Nerdgasm (JenLisa)

Chapter 10

Jennie

Excitement over my night in with Lisa has been bubbling all day, and I feel like my body is ready to float or combust. I'm primped, spritzed, shaved, and buffed to within an inch of my life, and I've finally decided on an outfit. My clothes are cute but not cute enough they scream I want to seduce you; my low-cut tank shows off the girls, and my yoga pants are easy access and do great things for my legs and butt. We agreed to takes things slow, and while things have been wonderful the past few weeks, I'm ready to take things to the next level. I don't expect us to have s*x, but I really want to explore her body. On the off chance my clothes come off, I want to be ready.

With each date we have, my desire to see Lisa and get to know her better amplifies. I appreciate how great she's being at respecting me, but I'm dying for her to maybe respect me a little less physically. We haven't passed first base, so we've done nothing but kiss. While the kissing gets better and better—God, can she kiss—I'm primed and set to hit the ball into the outfield and round some damn bases. At this stage, I don't need much. If anything, I'd like to show her how much I've appreciated everything she's done for me the past few weeks.

I'm swiping on some lip balm when I hear the doorbell ring, and I rush over to the door, eager to get naughty with my sexy nerd. We haven't established what we are or where things are going yet, but Lisa is definitely mine; she just doesn't know it yet. I run to answer the door and launch myself at her, and her arms wrap around my body and hold me close.

"That's some greeting," she whispers against my neck, and I can feel her smile against my skin. She presses her lips more firmly against me, and a delicious shiver runs up my spine and make my n*****s pucker.

"I missed you," I admit, my voice slightly muffled by her shoulder.

She pulls back, and before I can lament the loss of contact, she takes my lips in a heated kiss that shows me how much she missed me as well. As her mouth owns mine, her hands run up and down my back before finally landing on my butt. Her touch feels tentative at first, but she tightens her grip with a groan as our kiss deepens, and I feel myself get wet at the contact.

Down, girl, I think to myself. I'm excited for her hands to roam even more, but we need to make it inside first. I come back up for air and give her a playful kiss on the nose before throwing her words back at her. "That's some greeting."

"In case you couldn't tell, I missed you too." I've noticed her stutter is less pronounced the more time we spend together, and while I'm happy it means she is more comfortable around me, I miss hearing the endearing sound.

She sets me back down on the ground, and we smile like goobers as we head into my apartment. My eyes drink her in, and my mouth waters because she can rock a t-shirt and jeans better than anyone I've ever met.

We quickly settle ourselves onto the couch, and I curl my body against her, making sure to maximize the amount of physical contact between us.

"What do you feel like watching?"

"Whatever you want, hot stuff." It's not like we'll be watching it for long. After all, the whole point of Netflix and chill is to fool around during the movie.

"I was thinking we could watch Justice League, unless you've seen it already or don't want to watch it. I remember you mentioning how much you love the guy who plays the Flash. By the way, Rosé says you're crazy for preferring him to Aquaman."

"Ezra Miller?" Oh, yeah, I love my nerds. "Rosé can have Aquaman and all his smoldering intensity. Not only is the Flash fun, his personality is great, but he's still got nothing on you."

"Thank you." Lisa looks both pleased and sheepish at my words, and I can't help but lean in and press a quick peck to her warm cheek.

"Justice League sounds great, though. Start it up."

Lisa presses play, and my anticipation starts to ratchet up further now that the movie is playing. Fifteen minutes into the movie, and my anticipation turns into confusion because we're still only watching the movie. I'm honestly not paying any attention, but I can see Lisa is genuinely following along with the movie. Figuring she must be shy, I feign a yawn and arch my back in an exaggerated motion that thrusts my breasts out so they brush against her arm. I see her tense at the contact, but she keeps her eyes on the screen.

Twenty-five minutes in, and I try to divert her attention again. I rotate my body so I'm facing her more and wrap one of my arms around her and grip her arm; this gives me the chance to run my fingers up the firm muscle and also serves to plump my cleavage, which is definitely in her line of sight.

Thirty minutes in, and I can feel her breathing turn shallow since I'm basically plastered to her side like a spider monkey. I chance a glance up at her from under my lashes, and I'm pleased to see she's definitely forgotten about the movie. Her gaze is zeroed in on my cleavage; she doesn't even notice I've caught her looking, that's how intent her stare is. I smile at this revelation and have to stop myself from gasping when I let my eyes travel down her chest and to her lap.

