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Nerds. They make the world go around, but jesus fucking christ they're so annoying.

My neighbor is one of them, and he's everything you're imagining. Gawky, scrawny, glasses, socially retarded as fuck. I once saw him say ‘hello’ to the mailman. He's not there to make conversation, dude, he's just doing his job.

But we need them. Honest to god, I wish we didn’t. There's nothing more humiliating than going to someone like Brian to ask him for help, especially when you're someone like me.

See, my parents are good with money. Dad's in finance and Mom's a realtor, and basically I've got a fat college fund so I don't need to care about grades. Instead, I spend my time on what's really important—I'm on the cheer team, and the dance team, and the swim team, and that keeps me plenty busy.

And, maybe this goes without saying, I'm popular. I'm in the best shape of anyone on the cheer team—I have to be, because I'm the flier.

But there's one teacher—Mrs. Henderson—who hates me. I don't know why, I never did anything to her. But she thinks she's hot shit or something because she has tenure, and she gives me nothing but trouble.

So yeah, when I have to go next door to Brian and get his help with a stupid assignment for Mrs. Henderson's class, it's humiliating. Someone like me, coming to someone like him for help.

I think he gets off on it. I don't mean literally, but, you know, it must be fun for him to have the prettiest girl in school coming over to his house to beg him for help with her homework.

Not that I'd ever beg, but you know what I mean.

And look, Brian knows I'm completely out of his league. I mean, that's obvious for anyone to see. But I know how the game is played; when I go next door to get him to finish off an essay on the Mongols or whatever, I always dress up for it.

Nothing excessive: maybe a tight pair of yoga pants, or a sundress. Just something to get his attention.

And he helps, because of course he does. A girl like me, in his house? One time I even went into his room. Yeah, I could be wearing a burqa and he'd probably still have a boner just from being in my presence. And once he's done with the assignment and I've done the whole routine—"oh thank you, Brian, I don't know what I'd do without you!" I waltz off with an A-plus essay, and he probably goes and jerks off just from getting to help me.

It's win-win, right? I don't lose any sleep over it, anyway. It's harmless. And it's not like he'd never think he had a chance with me.

But it works. That's how the world goes round.

At least, that’s what I thought.

I was in Brian's living room, killing time on my phone while he was hammering out a report I needed to hand in the next morning. He had some music on, trance funk or something—not at all what I normally listen to, but not bad. Probably helps him concentrate while he's doing my homework.

Sometimes I can lose hours down the Instagram hole, but for some reason I was distracted. My mind kept coming back to Brian. Yeah, he was a total nerd, but if it wasn't for him, I'd probably be flunking. Like I said, my parents don't really care about my grades, but if I were to booted out of school, they'd definitely notice.

Not to mention, it would kill my shot at becoming Prom Queen.

I needed Brian.

No idea why that thought struck me as hard as it did, but suddenly it was all I could think about. If he decided to stop helping me, I was fucked. I needed Brian.

I needed Brian.

Now, I don't think there was any risk of him stopping. Just having me in the room with him was more action than he was going to get until, like, he invented a better TikTok or whatever.

But what if he did?

I'm normally a pretty cool cucumber, but the thought of not having Brian help me with my homework suddenly had me panicking. I tried not to show it, of course—if my neighbor knew what a hold he had over me, maybe he'd try to press it.

But he wouldn't, would he? He practically fell over if I so much as looked at him, there was no way he'd work out that really, he was the one with the power.

And that's when it struck me. The thought that changed everything.

Yes, he had the brain power... but just a glance was enough to have him sweating. If I licked my lips, he'd practically pant. He'd do anything I asked, just because he thought he had a chance with me.

He'd do anything.

It wasn't exactly a new thought—I mean, that's why I'd worn my tightest top when I'd come over that day—but if I was going to keep getting Brian's help (and it was vitally, vitally important that I did. I needed him!) then I had to make sure that I was the one holding the power.

I needed to do more than just tease him.

It's so obvious, right? Yeah, teasing him had worked so far, but I needed Brian. I needed him. And so, to make sure he'd keep helping me, I needed to go further than that.

