Crazy For A Geek Girl: A Lesbian Romance Page 6

  “I should have done mine,” I said absentmindedly, looking down at my own mound, my hair having grown out even more since the previous time we were together.

  “I don’t mind,” said Henry, snaking her hand between my legs and plucking her fingers through my fur. “I like you anyway you come.”

  “Why do you like me?” I said songfully. “Don’t you think I’m crazy?”

  “Well, for starters,” said Henry, counting on her fingers. “You’re, like, really pretty.”

  “Stop!” I said, blushing. “C’mon.”

  “You’re like a 10 compared to me being, I dunno, like a 6,” she said, somewhat bashfully. “On the looks scale.”

  “You’re insane,” I said, giving one of her nipples a tweak and inciting a giggle out of her. “There’s no way I’m a 10 and you’re way higher than a 6.”

  “Okay, so, you’re smart,” she said, continuing her finger count. “You’re not just some airhead. You can hold a conversation.”

  “I did go to an Ivy League school,” I said with faux humility. “They don’t let just anyone in.”

  “Right,” she said, smacking my thigh. I grinded myself down on top of her, feeling my pussy wetly glide over her own smoothness. “That’s nice,” she said, squirming into it, resting her hands on my thighs now.

  “Go on,” I said. “Why else do you like me? I still don’t get it.”

  “I dunno,” said Henry, looking off. I could tell she was growing a bit serious. “I guess, well, I like you because you see me. I lot of people don’t seem to see me. I’m kinda geeky, if you didn’t catch on.”

  “I love that you’re geeky,” I said. “It’s a breath of fresh air.”

  “Yeah?” she said, her seriousness melting into delight.

  “Yeah,” I affirmed. “I like you because you’re real. You don’t put on a show. You’re just you, you’re cool with that, and screw everybody else.” I smiled down at her, feeling a closeness to her more than just purely physical. Though that was really nice, too.

  “I’m sorry I got upset earlier,” she said, almost mute. “It was a fight or flight response, and I was ready to do both.”

  “That’s okay,” I said, leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips. We hung together there momentarily, tenderly kissing, our hands exploring each other’s flesh as we ardently made out.

  “Mmm,” sighed Henry, her hands slithering up my sides until they reached my breasts, lovingly fondling, caressing, her lower half grinding upwards against me. I could tell she was feeling good, primed for sex, blithely succumbing to passion.

  “How about I lick you now?” I said softly against Henry’s lips before giving her one more short, sweet kiss.

  “Yep!” said Henry eagerly, nodding her head enthusiastically.

  I slipped down the length of Henry’s delicate body, kissing her navel, lowering, then kissing her hairless mound. While she had shaved herself clean, the tiniest amount of hair had grown back and gave my lips a bit of a prickle. I kissed around her mound for a moment, moving to her thigh, to her hip, and back again. I left subtly moist little marks with each puckered kiss.

  “I’m so ready,” cooed Henry, widening her legs, sighing happily. “I thought about you while I masturbated a couple times this week. Now I want the real thing.”

  “Oh yeah?” I said, my lips vibrating against her. I brought a hand up and began to gently massage her pussy, my fingers coursing over her wetness, tracing some glistening grool overtop of her beautiful, thin, hairless slit.

  “How does my pussy look without any hair?” Henry asked self-consciously, her eyes closed, her head falling to one side on the pillows.

  “Beautiful,” I said, giving her clit a slow, wet kiss, punctuating it with a smacking kissy sound.

  “How do I taste?” she whispered.

  Releasing my tongue, I ran it upwards over her pussy slit in a deliberate movement, collecting her creamy anointment on the tip of my tongue, tasting it further in my mouth, and once arriving at her clit with a slow slurp, I swallowed, tasting, smiling.

  “Like gardenias,” I said, moistly pressing my lips to her clit once again causing Henry to shiver.

  “Mmm,” she moaned contentedly, her legs coming up off the bed slightly, knees in the air, spread for me. “Netty, will you do something for me?”

  “Anything,” I cooed, kiss, kiss, kiss.

