Author: SerenaJ Title: No Geek Policy Part: Franc #1 Summary: Bobby had one simple rule about the women he dated - no geeks. Then he meet Franc.... Keywords: MF, cons, anal, oral, interr (BF/WM) The No Geek Policy Note: This won first place in Titelation.com's 'Nerd Love' Contest “The Federal Reserve?” “Uh huh. I specialize in currency exchange policy.” “Is that a fact.” I’m going to need a whole lot more beer if I’m going to have to listen to this for the rest of the night. She drones on like I could actually care about what she does for a living. Like anybody gives a shit about coin collecting or whatever. I look out at the dance floor. My buddy and her sister are practically doing it in public. ‘Oh, he so owes me for this.’ I think. I admit it, I’m taking one for the team tonight. He wanted the hot sister and needed someone to occupy the other one. I saw her picture and thought well, she kinda cute so what the hell? Better than staying home and watching the Wizards lose again. No one mentioned the dinner-plate size glasses she wasn’t wearing in the picture. No one mentioned that she’s a total card-carrying geek fer-criss-sake. The works: math wiz, Star Trek fan. The kind that spend Friday nights in basements playing dice games with elves. I didn’t know black chicks even did that kind of stuff. If I had known that, I’d have said ‘no’. Flat No. I don’t care how cute she is, I have a strict No-Geek policy. Over dinner, she explained in excruciating detail the difference between Kirk and Picard as captains. Now, while everybody else in the place is movin’ to the groovin’, she’s giving me some dissertation on coins. “…like the new quarters, for instance.” She says. “What about them?” I have no idea what she’s talking about but then I didn’t understand about half of what she said when I was listening. “Well, where were they minted?” “Uh, it matters?” I must have missed something. “Well, see that depends on the collector. If you just want all 50 states, then no not really. But I have a friend in Arvada, Colorado, and it’s hard for him because he started his collection here so they’re all the Philadelphia mint. But out there, all his coins are from the Denver mint. You can tell because the face has a little ‘P’ or ‘D’ stamped on it. See?” She holds a coin out to me. “Oh, yeah. Mail ‘em.” She nods vigorously, “That’s what we do! I send him Phillys and he sends me Denvers. I have another friend in…” she keeps going so I guess I said the right thing. I look at the dance floor again. My buddy and the sister are nowhere to be seen. Great. “I think we got ditched.” I say cutting over whatever she was saying. “What?” “Where’d your sister go?” She looks around. “Oh.” She smiles wanly at me, “Sorry. She does this all the time. I know she’s the hot one. She always tries this and it never works out. What do I owe you for dinner?” It’s sad. I can’t see her figure under the Velma-from-Scooby Doo-sweater she’s wearing, but she not bad looking aside from the glasses. She just needs to stick to her own geek-ish kind. I’m not a complete prick, I guess, “Look, dinner’s on me.” “Really?” she squeals the ‘ly’ part. It’s sort of innocent. Cute. “I don’t mind. I always pay half.” “Next time.” I say waving the waiter over. She laughs, “Right. Next time.” She knows just like I do, there is no chance of a ‘next time’. We get outside and she heads over to the bus stop. I check my watch; it’s 2:15am. Yeah, I’m a prick; sure, I’m gonna let her wait for a bus at this hour. I start to call out to her then realize I have no clue what her name is. I walk over, “Hey, uh, what is your name, anyway?” “Franc?” she says with that tone like she answered that a couple times before. “Right.” I remember, she has, “Spelled like the currency.” “Yeah.” “Right, Franc. Come on, I’ll give you a lift.” “Really?” she squeaks again. “Yeah. No problem.” She gives me this big, bright, cheesy grin. “Thanks.” She starts digging in her purse as we walk to my car, “I’ve got gas money in here somewhere.” She seems determined to contribute so I just accept it. “Thanks. Where to?” She tells me her address. It’s not too far out of my way, so it’s not a big deal. She doesn’t say much in the car which is a relief after the long winded