"Why don't you have a break?" I said, throwing him my brightest smile. Brian looked up and I swear, almost fainted just at the way I was looking at him.

He didn't say anything, just flushed—even from across the room, I could see the red of his cheeks—and nodded.

The music was louder than I'd realized, so in case Brian hadn't heard me, I said it again.

"Why don't we take a break?"

I knew he heard me that time, but he didn't react. He looked like a deer in the headlights, clutching his laptop like it was a shield.

It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. God, sometimes it's like nerds are from another planet.

But I needed him. And, if I played my cards right... he'd do anything.

"Brian," I said, and I made sure to put some oomph into it. "Come sit next to me."

The last time he'd helped me with my homework, I'd been wearing a low-cut top. I remembered, because I don't think his eyes had lifted from my cleavage for the entire time I was there.

It had bugged me—let's be honest, pretty much everything about Brian bugged me—so this time I was wearing a shirt with a higher cut. Only now did I realize what a mistake that was.

It showed off my midriff, so it wasn't like I wasn't still dressed to impress, but it did mean that I didn't have as much to work with.

I had to improvise.

Brian put his laptop down and awkwardly shuffled across the room, before sitting next to me on the couch. I could practically feel the waves of uncomfortableness radiating off him—this was clearly the closest he'd ever been to a woman.

Hell, maybe this was the closest he'd ever get.

And I was about to make it an encounter he wouldn't forget.

I needed him.

"You're working so hard, Brian," I said, looking up at him and pouting. "I just wanted to say how much I appreciate all the hard work you do for me."

His face was redder than a tomato, and he still didn't say anything.

Great. Apparently I was going to have to do all the work here.

I leaned forward, so that my head was close to his, and I let my hand fall on his knee. His body was so tense, it felt like I had rested my hand on a rock.

"I don't know how I'd get through school without you, Brian," I said, and I felt the tiniest tremble in his leg. "You're so smart. And you do it all for me."

I leaned a little closer, until I knew he could feel my breath against his acne-covered face. He was sweating, but I knew I had to do this.

If I did, he'd do anything.

Nerds. So fucking desperate.

Thank god.

"I just want to say thanks,” I breathed, and I leaned even closer, so that our faces were almost touching, and I closed my eyes.

And I kissed him.

Brian didn't move. For a moment, I was worried he'd passed out. But then I felt him tremble, and I kissed him with all the passion I could muster—I needed to make this a kiss he'd remember. A kiss that would keep him on the hook, forever.

His lips were thin and chapped, and it took a moment before they started responding to the kiss, but I kept at it. This was the most important kiss of my life.

I needed him.

It wasn't until I slipped my tongue into his mouth that I finally felt him respond. All of a sudden, he was kissing me back.

It wasn't good, but he was trying.

I didn't let on, of course. Instead, I gave a soft moan, like he was the best kisser I'd ever had, like this was something I actually wanted. He squeaked in response—no joke, he fucking squeaked—but his mouth opened, so I slipped him a little more tongue and started running my hand up his leg.

He did nothing to stop me... I mean, of course he didn't. He must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven. This was probably his first kiss, and it was from the hottest girl on the cheer team.

I was so focused on what I was doing, on keeping this kiss hot and passionate, on keeping him on the hook, that it was a while until I realized he had no idea what to do with his hands. They were hovering, like he didn't know whether to touch me or not.

I broke the kiss, making sure to keep breathing heavily. I didn't need to fake it—my blood was pumping, and not in a good way. I needed Brian, and I was terrified of what might happen if this didn't work.

Keeping a coy smile on my face, I grabbed his hands and moved them to my waist."Brian," I gasped. "Touch me."

He didn't even nod, just kept staring at me like I was a ghost, but his hands didn't move from where they were. I could feel his fingers pressing against my waist, and I tried to ignore how uncomfortable it felt.

"Touch me," I breathed. "Anywhere you want."

It wasn't until the words left my mouth that I realized what I'd said. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Brian's hands moved straight to my boobs.

But I fought my instinct to pull away, to slap his hands, to slap him. I couldn't do that. I needed him.

So instead, I moaned in encouragement as he grabbed at my chest, his fingers clumsily digging into the flesh.

