Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds

by F. Leonora Solomon

  “Since we all like old romantic movies, I guess you’ll fit right in.” Patricia smirked and glanced at Serina. Her emphasis on the words “fit right in” seemed almost sexual in nature. The smirk that grew on Serina’s full lips sent my imagination reeling. We made the date for Wednesday, exchanged numbers and addresses, and headed to class. I could hardly concentrate on anything else the rest of the morning.

  Considering it was Monday, I had two agonizing days to go through before I could see Serina again and hoped we shared some classes together. Fortunately for me, both Serina and Pat had the same anatomy class I did the next day and we shared lunch. The brief but fun luncheon was enough to tide me over until Wednesday.

  * * * *

  I told them I would bring the wine and dessert. I stopped and picked out a couple of pretty expensive Pinot Noir and some great-looking Italian pastries at the local bakery on my way to their place.

  I rang the bell and waited outside for someone to answer. I felt little awkward as I stood on the stoop of a strange house in complete silence, wondering what the hell to expect from the evening, so nervous my palms were sweating and my glasses kept slipping off the bridge of my nose. A few seconds later Patricia opened the door and invited me in.

  “Hey, Cody!” She was bubbly and fresh.

  “Hi there,” I said coyly. “I bought some pastries and I hope you like Pinot.”

  “Perfect,” she said, grabbing the bottles and pastry box.

  “Hang your coat over there.” She pointed to the rack standing next to the door.

  “Serina, our guest has arrived,” she yelled through the apartment.

  The house smelled amazing. A mélange of tomato sauce, garlic, fried meat, and basil permeated the air. My mouth watered as the fragrant aromas tickled my olfactory lobe. Pat was dressed in a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt while I wore a pair of dress pants and a short-sleeved shirt buttoned to the top. She hugged me and if my mouth wasn’t watering from the smell of food, her perfumed skin drove me wild. Studying me, she shook her head, then immediately reached for my buttoned collar and undid the buttons partially down my chest. My crisp white T-shirt beamed from the opening.

  “If you’re going to hang out with us, you shouldn’t be so uptight. You always have that nervous look in your eye, Cody. Relax, we don’t bite—not hard, anyway!”

  I really did need to relax. Either she was filled with innocent friendship or she was making obvious advances. I had difficulty figuring out which. I was always naive when it came to women. I never knew what they expected or wanted. It sucked.

  We walked through the small living room with a cozy fire smoldering in the fireplace and into the kitchen where Serina was cooking. She looked radiant in a long kimono. Barefoot at the stove she tasted the tomato sauce with a wooden spoon. Her beautiful red painted toes peeked out from under her robe as she stood on her tiptoes sipping the gravy and smacking her full pink lips. She put the spoon in the spoon rest on the counter and came over to welcome me. She stood up on her delicate painted tiptoes and threw her arms over my broad shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I could feel her supple full breasts press against my pectorals as she hugged me. I could tell she was completely naked under her robe, as I removed my hands from her hips and felt an all-too-familiar swelling in my pants. I quickly averted the attention from me to the wine to avoid detection. Her amazing scent lingered on my hands and face from where she had touched me with her cheek and kimono. I was burning for her.

  “I really want to thank you guys for inviting me,” I said honestly. “I feel honored.”

  “We’re glad to have you,” Serina said. “I hope you like my cooking. Pat always says I feed her too much, but I love to eat so I’m always cooking.”

  “You can feed me anytime,” I offered. “If it tastes as good as it smells, we’re going to get along just fine!”

  * * * *

  We sat in the living room on the floor in front of the television and fireplace, slurping our spaghetti and sipping red wine. Casablanca played on the large flat-screen. It had been a very long time indeed since I had watched the classic movie. Although I was preoccupied with Serina and kept wishing I was Pat tonight, I kept my cool by enjoying the food and fire.

  “What did you think?” Serina asked about her cooking.

  “It amazing,” I said.

  “Her tits, or her meatballs?” Pat joked.

  “I guess I have been staring a little too much, huh?” I blushed.

  “Well, your face is so red, you look like a twelve-year-old who got his first hand job under the bleachers.” Pat laughed.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry.” I looked away.

