My First Time

Geekz And Freakz: Part 4

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Geekz And Freakz: Part 4
Thomas finds intimacy.

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I watched Kelly walk away, buck naked, down the hall towards

the bedroom. She was back in less than a minute, with a small box in her hand,
which she tossed on the coffee table. She knelt in front of me, looked me over,
and gently pushed me onto my back.

"The second time you'll last much longer. Now lie back

and enjoy," she said as she lay next to me.

She kissed me, deep and long, as her hand played over my

chest and stomach. One leg draped over my thigh, forcing my legs slightly
apart. Her touch moved lower, tracing an outline on my abdomen of my semi-hard
cock. A fingertip dragged lightly down my shaft, flooding my body with
electricity. Kelly looked down and watched as I became more erect under the
gentle touch of her thumb and forefinger, sliding up and down the length of my
cock.

Maneuvering between my legs, she kissed the base of my thick

shaft. My cock twitched sharply as her tongue slid up the underside of the
head. She smiled and took me in her mouth. I swelled even more until her lips
stretched around my girth. When she was satisfied, she sat up, still firmly
holding my pulsating phallus. With her other hand, she flipped open the little
box and pulled out a little sealed pack. She bit the seal and tugged. Spitting
the plastic, she simultaneously shook the contents from the packet and
retrieved the latex wreath.

Kelly placed the wreath on my scepter s head, then

skillfully rolled it down my fat cock, and repositioned, straddled me. Reaching
down she rubbed the head in small circles against her cunt until her eyes
rolled back into her head. She paused for a long time, only breathing heavily
and intensely concentrating on an invisible tide which carried her to the
shores of Nirvana. Coming back to lucid coherence, She let her weight settled
on me and I slid in, up to the hilt. With the condom, the sensation was
slightly muted, but still intense with her firm rippled cunt walls embracing my
thick rod. She rode me, slowly and confidently, her body moving in this fluid dance
of sex. My stamina was again overestimated. Her active spasming cunt would not
tolerate my best efforts to resist. Two weeks of abstinence was not abated by
just one eruption. The second blast was more euphoric than the first, just20
minutes ago. When I finished, she sank slowly to the floor.

I pulled the condom off and covered us with a blanket. The

rest of the night we alternated between resting and fucking until the 3-pack of
condoms were exhausted. When those were gone, we used our mouths and hands until
the gray morning light crawled in through the window. Eventually we slept on
the floor.

I dreamed I was lying with Kelly in my arms and I opened my

eyes to find Nico standing over me, glaring at me. I jerked awake to a sunlit
living room. Kelly smiled wearily up at me and kissed my sore lips. She stood
and pulled me to the bathroom.

We showered, taking our time to wash and massage each

other's achy body, under the hot spray. Unable to contain ourselves, we fucked
up against the tile wall, as the water changed, from hot, to warm, to cool, to
cold. I was shivering as Kelly finished me off with well-soaped hands. Little
Tommy was now totally spent, cold, and more anti-social than my first
semester. Kelly lovingly dried me off and looked with surprise and pity on my
shriveled hero.

Finishing with a gentle kiss, she said; Oh, my hero. You

will rise again; and I am proud to know you; You mighty king!

By the time I left, every part of me felt raw. For once I

was glad Nico wasn't around for a post-game encounter.

Back to isolation.

I didn't see, or hear from Nico for another two weeks.

Normally this would have sunk me emotionally, but I was initially buoyed by my
night with Kelly. I was dying to talk to Kelly; but, once again, I didn't have
her number or last name. Whenever possible, I took detours through her
neighborhood but never spotted her. I suspected that the apartment we used, was
borrowed from one of her friends. I wasn't even sure Kelley was her real name.

Whenever I thought of Nico, though; I fell into a sour mood.

It was odd that someone who initially made me so happy was now the root of my
pain. Her silence cut me deeply, and I eventually came to the conclusion it had
to end. That was it, I was done. I sent a text to Nico, telling her I quit, or
was retiring, or whatever she wanted to call it; because I was through. I
couldn't do it anymore.

Nico s New Personality.

A few days later, Nico showed up at the computing lab;

stomping past the long line of students waiting for a computer. End of semester
projects were coming due, and finals were just around the corner; so the lab
was packed. Nico looked pale and tired and agitated.

"Can I talk to you?"

