Everyone has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are incredible, some are bizarre and some are disasters. My story may be all those things rolled into one. When I think back even I have a hard time believing what happened. I do know that I wouldn’t be where I am today without the incredible woman who dropped so suddenly into my life, a woman I met the fall of my second year at college. I owe her so much.
I was getting that familiar buggy feeling I get when I’m in a crowd and my anxiety starts to crank up, but I kept it in check by looking down and avoiding everyone’s gaze. The party was in full swing with music blaring from the lounge halfway down the dorm hall. Eager drinkers pressed in around me as I pumped the keg. There was not one familiar face in the crowd. Everyone there was with my roommate or his circle of friends. Normally, I wouldn’t have associated with my roommate and would have preferred the quiet solitude of the library but the thought of strangers touching my things had been too much, so I volunteered to man the keg. This way, I could keep an eye on my stuff and get free beer.
Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor before me, a change from all the tennis shoes, sandals, and flip-flops I had been seeing. My eyes followed the boots up to a black and green plaid kilt, up to an ancient black Joan Jett t-shirt tattered around the edges, up to a thin face framed by spiked jet-black hair, up until my eyes locked onto brilliant green eyes outlined in heavy mascara. She half-sneered at me, as if in challenge. I just nodded in greeting and passed her a beer. She gave me a little crooked smile and melted into the crowd, leaving me slightly flushed. I continued pouring but kept thinking about her green eyes and how they seemed to bore into me.
Later those boots and those eyes were back, looking for more beer. Her hands were empty, though, and the supply of plastic cups had run out several minutes before. “Sorry,” I said. “What happened to your cup?”
She scowled. “I put it down to send a text and it must have been picked up by one these ass-hat frat boys.” Pointing to a half-full mug on the shelf next me she asked, “Whose is that?”
“Mine,” I explained and she picked it up and downed the rest before smirking and holding it out. I refilled it and she took a long sip off the top before handing it back.
“I’m Nico,” she volunteered as I took a drink.
“Thomas,” I said as she took the mug from my hands. A black widow tattoo decorated the inside of her left wrist and another tattoo, green vines twisting and choking a broken clockwork, adorned her right bicep. I counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrow. She was short, almost a foot shorter than me, with a slight build. At first glance she appeared frail but I noticed the way the cords stood out on her arms as she randomly plucked textbooks off my shelf and thumbed through them before replacing them in the wrong location. “Nico’s a unique name,” I said, attempting conversation. I winced inwardly at the awkward rhyming of my statement.
“Short for Nicole,” she explained without looking up from my Physics text.
I stole a sidelong glance at her body. Her legs were pale and smooth and looked soft to the touch. On her left thigh I could see just the bottom of another tattoo and wondered what it could be. When I looked up she was watching me intently. Attempting to cover my embarrassment I joked, “Did you just come from the Young Republicans meeting?”
“Church — I’m an altar girl,” she said without missing a beat. She looked me over critically. “You don’t fit in, either.”
I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans but I knew what she meant. My body language was all wrong. I nodded. “My roommate’s party, my roommate’s friends, his friends’ friends, and so on. You know anyone here?”
She shook her head. “No one. I walked a friend back to her room after a movie, heard the music and decided to crash.”
We talked as I continued pouring beers. Nico told me she was majoring in sociology and I said I was studying computer science and engineering. The fact that she didn’t run away after I told her was encouraging. The music down the hall was cranked even higher and drinkers crowded in around us, forcing us closer together. Nicole shouted one-sided conversation in my ear as I pumped the keg. To be honest, I don’t recall too much of what she said but I clearly remember the feel of her breath on my ear and the five times her body rubbed against my arm as the crowd pressed in.
Eventually the keg ran dry and I had the unenviable task of turning away drunk but thirsty souls, their collective mood turning darker by the moment. All of my attempts to get them out the door failed, the crowd growing more surly. In the end it was Nico who drove them from the room with pushes and kicks, swearing at them the whole time. I taped a sign on the door, closed it and locked it.