  “No, no,” Serina said. “What good is having a nice body if nobody pays attention to it?”

  “Agreed,” Pat said, caressing Serina’s silky thigh through the robe. “But I always pay attention, don’t I, honey?”

  She leaned forward, planting a soft, warm kiss square on Serina’s lips. The lingering contact left me dying for more.

  “You guys had better stop that or you’re going to make me horny,” I joked.

  “Isn’t that the whole idea?” Pat asked. “It’s the best feeling in the world, no?”

  “It’s not fair,” I joked. “You have Serina. I’m solo.”

  “Well, we might have to fix that for you,” Serina added.

  I couldn’t tell if she meant to fix me up with someone or if she wanted me. The anticipation was driving me crazy.

  After dinner, Pat brought in the pastries with some Sambuca. She said she liked the Sicilian liquor after a good Italian meal. She said it made her feel like an actual Italian. While we sat sipping Sambuca and eating the succulent pastries, Pat reached into a drawer and pulled out a very old wooden cigar box. To my added surprise and much to my delight, she pulled out a joint. I could barely believe my eyes when she lit it up and offered it to me. I was already buzzed from the wine and liquor but I figured, what the hell? When in Patricia’s version of Rome—

  “You cool, Cody?” she asked.

  “Yeah, hell yeah!” I said. “It’s been a while but I enjoy a good smoke now and again.”

  “We try to make it a one-night-per-week habit. Only on Wednesdays after pasta,” Serina added.

  “Well, what the hell? I’m game,” I smiled.

  If I was tortured and threatened with death, I could not tell what led us to the next sequence of events. Serina and Patricia began making out right in front of the fireplace while I sat on the floor just inches away from them. I had a weird flashback of Karen and Renee in the woods when I was a kid, passing the peppermint Life Saver. Patricia slowly and passionately kissed Serina on the mouth, then on the chin, then on her statuesque neck. Serina let her head fall back, her hair touching the soles of her feet as she sat on her knees. I could feel her warm breath and it made my loins catch fire. I loved watching them love each other.

  My little head started thinking for the big one and he began to swell uncontrollably at the melding of the most beautiful but opposite forms of the female body I had ever seen. I watched intently as Pat untied the front of Serina’s kimono and let her beautiful, pointed breasts fall out one at a time. She cupped one in her palm and began rotating her long pink tongue around Serina’s light brown nipples. Instantly Serina’s nipple became erect, standing at attention like a new eraser on a pencil. The scene was a far cry from Casablanca and more resembled Caligula. I was entranced watching Patricia make love to Serina. Halfway between ecstasy and curiosity, I wanted to know exactly what Pat did to make Serina tingle and took a leap of faith.

  “How does she taste?” I asked nervously.

  “Like cotton candy.” Pat smiled, never taking her attention away from her seductive activity.

  “My God, I love it when you do that,” Serina moaned. “Don’t stop, baby.”

  As she licked and sucked Serina’s perfectly shaped nipple into her mouth gently, Patricia gazed at me with a sultry and sinister look with her half-closed and passi
onate eyes. She looked almost as if she wanted me to learn from her. Like she was teaching me some secret on how to please her captive trophy girlfriend.

  Just then, Serina glanced over her shoulder at me with the same sultry passion in her eyes. Slowly she lifted her delicate hand and curled her index finger at me, beckoning me towards them. I felt as if I was being pulled by a mysterious force that I was unable to resist. I crawled on all fours towards the sirens as they writhed in ecstasy before my eyes.

  “Come here, little boy,” Serina purred.

  As I reached them, Patricia removed my horn-rimmed glasses and offered me the ample succulent breast she had been devouring. She held the back of my head and the fullness of Serina’s heavy breast in her hand, directing the nipple into my mouth. The taste of Patricia’s saliva mixed with the lilac perfume Serina wore was titillating. I felt as if the short-haired nursing student was teaching me how to suckle and breastfeed. It was marvelous and sexy watching Serina’s nipple respond to my touch. Pat’s delicate touch and passionate patience enthralled me. I was completely at her command.

  “That feels nice,” Serina purred. “Pat’s a good teacher, huh?”