I'm not, like, a slut or anything like that, but I've been with a few guys. And while none of them were exactly experts, I promise you that all of them were better than Brian. He was squeezing and kneading my boobs like he was making bread, and it was all I could do not to wince. This was not my idea of a good time... but I needed him.

I needed him.

And if I let him use my tits like stress balls, he'd do anything.

So I didn't stop him when he started tugging at my top, or when he lifted it over my head, and I didn't object when he fumbled with my bra. It was one that unclasped at the front—I eventually reached up and undid it, letting my boobs hang free.

His eyes bulged at the sight of them. I managed to stifle a laugh: imagine, these were the first set of boobs that he'd ever see. I'd probably ruined him for all other girls.

I leaned back on the couch, trying to look inviting. He was staring at my tits like they were a work of art, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride. Other guys had seen my boobs, of course, but... I dunno, no one had gawped at them the way Brian did.

Like they were something really special.

"Touch them," I breathed, and he didn't need any further invitation, his hands reaching out to grope my chest.

His technique wasn't any better without a layer of clothing in the way, and I didn't want to think about the marks he might be leaving.

Then, he ducked his head forward, and I almost gasped as his lips wrapped around one of my nipples. He sucked, and I could feel the flesh harden under his tongue. He was clumsy and messy, but I felt my body respond.

It was a strange sensation. In absolutely no way was I attracted to Brian. Like, not in the slightest.

He's a guy and I'm straight, but even so... there was just nothing there. No spark, no chemistry, nothing.

But apparently my body didn't know that. Apparently, even having the nerd next door suck on my nipple like he was trying to pull a thickshake through a straw was was enough to get a little twinge in my panties.

It was confusing as fuck. But I figured hey, maybe being a little horny would make what I was about to do a little easier. After all, I needed him.

My earlier moans had been completely for show, so I surprised myself when I heard a real one leave my mouth.

"Brian," I gasped, and his head lifted, his mouth breaking from my nipple with a little pop. His eyes were glazed, and his cheeks were flushed. He reached up and replaced his lips with his hand, and it was all I could do not to wince.

His mouth had been—not 'nice' exactly, but enough to get me a little damp—but what his hand was doing was awful. It was like he was testing melons for firmness, but for some reason he thought melons were made of iron. I tried to distract him with a kiss.

His lips were softer now, and this time he didn't hesitate to kiss me back. He was still an awful kisser, but I didn't let that show—I moaned and sighed and tried to ignore the rough treatment my boob was getting.

When the kiss broke, he was panting just as heavily as I was. The hint of arousal I'd oh-so-briefly had was gone now, and I didn't expect to get it back. But that was fine—the point of this wasn't for me to get off (I'm more than capable of taking care of that myself).

The point was to make sure that Brian didn't stop helping me.

I needed him.

My hand moved up his thigh, and I felt a tremor run through his body as I neared his crotch. Even through the fabric of his pants, I could feel the heat radiating from his cock.

I'd known Brian got hard. Well, I'd assumed—it wasn't like I'd ever looked anywhere near his crotch before. But it was weird to know for certain, to know that my nerdy neighbor's cock was definitely erect, and that it was definitely because of me.

He gasped when I wrapped my fingers around his erection. Even through the cloth of his pants, I could feel that it was smaller than average, probably smaller than any other cock I'd touched before. Not that there have been too many of those.

But if touching his tiny penis was what I needed to do to keep getting Brian to help me, that was what I was going to do. And hey, odds were pretty good that it would be over quickly.

So I didn't let on that his package was smaller than pretty much all my toys, just smiled at him and squeezed his erection, feeling him tremble.

"Is that for me?" I asked, and he nodded, his eyes wide.

"Good," I said, my voice low, and undid his belt.

He didn't move, his eyes locked on my tits. I almost snorted—he was staring at them like he was a kid in a candy store. Great. The more into this he was, the more likely he'd be to keep helping me.

I needed him.

He didn't stop me as I opened his pants and pulled them down, reaching into his underwear to pull his cock free. It was small, like I said, and completely stiff, bobbing with every heartbeat. His head fell back as I started stroking him slowly.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, and his head jerked in a nod.

