Nerd Girl

by Jemma Bell

  “I feel so amazing, Derrick,” I answer on a sigh, “I guess I waited so long to make love again because I was waiting for you.”

  “I’m glad you did; now you’re mine. I’ve marked you, I’ve claimed you, and I’m keeping you.” His words are so sweet. I feel like all this is an erotic, carnal, sexual dream that I’m going to wake from. If something seems to good be true, it typically is. I’m just trying to tread carefully with this relationship, so when it does go south, I won’t get my heart broken. Trying being the operative word, because I feel like my heart already belongs to Derrick Walker. I hope he takes care of it. I feel him slip out of my body and we both have a laugh when he jokes and says “Uh-oh, buh bye.” Carefully rolling me off his body, he lays me on his mattress. Snagging a few tissues from the nightstand, Derrick grasps his soft cock peeling off the well-used condom and wrapping it up.

  “I’ll be right back, sweets. Let me take care of this and then I’ll clean you up.” He rolls off the bed and heads for the bathroom, a few minutes later he returns with a wet wash cloth for me. Wiping down my delicate flesh, so I’m not so sticky, he then tosses the used cloth into the hamper. We snuggle up together in this large bed, just being together. We talk about my upcoming final exams, work at The Book Mark, and his last booking for an author convention. I know he used to do the signings and conventions as a model for the authors, but he’s got bigger and better things to look forward now. I’m a little possessive of him and don’t appreciate the idea of all those women grabbing his ass or trying to feel him up. Comes with the territory, I guess, and this is the last time he has to do it. His next question tells me he can read my thoughts by the expression on my face.

  “Why do you look so worried?” I don’t want to tell him, I don’t want him to realize how insecure I am. “Amy, tell me.” His urging makes me cave in and tell him my fears and concerns. Taking a deep breath, I let him have it.

  “Okay, I don’t like the idea of you going to these author signings. I know and remember what those things are like for you. Are you going to have to hide in the bathroom away from your admirers?” I’m almost embarrassed by how whiney I sound. My comments cause him to chuckle and hold me closer. Tilting my chin up, I gaze at him as he gazes down at me.

  “As I recall, I met an incredible girl while I was hiding in the bathroom. Amy, each event is different, I do have to play the part, not only for the fans but Anita as well.” Tracing my cheek bones with the tip of his finger, he continues. “Having a cover model at an event like that helps a great deal in advertising for the author and draws the crowds.”

  “I know it does and not so long ago, I was one of those women in the crowd. It’s different for me now, though.” Guess I better get this off my chest. “Derrick, earlier you said I was yours, you’ve claimed me and are keeping me. I feel the same way about you, you’re mine.” I place a soft kiss on his lips and pull back so I can see his reaction. At first he just has a blank look on his face, then he looks off to the side like he’s thinking about something. Finally, he locks eyes with me again and his blank face cracks into the biggest, most heart melting, smile ever. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I’m looking at you like this because you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world. You have no reason to be nervous about anything. Nothing that’s out there is worth losing what I’ve got.” Pulling me in for a hug, we hold on to each other. Having declared our mutual feelings for each other, I feel a little better. I still don’t like it, but I can live with it for one last time.

  “You sleepy, baby?” He asks.

  “Yeah, you’ve worn me out. I wouldn’t mind going another round, but I guess it can wait.” I tease him just a bit by gliding my hand over his bare crotch. He takes a deep breath and rolls over on top of me. Looking into my eyes, he flashes me a devilish smirk and dives in to kiss and suck on my neck.

  “Another round, huh? Well then, your wish is my command.” And we go another round and another.