  “Very good.” I smiled while nibbling her amazingly hard nipple.

  I watched as Patricia slowly opened Serina’s robe all the way and Serina extended her legs out in front of her, reclined back on her hands, and spread her well-defined stems, allowing Pat to kneel between them. Serina gently grabbed the back of my head, arched her back, and pushed my mouth back down onto her soft fragrant breasts. I eagerly obeyed and watched out of the corner of my eye the amazing dexterity and passion with which Patricia went down on Serina. She parted her delicate pink labia with her tongue, licking and slurping gently from the base of her vagina up to her clitoris. Serina moaned deeply as her girlfriend revealed even more secrets to opening the gates to heaven. Serina gasped in ecstasy.

  “Don’t stop, right there, don’t….”

  She threw her head back, her long dark hair glistening from the firelight, her abdominal muscles rippling as her hips ground into Patricia’s nimble tongue and lips. Still suckling on her swollen nipples, I watched Patricia. Her technique was astounding. My manhood was so hard and erect I could actually feel the drips of clear pre-come dribble from the head, could have literally exploded right then and there.

  But the girls had more in mind for me.

  Connected to Serina’s pulse through her nipples and paying such close attention to Patricia’s oral talent, I noticed she brought Serina to the edge of orgasm at least twice over the course of fifteen minutes. Her clear love juice lubricated Pat’s lips and tongue like a glazed doughnut. By the third time she brought her to the brink, Pat slowly stood up and began to undress, revealing her semi-masculine body underneath. She looked like a sexy young man with a sprinkle of woman in all the right places. Serina moaned impatiently now that her sweet pink taco was left unattended but she seemed to know what was coming next before I did.

  “We want to play with you, Cody. Will you let us?” Pat asked.

  “Yeah, let me see that bulge you’re hiding in your pants,” Serina added. “It’s been a long time since we had one of those, huh?” She glanced at Pat’s lazy eyes filled with sex and decadence.

  “Yes, it has. I’m looking forward to tasting him. How about you?” A sinister smile grew on her lips as they pulled me towards them by my belt, giggling like naughty schoolgirls.

  Pat had me stand in front of the fire while Serina watched her completely disrobe me. Pat seemed quite impressed with the size of my unit and stroked it gently with the same dexterity with which she had touched Serina’s vagina. Tingles ran up my spine as she let her fingers dance up and down my throbbing shaft. She motioned to Serina to turn over on all fours.

  “I love you from behind, baby,” she purred.

  Her tone was surreal as she offered me up as a love gift to Serina, now on all fours like a magnificent thoroughbred positioned before me.

  Serina pushed her soft, round bottom back towards me. My aching rod throbbed with each beat of my heart as the head protruded proudly from under my foreskin. Her ass was amazingly round and firm as I grabbed it with both hands. The glistening of her pussy lips told me that heaven was just seconds away. Pat pulled me gently by the shaft of my throbbing cock and I fell to my knees right between Serina’s spread legs. Kneeling beside us, Pat pulled my aching rod closer to Serina’s love tunnel.

  “I want him inside me so badly,” Serina moaned, looking over her shoulder at Pat, who was in total control of both of us.

  “Don’t worry, baby, I have a special surprise for you.” Pat inserted a finger into her mouth to moisten it with her saliva.

  Positioned doggy style, Pat pressed the blood engorged head of my rod to Serina’s soft, wet, and swollen pink lips. Guiding me by the shaft, she placed her hand on my buns and slowly pressed my bulbous head to Serina’s beautiful vaginal lips. Simultaneously, she pushed her wet finger slowly inside Serina’s tiny pink asshole. The double penetration made her pussy snap around my shaft as I felt Pat’s finger pushing against me through Serina’s ass. If not for the sheer shock of what was happening I would have came instantly. Luckily I held on until Pat successfully inserted my throbbing rod into Serina’s wondrous love tunnel. She slowly pushed my shaft deeper and deeper into Serina. I had no control and let Pat use me like a tool as she pleasured her partner with my manhood sinking my cock to the hilt deep inside her. Serina backed into me like a hunger raged inside her.

