Nerd Girl

by Jemma Bell

  “Ever heard of a phone, Mitz? I have one, you know.” Crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a hard look. She simply waves her hand in the air like her interruption is no big deal and proceeds to share her “incredible news.”

  “I just got off the phone with Brent Hansen from Fitnexx. We start shooting the commercials for the nutritional supplement in two months and we’re going to be hosting a launch party here in town.” Well, this is exciting, but she could have called him with this news. “I need your precious self to work something out with Cara. The fitness center facilities would be the perfect venue for the party.” Mitzi just keeps going with her diatribe and Derrick just stands there, staring at her. Riven simply has a goofy look on his face and keeps rolling his eyes. I do my best not to laugh at him, but he’s just such a comedian I let a small giggle slip out. Mitzi’s whole attention is now centered on me. “Is there something funny that you want to share with the rest of us, Emmie?” She snarls resting her hands on her hips, irritated with me.

  “Amy,” I correct, “and, no, not really, it was a sneeze. Nope, nothing funny here.” Rolling her eyes and focusing her attention back on Derrick, she continues barking demands at him. I glance at Riven. He winks at me and mouths the word ‘liar’ then continues watching the conversation.

  “You’ll need to rent a tuxedo and invite all your clients to help promote the product.” On and on it goes. Poor Derrick can’t seem to get a word in edgewise. When it finally seems like she’s running out of breath, Derrick chimes in.

  “Great. Sounds like you’ve got everything under control, as usual. No worries. I’ll talk to Cara and see what we can do about the venue. I don’t foresee a problem, though.” Derrick is very laid back about the whole event. If someone wanted to pay me big bucks to be a spokesperson for their product, I’d be jumping around with glee. Well, that’s just me.

  “It’s going to be black tie, Derrick. Am I correct in assuming you’re bringing Emmie?”

  “AMY!” Derrick, Riven and I correct her. Gah! Is my name that hard to remember? A.M.Y. Really difficult. Perhaps it is for someone with her bleached out shade of blonde hair. Must be the fumes that killed all her normal brain cells and left behind nothing but Miss Cranky Pants.

  “Whatever. She’s going to need the appropriate attire for this kind of party. Stand up, Amy,” she stretches out my name on a sneer. “Let me see what I have to work with here.” She doesn’t ask, she just demands. What am I, a dog? I shoot Derrick an ‘is she serious?’ look, he simply shrugs his shoulders and winks at me. A freakin wink! What the hell is a wink supposed to mean? This whole scene is beginning to irritate me. I look over to Riven for help but he’s stuffing his face with pancakes. Smart man. Mouth full equals no witty comments.

  Reluctantly, I stand up for Mitzi’s expert perusal. “Hmm… Shoulders back. Stand up straight. You’ve got tits, honey, stick them out.” I comply with all her instructions, just about getting ready to lose my shit with this chick. “Not a total lost cause, I can work with her assets. Do yourself a favor, lose the glasses you normally wear.” A lost cause? Assets? “I’ll book her an appointment with my designer. Libby should be able to find something appropriate for the party.” Mitzi picks up her phone and starts dialing some number.

  “I didn’t say I was going to the party with Derrick and, if I did go, I’m perfectly capable of finding my own dress. So, thanks, but I don’t need Libby’s or your help.”

  “Do you have any idea of the importance of this event for Derrick’s career?” Lifting my chin, I stare her down. She’s not going to intimidate me. Bring it on sister. I only look sweet and innocent. Ben and GG Jenkins didn’t raise a wishy washy girl. “If you’re going to be on his arm for the evening, you have to look sensual and sophisticated, not embarrass the poor guy. My services usually come with a hefty cost but because it’s Derrick, I’ll assist you free of charge.” Continuing to make her call, Mitzi books me an appointment with Libby at some French sounding boutique. At least I think its French she’s speaking. I only took two years of French class in high school, so the most I understand is the basic greeting or how to ask where the bathroom is. Fluently speaking into the phone, I have no idea what she’s telling the girl on the other end. Probably to find the most hideous looking dress on the discount rack. Ending her call, Mitzi’s focus is now back on Derrick.

