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Nerdier the Sexier?

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Charles, or Charlie as most of his friends called him, was a true nerd.

He was legally blind without his glasses, and wore thick, black framed lenses that hid his incredibly blue eyes. They were crystal clear, like the ocean, and shone brilliantly at almost all hours of the day. The rest of him was a little less geeky. He wasn't muscular, but neither was he fat. In fact he was a pretty good runner, but not very good at any other sports. The main reason he was a nerd, was simple, he was extremely good with computers. There was just nothing about them that he could not fix, create, or do exactly whatever he wanted to do with. Of course, that did not help him meet any girls, which was what really made him a nerd. He hadn't had a girlfriend since Junior High, and even then they'd only gone to two dances before she 'fell in love' with some stud footballer.

It had taken his friend Ronald two hours to convince him to go to the big bash that was going on after the football game.

But finally he gave in, just because Ronny was kind of crazy and would probably get into trouble if he didn't go. So he went. His tall, lanky, rather awkward frame topped with moppy blond hair. At least he didn't have braces anymore, and his acne had cleared up the year before. In fact, girls didn't just look away from him anymore. Sometimes they looked, but they just never said anything. He really didn't mind, computers were what took up most of his time anyways, with a sigh. He got something to drink, and checked his facebook from his iPhone.

"Hello?"

"Huh," He looked up, right into the beautiful face of a girl he'd never seen before, or at least he thought so. "Hey, you are...?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Me?” So she was a little drunk. Or…very drunk. No one can tell the difference. The girl was gorgeous anyways even if she was drunk. She had medium length black hair that was styled with her bangs in front of her right eye. She lifted her hand and brushed it away from her view so that she was able to concentrate on him. “I’m Amy.” She said happily, holding out her hand. Amy was a mixed girl. The one that everyone talks about since being a mixed race was rare at their school. And many of the guys found her to be exotic because of the mixture. Her brown eyes gazed into his blue eyes, smiling at him politely and her white top of her dress opening a little to show cleavage.
 
"Amy," Charlie repeated the name to himself a bit slowly. He liked it. Short, cute, and pretty. Just like it's owner, "I'm Charles." He said, taking her dainty hand and giving it a little shake. He really liked the way her hand felt on against his; it was silky smooth and very loose, very carefree and gentle. Catching her eyes looking into his brought a little blush to his face, he certainly wasn't used to talking to pretty girls, let alone running into them, and for some reason she had come up just to say hi to him. No, that didn't make sense.

She wanted to talk to him.

His highly intelligent mind raced to think of something to say. Anything... It took longer then it should have, but finally he managed the following. "You've got a pretty set of eyes. They're like chocolate."

Okay, so the last line was corny and cheesy. No, just corny, but still it was better then stuttering or saying nothing, at least Amy seemed to appreciate it. But then she swayed a little and before Charlie could think about it, or knew what he was doing he caught her by the elbow and pulled her closer towards him. It was totally innocent, until he felt her soft, but firm breasts pressing into his lower chest. Wow, he thought, she's freaking hot! Blushing a bit harder now, he held her away from him slightly, and peered down into her eyes. The glitter in her eyes, finally turned the light bulb on his head. She was drunk!

"Hey, you okay? Want to sit down somewhere?"
 
Amy smiled at his compliment, “Chocolate…” She mumbled as she giggled, holding onto him for the moment, letting her breasts rest against his chest as she let out a relieving sigh. She didn’t know how she ended up here, but she knew her night had been fun for a while. She was offered so many drinks, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Except, you know, drink them all. And that is what Amy did. And when she did, she got drunk quickly since she was a short girl. She blinked as he offered her a place to sit, “Oh god, yes, please!” She squealed excitedly, “I’ve been wanting to sit for hours, but people were hoggin’ the couch, making out and shit..” She licked her lips lightly, tasting her blueberry lip gloss which made her smile even more.

It reminded her that tonight was going to remain a good night since she was going to stay here all night since her parents are allowing her to. It was incredible to since her parents preferred that their only princess would stay home with them and dine in the den while her grandparents were home to talk about their plans about selling their yacht. But Amy begged her parents, promising that her friends would let her sleep over at their home and she would be awake and come home the next day without issue.
 
Charlie took a quick look around as he processed her rapid replies, and realized she was quite correct. There were no seats left.

His mind raced, and logically he figured other rooms might have more seats. Including the plethora of bedrooms on the second floor of this rather large Victorian mansion. The only reason he knew that it was Victorian, of course, was because he was such a nerd. He grinned at that thought of his own, and suddenly he took Amy's hand. Giving it a slight tug, before leading her up the set of elegantly carved wooden stairs, down a hallway, and into a room. It was dark, until he flipped on the light. Apparently it was some little girls room. All covered in pink, but there was an open bed and a comfortable chair in the corner. He lead Amy to the chair, and had her sit in it.

