Page 66 of Cocky Nerd
John
She’s wearing a thin sleep shirt with Snoopy on it, and sleep shorts, which apparently is a thing. She has braided her hair into two pigtails. She looks like a teenager. She’s doing this to torture me, because we’re in her old bedroom. It is currently being used as Mrs. Montgomery’s craft room/puppy room, but it’s the same double bed, the same lavender colored duvet. She sits on the edge of the bed and smirks when she sees the tent in my pajamabottoms.
I’m very pleased with the way things went at the fundraiser tonight, happy to have met Monty’s wonderful girlfriend, happy to be in the Montgomery house again, relieved that the week of big events is over, and now I just want to get into bed with this devious minx and make all my secret college-age fantasies cometrue.
I put my messenger bag inside my suitcase and zip up the suitcase. It’s an unnecessary precaution, but there are important things in there and I’m not taking any chances. The bedroom door is shut and the Montgomery puppy—whose name is Bob—is scratching against it and whining. I hear Mr. Montgomery gently shush, pick him up, and pad down the hall to the master bedroom and close thedoor.
Now I can turn off the lights and get into bed with the youngest non-canine Montgomery. There’s a condom in my pajama pant pocket and I am beyond ready for this. Olivia is already in bed, facing away from me. I yank on her pigtail, because how can Inot?
“Ow.” She buries her face in the pillow, trying not to laugh, but I see her bodyquivering.
I can’t believe we almost did it in the passenger seat of a rental car in a parking lot this afternoon. I can’t believe she was willing to forego her “always two forms of birth control” rule. I can’t believe I am so powerless to resist this woman and I don’t understand how I can be so afraid of something that makes me feel so good. But my body is winning this battle and I am willing to let my brain lose thewar.
I press my body up against the back of hers. She wiggles and pushes back into me so the part of me that is enthusiastically protruding fits comfortably between her upper thighs. “Nighty night,” she says,saucily.
This girl. Nothing buttrouble.
“Good night,” I say, my arm circling her waist. I wait a good ninety seconds before slowly moving my hand up under her Snoopy shirt, finding her breasts and her already-hard nipples, my new best friends. She sucks in her breath, wiggles around, teasing my erection with her butt in those littleshorts.
How many times did I imagine what it would feel like to slide into this bed with her? Alone in my room in Cambridge, late at night, I’d picture her under this comforter, always clothed (the most I could do to honor Monty and her parents). Despite her fantasy sleepwear, which consisted of a tank top and bikini underwear, I mean it was still my fantasy after all, my hands and tongue managed to explore every inch of her, outside and in, before my throbbing cock quietly rammed and exploded into her. I’m glad I waited until I had become more of a master of the bedroom arts, but fucking hell, now that I’m really here, in her old bedroom, with her parents down the hall, I may only last about thirtyseconds.
When my hand reaches down into her shorts, my fingers discover a slick little pool of Olivia nectar and every single thing I’ve learned about sexual control dissolves into it. I let out a groan that is louder than I meant for it to be, but she does too. She puts her hand over mine, still wiggling around. “My parents are down the hall,” shewhispers.
“Lighten up,” Isay.
She likes that. She turns and moves herself beneath me, kissing my mouth, my neck, my jaw, my ears. Her legs are wrapped around me, clinging me to her, her body rocking with mine. The frantic energy from this afternoon is still here, impatient and ready forrelease.
We aren’t even naked, but it feels sodirty.
“What are you doing to me?” I moan into her ear, as I slip on the condom. “I can’t control myself around youanymore.”
“Are you acting now?” Awhisper.
“No. Areyou?”
“No.” She lifts her shirt up so her bare breasts can press against my barechest.
Nothing buttrouble.
I fumble with her shorts and push myself inside her, hard and deep. She lets out a loud sigh. I cover her mouth with one hand, pressing down harder when I feel her lips open wide, another loud sigh is barely muffled. She can’t bend her legs because her shorts are around her thighs, but it makes her so tight I am losing mymind.
Both of her hands suddenly cover my mouth—I must have let out a groan without realizing it. She has already started convulsing, her head tilted back. I can only hold on for a little longer. The bed is thankfully creaking quite softly, but I feel a volcanic rumble and a monstrous roar inside ofme.
Her breath is hot and wet against the palm of my hand. She shudders, and says something that I can’t quite hear, I only feel it on my skin. When I come she clamps one hand against my mouth and the other against the back of my head for a tighter grip, knowing that I’m going to release everything into her.I love you, I love you, I love you. Can you hearme?
After returningfrom the upstairs bathroom, tiptoeing so slowly and quietly, I am back in bed with Olivia, her head resting on my bare chest. The room smells like sex and puppy and paint and glue and I am hopelessly in love andterrified.
“What can I do for you?” Her voice is soft and unusuallyunsteady.
I laugh. “I think I’m done for the night, but thankyou.”
“No, I mean…whatdoI do foryou?”
“You dazzleme.”
“It’s notenough.”
“You’reenough.”