garbage she’s come up with so far. Just the same, when we pull up to her building, she gives me that silly grin of hers. “You’ve been really cool.” “You’re a nice kid.” I say. It’s true. If I hadn’t wanted to slit my wrist during the ‘Picard as borg’ discussion, I’d be all over her by now. But, like I said, no geeks – ever. She blushes. I haven’t known a chick who blushed since junior high school. It’s kinda cute. “Listen, um I don’t usually, you know.” I don’t want to hear the ‘I’m saving myself’ speech. “Hey, I don’t want anything. Dinner was great. You paid for gas. We’re even.” She laughs again, “No. Drive down that alley. There’s a parking lot around back.” The geek puts out? Ok, just this once, this could work. She points out a nice dark parking space. Two minutes after the car’s in park, my dick’s in her mouth and I don’t have to say or do a thing. She just whips it out and sucks it in. Her mouth is wet and warm and I groan as she bobs up and down. She’s pretty good too; like she knows what she’s doing. I’m always slow with blowjobs so a lot of chicks give up just because they get tired. But her thick lips are wrapped so tight around me I feel like I’m in her cunt. I pop in her mouth much sooner than usual, swearing like a sailor. She swallows, wipes her lips on a napkin from the glove box and says good night. Then she gets out of the car and that’s it. That’s it. I drive home. I can still feel her lips on my dick. I can still feel them the next morning on my way to work. And while sitting at my desk while making my morning sales calls. Finally, at lunch, I go find my buddy and bust his chops about ditching me with ‘geek girl’. Then I harass him for the sister’s phone number. I go back to my desk and call her. “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me but we met last night and your sister left her, uh” I try to think of anything she might have dropped, “her uh, I don’t know some damn Trek thing. Uh, anyway, if you could have her call me, I’d appreciate it.” I leave my number and hope that didn’t sound as lame as it felt. Just before I leave for the day, my voice mail light goes on. I check and it’s from the sister. Call Franc at work. I can’t believe I’m gonna ask her out. Well, not on a date - no dinner, just sex; I can’t listen to another evening of quarters and space ships. I call her. “Franchesca Baker.” “Franc?” “Yes?” “Bobby.” She doesn’t respond. “From last night.” I can hear noise on the other end but it’s not her. “I gave you a lift home.” “Yeah, I remember. I don’t need a flashback.” She doesn’t sound happy to hear from me, “What do you want?” I think I’ve made a strategic error but it’s too late now, “I wanted to see what you were doing tonight.” “Some friends of mine are coming over to watch season one of the new Doctor Who series. I got the DVDs last week.” Oh crap! Kill me now! “Room for one more?” I pray she’ll say no like any sensible woman. “Really?” Little things excite this chick. “Yeah, sure.” Was that blowjob worth this? “I mean, if it’s a bad night, we could get together another time…” “No, tonight’s great!” she hesitates, “You really want to come over?” “I really want to come over.” I really don’t want to watch science fiction crap but I really want to come over. “’Cause I kinda got the feeling that, you know, you weren’t into the whole Sci-Fi thing.” “Can’t I just want to see you again?” “Oh yeah!” She laughs in disbelief at that, which is understandable. “Everybody will be at my place around 7 o’clock. If you want to come by, you can park in the back again.” She hangs up. No coy bullshit. No lies. She’s different than most of the woman I date who are either prowling for husbands or prowling for free meals. She’s direct. Honest. Kinda cute. I grab flowers. I don’t know why but the gas station had those cheap bouquets by the register and I just impulsively got one. When the cashier gives me the change, I have to wait while she opens a new roll of quarters. She gives me three of them – all shiny newly minted states. The thought occurs to me and I look closely at the coins. I smile at her, “Philly, not Denver. It could make a difference.” The cashier looks at me like I’m crazy – which I might be if I’m actually remembering coin