“Thanks. I thought we were going to be overrun.”
“The only thing a mob will understand is force,” she explained. It sounded like she was disappointed in me in some way. “You need to be more forceful and not let them walk all over you.” I nodded mutely, thoroughly chastised. Then she smiled slightly. “Anyway, I owed you for sharing your mug.”
Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.
“What?”
Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted thoughtfully. Finally, she asked, “Are you gay?”
“No,” I said, completely unoffended. It was not the first time that question had been asked of me.
“Didn’t think so.” She patted the mattress next to her. “Come here and take a break.”
I sat on the bed with my back against the wall. I tried to look relaxed on the outside but I doubt I succeeded. Every nerve in my body was jangling and my body felt stiff as a board. Nico didn’t seem to notice. Instead she rubbed at a mark on her skirt before turning and looking at me closely. I started to wither under her stare.
“What?” I asked again, afraid she had noticed my right ear lobe was slightly larger than my left.
She shook her head, a frown on her face. “You’re not like other guys, are you?”
“No, I suppose not.”
She nodded, absently picking at the scuff mark. Without warning she kissed me, hard, pinning me against the wall. Once I recovered from the initial shock I began to return the kiss but I was always a step behind. Her tongue forced its way past my lips, so alive and electric. My hand went to her back; her hand went to my crotch as she drove me down onto the bed. Tentatively I moved my hand down to her ass and she boldly shoved her hand down the front of my jeans.
She stopped kissing and stared at my crotch, her hand squeezing up and down my length. Her hands scrabbled at my jeans, tugging them down to my thighs until I was exposed and erect before her. Nico muttered, “No fucking way!”
Before I had a chance to speak she had me in her mouth. Someone was pounding on the door, jiggling the handle and demanding beer. The shouting and pounding and sucking continued unabated for several minutes until the knocker finally took the hint and went away. All I could hear, aside from the thudding of my heart, were the soft wet sounds of her mouth sliding over my cock.
The feel of her tongue was too much and my whole body tensed. With a groan I came, eliciting a muted whimper from Nico. She continued bobbing for another minute, the sensations intensifying with each bob, drawing out more groans from deep within me body. Finally, she ceased and let me slide from her lips. She sat back against the wall and dabbed at the corners of her mouth before sucking on her finger.
I lay there, stunned and pleased and vulnerable and invincible all rolled into one. The feeling of invincibility faded, though, and I gradually became aware I was lying naked in front of a girl with my now-limp cock on full display. Embarrassed, I started to pull my pants up but her hand stopped me.
“Don’t; seeing it pleases me,” she said. “Your very first blowjob?” I nodded dumbly and she smiled. “Thought so. What did you think?”
I tried to put it into words but my vocabulary failed me. “It was amazing. I-” How could I describe something made me feel so many different emotions all at one time? Instead, I shrugged and shook my head.
She nodded in agreement. “Kneel on the floor in front of me.” I did and she scooted to the edge of the bed. Nico gathered her kilt in her hands, slowly revealing the pale flesh of her thighs, the serpent tattoo that started on her left hip and rose towards her abdomen, and the black cotton of her panties. She pulled my face to her crotch and I stared at it. “Kiss it,” she commanded.
I pressed my lips against the dry fabric. Nico shifted and I felt soft yielding flesh under the panties. Her musk filled my nose and I became light-headed. I kissed her again, my mouth open slightly and her hips rose slightly to meet me. Without hesitation I licked her and the cotton turned from dry to damp to wet and then I could faintly taste her. I tongued her roughly through her panties, wanting, needing more until she pushed my head back with one hand.
Those green eyes, punctuated by black eyeliner, stared at me intently. I couldn’t tell if she was pleased or angry but I did recognize her surprise. I don’t know how long she held me there but with each passing moment I became more desperate to taste her again. Finally, her eyes narrowed and with her free hand she pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving me to pull them the rest of the way off. The hand holding my hair slowly relaxed and dropped away.
I bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted like fall, of rain and the sweet smell of slowly decaying leaves. I kissed higher and now I could truly smell her. I paused and, for the first time in my life, gazed at a woman’s sex. Neatly trimmed black pubic hair framed her glistening folds. The swollen clit bulged slightly under its hood, calling to me. I could feel her heat on my face, drawing me in. My tongue parted her, delved into her, and dipped into her nectar. A guttural moan filled my ears and my soul fell into her, drowning happily in the pool of her wet heat.
With slow and tender licks and kisses, I explored every nook and cranny of her, liberating her juices, coating my mouth and chin. Low, primal sounds filled the room only to be muted by the sudden pressure of her thighs against my head. I pushed on, my tongue darting and flicking and she trembled and shook beneath me. Her thighs hugged my face, each squeeze more powerful than the last, cutting off the blood to my brain until the world dimmed.
When I came to my senses Nico had me by my hair and was twisting my head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she looked down at me triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her forehead. With a crooked smile she pushed me away playfully in an odd display of affection. I wiped my face with my shirt and realized my erection was back.
Nico looked at the clock and bolted from the bed. “Shit! My curfew is in ten minutes!”
I couldn’t believe my ears. “You live in Mother Mary?” I teased. She shot me a dangerous look as she smoothed down her skirt. To make up for the slight I offered to walk her back.
We hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women dorm on campus. Also known as Mother Mary, the Nunnery, or, more crudely, the Virgin Vault, it was the only dorm that had a curfew. A favorite of over-protective parents to guard their daughters against all the evils of college life, it was also the only dorm with a waiting list. We got to the front doors with two minutes to spare according to the large antique clock over the entrance. Nico kissed me lightly on the lips before disappearing inside. I was walking on air on my way home before realization set in.
I had forgotten to get her number and I didn’t know her last name. I’m such an idiot.
The following week I walked slowly past Mary Hall on the way to and from class hoping I’d run into Nico, even walking out of my way whenever I had time. I had her panties which I had found balled up under the edge of my bed and I carried them with me like I was the prince in a perverted version of Cinderella. Not once did I get a glimpse of her. I slept with the shirt I had worn that night. I hadn’t washed it and I could still smell her on it.
After two weeks I had almost given up seeing her again. I was in my room catching up on homework when I heard a voice. “Hey.” I looked up at those brilliant green eyes. Nico was standing in my open door wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans, a lock of jet black hair covering one eye. She flashed that crooked smile and asked, “Am I bothering you?”
“Nope,” I said, quickly closing my Advanced Calculus textbook. She shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed.
“Is your roommate around?”
“No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with friends who belong to the frat he’s rushing so I basically get the room to myself.”
“About that night,” she began but stopped. She gave me a cold, hard stare. “You haven’t told anyone about it, have you?” I swore I hadn’t. “Good, keep it that way. You tell anyone and I’ll hurt you.”
“I swear, I won’t say anything,” I said meekly, withering under her gaze. She was starting to scare the absolute shit out of me.
“Okay, I believe you.” She looked at me for a long moment then said, “Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.”
“Why?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Nico stood up, tilted her head and looked curiously at me. “Are you a virgin?”
I swallowed and avoided her eyes. I finally shrugged and confessed, “I’ve never done those things before.”
“What? Kiss a girl? Feel another person’s tongue on your own? Touch a girl’s ass?” I stared at the floor under the desk. I was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. “Or was it something else?” she persisted.
“You know, like what you did to me,” I bumbled.
“You mean when I put your erect cock in my mouth and sucked on it until you ejaculated your sperm down my throat. That’s called a blowjob.”
“Right. That.” I swallowed nervously and went on. “And what I did to you.”
“Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as eating me out or licking my cunt.”
“Yeah, licking your, you know, pussy.”
Nico shook her head. “You didn’t lick my cat, you licked my cunt.”
“Ok.”
“Did you like licking my cunt?”
“Yeah.”
“Say it.”
“I liked licking you.”
