Where it happened: My bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
He was as tough and romantic as the subject he loved. Behind his Black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat, Calculus was his subject. And it always would be.
A bespectacled MacNerd made my whole core ignite. The contour of his anatomy and his brilliant mind were named by some as peculiar. What is genius-but the power of expressing a new individuality? His presence, although intimidating, held such magnetism, it imprisoned my eyes, robbing all my attention.
He had the mind of the likes I had never seen before; I would lose myself in the observation of his thinking; brow frowned, squinted eyes and tilted frames. Under a mass of thick golden curls the secret I was trying to unravel. Hidden underneath my conservative sweater no one not even him could have guessed of the infinite fantasies running though my mind. I watched as his hands smoothly played patterns, fingers dancing over the calculator keys; wishing it was my skin he was stroking and caressing. I have always searched for the mentally stimulating, and MacNerd re-defined the term.
The recurring image that kept me awake through hours of mathematical lecture was of him lying in bed alone at night; the silver moon ray filtrating across the window managed to illuminate his lengthy sun-kissed eyelashes and shine off his creamy skin . His eyes watery and the only sound a self-induced groan as he gently ran his hands through his body under a perspiration-moist white T-shirt . From his elongated neck he would slowly massage down to his palpitating chest and with circular motions subconsciously move down to the lower abdomen, teasing the already warm flesh. Breath quickening, exploring his body as no person had ever had, using the art of self- seduction to compensate for his lack of companionship and experience. As he moves his hand lower, and wraps his fingers alone his erect and throbbing member…the class bell rings.
What has mostly ever aroused me about this act , especially in a young chaste male, is the undertone of loneliness and sadness contrasted with the self-induced pleasure. Behind an act which has been viewed as tainted, there is some kind of innocence that’s measured up in years. To me there is no aphrodisiac like innocence; I could tell MacNerd was lonely not only physically and sexually, but also spiritually…and by claiming company of his solitude I knew I could achieve my goal.
My first plan was to get him alone, talk, search his soul and mind. But when the situation presented itself all I want him was to love him, make him senseless with pleasure to the point were he wouldn’t know weather to cry in pain or laugh with pleasure. All I needed was an opportunity to be completely alone with him; my prayers were answered when heaven assigned the project which began as journey of numbers and ended as a lesson of life. And so it was a warm spring night he arrived for the first time at my door step, tight black jeans, long-sleeved gray sweater, along with that calm whimsical stare that separated him from other mortals our age. As he stepped beyond the barrier of my threshold I knew that when he walked through it again, none of us would be the same.
We worked in silence for what seemed an eternity, the entire time my mind focused on him as if he were my work. As I stared at him, frames on , mind at task I made my move. Right that moment I moved close to him, so close that I could feel his body heat emanating from under his shirt traveling to my body, almost asphyxiating my senses. I deeply inhaled his masculine scent so familiar yet distant to me. I then, gathered courage, I lifted my right hand running it slowly through his thick yet soft golden hair. Before he could pull away in apprehension I moved his face so that our lips touched; what first began as a soft chaste kiss was then betrayed by our passion and urgent need. I pulled him closer, increasing the pace of our kiss, my tongue caressing his velvet palate as I felt him loosen up to my embrace. I purposely moved my hips against his, and I couldn’t help but smile as I felt the bulge of his beginning erection against my lower abdomen. I tip-toed until I was placed in the right position. Suddenly I had an uncontrollable urge to touch him.
I abruptly stopped the kiss and became more aroused after I took a good look at him. His pale skin was now covered by a creeping blush, his hair tousled, his eyes moist as I had imagined in my fantasies. As I stared deep into his Cerulean eyes, I knew he wanted me. Mr. Valedictorian, school genius, Mr. perfect S.A.T scores, him whom impressed and aroused envy from the brightest. The quiet boy, whose intellect was beyond bright, was now at the level of the common person, his brain dominated by his physical desire just like the rest of us. The voice of logic clouded by Lust. A lust, not interested in reason, but only in the gratification of it’s appetite.
I stepped further until our bodies were less then one inch apart, I pressed both hands over his strong chest and gently guided him to lean on my bed. I moved my hands to the waste band and slipped them under his cotton gray sweater. He was so warm and softàmy fingertips stroked the abdomen skin, concentrically moving up and down his chest, his skin seemed to tingle underneath my touch. I pulled his sweater over his head, revealing the creamy, pink-shaded skin. I proceeded to gently run my lips up and down the thin hair line across his midriff, tasting the salty, soap-scented skin. I gently ran my tongue over his right nipple, tugging with my teeth as I heard him groan as the pressure increased.
What I most remember about the moment was the absolute sense of power, it was maddening. Being able to completely dominate someone with my touch was more important to me at that moment than self- gratification. And with my devotion towards him, I felt his pleasure as If it were my own, knowing he was sharing this special moment with me.
I then moved down and undid his belt. Rather than fear, his eyes were filled with expectation, nervousness, and ultimately undeniable desire. I gently pulled down his pants until they were half-thigh; I slowly ran my fingertips over the bulge restrained by the white cotton underwear and felt him shudder under my touch. I continued stroking him through the thin cloth, increasing firmness and speed. His eyes were now shut and he was struggling to maintain balance, my knees were also weakening as I savored the mastery I had over him. He started thrusting at my hand , I stepped back and pulled down his underwear until he was fully revealed to me. I wasn’t one bit disappointed. As I stopped to admire him, he was staring into my eyes. Surprisingly he simply smiled, the same calm witty smile he had given me on previous occasions while trying to add familiarity to our conversations.
I began caressing him once again. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him; his breath warm in my face, his body soft underneath me, our lips were less than an inch apart. I pulled my burgundy shirt off as rapidly as possible and unclasped my bra. My nipples hardened with pain, as the cold air rushed through my body. I rapidly lowered myself unto his skin pressing my breasts over his chest. When he took my right nipple in his mouth; I tried to keep silent, but a moan of pleasure escaped my throat. I then remembered this moment was for him, not me. I sat on the bed and moved down until I was positioned between his thighs I grabbed his sex by his circumcised tip and ran my tongue from his thick root up and down. All of the sudden the awkwardness of the moment came crashing down my repressed logical side, however I gathered courage and kept at my task. I felt it swelling as I stroked it with my tongue and teeth. My body was becoming my mouth, while my fingers were pressed into the flesh of MacNerd’s buttocks, urging him forward. When I felt he could hold on no longer, I took him out of my mouth and proceeded to finish undressing myself.
I laid next to him, waiting for him to move on top. I had not known what pleasure was until I felt his weight on me, I thought the world would end as the sensation of having both our skins together overwhelmed my senses. My thigh muscles involuntarily contracted, and I could feel myself already soaked in desire. With an extreme gentleness I did not know he possessed he slipped tightly inside of me. The immense pain and pleasure combination increased the acuteness of my senses, my mind lost track of time and being in a towering pool of sensations. Lost in a kafkaesque world were only our bodies existed, we were wedded in the extraordinary bliss of each other. I do not know if it was due to the pain of my long time curse, or the sublimity of this maiden feeling, I woke up with teary cheeks while entangled in his arms. He stroked my hair as my only consolement his eyes hiding the same emotion as mine. We held each other waiting for the cold cruelty of dawnà.
And so it was that warm spring night I allowed MacNerd to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.
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