"Good," I said, and squeezed his erection. I couldn't believe how hard it was; the ultimate compliment, in a sense.

I started jacking him off, feeling his balls twitch as I did, and leaned in to press my tits against his legs. He reached down to grab them, but I didn't let it distract me. If Brian wanted to use my boobs like toys, then he could—if it meant he kept helping me, then he could do whatever he liked with them.

Frankly, he could do whatever he liked with me, but I couldn’t let him know that. Had to try to maintain some power in our dynamic, after all.

His hips jerked a couple of times as I touched him, and I could tell that he was already close. Good. I could finish him off, he'd get back to my homework, and everything would go back to normal.

Well, that was the plan. But just as I thought he was about to blow, the music ended.

I blinked, surprised. It had been so pervasive, I'd forgotten it was even playing, but the silence was deafening. Without it, there was just the sound of my own pleading pants and moans, Brian's heavy breathing, and the slapping sound of skin on skin.

It was so much more real, suddenly. My neighbor, the nerd who couldn't say two words to me without forgetting how to speak, had his hands on my chest and I had my hands on his cock. He was sitting next to me with his pants down and his tiny cock in my fist. And it was all because of me. I was the one who had initiated this.

Why the hell had I done that?

I jumped backwards like I'd just been bitten. "B-Brian," I said... oh, great. Now I was the one who was stammering. "What are... why are..."

Brian looked more terrified than I'd ever seen him. I'd always been able to read his thoughts like they were written on his face, but now it was like they were being screamed directly into my ears. His mouth was open, but no noise was coming out, and his eyes were fixed on me.

I instinctively moved my arm to cover my breast, and Brian's reaction surprised me: instead of saying anything, or looking away, he reached out for his laptop.

He'd left it on the edge of the couch, and hitting the keyboard was enough to wake it up, starting the music again. All of a sudden, the trance funk washed over us, filling the room, clearing away my thoughts, and I remembered exactly why I'd been doing what I was doing.

This wasn't weird. This was necessary. I needed Brian.

I needed Brian, and if I played my cards right... he'd do whatever I wanted.

He'd do anything.

Brian pressed another button, and the song changed, but it didn't matter. I'd remembered what was important. I needed Brian to help me, and if that meant I had to jack him off while he groped my tits, that's what I was going to do.

Or, if I really wanted to make sure he kept helping me...

Without a word, I leaned over, and I took him in my mouth.

He tasted of sweat, and pre-cum, and it was enough to almost make me gag. I've only given a few blowjobs, and I've never liked it... but I needed Brian, and if giving him a blowjob was what it took, then I was going to do it.

And I knew that if I impressed him, I'd have him. The better a job I did, the more likely it was that he'd keep helping me.

I needed his help. God, I needed him so much. I’d do anything if he’d keep helping me.

So I closed my eyes and focused on what I was doing, and tried not to think about it.

His cock wasn't big, but it still choked me when he thrust upwards. I opened my eyes—he didn't look terrified any more, he was just staring at me like I was a goddess.

I'd started by licking his head, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, but now that I was going to town, I was just sucking and slurping at his cock. Every time I bobbed down, it hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.

He didn't seem to mind. If anything, he liked it, so I kept doing it. If this was what it took to get him to do my homework, it was absolutely worth it.

I expected him to cum pretty much straight away, but I guess the break in the music had shaken him as much as it did me. It didn't take long for me to get into a rhythm, and soon... look, I don't want to say I was enjoying myself, but it really wasn't that bad.

Brian was so hard, and the noises he made were so sincere, I couldn't help but enjoy it a little bit. He'd let out these little squeaks as I bobbed on his cock, like he couldn't believe that someone—me!—was giving him a blowjob.

I'd never thought of myself as being particularly good at sucking cock before. I mean, guys had always said they liked it, but... it's head, y'know? Who's going to say that they don't.

But Brian looked like he was having the time of his life. He was moaning, and his hands were grabbing at the couch, and his hips were twitching, and every time I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, his whole body shuddered.

So yeah, I was enjoying myself a little bit. I mean, I wasn't getting off—but I would happily do this in exchange for, y'know. Not flunking out of school.

Fuck, I’d do pretty much anything.