“I want you to say the word.” She waited, an amused expression on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. “Say, cunt.”
“Cunt,” I said quietly, flinching as I did so. All my life I had been taught that was the worst word one could ever say.
She laughed. “My God, you really are a virgin, in more ways than one.” Her laughter shamed me and my ears burned. I felt so small. “Well, at least I know you’re clean. Tell me, Thomas, are you one of those types who save themselves for marriage? Did you swear a promise to your God you would remain pure and chaste until your wedding night?” she mocked.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no,” I said a bit defensively.
“Do you believe in God, Thomas?”
“No, do you?”
Nico snorted with derision. “I have don’t have time to waste on that nonsense.” She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. “I don’t have time to waste, period. Do you want to lick my cunt again, Thomas?” She reached into her panties. “I’m so wet and I’m so willing. Do you want to taste me, Thomas?” She pulled her hand out and held it up in front of me. Two of her fingers glistened and shone. I was already salivating. I nodded. “Then take off your goddamn clothes.” There was a menace behind those words even though they were said neutrally.
I stood and peeled off my shirt then my jeans. After a moment’s hesitation I kicked off my boxers. Nico shook her head and pointed at my feet. I understood and pulled off my socks. I stood there in the middle of my room naked and semi-aroused as Nico walked slowly around me appraising my body. I silently prayed she wouldn’t notice my earlobes or that my rib cage was a little asymmetrical. She stopped in front of me and raised an eyebrow as she looked at my cock.
“Utterly fucking amazing,” she said softly. “How big is it?”
Like most guys I had been curious with the length of my penis. I had measured it and done my research but for some reason I was embarrassed to admit that to her. Instead I simply said, “Bigger than average, I suppose.”
She shook her head. “Indeed it is. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again and my memory was fucked up. But there it is.” She sighed. “On your knees,” she commanded.
I obeyed. Nico kicked off her jeans and stood before me. “I can’t have a boyfriend,” she said as I tasted her. I didn’t care. I just nodded and drank her in.
In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one leg draped over the armrest and me kneeling on the floor in front of her, my head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed.
Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood, my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell, her nipple ring catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left breast.
She motioned me over until I was standing next to her. “Masturbate on me,” she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment she looked sickly. When I hesitated she said emphatically, “Thomas, I want you to jerk off until your cum sprays over my face!”
I stood over her and masturbated as Nico’s hands played lightly over her body, her fingers teasing her nipples and tracing random patterns over her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic whispering of skin rubbing skin. She still had her eyes closed, and her mouth half-open and inviting. I watched her drive her middle finger deep into her cunt. With her other hand she caressed my sac, pulling me closer to her expectant mouth until the tip of my cock rubbed against her lips.
She sucked it momentarily then whispered, “I can’t have a boyfriend.”
I continued stroking, my orgasm nearing. Her lips nuzzled the underside of the fleshy tip, sending jolts of electricity directly down my shaft, through my balls and up my spine. With a groan the dam burst. White lines of cum jetted across the bridge of her nose and caught in her heavy lashes. She pulled me into her mouth and I came some more. When I was finished my knees felt weak.
“I can’t have a boyfriend,” she repeated as my seed dribbled slowly from the corner of her mouth.
I offered her a towel to clean up. Nico climbed wearily into my bed and pulled the covers over her. I watched her sleep for a while before I got dressed and went back to my desk. I touched every item on the desktop exactly seven times in the proper order before I could resume my calculus homework, letting her sleep for an hour before I woke her gently.
“Nico, you have to get back before curfew,” I said softly. She mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled me into bed, her buttocks pressing up against my growing erection. We lay there for several minutes, me lightly stroking her hair. At last she rose from the bed and dressed.
She looked me steadily in the eye. “I can’t have a boyfriend.”
“I know,” I said. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
This time, I remembered to get her phone number.
