Crazy For A Geek Girl: A Lesbian Romance Page 4

  “Come over here,” Henry half-whined at me, smiling, her legs kicking a bit back and forth. “And get undressed like me.”

  I followed her command, stepping further into the room, untying my lounge pants and letting them fall to my ankles. Underneath I had made sure to put on some nice panties when I changed earlier, wearing a dark purple thong as I slinked toward the bed. Next I lifted my tank off my torso, flipping it away as I removed it from my head, revealing my chest for Henry to see. She watched me with a curious smile, an inviting smile, and I mounted the bed and crawled in her direction.

  We collided into one another once again, warm skin melting together, arms wrapping around, lips meeting. I was overjoyed by this arousing cupidity, letting my hands do the talking for me as I explored along Henry’s torso, her chest and pierced nipples, and even moving a hand between her legs to grope at her womanhood through the attenuate material of her panties. I laid half on top of her, half to her side, the two of us lustily searching each other with nimble fingers, our lips hotly and moistly pushing together.

  I felt Henry’s hand move down my backside, graze over the thin waistband of my panties, and plug a single finger into the string of my thong. She moved her finger downward, causing the string to lift out from my crack, and she just simply moved her finger slowly up and down along the stretchiness of the string as we fervently kissed.

  “I’m crazy about you,” I sighed between kisses, instantly feeling self-conscious by my impulsive pillow talk. But Henry just giggled and cooed, rubbing her body into mine, our chests pushed together, our joint arousal growing.

  “Hey Netty,” she murmured, removing her finger from my thong string and gently placing her hands on my sides. “I’ve got a secret for you.”

  “Yeah?” I said, leaning down and kissing her neck tenderly.

  “I’m really good at going down here,” she said, on the word “here” her fingers slithered between my legs and gave me a light pinch through the fabric of my panties. “Will you let me?”

  “I would love that,” I said, pulling away from her and rolling over onto my back. Henry eagerly leapt up from her laying position, sitting next to me on her knees, her hands making their way to the elastic band of my thong.

  “Let me take these off,” she said, taking hold of my panties and beginning to slip them off my hips. Henry slowly pulled the small article of clothing down my thighs and then off my feet, giving them an absentminded toss as she returned her attention to my body.

  “I’m a little prickly down here,” I said, running my fingers through my own bush. I had gotten into the habit of shaving myself completely, despite my usual lack of romance, but my fur had grown out a bit over the past week or so and rather than being longer and soft or shaved bald, I was worried that I was a bit too bristly between my thighs.

  “That’s okay,” said Henry with a grin. She slipped her fingers into her own panties and tilted the front forward to reveal her pubic hair, bushy and full. “I just edge mine and keep the rest as nature intended.” I laughed softly, reaching my hand out and running my fingers through her brown fur. I could feel some of her hair wetly matted down from when I had fondled her through her panties earlier.

  “All right,” I said, feeling a chill run up my back, wrapping my arms around myself and hugging. “Show me what you’ve got.” My comfort level was increasing with Henry. I felt relaxed with her, open, knowing that she would accept most anything I threw at her. It was her own comfort with herself that inspired a similar comfort in me. Henry nodded energetically at my proposal and climbed around me, positioning herself between my legs as I widened myself to let her have her way.

  I felt her palm beginning to massage over my pussy mound, gliding up and down. The ball of her hand rubbed against my moistening lips and slipped upwards along my slit, her fingertips moving over my short fur. I sighed contently and gripped myself tighter in an embrace.

  “You have a beautiful pussy,” Henry ruminated aloud, still gingerly massaging me with her warm hand. “Your little labia peeking out from your lips just so.” As she said this, her fingers gave my inner labia a soft squeeze and a tug. I felt positively spongey between my legs, wet from Henry’s attention, and blowing up on the inside with feelings of intense longing.