Then he sat on the bed, and looked across at the beautiful girl. She was of mixed descent, and her cream colored skin was absolutely mouthwatering. So far his silence hadn't bothered her either, since she was drunk as skunk probably. Charlie watched her lick her lips again and again, and felt a stirring in his groin. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her lips, then, sudden inspiration struck. Here he was alone with probably the hottest girl at the party, in a room, by themselves, and she was drunker then a sailor at port call. She probably couldn't even see him, well, she probably saw two of him.

Reaching out, he gave her hand another little tug. Pulling her off the chair and clumsily onto the bed next to him.

Without saying a word, he rather awkwardly brushed her hair from her face, moved his lips closer and kissed her. Right smack on the lips.
 
Amy didn’t seem to mind that she was being pulled up the stairs. Where ever he was taking her was better than being downstairs with a bunch of sluts that were taking off their shirts and skirts or pants just to be served beer or to have mindless fun. Amy wasn’t that type of girl. She would get drunk, yes, but taking off her clothes was a private matter. As they entered the room, Amy was confused by the color, which she didn’t hesitate to point out at first, “Pink!” She said loudly, though her voice didn’t echo since the room was so stuffed with toys and clothing. She blinked as he sat on her the chair, realizing that he hadn’t talked to her. She stared at him, trying to figure out where he was since her vision was unable to keep straight. Dammit, why is that? She let out a soft squeak when he pulled her onto the bed and collapsed right next to him. With a light bounce, she laughed out loudly, “Oh god!” But her noises were dismissed by a bold kiss. She blinked softly before relaxing as she let out a smooth and relaxed sigh as she started to kiss him back, lifting her hand as she ran in it through his hair slowly.
 
Of all the things that Amy could have done, running her hand through his hair was probably closer to the bottom of the list that Charlie had been making in his mind just before he kissed her. Slapping him was near the top. So was laughing. Not to mention just jerking away. But not only did she return the kiss, she was running her soft hand through his head of moppy blond hair. The curls slipped through her fingers and Charlie shuddered a bit at the touch. He'd never, well, not in a really long time.

When the kiss finished with a giggle, and Charlie chuckled nervously.

"Wow, you're, hot." He barely managed these words as red flushed his face.

Reaching his hand out slowly he pressed it against her stomach, wondering how far she would go, even if she was as drunk as she seemed there had to be some sort of limit. Right? Leaning inwards, he kissed her again, and his fingers slowly began to curl the hem of her dress upwards.
 
Amy smiled as he pulled away, her eyes half open as she breathed out lightly. At least she was having more fun than she thought she would. Here she was, making out with someone she doesn’t even know, but it didn’t matter! “I know..” She muttered, grinning in a smug manner before they returned to kissing. As she didn’t seem to mind his hand near her dress, enjoying this time with him. She giggled loudly as she pulled him down onto her.
 
The ride down certainly surprised Charlie, but strangely enough it also made him more comfortable at the same time. This all felt sort of natural, especially lying atop such a pretty little thing. Her giggling was cute, and it sent little shivers down his spine. The hand on her dress had lifted it entirely up her thigh on the way down, revealing her panties and bare, soft, sexy thighs. Charlie felt a need right away to place a hand on them, so he did as their kiss deepened and breathing grew rapid. A slow burn began inside of his chest, a need he'd never really felt before, but it stirred plenty of different things inside of him.

Slowly, his hand traveled from her soft outer thigh. To even more tender inner thigh, and further up. Like a heat seeking missile it traveled right toward the apex of her thighs.
 
Amy didn’t seem to mind going through all the motion with him. She felt extremely warm and good right now and all of this making out was enough to make the girl go wild. She kissed his lips lightly, giving them a light nibble also as she felt his hand travel up her thigh. She let out a small squeak as she breathed out slowly, “Oh…cold..” She started to laugh lightly, unable to control her giggle fits as she continued to kiss him.
 
The giggling was becoming a little annoying, but it was still so cute and Charlie was still pretty unsure about the entire situation. So he didn't say anything about it, or do anything to stop it besides letting his hand warm up before touching it to her pantie clad pussy. If the trip to it's destination had done nothing, then perhaps finally arriving one, but it didn't seem like it as Amy continued to nibble and kiss him back. God, she was so sweet and she smelled like heaven! Tasted even better too. He couldn't help but lick his lips, and then hers, and all of a sudden their tongues were tangled. Charlie gave a little groan as this happened, and his glasses were pushed up his face.