The next evening we were sitting in a booth at a busy coffee shop. Alternative music played overhead as students studied and writers pretended to write the great American novel on their laptops. I’m not the type to go out in public but Nico had succeeded in dragging me out of my room. I surreptitiously tapped the handle of my mug the correct number of times before I drank. Nico took a sip of her coffee and carefully set it down.
“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?”
The question caught me off guard. I thought for a minute then shrugged. It couldn’t hurt to tell her the truth. “I have an anxiety disorder that makes it hard for me to meet people, especially girls.”
She frowned. “You didn’t have any problems talking to me that first night.”
“That’s partly because of the beer,” I explained, “and mostly that you talked to me first. You broke the ice and you carried the conversation. If you think back, I just went along for the ride.”
“So,” she shrugged, “why don’t you meet girls at parties or bars?”
I fidgeted with a stirring straw, twisting it into knots. “Crowds make me anxious, I mean, really anxious. There’s a reason I’m sitting with my back to the rest of the room, so I don’t know how many people are here. I can’t go to any athletic events, and if a campus bus is crowded I’ll wait for the next one which sometimes makes me late for class. Even big lectures give me a buggy feeling.” The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist.
There’s a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn’t tell Nico I have OCD I’ll never know. Maybe it’s because I’m keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk.
“Oh my God, you’ve never been to a football game?” she asked incredulously. “That’s a sacrilege at this school.”
I shook my head. “Just the thought of a hundred thousand people all in one place makes me nauseous.”
“Do you get full-blown panic attacks?” I nodded. “Ever tried medication?”
I chewed on my lower lip. The subject was a touchy one because of the stigma of taking prescribed meds. It had been my experience that once someone found out they treated me differently. But Nico wasn’t like other people. “Yeah, but I haven’t found one I like. They do help alleviate the anxiety but they all have drawbacks. Some made me feel like a zombie, some are better but everything is still a tad foggy, and some have undesirable side effects.”
“Such as?”
I fidgeted in my seat. I hated talking about it but Nico’s piercing gaze wouldn’t let me go. “This one particular drug gave me a raging erection.”
“Sounds like fun,” she said mischievously, “what with all that meat you’re packing.”
“It wasn’t. I was sixteen and already a typical horny teenager. I got plenty of erections all on my own. When I was on the med I was hard all the time and not only was it embarrassing it was also very painful.”
“Do you have any of those pills left?” she asked, her voice full of hope.
“No, I flushed them a long time ago.” Nico pouted at me across the table.
We sipped our coffee in silence until Nico declared, “You are a fucking enigma.” I couldn’t decide if I should be insulted by that. “You’re a virgin who can barely go out in public, let alone talk to women, but you have a cock any girl would kill to suck or fuck. And there’s no way you should be that good at eating me out. How can you be that good?” I shrugged as I had no clue. “Did someone teach you?”
“No, but I do like watching it in videos,” I admitted. “In fact, it’s the only kind of porn I like. I really enjoy seeing a woman get off.” That wasn’t the whole truth, though. A more accurate statement is that I always have a feeling something bad will happen if the woman doesn’t orgasm. Watching a video for the first time always fills me with trepidation as I don’t know if they will show the woman climaxing.
“What’s it like for you, what’s going through your mind when you have your tongue buried in my cunt?”
“I don’t know.” I paused. “It’s like I’m in some sort of trance and it’s the only thing in the world. Nothing else exists. Maybe I blackout or something, you know, the way an alcoholic will blackout when they’ve been drinking.”
Nico nodded at me. “Try to describe what it’s like to lick me.”
I thought about it for a long time before I said, “It’s kind of like eating a perfectly ripe peach. You know, there’s that window of two or three weeks in August when Michigan Red Haven peaches are the perfect ripeness. You bite into the fuzzy skin and the sweet juice rolls down your chin and you can’t help but to slurp it up and the flesh is soft yet firm under your tongue. That’s the closest I can come to describing it.”
Nico stared at me as I finished my coffee. It had grown cold but I couldn’t bear to leave it unfinished. Finally, she said, “Back in a moment,” and walked off to the restrooms. A minute later she was back and dropped a ball of green material in my lap as she sat back down. “Feel it,” she said, “Feel how wet you’ve made me.”