  “Augh,” she called, feeling my plump lips pressing into her little dewy nub. “Oh God,” she said, trying to get her bearings, the pleasure she felt quite obviously going to her head. “When you’re down there, will you… touch my… rear?”

  “Like this?” I said, drawing my moistened finger down along her slit, running it over her taint, and finally landing on her tightly crinkled dot. I rubbed her rim in a slow circle, feeling the lightness of fine sporadic hairs between her cheeks. While she had shaved herself up front, her backside still had some thin fur, an adorable neglect that I found intensely arousing.

  “Oh yes,” she declared in an ardent whine. “Mmm, I love being touched there. It’s so sensitive.”

  “You’re so cute,” I mused, rubbing my lips on her lips, the airy sweetness, the light stickiness of her pussy transferring between us. Licking my lips, I smiled, tasting again the floral sugar with just a hint of coppery bitterness. I absolutely loved the flavor of her sex. It was so intimate, so personal, so lush.

  I buried my lips into her humid slit, kissing, licking, sucking, running my tongue up and down to eagerly taste her, then giving her the shivers and shakes my using my tongue to fondle her clit. While I attended to her milky flower with my mouth, her beautiful creaminess oozing out from inside and slowly running down, I used this moisture to rub her little rear knot in tender rings, joyously feeling all of the secret folds of tightly crimped flesh, breathing in the perfumed wafts from her underside, sensing my own heart quicken its pace along with Henry’s judders and starts.

  “Fuck me,” Henry tweeted in a gentle tone, far away in a preoccupied dream, one hand resting on her breast, steadily moving up and down with her breath. My eyes aimed upward, I watched in awe as her little potbelly raised and lowered, my lips lovingly suckling on her clit. Henry was gone from this world, given in to the lustful excitation, her mind skipping stars while her body acceded to me. “Oh Netty,” she moaned, short of air. “Oh my God.”

  With her labored and methodical breathing, I felt Henry’s rear wrinkles part just slightly on each inhalation, my fingertip able to sense the very small opening of her backside fleck. I coordinated my finger with her breath and once I was sure of its timing, I eased my fingertip inside of her hole as it opened up for me. Once Henry felt this she bucked up off the bed, impossibly aroused, deep sounds emanating from her gaping mouth. I could feel her rim tighten around my finger, then loosen, and I very slowly, very carefully began to slide my finger back and forth while my lips kept focus on her sopping bloom.

  “That’s it,” she advised in a rooted sigh. “Oh, that’s so perfect.” Her face looked desperately pleasured.

  With another flick of my tongue against her clit, followed by a moist slurp, Henry started her convulsions. Her spread legs began to wriggle, one arm shot up and her hand gripped tightly to a pillow, while her other hand seized the sheets and held fast. Her midsection pumped up and down along with arduous grunting, and I could feel the rim of her ass clench against my inserted finger. Henry was coming and it spiced the aura around her pussy with a dendritic musk, causing me to go lightheaded with intoxicated passion. She was thrusting up off the bed, constricting my finger, exuding wetness, calling out my name. My heart was full, engorged, thumping with vigor inside of me. I was happy — oh God! — I was happy.

  “Oh! I’m coming!” she moaned, trying to figure out what to do with her hands. She kept one hand amid the pillows and pushed the other one down onto my head, simultaneously bracing herself on me and lovingly petting me. With a smile on my face, I slowly removed my finger from her ass and pulled my face back from he
r pussy, intent to simply watch her writhe in orgasmic delight. I lifted my head and gazed up at her, meeting her eyes, and she gave me a loopy drunk smile as her hips fitfully thrust in irregular pushes. Placing a hand on her damp thigh, I tried to calm her with my own smile, shushing her soundlessly with puckered lips, myself feeling stoned with love.

  Once Henry’s ass settled into the bed, her head rested back onto the pillows by her noodled neck, a sloppy grin across her lips, I slowly crawled up her body, sure to touch her along her midsection and sides as I moved. Reaching her face, I lowered myself down and placed a gently, adoring kiss on her mouth, a kiss that she lazily returned. I heard her softly sigh and then slither a hand upward at me and under my arm, placing it cooly against my skin.

