The Nerd

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

“You’re getting me a new car? Awesome!” She jumped off the bed into my arms, threw her arms around my neck, and rammed her tongue down my throat. I walked to the kitchen with her in my arms, placing her carefully in the chair before getting our coffee. I made French toast and heated some real maple syrup along with some sausage patties. We sat close to each other-real close. Actually she sat in my lap. We had a ball feeding and feeling each other. I dipped my finger into her pussy and made her beg me to let her lick it, it turned out she just loved her own taste. I know I did.

After breakfast we showered taking extra care to clean her ass of all the dried gel. Midway through, she grabbed the soap and scrubbed her anus before applying it all over my dick. Her motions made me real hard real fast. was surprised when she spun around and grabbed her ankles. She looked up. “Don’t you recognize an invitation when you see one? I want you back in my ass again.” I figured she was still pretty well spread when I placed my cock against her asshole. Soap is really slippery so I lined up, grasped her waist, and applied some pressure. “Push harder,” I heard her say, “Harder. I want you in there. I love the way it feels.” I grabbed her hips even tighter and PULLED, forcing my way into her. Again, there was a “pop.” Now I started thrusting into her, slowly at first, but increasing with every attempt. I reached down and pushed two fingers into her delicious cunt, I teased her clit with my thumb. When she started to respond in earnest, I let go of her hip and reached around to massage her pert nipples. Nobody could resist this assault. Soon she started to shimmy and shake. Her hand found her pussy; she inserted a finger, mixing it with mine, before removing it and thrusting it into her mouth, savoring every single drop. There was a sudden “000000HHHHHH FUCK!” as she started to straighten. I lifted her, suspending her ass on my rock hard erection. I rammed her up and down as I fingered her clit harder and harder until she tensed-and then released, her orgasm overwhelming her. I held her close to me, her head on my shoulder as I slowly removed my cock with another loud pop.

“Ryan, that was so fucking amazing. What an orgasm I just had. It was like all the times I’ve cum in the past three years rolled into one. I have never felt like that before and I can’t wait to feel like that again. I only have one regret.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “What was wrong?”

“No, nothing was wrong. My regret was that I waited until I was 22 to have anal. I should have done it years ago.”

“Well, I’m glad you waited. I’m glad I was part of it.”

We finished our shower, dried each other, and dressed. “What’s first?” I asked. “Pick up your stuff or go car shopping?” I knew what she’d say. What woman can resist shopping? Besides I was a little nervous about meeting her family.

Of course, she wanted a convertible so after shopping around for a while we settled on a Mustang, red with a V6. I refused to get her a V8 because I didn’t want her racing or dealing with more power than she could handle. We would take delivery in two days so I had plenty of time to get to the bank for a withdrawal. Now, the hard part-facing her mother, Morgan hadn’t said anything about her family except that she lived with her mother and younger sister, They seemed to have a good relationship so maybe things would be OK.

She directed me to a residential area just outside the resort area where we had first met. This area of the country has a lot of manufactured housing, the politically correct description of what we used to call mobile homes, even though none of them are technically mobile, being attached to a foundation or on concrete blocks. Hers was a slightly run down single home, as opposed to a double-wide. Sure enough, Mom was home and was justifiably cool to me even though I made every effort to be polite and courteous. I could understand her concerns. I’m 40, Morgan is 22 and we’ve only known each other for two days before she decided she should move in with me. I’d probably be reserved under those circumstances, too. think one of Mom’s concerns was the loss of Morgan’s income, but she’d find that was nothing to worry about. I made more in a day than she made in a year so I could afford to be generous

We gathered up all of Morgan’s possessions, which wasn’t all that much. We easily fit all her clothes, DVD’s, cosmetics, and other assorted girly stuff into the Porsche with plenty of room to spare. There were some tears when we prepared to leave so I just excused myself and waited outside while Morgan said her good- byes. It obviously wasn’t going to be forever, I only lived about 30 miles away. The time alone gave me the opportunity to think about my idea-the computerization of the female orgasm. I was sure that I could count on Morgan’s help. She’d make a perfect subject. I had on-line access to the libraries at MIT, Harvard, and the University of Chicago. I figured that if I could isolate those areas of the brain most affected during orgasm, feed the data into the

computer and then reproduce the digitized data. This led to another idea, one that could make billions-what if the reproduced data could be reintroduced into a woman? Would it trigger an orgasm? If I could do this it could be the sexual breakthrough of

the ages.

But, of course, the operative word was “if.”

There was a tear in her eye when Morgan appeared at the door. She hid it from me, but not too well. I held her, kissing her cheek while I started the car. I pulled away, we were ready to start our new life together.

I explained my idea to Morgan on the way home. She was enthusiastic to help so I had to explain that it could take many months, even years before I could figure out a way to access the data and more to figure out what to do with it. Even then it might be a total failure. Once home I sat at my PC, really a high speed server, to begin my research. I stayed with it until it was time to prepare dinner. Morgan had been busy putting her stuff away and finding her way all around the house which had five bedrooms, including the one I used for my office and three full bathrooms. I had a mald come in twice a week to clean; I had to. I’m lousy at cleaning anything, let alone a nine room house. After dinner I went back to work until about nine. I found Morgan lying in bed watching the 44-inch flat screen. “I’ll be right back; I need a shower.” I returned about fifteen minutes later dressed as usual for bed in a tee-shirt and gym shorts. Morgan was naked. “What are you wearing?” she asked.

“Uh, my pajamas?”

“I’m wearing my pajamas,” she replied pointing to her naked body. She turned, spread her legs apart and put her hands on her hips feigning anger.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll really need these any more,” so I dropped the shorts and ripped the shirt over my head. I left both in a pile on the floor.

Taking my hand she led me to the bed. Once curled up together she hugged me. “You were really nice to my mom, even though she was kind of bitchy. Too bad Sara wasn’t there.”

“Sara?” I queried.

“Yeah, my sister Sara; she’s 16 and she looks a lot like me, only a little smaller if you can believe it. She has even more trouble with guys than I did. She reached over my shoulder and turned off the light. We watched the TV for a while, our bodies entwined until we both fell asleep. We woke the following morning. The TV was off. I tried to sneak out of the bed and was almost halfway there when an arm snuck out and grabbed me. “Not so fast, mister, you have some work to do here first.” I thought I could easily get used to this.