The crotch of her panties was soaked and I fought the urge to bring them up to my nose so I could breathe her in. I smiled, checked the time on my cell and said, “Come on, I’ll walk you back.”
A silence enveloped us as walked across campus. She was obviously deep in thought and I couldn’t get any words out of my mouth. At her lobby I tried to give her panties back but she stuffed them in my front pants pocket, her fingers brushing lightly along my semi-rigid cock. Without a word she went inside.
I was walking up the steps of my dorm when I received a text from her: Its your fault im masterb8ing now.
I laughed and sent back, Hope your roomie doesn’t mind.
By the time I climbed the stairs to my floor I got back, Shes studying w back to me. Now shut up im trying to concentr8.
Over the next several weeks we saw each other quite a bit, although somewhat randomly. Nico would drop by unannounced and I was never quite able to predict when she would visit. I could see her three or four consecutive nights and then there would be up to five days before she showed up again. Our trysts were brief and to the point, consisting of oral sex and handjobs. Nico was always in charge.
Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up from my homework and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand. Her hair was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Nico unbuttoned the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple streak.
I watched, breathless, as her hand delved between her legs. I could hear the squelching as her fingers penetrated her sex. I could see the glistening flesh as she parted the outer lips. I swear I could smell her from across the room. Her other hand tugged mercilessly on her nipples making them red and swollen. The entire time she masturbated she kept her eyes on me. After she came she pulled her coat on, buttoned it up and left. She never said a word.
The following visit she taught me how to pleasure her with just my fingers.
I thought I was the luckiest guy on campus. Nico was an incredibly sexual creature who was teaching me so much. I was amazed at how much pleasure she could provide with just her hands and mouth. More importantly, she wanted me to please her with my mouth and fingers. I fed off her orgasms.
I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but I wanted more. Even though I very much wanted to have sex with her the topic of intercourse never came up. I assumed she never suggested it because it was some sort of line that couldn’t be crossed — If we fucked I would be her boyfriend and she couldn’t have that. I never brought up the topic because I had the idea that if we had sex Nico would become seriously ill and die.
I know that sounds crazy but I can’t help these kinds of thoughts from occurring. Once I have them I obsess over them, making the fear palpable. So in order to protect Nico we couldn’t have sex. I never told her this. I wish I had, but I never did.
One Saturday night I was working a shift at the central campus computing lab. A handful of students were well spread out in the lab, making for a rather dull night. That’s the way I liked it as I could get my homework done and get paid for it. My coworker and I sat in the Pit, an ironic name for the raised circular workspace overlooking the lab. The Pit was also a convenient barrier between me and the students. Nico walked up and leaned over the counter at me. “How late you working tonight?” she asked in a hushed tone. The purple streak in her hair was now bright green. I wondered briefly if her pubic hair matched.
“Until 2AM. Sorry.”
She frowned and looked around the mostly empty lab before asking, “How many of them do you think are watching porn right now and mentally frigging themselves?” I shot a look at my coworker but he had headphones on and was engrossed in a movie. I moved away from him and Nico followed along the outer perimeter. “There aren’t that many people here but I bet at least one,” she persisted.
I shook my head. “Doubtful. People tend to do that when they’re alone in their room.”
She pointed at a monitor in front of me. “Can you use that computer to see what they’re doing?”
“Yeah, but it’s our policy not to.”
“Let me back there, I want to take a look.”
“Sorry, employees only. They have a very strict rule about that.”
“Then I’d like an application, please,” she pestered. I sighed and pulled an application from a file and handed it to her along with a pen — I figured it would be easier than arguing with her. She looked it over and asked, “Who does the interview?”
“Tonight I would do the pre-interview but a full-time staffer would do the final.”
Nico smiled wickedly, put the pen to her lips and sucked lightly on it. “I think there is at least one person here watching porn this very moment but you think not. We should bet on it,” she suggested.