  “Thank you,” she cooed casually. I could only imagine what was going on in her head, those little sparks of electricity, orgasmic aftershocks, one minute giving her clarity and the next minute making her lose track of time.

  “You’re welcome,” I said, nuzzling my nose into hers, kissing her once again, easing my body down into hers to wrap her in a tender cuddle.

  “I just wanna be in this bed with you forever,” mused Henry, eagerly kissing me, letting her hands traverse my body. “Oh, thank you,” she said again. The contentment was obvious on her face.

  As we lay there together in post-coital bliss, I could think of nothing else but being with Henry, my adorable geek girl, unmoved by what anyone else thought. I had spent so much time seeking a relationship that wasn’t right for me. I had become my own worst enemy. But once I was able to stop trying so hard and just let something like this happen, well, I was most certainly rewarded for my trust in the universe. With Henry and I snuggled together there in my bed, I felt a distinct change happening inside of me and I knew when I woke up the next day something would be different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, just an intuition, just a vague notion that I had transformed in some way, like I’d been living in someone else’s world for the longest time and I had finally been granted admittance to the world in which I belonged.

  I closed my eyes. The smile wouldn’t leave my face.

  *

  The next morning the two of us sat in my bed, a mug of steaming tea at the tables on either side. Henry was sitting upright, cross-legged, wearing only a little pair of green and grey striped panties that gave hint of her ass crack in the back, her small potbelly hanging over in the front just so. Her pierced breasts slightly hung down as she hunched over her laptop, fingers manipulating the keyboard and trackpad. She wore a headset over her ears, with a little microphone arm coming off of them, her glasses sliding down her nose as she stared into the laptop screen watching the colorful, cartoonish images move across the display.

  I sat upright against the pillows, my Kindle in one hand and my cup of tea now in the other. I couldn’t help but look over at her screen, watching her game as she played, interested by the focus with which she attended to it. I sipped from my tea as I watched.

  “What are you doing now?” I asked, my eyes unmoving.

  “I’m involved in a raid,” she said. “It’s a group of people, my guild, coming together for a joint mission.”

  “What’s the mission?”

  “We’re fighting through this system of caves in a mountain, Killarney Keep, to get to the boss,” she said, tapping away on her keyboard vigorously. My eyes broke from her screen for a moment to look at her chest, her beautiful tits swaying just in the slightest when her keyboard work became more heated, the little barbells at the nipples giving off the faintest of shine. I smiled happily to myself and returned my vision to her screen as she continued. “The boss is this giant ogre, just massive on screen. You’ll see.”

  “It looks like your character is off to the side from the main fight, jumping around and such,” I noticed, pointing at the laptop.

  “I’m a ‘Tree,’” she said, suddenly realizing that she was using some in-game slang. “Restoration Druid, I mean. I cast heal over time spells and keep an eye on my party over the course of the raid. Essentially, if other characters take damage I’m there to heal them.”

  “Oh, I get it,” I said with a smile. “You do look like a tree. I wasn’t sure what you were at first.”

  “Yeah,” she mused. “Small laptop screen.” Breaking her concentration she looked over to me and grinned, making a kissy face, before then returning to her task at hand.

  “So you don’t do the actual fighting?”

  “Sometimes I ‘Tank,’” she said. “Er, I go up front and fight a bit, but mostly take damage. Since I’m a skilled healer, it’s no problem to take a bunch of damage and then heal myself.”

  “This all sounds pretty involved,” I said.

  “Nah,” she said. “It’s easy to get into.”

  Setting my Kindle and tea mug down onto my bedside table, I shimmied over closer to Henry, laying behind her against the pillows, but still propped up and able to see her screen. Absentmindedly I rubbed her lower back, sometimes letting a finger drop below into the gap between her panties and rear.

  “See,” she said. “We’re coming up to the boss.”

  “He is big,” I marveled. “I mean, he takes up a huge amount of your screen.”

  “I know,” she said. “It’s much better to play on my large screen at home.”