  “Ooh,” I softly moaned at Henry’s touch. She traced a single finger over my moistened slit, sliding up and down along it, tenderly parting my lips with the length of her finger and gently fondling me. I couldn’t help but close my eyes, a marching band going off inside my head with how great my arousal was getting. It had been too long since I had sexual attention like this and I was positively bursting with yearning for Henry. She drove me wild in all her geeky glory.

  “So pretty,” she cooed at me. Then I felt a sudden rush of warmth, Henry’s face moving in close to my pussy, her finger still manipulating my aching lips. I cried out an excited groan as I felt her mouth wetly push up against my pussy lips, her tongue sneak out and give me a slow lick, and then plant a sweet kiss on my clit. The anticipation for this moment had been intense and as it came to fruition I felt almost as though I could climax right then and there. I certainly had some pent up sexual aggressions that desperately needed to be released.

  Henry’s mouth settled on top of my clit, slurping at my wetness, offering me tender little sucks. Her finger continued to indolently fondle me, coaxing my pussy to become creamy with excitement, and then finally she pressed against me with a firm motion, parted my lips around her finger, and entering me with ease.

  “Oh God,” I groaned, my ass twisting slightly against the sheets below. My inner thighs had grown humid and sweaty, my heart raced, my breathing was growing laborious. I could feel Henry’s methodical licks at my clit, interspersed with tender sucking. The panting sounds coming from my own gaping mouth were punctuated by the sporadic slurps and suckles of Henry attending to my moistness.

  Henry paused for a breath, letting her cheek rest against my lower stomach and just watch, her penetrating finger sliding out of me and deftly moving up and down through my slit until it settled on my clit, giving me quick little circle rubs and sending my head swimming.

  I opened my eyes for a moment and looked down the length of my naked body at her and I reached out, running my fingers through her soft brown tendrils, letting her hair move through the spaces between my fingers, lovingly petting her as I enjoyed her sensual assiduity. She was wonderful. So cute and caring, so pretty and puckish, so geeky and gleeful. Although I wanted to continue watching, I once more felt Henry’s lips meet with my clit and I dropped my head back to the pillows with a pleasured moan, tightly closing my eyes, and widening my legs further for her in exhilaration.

  As the pleasure mounted, my hips started to slowly lift up off the bed and then fall back down, Henry’s head moving along with me. She kept one hand on my side, the other penetrating me with a single gliding finger, and her mouth aligned to my clit. I felt fuzzy, dizzy, drunk, a tickle growing in my midsection. I felt my lower half compress and release, squeeze and relax. Although I was definitely moaning, it was like my ears had gone deaf for a moment as my hips thrust upwards and my body clenched. None of this deterred Henry, however, as her attention was steady and true.

  “Oh fuck,” I exclaimed, my fingers threaded into Henry’s hair, giving her a bit of a tug. The floodgates opened and my pleasure came spilling out. I could see little twinkles behind my eyelids, almost as though someone had knocked me over the head with a plank of wood, giddy and groggy and bewildered, unable to control the various squirms and wiggles of my climaxing body. “I’m coming,” I murmured out reflexively as my body swiftly shifted to one side and then the other. I heard the subtle softness of a laugh come from between my legs.

  I wriggled through my orgasm and Henry lifted her head up from my lower half, eyes up at me, watching me as I came, her wet fingers gently petting my pussy lips in a tender and loving gesture. The smile on her face indicated her happiness at how well she had driven me to this summit
of passion.

  Once my body slowed in it’s automatic, writhing motions, Henry slithered up the length of me and laid down against me, our flesh mingling, her hand remaining on my pussy and continuing to stroke me. With each caress and I felt a shockwave course through me and I giggled with delight, softening into that familiar post-coital daze. I wrapped an arm around Henry and pulled her close.

  “You weren’t kidding,” I whispered, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to steady my breath. “Oh my God, that was just… amazing.”

  “You tasted really good,” said Henry, licking her lips and wiping at her mouth a bit with the back of her hand. “Botanical, really.” I laughed at her description.