I kept bobbing my head, and his hands came down to run through my hair. It was nice, actually. Not to mention, it meant that his hands weren't on my boobs anymore. Good thing I wasn't dating anyone—explaining those bruises away would have been a nightmare.

"Ah," he gasped, his hips bucking, and that was plenty of warning. I kept bobbing, feeling his cock start to spasm in my mouth, his balls twitching in my hand. He let out a soft, high-pitched whimper, and I felt him fill my mouth.

I'd never actually let a guy finish in my mouth before. There were, y'know, better targets freely available... but if I was going to make sure that Brian kept helping me, I figured I'd give him the whole experience.

It tasted like nothing, like... I don't know, salty, bitter water. But it was warm and thick, and it came in gushes, filling my mouth. I swallowed it down as quickly as I could, trying not to taste it, and I didn't miss a drop.

When the flow slowed to a trickle, I kept going, bobbing and slurping and swallowing. He gave a soft little gasp, and I looked up to see that his face was even redder, his mouth open in a tiny 'o'.

Eventually, I felt his cock softening in my mouth, so I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My jaw was sore. I'd been at it longer than I'd thought.

"Thanks," I said, giving him the biggest smile I could muster. Not that it mattered—his eyes were still firmly affixed to my tits. "That was fun."

He nodded wordlessly.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew how... grateful I am," I said. I didn't have to fake the sincerity in my voice. I needed him, and now? He'd do anything.

He'd do anything. "Now, do you think you could finish off that report?"

He nodded, and I smiled again, and I let him watch while I put my top back on.

And sure enough, less than an hour later, the report was done. It was perfect, too—it was clear that Brian had done his absolute best work.

I guess I’d figured out the best way to motivate him.

"Thanks," I said, watching as he emailed it to me. I was glad that it hadn't been awkward; it would have been easy for Brian to be all weird after what we'd done. But he hadn't. Well, not any more weird than usual.

I turned to leave, and as I did, the track changed. It was more of the same—like I said, not my kind of music, but not bad.

For some reason, the song got me thinking. If I asked, Brian would probably send me the files. No, it wasn't exactly my jam, but it had definitely grown on me.

Hell, he'd probably put it on my phone if I asked.

After what I'd just done for him, he'd do anything.

But... that wasn't really true, was it? The blowjob had been in exchange for writing my assignment. I mean, it wasn't like we'd sat down and negotiated terms, but I think we both knew what was what.

If I wanted anything more from him... well, it was mine to get.

Nerds are so lonely, so horny, so sex-starved: you throw them a bone, and they'll do anything.

They'll do anything.

"Brian," I said, slowly turning around, a seductive smile on my face. "I really like this song."

He didn't say anything, just stared at me, like I was a lab experiment and he wanted to see what would happen next.

"I really like it," I purred, crossing the room to where he sat on the couch. "And I'd really like it on my phone."

He didn't say anything. His eyes were fixed on my chest... which, to be fair, was all but in his face.

"Can you do that for me?" I asked, dropping to my knees in front of him.

He nodded. His face was so red.

"Thanks," I said, leaning forward. My hand reached out and pressed against the front of his trousers. He was just as hard as he had been earlier.

"I'll make it worth your while," I continued, pulling my shirt over my head, and—for the second time that day—unhooking my bra.

Brian's mouth dropped as I wrapped my tits around his cock. They were as big as his dick was small—that is to say, not cartoonishly so, but certainly not average.

His hips twitched as I began to jerk him off with my tits, and again I felt that slight hint of arousal between my legs.

I'd never thought of my boobs as, like, particularly erogenous zones, but apparently they were. As I bounced my chest, I could feel my nipples stiffen in the cool air.

Brian's hands were clenching and unclenching on his legs. I knew what he wanted, so I took one of them and guided it to my chest. We sat there for a few minutes, my boobs more than enveloping his cock, him kneading and squeezing my chest with his hands.

But this wasn't just doing an assignment. No, we'd been doing that for months. This was something new, and I knew that I needed to give Brian something special in order to make sure he did what I wanted.

I'd was wearing a skirt, so it wasn't hard to pull my panties down and kick them aside. Brian's eyes bulged as I pulled myself on top of him, his cock nestling against my pussy.