  ***Derrick***

  Ever have one of those nights that're just so fucking awesome, you almost have to pinch yourself, so you know it’s real and not a dream? Well, I do, and I’ve had to pinch myself twice just to make sure. Amy is cuddled next to me in my bed and the room carries the musky scent of a night of great sex. When Amy told me she wouldn’t mind going another round, I was more than happy to grant that request. Round two was quick and clumsy, but enjoyable for us both. Exhausted after two rounds of sex and needing sustenance, I crept down to the kitchen and grabbed us each a piece of my decadent strawberry cheesecake. On my return trip up, I heard familiar sounds coming from Riven’s room, indicating his date went well last night. I just hope things aren’t awkward with Amy and his guest when they run into each other in the morning. Amy and I sit cross legged in front of each other on the bed, eating our dessert. It is tasty, but it’s even more delectable when I paint her neck with the juice from the strawberries and lick it off. Dessert segued into round three for the night, leaving us both extra sticky and sweaty. Too tired to move, we both passed out in the twisted sheets. That brings me to now, I can hear her soft breathing and feel her smooth skin next to mine. I can get used to having her here. Her gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair is as soft as silk and I enjoy the feeling of it running through my fingers. My lazy strokes to her hair wake her up. She takes a deep breath and then starts swirling her fingertips over my chest. It tickles just a little causing me to chuckle. Lifting her head off my chest she looks at me with sleepy eyes.

  “You’re mine.” She says in a drowsy voice. Damn right I am baby!

  “I am and you’re mine,” I reply and dive down to kiss her soft lips. Our kiss turns heated as usual. She puts a halt to any further advances by turning her head to the side to break our kiss and taps me on the shoulder.

  “Um, I need to get cleaned up and I have morning breath. Want to join me for a shower?” I’d be a fool to say no to a shower with my girl.

  “Sure, you go warm up the water, I have to get clean towels from the laundry room.” She gives me a cheeky wink and crawls out of our nest of sheets. I watch her naked body as she heads into the bathroom and closes herself in. The sound of running water tells me I better hurry up. Giving my muscles a stretch and pulling on some basketball shorts, I go to fetch the towels. As I pass Riven’s room, I can hear a high pitched giggle and voices murmuring to each other. His house guest better not make Amy feel awkward. I know she’s just looking out for her friend’s feelings, but there’s nothing to protect her from yet. Well, nothing I know of. I reach the laundry closet at the end of the hallway and just as I’m about to pull open the doors, I hear a god awful scream. I’m talking about a scream straight out of the horror movies. It sounds like Amy, so I quickly switch directions, running back toward my room. I pass Riven on my way as he comes rushing out in his underwear.

  “What the fuck man, who’s being tortured to death?” He asks, eyes full of concern.

  “It’s Amy, come on, I might need your help.” He runs with me to my room, and we both bounce off the door frame, trying to get in at the same time. The shrieking comes again and he steps back to let me through, following close behind. I throw open the bathroom door and Riven, and I trip over each other to get to the fogged up shower. Yanking open the door, I find Amy up on her tippy toes, crammed into the far corner of the shower with a hand towel covering…well not covering much.

  “Amy, what’s wrong?” I hop into the shower taking her in my arms. She’s trembling, and all she can do is point. I look where she’s directing and see one of the biggest fucking thousand leggers I’ve ever seen. My eyes bug out of my head, that sucker could make off with a small child. Riven must have spotted it as well when she pointed. We both start jumping around and getting grossed out by the ugly bug. I hate bugs! Riven hates bugs; he gives a whole body shake of disgust and jumps back from the shower room.

  “Don’t just stand there guys, get it out of here,” Amy shrieks, snapping out of her scare.

/>   “Riv, dude, go get a shoe and smash the sucker.” I hold Amy close and try to become one with the wall as well. I don’t want to be any closer to that thing than necessary.

  “You’ve got to be kidding!! That ugly fucker winked at me, Derrick. I’ll stay with Miss Kitty, you go get the shoe.” Riven’s eyes are glued to the bug and as the thing creeps across the shower floor, he gets more and more grossed out.

  “I’m not leaving you with my naked girlfriend.” He’s out of his fucking mind if he thinks I’d allow that. All three of us are being held prisoner by a thousand legged terrorist.

  “Derrick, that thing is bigger than my mom’s dog. Call the bug people, they can evict that sucker. As big as he is, we should be charging him rent.” Poor Amy is huddling behind me and still shrieking at us to take care of it. The ugly creature scampers across the tile toward Riven and he flips out completely by jumping up on top of my vanity. He’s squatting over, hugging himself; it’s a staring contest between Riven and the bug. Obviously the bug is winning.