  “Well then, since today is your day off, I assume you have plans?” Fishing for information Mitzi? The look on her face is blank, but her eyes flash outrage. She’s not happy with the current situation. Oh, well!

  “I was going to take Amy home so she can freshen up and then I thought we’d go to the aquarium for the day,” Derrick tells her, his eyes on mine. I nod my head yes, but he has not escaped my wrath. Next time he needs to do a better job of wrangling her in. I won’t put up with her crap. Supposedly he needs her, but I don’t. Clicking her way across the floor in a pair of fuck me red pumps, she places a lingering kiss on Derrick’s cheek and flashes me a devious smirk over his shoulder. Yeah, Mitzi, I get your meaning. Right now, he’s mine though.

  “Alright, darling, enjoy your day I’ll call you tomorrow when you’re not otherwise engaged.” Turning on her heels and grabbing her purse, she makes her way to the door.

  “Hey, Mitz?” Riven says stopping her in her tracks.

  “What do you want?” She barks at him.

  “I was just wondering if the color of your shoes and the color of your lipstick are supposed to match the color of your teeth.” Riven scrunches up his lips, pointing to his teeth. “Red is a good color for you, but you might want to do a last minute check of these things before you leave the house.” Leaning in, I take a closer look and, sure enough, Riven’s right. Her teeth are dyed red from her lipstick. I have to bite back my smile. Riven just goes ahead and laughs in her face and Derrick has his hand over his mouth trying to hide his smile. Gnashing her red tinged teeth and then covering her mouth with her hand, Mitzi snarls at Riven and stomps out the door. Queue the laughter. It takes a good couple minutes of belly laughing to calm us down enough for speech. Riven looks incredibly proud of himself for getting one over on Mitzi. I must say, I appreciate it.

  “Way to piss her off, Riv.”

  “Oh come on, Derrick, she backhandedly offended Miss Kitty and you stood there with your thumb up your ass.” Thank you, Riven. Derrick looks at me nervously.

  “I’m sorry, baby, I know she’s a bitch. She’s one hell of an agent, though. That was actually her being nice.” Nice? Oh yeah, well I’d hate to see her in a rage. Derrick walks over, wrapping me in his arms and kissing the top of my head. “She has an eye for fashion and Libby is a fabulous dresser. Please consider keeping the appointment and putting up with Mitzi for the few hours it’s going to take to get you a knock out dress. I’d love to have you on my arm that night, my good luck charm.” Psht, good luck charm? Yeah, right. More like Messy Marvin does the launch party. Guess I have to practice walking in heels and get Layla to do my hair and makeup. A month should be long enough to get some practice in, so I don’t embarrass Derrick by breaking an ankle in high heels. It would appear Mitzi is taking care of my wardrobe. Hopefully, this fairy tale with Derrick continues long enough for me to make it to the party. I just don’t understand why Cinderella got a Fairy Godmother, Sleeping Beauty had three, and I get stuck with the Wicked Witch of the West. Karma, you rotten bitch, this better make us even.

  ***Derrick***

  The next few weeks pass in a blur. There’s so much going on in my life at the moment, I’m surprised I can see straight. Between my work schedule at the gym, phone conferences about Fitnexx and Mitzi booking me a photo shoot for a new book cover, I’m getting worn out. The launch party planning is almost complete and I’m trying to fit time in to see Amy. I make the time to see her even if it’s just for a little while. I just enjoy being around her and she makes me laugh. It doesn’t hurt matters any that she is incredibly sexy in the most unassuming way. She alternates wearing her contac
ts or glasses depending on her mood. I prefer the sexy librarian with the glasses. Her eyes light on fire when I touch her; her body craves my touch and I can’t seem to get enough. She’s stayed at my place a few times since that first night. We’ve explored each other’s bodies more but have yet to have sex. If she were any other girl, I would have sealed that deal by the second date. Amy is different. The feelings I have for her scare me a little. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone in my life that matters. I just hope I don’t fuck things up.