My mouth begins to water at the sight of her jean-clad erection, which looks surprisingly big. I figured she'd be sizable considering her height, but the thick outline straining against her jeans is downright impressive. Unable to help myself, I place the hand not circling her arm on her thigh, which causes me to face her more fully. I look up, and her gaze is no longer on my chest. Rather, her eyes are trained on her lap where my hand is slowing inching toward her d**k.

"Jennie?" she gasps in question.

I don't answer. Instead, I continue to move my hand. Lisa's sharp intake of breath greets my ears as I move ever closer, and a low hiss escapes her when I finally brush against her erection. My own breathing grows ragged as I move my hand back and forth over the hard ridge.

"Je-jennie?" she tries again, and this time she places her hand on mine to stop my movements.

I drag my eyes back to her, and her expression looks as wild as I feel. "Yes, Lisa?"

"W-what are y-you d-d-doing?" Her stutter is back in full force, and I grin at the sound.

"I'm making you feel good. Didn't that feel good?" She gives me a jerky nod in response, and the affirmation bolsters my desire even more. "I know we said we'd take things slow, but I want to take things to the next level. Is that okay? You can say no if it isn't, and we can stop." I don't look away as our eyes lock because I want her to see how sincere I am.

"Y-yes." She looks torn, and there's something else in her gaze I can't decipher. "I m-mean, n-no." She pauses and takes a deep breath before clarifying. "Y-yes, it's okay. N-no, we d-don't have to st-stop." She removes her hand from over mine before asking, "Wh-what do you have in mind?"

I smile at her question and lean in to give her a kiss instead of answering. The kiss starts off sweet like all the others, but it quickly turns into something hotter. I swing my leg over her lap to straddle her, eager to press the part of me desperate for attention against the part of her I am dying to see. This seems to jolt Lisa into action, and I feel my panties soak through when her hungry mouth assaults mine.

Lisa's lips are aggressive, and my head tilts back when she moves her focus from my mouth to my neck. She's sucking and licking the long column of my throat, and I moan because it feels so damn good to finally have her mouth on me. While her mouth is aggressive, her hands are moving over my body in gentle sweeps. She runs them over my back, and I feel like crying tears of joy when she finally glides them up my stomach and over my breasts. Her touch is soft and doesn't stray under my shirt, and her fingers soon find the tight buds of my n*****s, which she circles and lightly squeezes.

Her tender ministrations on my breasts soon have me panting for more, so I pull away from her drugging kisses and make quick work of removing my top. Lisa's eyes widen appreciatively at the sight of my heaving chest, but she seems to be lost in the visual since her hands remain loosely at my hips. With my hands guiding her, I grab them and drag them up my stomach to where I need her touch right now.

"You can touch me," I whisper, the squeeze of my hands over her punctuating the permission I'm giving her.

My words spur her to action, and she starts to rub and caress me of her own volition. Much like her kisses, her touch starts off tentative, as if she's learning me and what I like. I get lost in the sensation of her patient exploration, but she soon becomes emboldened by my gasps of encouragement. Her grip becomes more substantial on my skin, and my eyes flutter closed when one hand tweaks a n****e under my bra while her mouth exposes the other n****e and laves it eagerly with her soft tongue.

I grind against her with a calculated twist of my hips, and she throws her head back on a groan. I take advantage of her exposed throat and mimic the attention she gave me moments ago on her own neck. She bucks up against me in response, and I whimper at the hard pressure of her against my center. My curiosity to see her wins, and I move my kisses lower. I fist my hands in her shirt as I kiss down her chest and abs, and her breathing starts to come out in loud pants the lower I go. I don't waste time when I get to her zipper, and soon my hand is wrapping around her hot length and pulling her free from her boxers.

"Lisa," I gasp in appreciation and wonder. "Your d**k is perfect." She's long, hard, and smooth, and she's thick enough that I know I'll have to stretch a little to take her whenever we go all the way. A pearly drop of precum glistens at the tip, and I lean over to lick it up. When I look up, her eyes are hot on mine, and her hands are fisted at her sides. "I want to make you feel good."

A strangled groan is all I hear before I lean back in and show her with my mouth just how much I like her.

Lisa

Hot.

Wet.

Suction.

My mind can't wrap around how good it feels to have Jennie's mouth on me—in an area that's never known a woman's hands or mouth before—but my body sure loves it. Kissing Jennie and seeing her without her shirt on is intense, but getting my first blow job has launched my nervous system into a whole other realm of sensation.