  “What the fuck is with all the screaming and yelling?” Hey, I know that voice. I know that bleached out pixie hair as well. The purple stripe is new and I swear the boxer shorts and t-shirt belong to Riven. I guess his date bombed and he hooked up with Layla last night. Fucker better be sharing the details later. Amy pops her head out surprised, to see Layla.

  “Layla, please get rid of it, these two are a ridiculous excuse for a hero.” Amy points to the critter and Layla rolls her eyes as she yanks a bottle of shampoo off the shelf and clubs the stinking thing to death.

  “Pussies!” On that comment, she drops her weapon, turns, and walks back out of the bathroom. Riven’s mouth is hanging open in awe. He’s still perched on the vanity, staring at the place the bug once was. Wow!! She’s right, we are pussies. All it took was a bottle of shampoo to save the day. How am I ever going to live this one down? At least I protected my girl and didn’t act like a complete wuss like Riv. Really? Jumping up on the vanity? It’s not like it was a Black Widow or something. He’s got a lot of sucking up to do in order to save face with his chick.

  “Yo, Riv, you want to go after your girl? I think some major sucking up is in your future.” He looks from the dead bug over to me. I guess now that the danger has been eliminated, I’m trying to save Amy’s dignity. That hand towel isn’t covering much.

  “Huh? Oh, yeah, you guys going to be okay?” I nod my head yes and he hops down off the counter to go after Layla. Amy slides out from behind me tip toeing over and rinses the remains of the thousand legger down the drain. Looking up at me, she starts laughing. Belly busting laughter. It’s contagious, so I laugh as well. What a cluster fuck. She was expecting me to save the day. I just proved what a wuss I can be. Riven and me. A bug has unmanned me. Damn Layla for having more balls than me. I know she’ll never let me live this one down. Damn that fucking bug as well, ruining a perfectly sexy shower with my girl. You got what you deserved buddy. Maybe you’ll be smarter in your next life!

  Chapter #12

  Nerd Girl Problem #112

  Champagne; yeah, not such a good color on me!

  It was a mad house at The Book Mark today. A new best seller came out and we had a line wrapped around the store with customers trying to get a copy. It’s refreshing to see so many people still love to hold an actual book in their hands in this day of e-books and such. Days like this make Barb the happiest of bosses. She’s selling what she loves. Barb always wanted to be a writer but never had the guts to do it. She took the easy way and sold the written words of others instead of taking the chance on something of her own. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been sharing little details about my relationship with Derrick to Barb. She’s happy for me and teases me on a daily basis about him. She’ll flash me an Anita Wells book cover when she finds me daydreaming. I can’t miss him too much since she set up a whole endcap dedicated to Anita’s books and Derrick’s body. A body I know very intimately.

  “So tomorrow is the big night, huh?” Barb is busy cleaning the pots at the coffee bar and I’m counting out my till for the day.

  “Yep, tomorrow night.”

  “Are you excited? Is Derrick ready for his new job as a spokesman?” I quickly finish my cash count and join Barb.

  “My dress is picked out. My hair appointment is scheduled. Layla’s doing my makeup and I’ve been practicing in my heels, so I don’t break an ankle. Excited isn’t the right word Barb, no, it’s more like panicked.” She gives me a sympathetic look and then hugs me.

  “Oh, Amy, why do you have so little faith in yourself? I believe in you and I’m sure Derrick knows what a lucky guy he is to have you on his arm.” Barb soothes my worries by rocking me and then pulls back to look me in the eyes. “You’re going to bring that boy to his knees. I wouldn’t be surprised if some executive tries to steal you away from Derrick.” She declares with a supportive wink. I truly hope she’s right. The closer we get to party night, the more nervous I become. I thank Barb for her support and finish up my duties so I can leave. I promise Barb I’ll take lots of pictures so she can see what I looked like in my dress.