collecting shit. I get to Franc’s place around 6pm which I figure gives me plenty of time to get in, hit it and get out before the dweebs arrive. I should have known better. Six of them beat me there. I should have just turned around and left but I didn’t want to look like the total prick I am. I give her the flowers anyway ‘cause I’d look like a jackass if I didn’t. They’re eating pizza and playing some game on graph paper. “What’s all this?” I ask – mostly because I’m too stupid to keep my damn mouth shut. “BattleTech.” Franc says between bites. “You can play my tank commander, if you’d like. I’m just about to lead my mercenaries against Phil’s.” “You’ll be on the losing side.” Says a tall, thin red-haired guy with tape – actual tape – on his glasses. “Oh, yeah?” Franc sounds pretty confident as she hands me a piece of paper, “Take a look at this.” She leans in and whispers, “I have fully functional Phoenix Hawk and a ComStar HPG they don’t know about.” I read the Wall Street Journal stock page daily but I have no idea what the hell the columns of numbers she hands me mean. The page has the drawing of a robot with a lot of abbreviations and fractions next to the body parts. I turn it upside down – as a joke – and nod. Then I hand it back. “Oh, yeah. Impressive.” They all stare at me, horrified. “You are such a bad liar.” The fat one says – why is there always a fat one? I am saved by the phone. Franc answers it then after a minute’s conversation announces that “Joe” has arrived with the beer. I send mental blessings upon Saint Joe. Phil taps my shoulder, “Hey, new guy,” you’ve seen Phil; look up ‘nerd’ in the dictionary. “Joe’s her ex-boyfriend.” I wanna ask nerdling why I would care but it’s got to be pretty obvious even to this group why I’m here. Joe arrives and doesn’t even notice me, just hands Franc the beers, opens his backpack and pulls out a beat up notebook and a bag of dice. I go into the kitchen and grab part of Joe’s stash. Franc looks at me with her head tilted. “Why are you here?” I shrug. To be honest, at this point, I don’t know. She is damn cute when she takes off the glasses. I remember those lips. Right. That’s why. “I guess to learn this tank thing.” She shakes her head and shrugs. Then she starts talking, “Ok. Everybody is a mechwarrior. Basically, you drive a 30-foot tall, like 50-ton robot. For tonight, you’re going to play my tank commander, Montgomery Pythonidea. We can roll up your own character later. You have strength and weapons stats on that paper. The object is to complete our contract in the most cost effective manner. You’ve got a total of seven tanks with SRMs and LRMs and one 9-volley ATM. You’re low on ammo but I’ve got two 100ton assault mechs who are going in first so you should be cool.” That’s the last thing I get clearly; the rest of it is statistics about heat jumps or jet armor or sinking some damn thing. OK, I admit it – once I figure out what the hell was going on, the tank thing is pretty fun. Franc’s pretty good at strategy so our team won and I got to blow up Joe and Phil which was pretty damn entertaining. By the time the group wants to watch the DVDs, though, I’ve had as much of robots and dice as I can take in any one night. Franc sees me to the door. “Seriously,” she asks again, “why did you come here tonight?” The quarters are in the same pocket as my keys. I pull two out and hand them to her. “One for you, one for your friend.” She bits her lip and blushes. Damn, she’s cute. Then she leans up on tiptoe and kisses me. She nearly sucks my filings out as her tongue wrestles with mine. My dick begs for a little attention from those lips but it’s not gonna happen tonight. “Thanks for coming over.” She whispers. She starts to say more but the opening theme starts and I see her look over her shoulder. “Go watch.” I laugh, “I’ll call you.” As I get in my car, realize that I meant that. I want to call when I get home but the number’s at my office. I give my right arm a good work out thinking about those lips. Next day I wait til after lunch to call because, well, just because. “Franchesca Baker.” “Hi!” “Yes?” “It’s Bobby.” She doesn’t respond. “From the last two nights.” Maybe she can’t hear me. “I know who you are. Yeah?” I