I told a coworker I was taking my break, and led I Nico to

an empty conference room.

 "How have you been?" I asked her.

My question must have caught her off guard because she

looked surprised and a little confused. "Okay, I guess. You?"

I shrugged. She went on. "This might be the last chance

I get to see you, you know, this semester. Sorry I've been such a bitch, it's
not fair to you." She was silent for a long time before she asked,
"How did it go with Kelly?"

That was the question I was dreading most. I didn't want to

lie to Nico but I didn't want to tell the truth, either. At least, not the
whole truth. "It went pretty well. She seemed happy when I left."
Nico nodded thoughtfully. Finally I asked, "Do you want to hear about
it?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She

frowned at the floor. "You really want to quit?"

"This whole thing has grown out of control. I can't do

it anymore. It's not what I want."

Nico nodded but didn't argue with me like I had expected.

"I guess that's that." She grew quiet, as if having an internal
debate, before she asked, "How long is your break?"

"At least another ten minutes. Why?"

"I was thinking we could have one last time together

before the school year ended. What do you say?"

I thought of Kelly and my immediate thought was, no. But

then I realized that for the first time Nico was asking me, not telling me, and
I glimpsed a hint of pleading in her eyes so I relented. "Okay. What do
you want to do?"

She smiled and sat on the edge of the table. "Let's do

what you want."

Another first, I stepped between her legs, then slipped my

hand under her skirt, and wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties.
She was swollen and wet and ready, as if she had been working herself over just
before she got to the lab.

Nico undid my pants and pushed them down. I expected she was

going to give me a blowjob or handjob, but instead she scooted to the edge of
the table, grabbed my turgid cock, and rubbed it against her wet slit. After
some initial resistance I eased in. Just like that, I was fucking Nico, and it
was then, I realized nothing bad was going to happen to her. It was incredibly
liberating to let go of the irrational fear.

She was tight, incredibly tight. Nico lay back on the big

table, pulled up her skirt and fingered her clit. I watched my cock sink into
her swollen cunt. It reappeared, wet and shiny, stretching and pulling her
nether lips. I paused with the tip barely inside her and held it there. Her
strumming fingers flashed over her clit. When I couldn't wait any longer, I
plunged back into her.

All those months of anxious frustration, I poured into

fucking her, channeling it through my cock. Nico fucked me back with equal
abandon, her feet locked together behind my ass; spurring me on, her fingers
flying, her cunt squeezing and convulsing.

She sat up suddenly. Then she climbed onto me, wrapping her

arms around my neck, and wrapping her legs around my waist; and bounced her
petite body on my cock.

I grabbed her ass with both hands to support her and

marveled for a moment how light she was. Nico hungrily met every one of my
thrusts, her breath hitching with every stroke, until I grunted, "I'm
going to come."

"Then do it," she hissed through clenched teeth.

Her body moved desperately against mine and our rhythm became fractured and
erratic as I erupted. I stumbled back against the wall and waited as her
bobbing slowed to stop.

She slipped off and adjusted her skirt while I dressed.

"Goodbye, Thomas," she said a bit sadly, turning away quickly towards
the exit. That's when I noticed she was wearing the same exact outfit as the
first night we met. Before I could call to her, she was gone.

A Summer of Change.

I didn't hear from Nico until the end of July. I was living

at my parents' for the summer and received a small padded envelope in the mail.
Inside were a USB stick and a brief note from Nico:

Thomas,

There's a video message for you on the stick.

The

video is for you and only you and it requires a password for you to access.

The

password is a simple one-syllable word I taught you this past year.

Nico.

In the relative seclusion of my room, I plugged the USB

stick into my laptop. When the dialogue box appeared, asking for the password.
I hesitated momentarily, before typing in: cunt.

The video player started up and there was Nico looking out

at me from my screen. I couldn't help but smile when I saw those green eyes but
the smile was short-lived as I noticed Nico was pale and drawn, she wasn't
wearing any makeup, and her hair was now a more natural auburn color and rather
unkempt. The wall behind her bed was plain white with no decorations. The vibe
was definitely institutional. Frowning, I clicked Play.

"Hi, Thomas. There's no easy

way to say this, so here it is: The reason you've received this video is that I
am dead."

My vision darkened, the walls and ceiling closed in on me. I

forced myself to take deep slow breaths, until the pressure lifted.