Sweat starts to bead at the base of my neck, my body rebelling at my inner determination not to come. I don't realize my eyes are tightly shut until I pry them open and stare at Jennie, my lids heavy. She's staring up at me as she caresses and kisses and licks and sucks my d**k, her gorgeous brown eyes filled with naughty intent and joy. My fists are balled and my fingernails are digging into my palms. The slight sting grounds me and keeps me from focusing on the magic happening in my lap, though it's a struggle not to succumb to how good it feels.

Jennie's bobbing up and down, and her fist is squeezed around the base of my d**k, pumping for all it's worth as her mouth continues to move. Her eyes start to flutter closed, and her groan causes a vibration to ripple up and down my length. I continue to watch her with bated breath, and any chance I had of lasting any longer goes up in smoke when I see her other hand moving quickly between her legs.

"O-oh," I gasp, my eyes glued to where she's touching herself. My own fingers twitch in response; I can't wait until I get the chance to touch her intimately.

"Mmm," she hums again, and the jolt of pleasure from her mouth and the erotic visual in front of me is about to push me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten in readiness.

"I'm going to c-come, Jennie." My words are pained, the pleasure is so intense.

Instead of popping off like I expect, she groans again and bobs up and down at a faster pace, confident in her abilities. This girl is unbelievable. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she pulls her other hand from between her legs and brings them to my balls. She grasps them lightly, rolls them between her fingers, and tugs on them, and I can feel the wetness of her arousal on the sensitive skin there. I don't stand a chance; between that and the slick warmth of her mouth, I come long and hard, the intensity of my orgasm causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. She keeps her mouth suctioned around my d**k the entire time, and once I'm replete, I can feel myself jerk at the sensitivity.

With a smile and a featherlight kiss to the tip, Jennie finally leans back and smiles up at me triumphantly. "I'd ask how I did, but judging from what just happened and your expression, I'd say I did a damn good job."

I'm breathing hard, but a chuckle manages to escape at her words. I tuck myself back into my boxers and pants before pulling her up and into my lap, her legs straddling me once again.

"Thank you," I whisper against her neck as I give her a hug.

"Anytime, Lisa. Seriously, anytime. I might be at risk of getting ad-d**k-ted to you." She chuckles. "I'm sure you've heard that before, but I mean it."

A blush heats up my skin, and I'm glad she can't see it while we embrace. "I haven't h-heard it b-before."

"Then the other girls you've been with are crazy. Lucky for me, though."

Her fingers are running a path up and down my back on either side of my spine, and I feel myself relax into her touch, even though I'm nervous at what I'm about to say.

"I have a c-confession." My words come out shaky. "There have been n-no other g-girls."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm…" I take a deep breath to try and steady myself for my confession. "I'm a v-virgin. That was my f-first…y-you were my f-first b-blow job, Jennie," I admit, my words trailing off in a whisper.

Silence ensues, and my breath stays lodged in my throat as I wait for her to respond.

"A virgin?" She moves her hands up to my shoulders and pushes back from our hug so we are facing each other once again. I force myself to look her in the eyes, but instead of disappointment, I see surprise. "How is that possible?"

"I j-just n-never met anyone I w-wanted to do anything w-with. Until n-now."

Jennie stares at me for long, drawn out moments. Finally, right when I'm about to ask her to say something, she speaks. "God, I'm such an asshole, Lisa. I'm so sorry!"

"S-sorry?" An apology is the last thing I was expecting her to give. "Why?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"I basically attacked your d**k! I'm so insensitive. Oh, my God, you should've told me to stop or something. I feel terrible." She buries her face in her palms and groans.

My jaw goes slack from surprise before I gather my wits again. I reach up and gently pry her hands away from her face. "Don't, Jennie." Her eyes are downcast, so I give her a gentle nudge under the chin so she knows I want to look her in the eyes. I can feel another blush coming on. "I'm g-glad I experienced that with you. And I promise you're not an asshole."

"Promise?" Her cheeks are still tinged with her embarrassment, but I can see the hope shining in her eyes.

"Promise. I wanted it to happen. I was r-ready."

"Well, I'm honored." She smiles with gratitude before she leans in and pecks me on the lips. "Thank you for letting me share that experience with you. When you're ready for more, I'll be ready for you, Lisa."

We spend the rest of the night finishing up the movie and cuddling, but instead of losing myself in the DC Universe like I normally do, I can't help but think of next time.