“What would we bet?”
“If I win, I want you to seriously consider a proposal. If you win –“
“You have to tell me why you can’t have a boyfriend,” I finished.
She frowned. “Not very imaginative. Alright, if that’s what you want.” We shook hands and she pointed at the computer. “You do whatever typing you need to do while I fill this out.” I took me less than a minute to launch a program and click a few parameters to get the answer. In less than that time Nico had completed the application and was holding it out to me. I checked to see if anyone was watching before I turned the monitor towards her, defeated. “Ha!” she exclaimed. “I knew it!”
Shaking my head, I turned the monitor back and closed the program. Three people were surfing porn sites. I took the application and asked, “So, what’s your proposal?”
“I’d like my pre-interview first, then we can talk.”
“Alright.” I started to read over her application but she protested.
“I believe I have an expectation of privacy during an interview. Is there a room we can use?”
I let my coworker know I was doing a pre-interview. He nodded without ever looking up from his movie. Nico and I went to a small conference room and sat at the table. I started through the prepared list of b. s. questions.
“So, Miss Dewpot,” I read the name she wrote on the application, “why do you want to work at this lab?”
“Well, I’ve always found computers sexy, what with all those big hard drives and such.”
I made a check mark. “And what are your best qualities?”
She looked up at the ceiling. “I’m loyal, punctual, and I don’t take shit from anybody. Also, I give a pretty mean blowjob and have been told my cunt tastes like the nectar of the gods. Your words, not mine,” she reminded me.
“All admirable qualities,” I agreed. “What’s you’re greatest weakness?”
“If someone gives me shit I hurt them. Sometimes I end up in jail.” I laughed and shook my head. “Did I pass the first round?” she asked.
“I’m afraid we can’t hire you, Miss Dewpot. According to your application you have a PhD so you’re over-qualified.” I added, “And you’ve been convicted of a felony but you neglected to say what for.”
“I always knew I would make it someday,” she smirked. She stood and came around the table and sat on the edge right in front of me. She took the application from my hands and tore it up, letting the pieces fall one by one from her fingers. Then Nico fixed me with those green eyes of hers. “I’m going to propose something that I want you to take your time thinking about before giving me an answer and I’d like you to not interrupt me with any questions until I’m done.”
She waited a moment. I sat silently so she continued. “You love to lick my cunt.” It was a statement and not a question but I nodded anyway. “Now I’ve been eaten out by half a dozen people and it is my unbiased opinion you are far better than any of them and that includes a couple of lesbians.” I opened my mouth to comment but shut it quickly. “It was a phase,” she explained.
“Anyway, the other night I was having a powwow with several girls and the topic invariably turned to sex. You may not know this but sometimes when women talk to other women about sex it can be in a very explicit manner. Anyway, the talk came around to oral and listening to these girls I realized they’ve never experienced anything like I have with you. It made me a little sad for them and made me feel a bit selfish.
“As I’ve said before, I can’t have a boyfriend but I feel like I’ve effectively taken you off the market. You should be out there meeting girls and going to town, or more to the point, downtown, but you spend a lot of your free time with me.” A dark look must have passed over my face because she added quickly, “Don’t worry, I still want to hang out with you and suck that beautiful cock of yours. And I want you to keep on sticking your tongue up my love hole,” she added. I relaxed and waited for her to go on.
“The other problem is that you’re anti-social. Maybe that’s what attracted me to you, initially, since I’m a fellow outcast. So, add all that up and it’s a dilemma. I want to keep hanging out with you, I want to help you, and I want to help my fellow woman. So, what’s the solution?”
I shrugged as I didn’t have the slightest clue as to where she was going with this. “To be honest, I didn’t know either until last night when I was lying in bed, masturbating while imagining your face buried in my crotch. The answer was right there, staring me in the cunt.” She paused and smiled. “I propose that I set you up with girls who are in dire need of a good licking!”
I sat and stared at her for a very long time. My mouth was possibly hanging open. Finally, I asked, “Can I talk now?” She nodded. “You want to pimp me out?”