 On-screen, Nico was blinking back tears, and looking

away from the camera. After a minute she took a shaky breath, and went on.

"There's so much I want to

tell you and there's so much I need to tell you. I owe you the truth and more.

"I have a type of brain

tumor known as a glioblastoma multiforme that is rather malignant and was
rather advanced when it was found over a year ago. The location of the tumor
made surgical treatment impossible. I did have radiative therapy but it was
ineffective. Even if that did work it was only going to buy me a few extra
months. The prognosis was grim: Most people in my condition die within six
months; a small percentage make it to twelve. I'm on month fourteen and
counting so I feel like I've won some sort of cosmic sweepstakes.

"After I was diagnosed I had

a choice. I could either spend my remaining time at home with my family,
enduring countless trips to the hospital for treatment that might buy me a
short amount of time or I could go back to school and try and live a normal
life.

"I chose life. I was

nineteen and I wanted to be normal or, at least, pretend to be for the little
time I had left.

"Knowing when I was going to

die, changed me. I saw how much pain my condition was causing my family and I
wanted to spare others from ever feeling that. So I decided I wouldn't let
anyone new get close to me. Turns out, that wasn't so easy.

"I also began experiencing

all these dark urges. I didn't want to get involved with anyone, but I began to
have sexual cravings. I was able to resist them for a while, but then they
overwhelmed me. They still do, but now I don't have the strength to act on
them."

I noticed, as she spoke, her left eyelid was blinking

slightly slower than her right. There was also a slurring of her words but I
didn't know if that was from the tumor or possibly from medication.

"Maybe I was feeling lonely.

Maybe it was the fact that you treated me decently in spite of my appearance.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was chemistry. Maybe it was everything.
Maybe it was nothing. Whatever it was, when I caught you checking out my body I
had the undeniable urge to suck your cock. I figured I would jump you, have a
good time and we would go our separate ways. But you really surprised me. I
tried to forget about you afterwards but it was impossible. You once called me
your drug. Well, you were my drug and I was hooked after only one time.

"Despite my vow I went back

to see if you were really that special. You were. God help me, I was falling
for you but I still didn't want you to fall for me. That's why I treated you
like shit. Since I couldn't stay away from you I hoped I could drive you away.
And while a little piece of me died every time I mistreated you, I simply can't
imagine how I made you feel. For that I am truly sorry.

"My fucking project was a

ploy for you to see there are better people out there than me. I was careful to
set you up with girls I knew you would like and who would treat you well. With
each new girl I was afraid you would leave me, but you proved to be loyal to a
fault and that made me love you even more.

"Thomas, I love you. I think

you love me, too, or at least, you once loved me. I'm sorry I never got to hear
you say it."

"I love you, Nico," I said to the screen. Nico

started to say something but stumbled over her words and started swearing. She
got stuck on the word fuck, repeating it over and over for more than a minute
before there was a break in the video. When the video resumed night had fallen
in Nico's room.

"The seizures are growing

more frequent and getting worse. I have headaches and I'm so tired all time.
All I want to do is sleep. My short-term memory doesn't work so well nowadays
so I had to go back and watch what I had recorded.

"So, I wanted you and I

didn't want to hurt you, but I did hurt you. That day in the coffee shop you
were incredibly brave in trying to tell me how you felt. In my panic I lashed
out and I'm afraid I may have permanently damaged our relationship. The next
several weeks were especially bad for seizures and tremors. I ignored your
calls and texts because I couldn't think coherently and I didn't want you to
see me like that.

"When I felt better I went

to the computing center, saw the pain etched on your face and I knew I had
finally succeeded in driving you away. I couldn't let you go, though, and I had
to have you one last time. Maybe a more accurate way to say it would be 'one
first time.' Despite all my blunt talk about sex I was no more experienced than
you, in anything. I learned as I went along, just like you. In the end, you
were my first and my last. You were my only."

Nico's head began jerking slightly to the side, her eyes

unfocused. The jerking continued unabated until the video cut to a sunlit room.
Now there was a soft beeping of a monitor in the background. Nico's left eye
was filled with blood and the pupil fixed and dilated.

"There's so much I want to

say but I don't have time for. I'm afraid if I don't wrap this up soon I won't
be able to edit it and then you'll have to watch long stretches of me swearing
and twitching.