He quickly took them off, deciding blind was better then them getting in the way.
 
Amy lied down beneath him as she pulled herself away just to breath, “Mm, god…You’re good.” She whispered, using her feet to wiggle out of her shoes. She wanted them off just to be more comfortable. She noticed his hand that was close to her pussy, but she paid it no mind. Not at all. She was enjoying it more and more and she figured that he wanted to have fun too. It was cool to her. “Come on, get bold.” She urged him, finally getting both shoes off as she took a hold of his shirt and kissed him slowly once again.
 
Charlie didn't feel anything snap, or lurch, or explode inside of him. But something did change when Amy said those words. Get bold. He'd never really been bold other then fixing computers and testing new equipment or programs. Hell, he'd hacked a government database once or twice. This was something else entirely, this was real, right in front of him, and holy crap it was fucking sexy. Not only had she called him good, but she'd taken off her shoes and told him that she wanted more. In not so many words. Once again it felt like eternity as he tried to think of what to do next. Up until this point he had simply been testing the waters, wanting to find out where she'd stop him, but now Amy told him to not stop.

"Okay," He finally breathed.

Charlie hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her smooth, sexy thighs, and passed her knees. Then right over her ankles and off her feet. He held them up in front of her, and dropped them next to her on the bed. Looking down at her face with a smile, he could barely make out the bubbly, cute, happy face that was looking back at him. Reaching down, he placed his hand directly onto her cunt and rubbed. Thankfully he did know what to do with a pussy, he'd watched enough porn, and fooled around once or twice before. Slowly, he ground his palm into her cunt. Then slid his fingers between her lips as he kissed her.

"This bold enough for you?" He asked, almost breathlessly.
 
Amy let out a loud moan as she shivered deeply, “Oh shit!” She squealed. She rolled her head back as he rubbed, her legs lifting up and her toes curling as she whimpered softly. “Oh god, oh god…” That was freaking amazing. When he did that, it was like she was freaking floating! And it was great! “Oh that was fucking bliss…” She said with a grin, “What else do you have up your sleeve..?” She asked, panting against his lips.
 
Damn, she sure was excitable. Charlie smiled at her reply and reached his hand out to brush away a stray lock of hair from her face once again. She was so damn cute! So playful, and playable too. Perfectly sized and well perfected reactions. God, he needed to stop thinking like a nerd. More? Hell, there was plenty more that he had seen and heard about now that the door was opened and he realized all of those fantasies could become realities. Looking down her body, he brought his hand, along with her dress up and over her breasts. Then he removed them from their confinement and slithered his body down somewhat, so his head was level with both perfectly shaped, sized, and textured pieces of flesh.

Leaning over, he locked his lips around the left ones erect tip. With a soft sound of moving air he sucked it into his mouth and gave a little nibble.

At the same time his hand was cupping the opposite breast. Squeezing it gently almost like he was weighing it. The other hand dropped to between her legs once again, and he began to slowly worm his index finger inside of her body. He wasn't sure if she was wet, or his finger was just a little sweaty, but it certainly wasn't too hard to wiggle it towards her womb.
 
She rested back as she gazed at him. She couldn’t help but to feel excited about all of this. It has been awhile since she had decent sex. And this guy, he obviously knew his stuff. Amy moaned out loudly as he sucked on her nipple, her hand trying to look for something to grab, but she rested it against the sheets instead, letting her toes curl in tightly, whimpering as his finger moved deep inside of her.
 
Amy was obviously loving this, and so was Charlie.

He could feel his dick growing larger inside of his pants now, Amy's scent, and the loud moans she made. That made him hard. Glancing down he saw her toes curling, and that made him even harder. She wanted him, and that was something he had never experienced. Not someone this hot, this gorgeous, or this anything. He kissed her again and again, and slowly moved his finger inside of her. It was wet, she was wet, which meant she was horny as hell! The thought made him grin, and he kissed her lower lip, then her jaw, and then whispered against her ear.

"You are one horny little thing, aren't you?"

He took her hand, and placed it between his legs on his throbbing cock covered by his jeans.

"Think you can get that out, and ready?"
 
The gesture was good enough for Amy. She grinned wickedly as she slid her hand down his chest before moving down to his jeans. Her fingers moved expertly over his belt buckle, undoing them as she then unbuttoned and zipped his jeans. Her manicured nails gently slid against his crotch as she cooed softly, her legs up on the bed now and spread so that he was able to go in and out of her without difficulty. “Oooh, you are so hard..” She murmured, sliding her hand into his underwear as she took a hold of him and started to stroke gently.
 