"I've never done anything like this before," I said coyly, which wasn't a lie. Oh, I'd had sex before, of course, but I'd never fucked a guy like Brian.

I'd never fucked a guy I wasn't attracted to.

I'd never fucked a nerd.

"Be gentle," I said, lifting myself up. Brian's hands came down to rest on my hips, and he was looking up at me with awe, like he couldn't believe what was happening.

Hell, I could hardly believe it myself.

But I wanted that music, and I knew that if I did this, he'd do anything.

He'd do anything.

The tip of his cock brushed against my lips. I felt a shiver run through me, and I hesitated for just a moment. This was the point of no return, the line in the sand. Was I really going to cross it?

If I fucked Brian, he'd do anything. If I fucked Brian, he'd be mine. Forever.

I lowered myself down onto him.

Brian's breath was ragged and his chest was heaving as I impaled myself on his cock. Like I said, it wasn't big, but it was enough that I could feel it inside me.

"Ah," I moaned, and it wasn't entirely for show. It felt nice. Not, like, orgasm-inducing or anything, but it was a good feeling. I'd gotten a little wet from feeling his cock between my tits, and so he entered me with ease.

And, yeah. Apparently just like my boobs couldn't tell the difference between the mouth of someone I'm attracted to and someone I'm not... my pussy had the same confusion.

I wasn't into Brian. I was, like, negative into Brian.

But as I began lifting myself up and down on his cock, my body didn't realize that. As far as my pussy was confirmed, I was being fucked by a dick, and it didn't matter how small that dick was or who it belonged to.

All that mattered was that it was a dick.

I was getting wetter. Brian looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. He was losing his virginity to the hot chick who lived next door, and I was clearly enjoying it.

"Oh, Brian," I breathed his tiny cock nestled deep inside of me. My neighbor's eyes widened, and his fingers dug into the soft skin of my hips.

As I bounced on his cock, I could feel him shudder and twitch, like he couldn't control his body. His face was beet-red, his eyes were wide, and I could practically read his thoughts on his face: This is happening. This is really happening.

I'm fucking a cheerleader.

I was starting to really get into it; the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me was sending sparks running through my body. It was so weird, and I couldn't help but let a smile cross my face.

Brian, to my surprise, noticed immediately and shot me a look.

"Nothing," I said, answering his non-verbal question with a shake of my head. "It's just... you feel so good."

I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying it. I mean, yeah, it'd been a while since I've gotten laid, but... I mean, it was Brian. There was no way that his tiny cock should be getting me off.

And yet there I was, riding my nerdy neighbor, every bounce sending a spark through my body.

It didn't hurt that he was clearly loving it, either. His earlier shyness was gone—as I rode him, he'd grab at my ass, he'd grab at my chest, and I'd gasp and moan because so far as my body is concerned, apparently all attention was good attention while fucking. Even rough, clumsy, awkward gropings from the nerd next door.

"Ah," he gasped, and his hips bucked. I had gotten so distracted with how good a time I was having, I hadn't noticed him approaching his orgasm. I felt his cock twitch inside me, and then I felt a sudden burst of warmth, and then another.

Brian's head fell back and he let out a long, low groan as he filled me with cum. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside me was enough to send a shock through me, and I felt my own body respond, my muscles tensing... and then, to my surprise, I was cumming, gasping and writhing, my body shaking as my neighbor filled me with his seed.

We rode out our orgasms together, him grabbing at my chest while I bounced up and down on his cock, both of us gasping, and then I slid off of him, collapsing next to him on the couch.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Brian was looking up at me, his mouth open in a goofy grin. He'd seen the look on my face, heard the moan I'd let out.

As he stared at me, his laptop entered sleep mode once more, and it was like a bucket of cold water had just been splashed onto my face.

Oh, god. Brian must have thought I'd come on his cock because I was attracted to him, not because my body had no idea what was happening.

The nerd next door thought that I'd fucked him because I wanted him.

My stomach clenched, and I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up.

I couldn't believe I'd just fucked Brian. And for what, so he could add a song to my phone? God, what the hell had come over me??