  “Botanical?” I repeated. “I don’t think anybody has ever called my pussy botanical before.”

  “Well, it is,” she cooed, giving me another delicate rub with her soaked fingers. I squirmed and squeaked.

  “I want to taste you,” I said, my fingers prying at her little pink panties, eager to please her now with a revitalized sense of purpose.

  “Let’s cuddle for a moment,” said Henry, burrowing against me contentedly with a sweet sigh. I was so happy to be lying there in bed with her. I never wanted our lovemaking to end.

  As we relaxed there together, our breathing become syncopated, a gentle sense of calm washing over the two of us, Henry rolled away from me slightly and moved her hands down along her body until she reached the band of her panties. She shimmied her panties over her butt, down her thighs, and then kicked them off her feet. I couldn’t help but watch intently as she got naked. With a grin on her face, turning toward me slightly, one hand placed on her own bush and petting herself, she spoked up in a lusty whisper.

  “Okay Netty,” she said. “Your turn.”

  *

  Monday at work I couldn’t think straight. My mind was focused only on Henry. I was blown over, infatuated, near obsessed with her. I even thought for a moment that I could call up our IT firm with a fake problem and request her to come over and visit me. Of course, I knew it would have been one of our usual consultants who’d come by, but in my daydream it would be Henry and we’d close my office door and make love right there on my desk.

  Although I spent much of the day staring at my spreadsheets, clicking through the client database, shuffling papers around, I couldn’t really keep my attention on my various tasks. It only made my work pile up higher. That text I had received on Saturday when I was with Henry was about a potential new client, a very large pension fund that was looking to invest with our approach. It was exciting and important, something that could make our company a lot of money. I mean, when you take 1% in expenses from a billion dollar fund, you do pretty well. But I just couldn’t get my mind off of my encounter with Henry. I felt my heart rate increase just thinking about her.

  With my head in my hands, elbows propped on my desk, blankly staring into the screen, my coworker Kate slipped undetected into my office. I didn’t notice her until she gently knocked on the metal doorframe.

  “Hey Netty,” she said. “You awake?”

  “What?” I said, shaking my head and then looking past my screen and seeing her. “Oh. Kate. I’m sorry. What’s up?”

  “Are you okay?” she asked, coming further into my office and bracing herself against one of my guest chairs. “You’ve been off in the clouds all day.”

  “I’m all right,” I said, trying to be reassuring. “Just a long weekend.”

  “Tell me about it,” said Kate, shaking her head and widening her eyes in familiarity. “Sunday brunch turned into an all day bender for me,” she joked. “By the time I stumbled into bed Sunday night, my head was spinning as my husband totally railed me. I mean, I was so close to passing out with him still inside me.”

  “TMI, Kate,” I said, feeling a grin build on my face. Kate was funny and I enjoyed her company at work.

  “Sorry,” she said with a laugh. “I’m just reminiscing out loud.” She looked down to her watch and hummed a bit. “It’s near quitting time, want to go get a glass of wine or something? I could use it after nursing this hangover all day.”

  “No,” I said softly. “I’m trying to, um, abstain.”

  “Abstain?” she said almost incredulously. “Good luck. With this new pension account coming in soon, I’m going to be under too much pressure. Need my wine!”

  “Yeah,” I mused defeatedly.

  “Well, get your shit together,” said Kate finally, getting to the point of her visit. “Everyone’s been like, ‘what’s up with Netty?’ today and you need to turn it around,” she said. “We’re relying on you to lead the presentation for our department.”

  “I know,” I said. “I’m just kind of…” I said, trailing off. I looked past Kate to make sure nobody else was milling around outside of my office. “Lovestruck.”

  “Oh stop!” said Kate with an animated face. “You found a little slit to lick?” She grinned at her lesbian joke.

  “You’re lucky that we’re so close,” I said. “Don’t say that to any lesbian you just met.” Her laughter bordered on cackling as she got a rise out of her own perceived hilarity.