wait for a minute but she doesn’t say anything else. “Uh, ok. Uh, do you want to go to dinner tonight?” I didn’t mean to ask that; force of habit, I guess. Ok, dinner, then sex. “Can’t. Sorry.” “Look, am I bothering you?” Maybe she’s just shy at the office. “No.” “Ok.” See, this is why I have a no geek policy; they’re weird. She’s silent for a couple minutes. Then, “Friday or Monday. I’m at RoboCon all weekend.” “Ok. How about I pick you up after work on Friday?” “Ok.” Then she hangs up. I count to 10 before I call back and ask where I should pick her up. I can’t figure this girl out. Ask her about elves and she’ll talk your ear off; ask her to dinner, and it’s one word answers. I resolve that this dinner is it – either I hit it Friday night or I move on to a less-geek, more-normal girl. She’s not that cute. No blowjob is worth all this. It couldn’t be. Still when she talks, she’s … I don’t know. I can almost listen to all that geek garbage. She’s so into it. And, I gotta admit, she damn smart. She was calculating ammo usage in her head for herself and for me. And she knows all kinds of history, politics, even some sports stuff. If I could only get her to wear a dress, she might even clean up pretty good. Of course, all I want here is the sex. I’m not into her or anything. I have a strict no-geek policy. Friday, I leave the office early. I’m not in a rush, I just don’t want to be rude and keep Franc waiting. I pull up in front of her office building and watch the people for a while. I’ve got NPR on the radio which is as close to culture as I get. I like watching people. Every so often, you see someone worth looking at. Franc’s building has a couple. I see a few nice looking short skirts; an inappropriately low top or two. Then Franc walks out in an outfit that would have made my grandmother proud. The wool jacket is too big and looks like a barrel and the calf length skirt makes it impossible to see if she has decent legs or not. I’m done. No blowjob could be worth this. Must have been my imagination. She gets in the car. “Hi.” She kisses me. It’s like she’s never been kissed before and has been saving it all up for me. I think I feel a couple stitches pop in my pants. Then she sits down and starts telling me about something but I can’t follow it because I’m still reeling from that kiss. What the hell was that? I start to drive off but the car next to me honks loudly. I wait till traffic’s actually clear before I pull out and try to drive to the restaurant. She hasn’t stopped talking yet. “Franc?” She keeps talking, ignoring me. “Franc?” I tapped her leg. “Hey.” “Oh! Sorry! Yeah?” “What the hell was that?” “What was what?” “That kiss?” I’m trying to look at her and drive at the same time, “What was that?” “Oh.” She looks confused, “Sorry. I thought…” she shrugs, “Right. Stupid me.” Her cell phone rings before I can ask what she’s talking about and she answers it. I don’t know what the subject is because she gives the same one word answers she gives me on the phone. When she hangs up, she sighs. “I gotta go.” “What?” “Jill forgot the costumes for the convention. I’ve got to go get them and deliver them tonight.” “She forgot ‘em, she can go get them.” “She doesn’t have a car.” “What about our dinner?” She looks at me with that tilted look, “Did you really want to take me out?” “Why else would I be here?” I know was planning ‘no dinner, just sex’ but I didn’t want her to know that. “Because I…” she kind of shifts around nervously, “you know.” Ok, so is she bright enough to guess that one. “Oh.” I don’t say anything for a minute. Then, I gotta know, “Why did you do that, anyway?” “Because you were really nice and you didn’t, you know, try anything.” She looks away and blushes, “I know most guys really want my sister not me. I felt kinda sorry for you.” She felt sorry for me. How sweet is that? “You didn’t have to do that you know.” “I know.” She blushes even darker, “But I kinda wanted to.” I remember those lips. My dick lurches. “Ok, I’ll take you to dinner, then we’ll go pick up your costume shit.” Then I’ll screw her. “Really?” it has that cute happy lilt. Maybe I will get lucky tonight, after all. “Really.” At dinner, she finally asks me what I do for a living. We talk about me for a while, my hobbies and family. She listens with a rapt attention and follows every detail. It was like my life is a new set of game rules for her to memorize. It’s after nine when I finally flagged down the waiter. I won’t let her pay for this meal either – just to hear that ‘really?’