  Our second sleep over, or rather, night of passion, was the following Friday. I had just finished up a late personal training session with Mr. Simms. Those thin mints didn’t do him any favors; packed on all the weight he lost. I worked him hard that night. So hard, the poor guy threw up. Hey, no pain no gain. Amy and Layla were just finishing up their pole class; damn shame I missed that. Amy’s getting good on the pole and her flying cupid is pretty damn hot. When she thinks no one is looking, she struts a little more, shaking her glorious ass and sticking out those delicious breasts. She makes my mouth water. She’s reluctantly agreed to wear the appropriate attire but is still self-conscious about showing so much skin. We had our first fight over her wearing the spandex shorts and top. Her argument was that she felt uncomfortable wearing such skimpy clothes. My argument was that she looked frumpy in the nylon shorts and t-shirt she insisted on wearing. I also reminded her of what happened the last time she didn’t wear the proper attire. She called me an asshole I called her a brat and we ended up making out. All’s fair in love and war. Just being reminded of those kitty cat panties got me all stirred up. I’m talking ripped shorts, clawed backs and bite marks left behind kind of making out. She had no choice but to wear the spandex then.

  She came back home with me later on and we took a nice long bath together. The bubbles made her body all slick and glossy. I got her off by caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other. She’s so incredibly tight, I just knew she was going to strangle my dick once I finally did get inside her. She rode my fingers hard and fast while grinding her ass down on to my stiff cock behind her. Gripping the edge of the tub and reclining on my chest I tipped her chin up and twisted her face around so that I could devour her lips. Her mouth dropped open from the ecstasy I gave her and she panted into my mouth. Licking the shape of Amy’s lips and whispering words of encouragement got her even more excited. Once her orgasm hit, she trembled in my arms while the inner muscles of her core clenched around my fingers, coating them with her juices. I’d keep her in bed for a week if I could. I love nothing more than watching and making her cum.

  Amy believes in being fair in all things and my insistent cock poking her in the back had her concerned. I told her not to worry about it, but that hard on wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. With a determined look, she pulled the plug on the tub to drain enough water so that my dick crested the surface. Gaining her knees, she stroked me with tentative hands. Hey, if she wants to take care of my big, hard problem, I’m all for it. Her wet hair was covering her face as she leant over and took me in her mouth. Bunching her hair up in a tail with my fist, I watched her giving me the best head of my life. For a first timer, she was fantastic! Her novice tongue licked me from balls to slit, like she was licking her favorite flavor lollipop. Swirling her tongue on top she sucked off the pre-cum collected there. She started to get really into it and sucked me in deep with intense, hard pulls. I arched my back giving her more access and spread my legs as wide as the tub would allow. I was just about ready to explode when she cupped my balls in her hand and rotated them around.

  “Baby, if you don’t stop now, I’m going to cum in your mouth.” Glancing up and giving me a cheeky smile, she took me in deep again, silently telling me it was okay. No sooner did my dick hit the back of her throat, I went off in her mouth. My dick cumming in spurts down her throat. Like the angel she is, she drained me dry. It’s only a matter of time before I’ll finally get the chance to make love to her with something other than my mouth and fingers. I want that time to be special for her. Since Chad didn’t do it right the first time, it’s now up to me.

  I’ve also given her three more beads to add to her bracelet. She received a red bead that represented passion after our first night together. A yellow bead because she makes me happy and a silver bead for patience, because I know I’ll eventually screw things up or say something stupid and she needs to be patient with me. With each new bead I gift her, I can feel our bond growing stronger.

  It’s now about ten days until the Fitnexx launch party. Amy is scheduled to go dress shopping with Mitzi today. Luckily, I’m the guest of honor and can invite whoever I want. Riven, as always, is going as my wingman and he’s bringing Layla. At least Amy will have Layla as a buffer between her and Mitzi. I know Amy and Mitzi had a rough start. But since the morning she crashed our breakfast, Mitzi has been the perfect agent. She’s been supportive, helpful, encouraging and almost pleasant. All this wouldn’t have come together so quickly if it weren't for her.

  “Dude, you about ready to do this? Our appointment for tux fittings is in an hour,” Riven announces as he comes trudging into my room. Picking up a throw pillow off my floor, he tosses it in my face.