"I wish I had done so much

differently. I should have treated you better. I should have loved you openly
and, if you loved me in return, I should have spent every possible moment with
you. My intentions were to fully live what remained of my life and I failed in
the worst possible way. I denied you. I denied love. I denied life."

Tears brimmed in her eyes once more. Several minutes passed

before she composed herself. 

"This is my last will and

testament to you, Thomas. I want you to find love and happiness. I know I can't
guarantee it, but I might be able to give you a push in the right direction.
Kelly told me about that night, so I know how it touched her. You two shared a
beautiful moment; and I have to admit I'm jealous. Promise me you'll see her
again, if only just to talk with her. She'll be living at this address in the
fall so she should be easy to find." 

Kelly's name and address appeared on the screen.

"Find her, talk to her and

see where it goes from there. Maybe you're right for each other. Maybe not. But
you have to find out.

"I don't know what lies ahead for me besides Death.

Even though I've spent the past year mentally preparing I'm suddenly scared.
Death is a chasm bigger than the Grand Canyon but instead of being filled with
beauty it's filled only with darkness. Death is a black void stretching out
before me. I'm at the edge now and about to step off into the abyss. Will there
be a bottom? Will there be another side?

"Is there a soul after

Death? I hope; certainly hope so, because I want to keep watch over you. If I
can, I'll come back and haunt you, but in a nice way. I'll come to you in your
dreams, and fuck your brains out. I swear I will."

 Her lower lip was trembling now. With a shaky voice she

finished with, 

"Goodbye, Thomas. I love

you."

Seasons In The Sun.

 Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die.

When all the birds are singing in the sky.

Now that the spring is in the air.

Pretty girls are everywhere.

Think of me and I'll be there.

We had joy, we had fun.

We had seasons in the sun.

But the hills that we climbed.

Were just seasons out of time.

The video ended. I closed the lid of the laptop, pulled the

USB stick out and hugged it to my chest. I curled up on my bed and wept for a
very long time.

Back on campus.

At the end of August I was back on campus sitting on a low

brick wall outside a modest apartment building. It was only ten in the morning
but the sun was already beating down and baking the pavement. I sat in the
shade of a maple tree and waited. Eventually Kelly emerged from the building,
wearing a white t-shirt and bright orange shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a
ponytail, and her summer tan gave her a healthy glow. She was as lovely as I
remembered.

When she saw me, she did a double take and a smile broke out

on her face. "Hey, Thomas. Good to see you. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you, actually."  I said with

confident honesty.

Her smile grew.

"Do you have a minute? Kelly, I need to tell you

something."

 She sat next to me on the wall, her thigh lightly

touching mine.

"I don't know if you heard but Nico passed away this

summer."

Kelly's face clouded and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, I

know. Brain tumor."

"How well did you know her?"

"I guess about as well as anybody did, outside of her

family. We lived together the past two years. She was my best friend."

I blinked in surprise and took a moment to digest that.

"You were best friends and lived together at Mary Hall?"

"Our first year, yeah. That's how we met. We rented an

apartment last year. That's where you and I met."

I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about how much I

didn't know about Nico. Finally I said, "Nico told me she lived at Mother
Mary."

"Um, yeah, that was so that guys couldn't find her

after, you know."

"Were there many guys?" I asked quietly.

Kelly shook her head emphatically. "No, only you. It's

funny: She claimed she wanted to sleep around a bit but she never did. Meeting
you screwed that up, but in a good way. How did you hear about Nico's
passing?"

I stared down at my hands, shook my head and sighed.

"She sent me a video."

"She wanted to write you but couldn't hold a pen. I

offered to write it for her, like dictation, but she said it was only for
you." Kelly explained, pausing to hook an errant lock of hair behind her
ear.

 "So I suggested she record a video. Nico liked the

idea that she could speak directly to you, but hated that you would be able to
see what she was going through."

"Actually, seeing that made me understand where she was

coming from," I admitted. "It somehow made it more real. Were you
with her at the end?"

Kelly nodded. "I saw her about a week before she died.

It was so hard saying goodbye to her, not knowing if I was going to see her
again."

I asked the question that had been gnawing at me the past

couple of weeks. "The Nico in the video seemed very different from the
Nico I knew. Which one is the real her?"