. “I’ll take you home, come on.” “Jill’s house.” “Ok, wherever.” “To pick up the costumes.” I look at my watch again. I am not going to play pack mule at this hour. Then I look at her. She’s going to deliver those damn things if she has to walk to do it. I swear aloud. “Come on.” We go to Jill’s house. Jill’s mother greets us. She a huge woman and for the first time I realize that the guy I’ve been calling ‘the fat one’ is a chick. Good grief. We gather a freight train worth of luggage. I don’t know how Franc would have carried all this by herself. I know she would have tried. We load up my car and I drive her over to the hotel where this convention is. The lobby is wall-to-wall nerds. People are dressed in cardboard robot suits, bad wigs and homemade outfits that you know like nothing like the cartoon characters they’re supposed to be. Ok, I’ll be fair. Some of the outfits looked pretty good. A couple of the women in them looked pretty damn good. I start to wonder what’s in the bags that Franc’s brought. We head up to Jill’s room. Phil, Joe and the other guy are there with her. They help haul in the bags and start looking for their own personal bad robot suits. Franc yanks my sleeve. “Come on.” She points out four more bags for me to grab. We head down the hall. She pulls out a key and opens another door. I didn’t know she was planning to stay the night. I drop the bags and start to make my exit. “Can you wait?” “It’s kinda late.” “So?” I can’t read her at all. I don’t know if this is gonna be worth my time or not. I sigh; I don’t know what she wants but I am not playing dress up. “Yeah, I can wait.” “Ok.” She grabs a bag and goes in the bathroom. I turn on the TV and start flipping channels. It’s a half hour before she comes out again. “I think it’s too small.” She says before I look up. It’s white spandex. It hugs every curve I didn’t know she had. How did I miss the size of that rack? It must be cold in here ‘cause her nipples are at full attention. Her legs are just a bit thick but perfectly shaped. There are visible panty and bra lines which somehow add to the picture. My pants are uncomfortably tight again. “Well?” I wave my hand in a circle and she turns around slowly giving me a good look at her round ass. Her hair is still tied up in an unflattering ponytail and she still has on her oversized glasses. I get up and remove her glasses. “I can’t see.” She protests. I ignore her and take down her hair. I stare at her. Fuck her sister; this is the hot one. “Well?” “Hot damn.” “What?” I stroked her hair and looked over her body again. “Wow.” “Really?” “Oh yeah.” “It’s a mechpilot suit. I ordered it online from a company in…” I kiss her. I don’t care where she got it so long as I can figure out how to get it off her. “Franc,” I finally breathe, “Jeez, you’re hot.” She pulls away, “You don’t have to say that. I know I’m not pretty.” She shrugs, “You can go if you want.” “I don’t want to go. Seeing you in this thing makes me sweat.” I know she doesn’t believe me but I’m have trouble believing myself, “You’re hot. I mean really hot. I can’t get you out of my mind hot. All I want is to feel your lips anywhere you want to put them.” “Really?” “Really.” I swallow hard, “I want you, Franc.” “Me?” she looks confused more than anything else, “Really?” “Yes, Franc, you. Yes, really.” I hold her by the shoulders and stand her in front of the mirror, “You and your damn quarters and your damn star tech and your damn robots or whatever.” I kiss the back of her neck. “I don’t know how you did it, but you got me.” “Oh.” Is all she says. We stand in silence for a few moments. Finally I just ask, “Franc, do you want me?” She blushes all kinds of red. It’s the cutest damn thing I have ever seen, “Yeah.” “Can I peel you out of this and eat you?” Her eyes go wide, “Why?” I kiss across her shoulders, “Because you’re really nice and you never ask for anything.” I find the zipper finally and slowly pull