WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 48: FUCKING THE CLASS NERD (2)

CHAPTER 2 

I like that Brie finds me attractive. I really thirst to hug her and kiss her.

Right here. Right now. In front of everyone. I still manage to hold back.

“No, I swear I did not!” She crosses her fingers and kisses them.

Oh, how I wish I could be those lucky fingers.

Fuck! Calm down, Jer!

I gather my wits and continue our conversation. “Okay. Very well then.

Come to the main entrance of our college in fifteen minutes. I’ll be waiting

for you there.” I checked her out from head to toe, admiring her outfit today

—a short dark blue dress and a light white scarf over it.

She has very slender legs.

Chill, man.

“Okay,” she mumbles and turns her back to me, running to the college.

Strange girl… But I’m strange too. At least, in that, we are alike.

While I watch her legs running up the stairs to the entrance of the college, I

believe that the stars have smiled upon me. Brie willingly desires to go with

Jer Bricks.

Well, baby. Blame yourself if it goes too far.

I have enough time to amend the transmission rate, so I start working on it

again. I finally finish the awful repair. I am stunk up to my boxers so much

that I was disgusted with myself. So, I stop to catch the cool breeze.It is as hot as ever today. The sun was baking as if it was summer, although

it was only early spring. I have an inkling that soon it will get hotter when

Brie sits on my motorcycle. Her little bum chafes on the smooth leather

saddle of my wild motorcycle.

When I think about it, my penis starts to move.

Stop it already! Scale back the hormones and behave like a normal guy.

Actually, I’m a pretty crazy dude, if you are familiar with me—criminal

records, drunken fights, smashing of bottles. I hope that if Brie finds out

about all of these, she won’t treat me like shit.

For some reason, it seemed to me that she is always standing high above

me.

She’s special.

Not having enough time to change my clothes, I go ahead and wait for Brie

at the main entrance. I hold my backpack, resting it on my Yamaha. I put on

my dark glasses and a light black windbreaker jacket. I resemble fucking Al

Capone!

I feel a female tender hand on my shoulder, and I am already aware of who

it is. When I turn, I see Brie, but now she has a totally different outfit on.

Damn! Why did she change? I liked her blue dress.

She is dressed like a gangster. Blue jeans, torn at the knees, a dark blue

jacket, almost the same fabric as mine, and a white t-shirt under which I

could clearly see the shape of her breasts.

Argh! I would love to grab them and suck them really hard.

Jer, please shut up! You still need to drive her home. Don’t mess around.

Noticing my gaze on her bust, Brie blushes and wraps her jacket around her

even more.

Hmm. Is she that coy?“Take your stuff and mine and hang them on your shoulders,” I order her,

knowing in advance that she would not argue with me. There is no luggage

carrier on my bike, so we have to carry everything ourselves.

“Hold on to me tight while I ride,” I warn her.

“Should I really hold onto you?” Brie inquires, bowing her head down and

starting to scratch the seat of my bike with her nail.

“Of course, you can hold on to the bike,” I agree with her. “But I cannot

promise that you won’t fly off at the first turn.”

“Ah! O…okay,” she stutters, probably feeling stupid. She blushes a little.

She’s so cute.

“Stop worrying. I will not eat you.” I smirk, taking my bike from the

footboard. Brie slaps me on the shoulder for my insolent response.

Ha! She has nails. I like it.

I sit down on my “beast” and wait for Brie to get on behind me. She fidgets

a bit. It seems she feels uncomfortable on the hard seat, but finally, she

finds the right position. She buttons our backpacks onto her back.

“Hold on.” She grabs my back so tight that I have a feeling she would leave

marks there. “You’ve never been on a motorcycle?” I wonder.

“No. Why? I have never been with a guy who had a motorcycle,” she says.

“You mean you have never had a boyfriend at all,” I say grandly, and she

kicks me on my calf muscle.

What an artful innocent dodger!

An ear-to-ear smile quickly spreads on my face since I know I’m right. Brie

is a virgin, and I realized this long ago. I have never seen her in the

company of guys, and she partly looks like a demure person. Of course, this

doesn’t prove anything, but as far as all I have seen, she behaves shyly

around all guys.Anyway, I don’t care. I’m not worried that she’s inexperienced. On the

contrary, it turns me on even more, especially since I really like this girl and

I long to be her first.

I cannot believe that I admitted it to myself. This is a breakthrough, dude!

I twist the throttle, and we take off. Brie gently clings to me as I drive by

our classmates. Their faces freeze. Their reactions should have been

captured on camera. It’s so ridiculous. I’m glad I never bothered with those

girls, and I’m also glad that Brie doesn’t have any interest in the boys of our

class.

We drive past some stores, and she looks at them, without focusing on me

anymore.

Brie, come on! I know you’re crazy about me. You just don’t choose to admit

it.

I rev up, making an effort to bring Brie closer to me instead of scaring her

away. She grabs my torso quickly, hugging me with both her hands and

leaning her cheek against my shoulder blade. I feel her soft breast on my

back; it slides left and right, and it’s very distracting. I have to drive us

home safely and not succumb to my desires which are now bursting out. I

need to forget, at least for the moment, about my animalistic lust, but her

proximity is too painful for me.

Finally, we reach her house, and she jumps off the bike. She stares at me.

Noticing that I am about to leave, she tries to force out some words.

Nonetheless, she’s too shy, and even my fingering has not changed her.

“Okay, I’ll leave now. If you need anything that—” I start, but she cut me

off.

“Do you want to come in?” She turns away, as I examine her white-stone

one-story house. “Are you hungry?”

“To be honest, I am.” I chuckle, enjoying her modesty as she glances at me.“Oh. Good,” she says a little lost in her thoughts. “I’ll cook something for

you.” She quickly runs up the stone steps, right to the front door.

I decide to take a desperate step. She will either agree or kick me out of her

house.