Nico shook her head vigorously. “No, of course not, no money will change hands, although I will get a piece of the action.”
“What do you mean?”
“Afterwards, you tell me, in glorious Technicolor, all the sordid details. It’s a win-win-win for everyone. You meet new girls, they have the best orgasms of their lives, your fame spreads and I get off afterwards.”
“Sounds like everyone will get off. Will I?”
She smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Silly boy — of course you do. It’s part of the ‘after.’ Now,” she slid off the table and stood up, “I want you to think about this and tell me your answer tomorrow night. Pick me up at six and take me out to dinner.”
“Why should I take you to dinner?”
“It’s only fair,” she said over her shoulder as she walked out. “I’m a convicted felon with a doctorate. I can’t get a job in this economy.”
I sat in that room for a long time and pondered on what kind of sociopath I had gotten mixed up with.
I didn’t get any sleep that night. I simply lay there and thought about her proposal. It was both terrifying and titillating. I would have to put myself out there and meet new people. On the other hand I longed to know how other girls tasted. Would they be like Nico or does each woman have their own unique flavor? From the porn I’ve seen I knew vaginas came in all shapes and shades but would they taste different? Would some girls be clean shaven? I oscillated between panic and arousal all night.
Of course I said yes, because that’s what Nico wanted. I told her the next night as we were finishing up our meal at a nice Italian place near the edge of campus. But I also had some concerns. “Will there be any ground rules?” I asked.
“Like what.”
“I don’t know.” I looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. All the closest tables were engrossed in their own conversations. “Do I get right of refusal?”
Nico nodded. “Of course. If you feel uncomfortable or get some weird vibe off a client you can call it off.”
I was appalled. “Did you just say client?”
“Maybe trick is a better term?” She watched with amusement as my face turned crimson red. Our waitress dropped off the check and was about to say something but hustled away when she saw me. It took me a minute to realize Nico was toying with me. “Yeah,” she said, finishing the last of her soda, “I’m just fucking with you.”
“Someday I’ll learn,” I muttered as I left enough cash to cover the check and the tip. I looked across the table at her. “Walk you back to your dorm?” I offered.
On the walk back she veered us through a graveyard, saying it was a shortcut. The sun had set minutes before but we still had enough light to pick our way along the paths. There, deep in the middle of the graveyard, she sucked me off as I leaned against a huge headstone. When I was finished she forced me onto the ground and straddled my face. The dry, dormant grass scratched the back of my neck as she writhed above me. And, yes, her pubic hair was streaked with green.
Over two weeks went by before we got our first bite. In the meantime, I had my doubts but Nico kept reassuring me her project was on track and that she was carefully baiting the water. She didn’t want to be too pushy and scare potential clients away. Instead, she casually dropped little morsels and waited for them to come to her. Even then, she was demure and gave scant details, feeding them just enough scraps to whet their appetite. She knew she had one hooked when a normally reserved girl came to her room and asked explicit questions. The girl’s eyes became bigger and bigger with each answer until she broke and asked if Nico could set her up with me.
Nico told me all this while sitting on my lap one night and grinding her crotch against mine. I was naked and she was fully clothed. “I’ve arranged for you two to meet Saturday night at a house party down on Oak Street.” The pleasure I had been experiencing was offset suddenly by the sick churning of my stomach and my whole body stiffened. “Relax,” she said, rolling her hips in slow, delicious circles. “I’ll be there to introduce the two of you. You’ll meet, say hi, and then you’ll take her somewhere quiet where you’ll shove your tongue into her cunt until she comes.”
The feel of her body rubbing against mine made me relax bit by bit until I began to thrust back. Our bodies rocked in time. Those beautiful green eyes watched me intently as my breath started catching in my throat. I reached between us and unsnapped her jeans but she shook her head. “I need you hungry and on you’re A-game Saturday night. You’re on a diet until then.” She buried her head in my neck and continued dry humping me.