it down, “And I kinda want to.” She swallows hard, “Um, ok.” She’s breathing so hard, I’m afraid she’s going to hyperventilate. I slide the skintight body suit off of her and watch her body appear in the mirror before me. I unclasp her bra and whisper “oh yeah” when I see the hard dark points of her nipples disappearing under my hands. I slide my hands up and down her body. She’s a little pudgy, I guess, but I don’t care – I like a woman with a little meat. She’s quivering as I let my fingers toy with her nipples and her thighs. I want to watch her come like this. I kiss her neck while I slide my fingers closer to her slit. She’s bushy – never shaved, probably – but the big pink lips of her slit are parted slightly and the hood of her clit stick out a bit. With one hand I play with her tits and with the other I play with her clit. She lets out a shuddering sigh and her body stiffens against mine. My dick’s so hard it hurts. I nestle it between her butt cheeks and keep playing with her. She sighs again and shakes hard. I slide two fingers inside her and can feel her pulsing. “Are you coming?” I whisper. “Yes.” It’s a hiss just as quiet as all her other responses. “You’re so quiet.” I keep my fingers moving. “When you share a room with all your friends,” she sighs, “you don’t always want them to hear you.” The image of her in a crowded room silently making love nearly breaks me. I let her go and undress. “Bed.” I say. She nods, pulls the body suit all the way off and sits on the edge of the bed. As soon as I’m naked I kneel in front of her. She giggles. “What?” I ask hoping she’s not laughing at me. “Nothing.” She shakes her head. Then she blushes again. “No one’s ever…I mean not just…it’s always 69.” I lean up and kiss her, “Tonight, it’s only just you.” I part her knees and kiss the mass of hair between her legs. I can feel the stiffness in her thighs; she won’t relax. I want to do something nice for her and she won’t let me. I push her back on the bed, find my tie and tie her wrists together. She’s suddenly alert and scared, “What are you doing, Bobby?” “Giving you control. You give the orders, I obey.” “Bobby.” I can hear the fear in her voice but I’m not going to hurt her, “Bobby, this isn’t fun.” “It will be.” I kiss her again, “Relax. Tell me what to do.” “Untie me.” I shake me head, “Against the rules. It’s a game. You can only talk, I can only touch.” She tilts her head and looks thoughtful for a moment. “Ok. Kiss my toes.” She’s almost daring me. I pick up her foot – a long but delicate foot – and kiss the sole of it. She wiggles and giggles, “That tickles! Just the toes!” Dutifully, I kiss and suck just her toes. After few minutes, she sighs and lifts the other foot. I take the hint and alternate between the two. “you can move up, you know.” She says after a while. I start kissing the tops of her feet. “Come on,” she whines, “You know what I mean.” I keep kissing her feet. Her voice is very hesitant when she says, “Stroke my legs. Softly.” I’m a leg man anyway and she’s got good ones. A touch short but shapely with good ankles. I run my fingers lightly up and down her calves slowly inching higher and higher. I caress the inside of her thighs and fight the urge to slip my fingers back inside her. My dick is throbbing. “Now move your lips up and kiss my legs like you just stroked them.” Her voice is deep and breathy. Her knees are dimpled; I lick the back of them and she coos softly. I work my way up to her inner thighs and them repeatedly waiting for her to give me the next instruction. I can smell her cunt. It’s so hot it’s giving off steam but she won’t say anything. I nip her gently praying silently that she gets up the nerve to say something more. “Higher.” She finally gasps. I spread her legs wider and lick the joint where her leg meets her pussy. She groans, “Kiss it.” I’m such an asshole, “Tell me where.” I whisper. I blow softly on her wet lips and she hisses. “Lick me right there.” I’ve got my tongue wrapped around her clit before she finishes the sentence. She’s hot and sweet and this time when she comes, I can hear her. “Oh, oh, shit!” she gasps, “Stick your finger in me!” I oblige and finger fuck her while I suck her clit. I can feel