  “So is this how you spend most of your Saturday mornings?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” said Henry, her typing becoming more intense, speedier, and her tree character bounced around the laptop display. “Really, a lot of my weekends are spent gaming. But maybe you can help change that,” she said, looking to me, giving me a doe-eyed, affectionate face, and then quickly kissing me on the lips before returning to her screen.

  “Maybe you could teach me,” I said. “We could play together.”

  “Yeah?” she said excitedly, eyes popped open. “Oh wow, yeah, that could be a lot of fun.”

  “Sure,” I said. “I could definitely use a bit of a diversion from work. It looks like there’s a lot going on in the game, and I like thinking about a lot of stuff, multitasking, all that. I could get on board with gaming.”

  “That would be so hot,” said Henry, eyes trained on her gameplay, her face twitching occasionally as something flashed on screen.

  “Yes,” I said. “But only if we break occasionally and have sex.” I traced a single finger up her back causing her a tickle. Henry squirmed and laughed.

  “Cut it out,” she giggled. “I’m playing.”

  “You’re so gorgeous,” I mused, moving my hand up to her long brown hair, bunching it up, and pulling it back in a ponytail. Her neck was pale and slender, elegant, the perfect kind of neck to plant little kisses upon. She had little smatterings of light freckles on her white shoulders.

  “Oh my God,” said Henry, shifting a little bit in her cross-legged position. “It’s like my brain is focused on the game but my body is getting excited for you. I’m getting, like, a little… wet… downstairs.” I laughed happily at her.

  “Well, maybe once you complete your mission,” I said. “We can play a game of our own.”

  “I’d love that,” she said. “You know what I love?” said Henry, turning toward me for a moment and ignoring her game. “I love when I get your juices all over my face and I can still smell your aroma, even after I’ve finished.”

  “Mmm,” I contentedly intoned, rubbing her back. “I’m so happy about this… about us.”

  “Me too,” said Henry. Quickly returning her eyes to the screen, she looked suddenly panicked. “Oops!” I laughed at her.

  Just then I heard my phone vibrate against my bedside table. Sitting up and reaching to grab it, I looked down at the caller ID.

  “Work,” I said. “Blah.”

  “Fuck ‘em,” said Henry.

  “No, I should get this,” I said, shifting out of the blanket and stepping out of bed. Wearing only a white tank and some thin pale blue short shorts, I stepped across the wood floor in my bare feet an
d made my way toward the bedroom door. “I’ll take it in the hall,” I said to Henry before stepping out into the hall and closing the door to a crack behind me.

  After letting the phone buzz a few more times in my hand, hoping they’d just hang up, I sighed to myself and pressed the button to accept the call.

  “This is Annette,” I said into the phone with my business voice on.

  “Netty, it’s me,” said Kate, her voice coming across as bitchy and hurried.

  “Hey Kate,” I said. “What’s up?”

  “Sorry to bother you so early on a Saturday,” she said. “But we’re hoping you could swing by the office this morning so we can get a leg up on this project.”

  “What?” I said. “This is pretty late notice.”

  “I know,” said Kate. “It wasn’t my idea, and honestly I’m a little too hungover to be productive,” she admitted. “But Trevor received some corrected information about the new group’s current investment firm’s funds and we need to change some of the language in our presentation.”

  “Kate,” I said, shaking my head, entirely unenthused about the prospect of a hurried morning and weekend work. “You know I’m usually okay with Saturday work if something needs to be done, but I need some notice. I really can’t come downtown this morning.”

  “Netty,” she said, her voice becoming more serious and authoritative. “You can break whatever brunch plans you have or whatever, we need your input on this project. It’s coming from higher up than me.”

  “I’m not even in Chicago,” I lied, stepping up to my bedroom door and looking through the crack at Henry playing on her laptop. She was like an angel to me, sitting their half naked on my bed. “I’m out of town.”

  “You’re with that geek girl, aren’t you?” she accused. “You didn’t even listen to what I told you.”

  “It’s none of your business, Kate,” I said. “It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, I’m preoccupied and I can’t get downtown.”

  “You probably drove up to a cabin in Wisconsin to build a fire and bump pussies,” said Kate. “Or however that works.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “It’s not funny, Netty,” she said.