  “Don’t worry about me, Netty,” she said. “I stopped caring about being offensive a long time ago.”

  “Will you close my door?” I asked. “I just don’t want anybody to hear about this.”

  “Okay,” she said, nodding, her face scrunching like she inferred something was wrong. She walked in her heels over to the door and shut it, then turning and walking back toward my desk and taking a seat in front of me. “Spill your guts.”

  “I did find a slit to lick,” I said, trying to stifle my smile. “This chick is driving me bonkers. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

  “That’s awesome!” said Kate. “I’m so happy for you. It’s been too long since you were involved with someone. What’s she like?”

  “So that’s where it gets a little troublesome,” I said. “This girl — I mean, this young woman — is kind of related to our company in a way.”

  “Nasty,” she said with a devilish smirk. “You’re bad, Netty.”

  “No, I’m serious,” I said. “She’s, well, part of our IT team.”

  “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, bringing her hand up to her mouth and gasping. “She’s a geek!”

  “Yeah, sorta,” I said. “I’m less concerned about that and more concerned about the whole conflict of interest thing. You know, dating one of our contractors?”

  “Oh yeah,” said Kate, leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, that’s bad. But I mean, this is the girl who was in here last Friday night?” she asked. “Mousy brown hair, big black glasses.”

  “Yeah, that’s her,” I said.

  “Netty,” said Kate, leveling with me. “That girl’s a geek. You’re a pretty young woman with a job in finance who attended an Ivy League school and was in one of the most exclusive sororities on campus,” she said, smiling like I was nuts. “I know it’s silly to take all that college bullshit with you into the real world, but well, it sort of does translate to the real world.”

  I felt myself getting a little upset by Kate. She had always struck me as a good friend at work, someone who reminded me of my friends from the past, someone who could make me laugh like I used to. But as she continued to speak, all of these positives I had felt slowly began to morph into negatives.

  “Have you tried meeting someone through a professional mixer?” Kate continued on, an almost pitying look on her face. “Maybe you could meet someone further along in their career like yourself.”

  “This isn’t why I brought this up to you, Kate,” I said, feeling myself shake a little bit with adrenaline. Here I was, finally feeling happy and positive about a relationship, and Kate was trying to bring me down. “I’m worried about the implications. The conflict of interest,” I said. “I like how geeky this girl is.”

  “Really?” she said incredulously. “C’mon Netty.” She just couldn’t let it go. I knew there was no use fight
ing it. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that people like Kate were the exact type of people I was trying to get away from. Snarky, negative, judgmental. And it was people like Henry, people who were comfortable with themselves, accepting, unflappable, that I was really beginning to gravitate towards.

  “Just follow me for a second,” I said. “Do you think this would cause a problem at work? The fact that she’s a contractor we hire?”

  “Well,” said Kate, averting her eyes, tilting her head. “I mean, yeah, I could see it being an issue. What if the relationship goes south and you’ve got to see her at work?”

  “True,” I admitted.

  “Or, like, she gets pissed at you for some reason and screws with our computers,” continued Kate. “Yeah, it’s probably not an advisable thing.”

  “Should I talk to Levi about it?” I asked with caution.

  “Oh my God, no,” said Kate. “Do you think Levi wants to be bothered by something like this? I mean, first, he’d say not to do it. And second, he’d probably give you shit for talking about something other than the financial markets.”

  “All right,” I said solemnly. “Maybe I’ll talk to Trevor.”

  “He would be the one to talk to,” said Kate. “He’s COO after all. But still, I wouldn’t even bring it up with him. I think your best bet is to just forget about this and find someone else.” Kate pushed the chair back and stood up, indicating our conversation was over. “Classic conflict of interest. Plus, Netty, you know you could find some ultra girly lipstick lesbian who’s more in tune with your lifestyle.”

  “I guess,” I said.

  “Get your focus back,” she said, meandered toward the door. She opened the door a crack and turned back to look at me. “It’s going to be a busy week.”