the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt. “My ass.” She pants, “Put your thumb up my ass.” I wasn’t expecting that but whatever makes her happy. I comply. She rocks her hips back and forth, thrashing and socking my hand. She’s moving too much for me to keep my lips glued to her but I do my best. Suddenly her hands grab the back of my head and slam my face against her pussy. My wrist feels like it’s breaking so I pull that hand out and use the other hand from behind her. She making these mewing noises that are getting louder and longer. I start to wonder when she’s going to really hit it. Then I occurs to me: What if this is the first time? I mean, how many guys – real guys not desperate geeks – have actually done her right? She blew the hell outta me, the least I can do is eat the hell outta her. My tongue is beginning to ache, though, so I relax a bit and just let the tip rub softly against the hood of her clit. It’s hard to keep my fingers moving ‘cause she’s really grinding her cunt against my face. Finally, I cup her ass cheeks and plunge my tongue into her. She’s so hot and so fucking juicy, I could do this all night if my dick wasn’t actually aching to slide into her. Her hands, however, are locked around my head and I’m not going anywhere until she say so. The phone rings. I hear it distantly but I don’t care until one of her hands leaves my head to answer it. I mean, yeah, ok, I could use a break but what the hell? “Yeah?” she sounds pretty normal not like a woman who’s gettin’ her cunt licked. She listens for a minute and I suck her clit just to get her attention back. Her body shudders but her voice remains steady, “No.” I start to pull away but she wraps her legs around my neck. I nearly pop right then. I’ve never been so hard in my life. “Ok.” She says calmly, “In the lobby.” She hangs up the phone, “Keep licking, Bobby.” When she says my name, I can barely control myself. “Oh, God, Franc,” I moan while trying to suck her cunt, “I wanna fuck you. Let me fuck, please.” She pulls a single hair, which hurts like shit, “Hey – rules! I talk, you do. Keep licking.” I go back to ramming my tongue in her and she moves my hands so that one thumb is on her clit and the other’s up her ass again. I must have finally gotten it right because she goes ridged and digs her fingers into the back of my head. She never does scream but I hear her loud and clear. Her body convulses like she’s having a fit and her legs fall slack. “ssss.” She hisses softly, “St…st…” I suddenly realize she’s trying to say ‘stop’. I pull away; I have never been so sore in my life. “Come here and kiss me.” She pants. Her mouth is soft and she bathes my face cleaning her own taste off me. My dick’s rubbing against her thigh and right now even that’s enough to make me groan. “Bobby, I want you to do something.” “Anything.” I moan. “Really?” even now it has that lilt. I lean down to suck her tits but she stops me, “Yeah, really.” I’d do anything to slide into her right now, “Tell me what you want.” She stares at me, holding my eyes for a minute before she says, “I want you to do my ass.” My dick lurches, “Really?” “Yeah.” She blushes, “It was in a movie. I, um, wanted to try it.” I suck her lips and slide my hands down over her tits. I must be dreaming. “You’re sure you want me to do that?” “Yeah.” She bites her lip. “Now before I chicken out.” “Yeah” I repeat. I slide my fingers back in her and use her juices to lube her asshole. It’s tight but my fingers slip in easily. She gasps and pushes her ass against my hand. I roll her on her back and rest her ass on my thighs. I’ve got a feeling, I’m gonna wanna watch this. My dick’s all but vibrating and the head is sticky with the jizz that’s been leaking from it. I rub it against her pussy until we’re both moaning. Then I stick just the tip into her ass. She sucks her breath in and grits her teeth. I can’t tell if she’s in pain or not but I feel fantastic. I rub my thumb against her clit. She squirms and pushes me deeper in. It takes all of my strength and then some not to pop. She moves my hand so that my fingers stay on her clit but my thumb slides into her slit. Then she bears down harder. She’s not making any noise but she’s breathing hard and her face makes me want to plow her hard and fast. Her eyes are closed and she’s biting her lip and the rest is one of those weird fuck face scrunches. She lifts her hips and lowers them again. I’m now about halfway in her and I hold her still because she feels so good that I can’t hold back if she moves again. I hope she’s enjoying this. I hope this is the ride of her life. As soon as I can speak, I’ll tell her that. Then all of a sudden, she opens her eyes, “This isn’t right.” ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ is all I can think, “It isn’t?” I manage to gasp. “No.” she pulls off of me and gets on her knees, “You should be standing.” I get up slowly because I can’t believe this isn’t a dream or some kind of set up. “And faster this time, too.” she adds looking over her shoulder. If this is a dream, I’m going to hell or I’m going to jail. If this is real, I’m gonna marry this bitch. “You sure this won’t hurt?” I ask just as I slide in again slowly. She doesn’t answer but wiggles her ass against me. I take that as a hint and pound her ass. Briefly. When I realize I’m going to come, I start swearing in part because I do that but also because I know I’m gonna be done for the night and I really don’t want this to be over yet. As I pop, she grabs my hand and shoves it in herself again. She’s pulsing so hard I think she’s gonna tear my fingers off. Finally she lets out this kind of forced wail like she just couldn’t hold it in any longer. We both collapse. I’m not sure how long we lie there, only that it’s her getting out of the bed that wakes me. She showers then peers out of the bathroom shyly. “Could you, um, hand me my suit?” she’s still blushing. I get up, naked, grab it and try to steal a kiss before I hand the suit over. She ducks away, “Look,” she says staring at the floor, “I’m gonna be real busy for a while so don’t bother calling ‘cause I won’t be able to see you anyway.” “You don’t want me to call?” Oh yeah, I believe that. Chicks always want you to call. Hell, for once I want to call, “Not even just to say ‘Hi’?” She shrugs, bites her lip and says, “No.” “So if I call anyway you’ll hang up.” “I thought guys don’t want to call.” “Depends on the girl” I say with a shrug of my own. “Well, I’m not one of those kind.” She starts to close the bathroom door, “So if you want to leave while I’m getting dressed, I won’t care.” I stop the door. Go away she says, don’t call. After balling me like that she’s trying to give me a guilt-free exit to boot. I hold her face still so she can’t dodge my kiss, “I don’t want to leave.” I plant another one just because she looks so stunned, “Why are you getting dressed, anyway?” “Midnight costume parade.” She covering herself with the spandex like I haven’t already banged her. How can one body be so pure and so nasty at the same time? “Why?” “”Cause I thought chicks always wanted to cuddle afterwards.” “Really?” Yeah, ok, it’s still cute. “Yeah.” I shrug, “But if you want to do this costume thing, we can cuddle after.” “After?” “Yeah. After.” She stares at me and I resist laughing at her, “Shouldn’t you be dressing?” she glides into the bathroom in a mild shock. I’m dressed by the time she comes out. The spandex thing is still hot and I’m thinking an hour or so of that and I’ll be ready for round two. She looks at me, frowns, then searches her bags until she finds a pair of thigh-high white boots. ETA for round two drops to fifteen minutes. “So what movie were you watching when you saw that?” I ask as I help her put on the boots – mostly to run my hands up her spandex clad legs. “Oh.” She blushes again, “A japanime. I tell people that I collect them for the violence,” she looks away, “but really it’s for the sex.” “Perfectly acceptable reason to me. Anything else you want to try, just let me know.” She looks at me, smiles then frowns again. “What?” “Nothing.” “No, don’t do that.” It’s the only ‘girl’ thing she’s done since I met her, “Don’t ‘nothing’ me. If you want to tell me something, say it.” “You don’t have a costume.” She says finally. “So?” She bites her lips and shrugs. “It’s ok. I don’t mind. I think you’re kinda cute,” she grabs her room key and headed for the door, “but you’re gonna look like a real geek without one.”