  “You’re such an incredible ass, you know that, Riv?” I throw the pillow back, hitting him square in the chest. Sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I run my fingers through my stiff hair. I guess I can’t stay in bed all day thinking about Amy. Time to get up. “Give me ten minutes to shower and get ready.” Stretching my arms above my head and turning toward him, Riven starts laughing at me. “Something you want to share with the rest of the class, Riv?”

  “Is that a kielbasa in your shorts or are you just glad to see me?” Looking down, I observe morning wood poking through my boxer briefs, made stiffer by thoughts of my sweet girl. “I’m sorry, but lately you’ve had more pussy than I’ve had hot dinners…and that’s a lot! She must be great in the sack if you’re sporting a chub just thinking about her, again. Do you make Miss Kitty purr?” He asks, teasing me as usual.

  “Riv, shut the fuck up. Mind your business about my sex life,” I bark at him. “Does Layla know you’re this obsessed with me? Poor girl. You should tell her, let her down easy.”

  “Ha, if it wouldn’t hurt Amy’s feelings, Layla would most likely give us her blessing. That girl exudes confidence and nothing seems to phase her. Sometimes I wonder if it’s for real or show.”

  Riven has no idea Amy and I haven’t had actual sex yet. If he knew that we’ve only been messing around, I’d never live it down. Riven can usually close the deal with a chick by winking at her or just smiling.

  “Beat it, ass wipe! I need to shower and then we can head out.”

  “Got it! Go take care of Donkey Schlong. I’ll wait downstairs.” He turns to leave and I yank my black boxer briefs off and shoot them like a sling shot, nailing Riven in the back of the head. Cupping the back of his head where I hit him, he turns back around giving me a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Dude that’s disgusting I don’t need your brand of extra hold gel for my hair, I’m naturally handsome.”

  “Oh yeah, you’re a real heart breaker.” Ignoring his arrogant smile, I head to the bathroom. Just as I cross the threshhold he nails me on the back of my head with something. Looking down, I notice my discarded underwear. Turning around, I find Riven busting a gut laughing, he’s cracking up so much, he needs the wall to hold him up.

  “Dick!” I exclaim and slam the bathroom door on his last comment.

  “Go rub one out Captain Underpants.” He yells through the door. You know, sometimes I wonder why I’m even friends with Riven. They say you can’t choose your relatives, but you can choose your friends. What the hell was I thinking when I chose him as my best friend?

  Chapter #11

  Nerd Girl Problem #111

  Bitches and boutiques and bugs. Oh my!

  Most girls dream about being the cen
ter of attention at a fancy dress boutique. Having a fashion consultant flittering around you, bringing you dress after dress to try on, making you feel like a princess for a day, and just sucking up to you. I guess that’s true in movies, or if your name is Mitzi Decker. When your name is Amy Jenkins, you get the blue collar treatment and side glances with not so silent whispers behind your back. I knew I should have brought Layla on this dress hunt. I just thought I’d be able to handle Mitzi’s attitude like a big girl on my own. To the outside person, she appears to be supportive in a very stuck up sort of way, but I know better. Her little comments or not so subtle insults are aimed directly at me and there’s no amount of ‘just kidding’ or ‘just saying’ that can cover them up. Layla refused to come along. She said I was crazy for even humoring Derrick by swallowing my pride and going with Mitzi. I don’t think the place we are going to is Layla’s style anyway. She’s more cutting edge or vintage flair. There are a few thrift shops she frequents that always have something she can make her own.

  Mitzi and I arrive at Exquisite for our appointment with Libby. Mimosas and a plate of different cheeses and grapes awaited us as we entered our private dressing area. One curtained alcove was designated for Mitzi and the other for me. I assume Libby already made her selections for Mitzi because her area was overflowing with different colors and fabrics. Gorgeous gowns, seductive cocktail dresses and a collection of unique shoes. My area is empty save for the tape measure hanging from a hook. With a clap of her hands, a chic looking brunette wearing a black pencil skirt and royal blue silk blouse, glides into our room on a pair of killer pumps. Following closely behind her is a short, plump, blonde girl in a grey and white polka dot dress. Making a beeline for Mitzi, the two classy women speak French to each other and share a joke. With a chin nod in my direction, Mitzi indicates me to the brunette woman. Here we go.