My First Time

Geekz And Freakz: Part 3

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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.

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