  “Holy Christ,” Serina moaned. “I’m coming…I can’t believe I’m—”

  She exploded all over me as Pat pumped her finger viciously in and out of her, timing my pumping so it alternated between anal and vaginal penetration. I never saw a woman ejaculate before. It was beautiful and marvelous all at once. Her forceful orgasm made me want to shoot my pearls all over her back, but I held on as much as I could to save myself for later.

  Pat continued to pump my hips, plunging my rigid pole in and out of Serina’s love box. Serina reached between her knees with one of her delicate hands and began massaging herself slowly. I could feel her alternating between grasping my shaft to feel it penetrate her from the outside to her clit. As her breathing became more erratic, Patricia began pushing me into Serina faster and deeper. It was almost as if she was using me as a human sex toy to please her partner. I felt Serina grasp my testicles, squeezing them gently, then quickly switching back to her clit. In seconds I felt the walls of her vagina tighten around my now massive pole.

  “Faster, baby,” Serina begged. “Make it faster,” she told Pat. “I’m going to come again!”

  “Oh God, I love you, baby.” Pat leaned forward to kiss Serina on the mouth. I grabbed her around the waist from behind to stabilize myself as she began convulsing uncontrollably, spilling warm fluid all over me again.

  The clear warm fluid bathed my crotch and drizzled inside her silken thighs as she exploded in ejaculation. I never experienced a female orgasm so strongly and just the sight of it put me over the edge. Patricia sensed my impending release, quickly grabbing the base of my shaft and pinching it off. She pulled me out of the soft warm haven of Serina’s love nest and began to stroke the full length of my throbbing love muscle.

  “Not yet, baby.” She looked at me with those sultry green eyes again. “I wanna make it shoot. I love the way it feels in my hands.”

  In a split second I shot off uncontrollably, bathing Serina’s buttocks and back with sticky, white hot semen. I shot so hard several squirts shot past her head as she threw her hair over her shoulder to watch the show.

  “My God!” Pat moaned. “I fucking love it! So much power, so beautiful. Shoot, baby, shoot!”

  Patricia stroked my shooting cannon with much precision, better than I could achieve myself. With each wave she slid her fist down to the base of my shaft and squeezed delicately to follow the next shot to the tip, giving the impression that either she had her own penis or really admired mine. Her touch
was amazing. Collapsing in a pile of sex, I rolled over on my back, arms behind my head, semi-flaccid penis lying on my stomach, and breathed deeply. Basking in the warmth of their love, I watched as they kissed passionately while reaching over my naked abdomen.

  “I told you he would be great, didn’t I?” Patricia looked deeply into Serina’s eyes.

  “I thought so too, but I didn’t think he would feel that amazing. His tool fit me perfectly.” Serina shot me a sly look. “I think I’ll keep him.”

  “Maybe next time I’ll tie a red ribbon around it and give it to you for a birthday present,” Pat joked as she lifted my heavy, spent cock in her hand. “It’s so friggin’ thick.” She weighed it as she lifted it off my stomach. “Where’d you get it from?”

  “Amazing, just amazing,” Serina said, lowering her soft lips to it and placing a succulent kiss, with a little tongue, right on the head. “It’s my new favorite toy!”

  “You know, for two ladies who are so much in love, it’s surprising to see you worship cock so much.”

  “Well, Cody, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do sometimes, you know?” Pat joked.

  “I’m just happy to be the thing the girl’s gotta do it with.” I laughed. “They wouldn’t make so much fun of me if they could see me now, huh?”

  “Who makes fun of you?” Patricia raised herself off the carpet. “I’ll kick their asses!” She puffed out her chest like a guy in a bar fight, then deflated it with a laugh.

  “I guess being a nerd in nursing school has it perks, huh?”

  We shared a collective laugh as I poked fun at myself.

  I wanted the night to last forever but, as most good things do, it ended. I was not only infatuated with both of them, they were equally excited to have me at their beck and call. We progressed from Wednesday night pasta dinners to moving in together, studying, and graduating together, and we were lucky enough to get hired at the same hospital. Unhappy people sometimes despise happy people, so to avoid unnecessary complications keep our wonderful existence a secret. And we found out last week that we may be expecting!