Amy was right. He was extremely hard right now, his rather well endowed cock was pulsing at it's absolute limit and had been straining to be free of the confines of his briefs. Now free, it pulsed against her incredibly soft hands. Luckily Charlie had a pretty... Stiff jerk-off routine, so he did not simply splooge at the first touch. That didn't stop him from shivering, and shuddering at the same time. Amy had quite the touch, and was promising so much more by spreading her legs so wide.

"And you're soaked," He responded in a soft voice, with a glance up to her beautiful face, "And blushing."

He added the last part, a wee bit surprised at it, the way she acted: this was entirely normal for her!

Charlie wondered, briefly, if he should just go for it or allow her a little time to feel his cock. It was large, and thick, and had a little curve up and to the left. He was uncut too, but kept it perfectly clean and already a little glob of clear pre-cum was forming on the very tip where his foreskin rolled back just enough to see the slippery liquid. He decided to give it a little time, and pressed his thumb against the top of Amy's pussy. It took him a moment to find her clitoris, before he was able to start rubbing it in slow, rhythmic circles.

"God, you're fucking sexy!" The curse word sounded wrong coming from Charlie's mouth. Typically he was a very well-spoken individual, but Amy was already in the process of changing him quite a bit.
 
Amy chuckled softly at him cursing. She didn’t even know him and she knew it was weird to hear it from his mouth. She started moaning again as he rubbed her clit, her eyes closing slowly as she let herself rest a minute so that she was able to let her body give into the excitement. After a while, she gazed at him with a small grin.

“Let me suck you off..” She couldn’t help herself now. She was extremely excited and he could tell by her eager touching of his cock, her thumb lightly sliding up against the head of his cock as she took the pre-cum and pulled her hand away as she sucked on her thumb gently, “Mm..”
 
Did anyone ever say no when asked that? No. Especially if it was someone as cute and sexy as Amy.

"Uhh," He fought to find the word for a few seconds, "Sure!"

Charlie smiled at his stumbling, but she didn't seem to mind in the least bit. He sort of sat up, wondering how she wanted to do this. Then he laid back when he felt her small hands pulling him back down. Glancing over he saw the precocious, let's be naughty, face that he'd only seen on the computer or in movies before. It was much easier to believe in person, and he felt his cock leap in her hand once again. Licking his lips slowly, he watched her carefully, wondering... Well, what the hell it would feel like!?
 
Her eyes gazed over him quietly as she smirked lightly, licking her lips. “You’ll like this.” She cooed, lowering her hand as she pulled his fingers out of her. It made her ache deeply when she did that since she wanted more, but it was his turn, of course. She sucked on his fingers lightly, making sure his fingers were clean of her juices before lowering his hand to his side. She sat up and pulled her dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor. She sat up, looking for her hair tie on her wrist. Once she found it, she put her hair up and got onto her knees on the bed as she tugged his pants down more.

“God, look how excited you are.” She said with a laugh, taking his cock into her hand as she stroked him gently. She then wrapped her mouth around his cock, lowering her head all the way down.
 
Just the suckling action on his fingers promised Charlie that Amy would be a spectacular cock sucker, of course he had nothing to really compare it too besides his imagination. Boy, did she blow that out of the water! The moment her hot little mouth touched his cock he nearly felt his stomach implode it tensed up so tight. The pleasure was extreme. "Wow, wicked!" He breathed, as he watched both curiously and lustfully as Amy began to bob her head along his cock. He was certainly excited, now more then ever, and his cock stayed achingly hard in her moist mouth as she sucked on it.

"This is freakin incredible," He breathed, barely managing to get the words out all at once.

He reached down to push a lock of her hair out of her eyes, one she had missed, and left his hand atop her head.

Why? Because he'd seen it done so many times. Slowly he began to apply pressure, enjoying the sudden surge of... Dominance? That he felt.
 
That didn’t seem to bother her with his hand on her head. She lowered her head against, bobbing her head gently. She wrapped her hand around his cock and started to stroke him while sucking him off. She slid her hand away from his cock as she started to rub his balls gently, her fingers carefully working them as she continued to bob her head gently.
 
"Oooh, oh shoot!" Charlie nearly jumped off the bed when her fingers touched his balls. Damn, why did it feel that good when she touched the like that? It never did whenever he was, you know, jerking off. He shivered rather violently, and used his hand to keep her lips from coming off of his cock. "Damn," He breathed, "That was close... heh... You're, ungh," Another near call, "Amazing!"
 
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