Kelly exhaled slowly and looked around. "I would have

to say both complete the picture. The Nico you saw in the video is likely the
Nicole I knew our first year at school. She was funny and smart but modest and
reserved when it came to guys. Nicole was interested in guys and guys were
interested in her;  but she never dated or hooked up with anyone. That
spring she started getting these blinding headaches and would have fits of
swearing, as if she had developed Tourette's. That's when the tumor was found.
She also became impulsive, getting tattoos and piercings over the summer. When
Nico came back the following fall she was a different person, much more
grim."

"Knowing you're going to die soon will do that to a

person," I offered.

"True, but it was more than that. I honestly think the

tumor pressing on her brain changed her personality. She said horrible and
wildly inappropriate things at times. She had dyed her hair and changed how she
dressed and wanted to be called 'Nico.' I was afraid she was becoming more
violent and bent on self-destruction. Maybe the piercings and the tattoos were
an outlet for that." Kelly paused and shook her head. "I feared I was
going to lose her even before she died. But then the most amazing thing
happened." Kelly looked at me and smiled. "She met you; and that
somehow righted her ship. The old Nicole would come out after she had seen you
and when she talked about you."

"How much did she tell you?"

"A lot. She told me about how you're quiet, caring,

considerate, and intelligent, and about your anxiety issues." Kelly paused
and blushed. "Nico also told me about what you did together. I had a
boyfriend I was sleeping with, but we didn't do anything like you and Nico did.
I was, a bit green with envy, of you two."

My anxiety cranked up another notch, and part of my mind

began counting sidewalk panels. "Did she tell you everything? Did she,
tell you about her project to get me out into the world?"

"Yeah. Nico ran the idea by me first, but I thought it

was ridiculous, and risky. I tried to talk her out of it, but it was no use.
That whole thing was so unlike her, I sometimes wonder if that also was the
tumor."

We sat for a minute in silence. "So, you know I was a

gigolo."

"No, you weren't. You're a nice guy who did what Nico

told him."

Another question gnawed on my conscience. "How did you

become a client?"

Kelly s story.

Kelly raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. "My

boyfriend dumped me in February. He said I was getting too clingy and too fat.
Turns out, he had been cheating on me with some skinny-ass sorority girl for a
few weeks before he got up the nerve to break up with me.

 Then Kelly snickered and added; The punch line is

that she dumped him a month later. Then he started coming around, trying to
patch things up, but I refused. By spring though, my resolve was almost gone
and I asked Nico what I should do. She told me I should spend an evening with
you, and then I would know how much of a louse my ex is."

"Nico told you to have sex with me?"

"God, no! That was something that just happened. Nico

wanted me to see what it could be like, to spend time with someone who was
gentle and caring. I was so nervous at first I didn't want to do anything. But
sitting and talking with you was great; and then we spent that hour simply
kissing. By then I knew I wanted to experience more of you, and you were so
tender and loving when we were on the floor. I couldn't help myself. I had to
have you."

"Was she there that night? I dreamt she was watching us

sleep."

"No, she had a really bad episode earlier that week and

was back home, being cared for by her parents."

Silence fell over us as waves of heat radiated from every

direction. There was so much I wanted to ask Kelly; I didn't know where to
begin. It was evident it would take time to hear the full story about Nico. I
took seven deep breaths and plunged in. "Listen, I don't want to keep you
from wherever you're going but I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me,
some time."

Kelly smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, dinner maybe, perhaps this

weekend."

"Tell you what. I'm on my way to buy my textbooks. If

you don't have plans, why don't you come with me. We can go to lunch
afterwards, and then..." She let the sentence trail off.

"And then what?"

She shrugged and leaned in, bumping a shoulder into mine;

"Then we'll see."

That was a year and a half ago.

Epilogue.

Kelly and I have been living together for the past year and

we're graduating this spring. Kelly's been accepted at State for their
Veterinarian Medicine program, and I have a job lined up with their Computing
Resources Department. We plan on getting married next summer. I've never been
happier.

Nico has stayed with me, haunting my memories. She did come

to me in my dreams once, and did as she promised. When I awoke, I was making
love to Kelly. I don't know if that really was Nico's ghost; or just the memory
of her, but quite frankly, it doesn't matter to me.

All I know is, I owe her so much.

For Nico. I love you and I miss you.

Based on a post by mi

woodsman, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

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