  I head home for a quick dinner with GG and Pops and then drive back across town to my weekly pole exercise class. The last few weeks of lessons are starting to pay off. My abs are getting more defined, my jeans are loose around my waist, my posture is better, and I have a great time doing it. I’m lucky enough to get a parking space up front tonight and spot Layla’s beast of a truck ‘Dottie’ already here. Layla and I met up for lunch the day after the shower critter incident. I was surprised to see her at Derrick’s house that morning but glad to see her as well. The guys weren’t doing anything to get rid of that bug, so Layla saved the day. What a couple of wimps! Now that it’s over, I can laugh at their reactions. They were more scared of the thing than I was. Layla explained to me that Riven had a date that evening that didn’t go so well. He wasn’t having a good time and the girl was annoying. He faked a stomach ache and took her home early. When Layla left the salon that night, Riven was sitting on top of ‘Dotty,’ waiting for her. They went out for a few drinks, one thing led to another and she went home with Riven. They still claim they’re not exclusive, but the fact that Riven sought her out, speaks volumes about his feelings for her. I notice Derrick’s black Challenger is in his usual employee spot close to the building. He told me he had a personal training session this evening with an old client and then he was going to work out with Riven for an hour. Exercising helps him to relax, and, it’s imperative he keep up with his sessions, so he doesn’t go soft. His contract with Fitnexx requires him to live a healthy lifestyle and use their products if he’s to promote them for the company.

  Upon entering the lobby, I see Cara posting a huge banner promoting some competition.

  “Amy, how are you tonight? Ready to take on the pole?” She says with a friendly smile.

  “I sure am, Cara. What’s with the banner?” Grabbing one end, I help her hang the long, shiny, thing behind the reception desk. Taking a step back, I read the advertisement. ‘Stars of the Galaxy Pole Dancing Competition.’ That sounds interesting. “So a contest, huh?”

  “Oh, it’s going to be so much fun, Amy. There’s a $5000 prize for the winner.” Cara gushes, looking incredibly excited. “You’re going to enter, right?”

  “Um, I hadn’t planned on it. It’s probably not a good idea; I’d probably rip the pole out of the ceiling or fall on my head doing a kiss.” I say while shaking my head. Cara plops her hands on her hips, giving me a hard stare.

  “Amy, have faith in yourself. You can do anything you put your mind to if you only believe in yourself.” Why do I feel like I’ve heard that recently? “You get to pick your own music and choreograph your routine. I’ll help you if you want.” Cara is a great instructor. She loves teaching the classes and helping her clients. The day to day running of the gym keeps her out of the classroom more than she likes. She looks so excited for this competition and I’d hate to disappoi
nt her.

  “I’ll consider it, Cara, no promises.” My answer seems to appease her and she claps her hands together.

  “Alright, sweetie, you think about it, but I think you’d be great. Go on now, get ready for my class. Layla’s already here.” She shoos me off toward the locker rooms where I get changed into the proper attire and join my classmates. I choose a pole next to Layla and Cara starts the class. We go through our usual routine and Cara spices things up this week with a few new moves. Our class is getting pretty good and more often than not we have an audience of guys checking us out instead of working out. Cara ends the class an hour later and we clap ourselves out. That was fun and the time flew. I grab my water bottle and Layla and I head out of the classroom and find Derrick and Riven waiting for us in the hallway.

  “Hey, baby, you’re getting good at that. I might have to install a pole in the bedroom and you can be my private dancer.” Derrick wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my body in, kissing me silly. I’ve missed him today, so I return his intensity. I hear a throat clear and just as I lift my head to shoot Riven the stink eye, I notice he has his arms full of Layla and is trying to keep up with her kisses. The throat clearing comes again. Figures! All four of us stop our lovefest to see who it is. Cara is leaning on the door frame, arms crossed over her chest and clucking her tongue at us.

  “Guys, guys, guys, this is my gym, not your bedroom. Take it someplace else.” Pushing off the frame she walks up to Derrick. “The courts are all set up for tomorrow night’s launch party. Let me know if you need anything else.” She kisses Derrick on the cheek and tells him, “I’m so proud of you.” Cara leaves us and heads into her office.

  “So what are you ladies going to do this evening?” Derrick asks.

  “Well, since tomorrow is such a big day, I thought I’d get a good night’s sleep. I have to be up early to meet Layla. She’s making me get a manicure, pedicure and wax.” I smile at Derrick, waggling my eyebrows up and down. He gets the picture and takes a swift inhale of breath. I think I hear him whisper “have mercy” and then he flashes me that panty melting smile.