth was exploring her, starting at her ears. There was a sudden

and urgent need to taste every part of her body. I forced myself to go

slow, to relish each inch, as I was afraid that once I had satisfied

her, our evening together would end. I lingered at her tits, the soft

flesh filling my hands and my mouth. Her tall erect nipples became rigid

and demanding attention. My kisses trailed down her belly, and with

each breath, her flesh rose to meet me. Pubic hair tickled my lips. I

was almost to her secret place, when I diverted my attention to her

thigh; travelling down one leg and slowly back up the other.

Kelly

was panting as I kissed up her inner thigh. Her smell was intoxicating,

a siren song, an invitation to crash on her shore. I was dizzy with

desire when my tongue first parted her swollen pussy lips and tasted her

succulent nectar. I dove in and drowned in her sea, her distant cries

encouraging me; until her body thudded and quaked, with an orgasm. I

rested my head on her stomach and was sorry it was over so soon.

Hands

tugged tenderly at my hair, pulling me up until our lips met again. She

worked at my fly while we kissed, using her feet to push my jeans and

briefs down past my knees, until I was able to kick them off. My cock

pulsated between us. I could feel the heat of her twaut on mine, the

down of her pubic hair against my shaft.

Kelly

reached down and gripped my cock and her eyes widened in surprise. She

lifted her head and peeked between us. All she said was, "Oh!"

With

her hand, she guided me to her cunt. The tip slipped in and a shudder

ran through me. After a moment's hesitation, I slid deliciously into

her. A tight, hot velvet glove had a hold of me, and the slightest

movement sent jolts of pleasure down my shaft, to my balls. They felt

heavy and full, like ripe fruit about to burst. The neglected balls had

gone more than a week without relief.

I

held still, vainly attempting to hold off my orgasm, but Kelly moved

beneath me, driving me towards the cliff. With a groan, I pulled out in

the nick of time, and sudden, slick heat pooled between us. When I was

finished I retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom.

"Sorry about that," I mumbled as I cleaned her up. "That was rather quick."

Kelly propped herself up on her elbows and watched as I cleaned myself. "Was that your first time?"

 I nodded.

"Then

it's not surprising. I mean, I didn't give you much of a chance. I got

caught up in the moment and took it too fast. I didn't mean for us to

fuck just then." She gently explained.

"Sorry," I said again.

"Stop saying that," she chided. "You did nothing you have to apologize for."

"Do you want me to leave now?"

"God, no! I want you to stay. We're not done yet."

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