All of a sudden I was deeply aware that I was on the couch next to Brian, his cum trickling out of my pussy and soaking into my skirt—the only piece of clothing I was wearing.

He was looking at me like he'd just won the lottery, and I felt a wave of nausea flow through me. I'd just given the nerd next door the lay of his life. I'd just taken his virginity, and now he thought... he thought I wanted him.

Oh, god. I needed to get out of there.

I couldn't be mad at him, not really—I remembered what had happened, and for some unknown reason, I'd seduced him. "I have to go," I said, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head as I stood up. I couldn't bring myself to put my panties back on; all I could do was grab them and awkwardly keep them in my hand.

Brian was looking at me with a confused expression, and I didn't blame him. I'd just given him the time of his life, and all of a sudden I was fleeing his house like I was a vampire and the sun had risen.

"I'll see you," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. Although, to be honest, I didn't know if I'd ever be able to enter Brian's house again. If I never saw Brian again in my life, that would be fine by me.

I wasn't sure what else to say. Thanks? Bye forever? Please don't expect this to ever, ever happen again?

"Uh, yeah," I said, and fled.

I felt my phone buzz as I ran next door, but I ignored it. Whoever was messaging me could wait—I needed to get home and get in the shower, and get the disgusting sensation of the nerd's cum leaking out of my pussy. I needed to get clean and wash off the memory of Brian's cock inside me.

Oh, God. Brian had been inside me.

I needed to get clean.

I turned on the hot water and stepped under the water. It was too hot, but the stinging was good. Cleansing. I grabbed my body wash and started scrubbing at my skin, trying to get clean, trying to get rid of the feeling of Brian's hands on my hips, my chest.

As I scrubbed, I tried to make sense of what had happened. It had been a mistake, that was all. A huge mistake, a massive one, but... why had I done it? I'd been so worried about Brian not helping me with my homework, not putting a damn song onto my phone!

God, I couldn't believe I'd just fucked the nerd next door for a song.

Sure enough, my breasts were bruised, something that no amount of scrubbing would fix.

I couldn't believe I'd let him so much as look at my tits, let alone touch them. What had come over me? Was I a sex addict or something?

It felt like it had been a moment of insanity... one that I was never going to repeat. One that I'd have to live with for the rest of my life.

And the worst part of it? It was entirely on me. I'd been the one to come to Brian's house, I'd initiated the blowjob,—I'd been the one to pull his cock out of his pants.

There was no possible way to spin it. I'd seduced him. Hell, he'd basically been frozen in terror as I did.

It had been fully consensual—I mean, I hadn't wanted to fuck Brian, but I'd done it. I'd been the one to lower myself onto his dick, and bounced up and down, and when he'd cum inside me...

Oh, god. I'd cum. On my neighbor's tiny cock. It was like I'd blacked out and been replaced by a nymphomaniac or something. It was, not gonna lie, a little bit scary.

I'd never be able to face Brian again, not without thinking about what I'd done. I don't know what would be worse—remembering the look on his face as he came inside me, or how it had felt to writhe on top of him gasping and panting and moaning as I came on the nerd's cock.

God, what if he thought that we were a couple now? That was the thought that finally broke me. I collapsed against the shower wall, feeling tears run down my face.

Not only had I fucked the nerd next door, I'd fucked the nerd next door, and he thought that I'd loved it.

Ant worst of all, it wasn't an unreasonable thought. I'd cum on his fucking cock, after all.

I don't know how long I spent in the shower, crying. Eventually, I just turned it off and sat in the bathtub. The water dripping from me and running down the drain. I was empty, hollowed out, completely exhausted.

I still couldn't believe what I'd just done. It just didn't make any sense. Yeah, it had been a while since I'd gotten laid... but even if it had been a thousand years, why would I ever break the drought with Brian?

I dried myself off and stumbled into my room. I checked my phone, still naked, and almost threw it across the room when I saw it was a message from Brian.

It didn't say anything, just had an attachment—an MP3.

The song. The song that I'd fucked him to get.

Part of me was tempted to delete it, as if erasing the file could remove the memory, too.

But... well, I had liked the song.

Enough to fuck Brian just to get a copy, apparently.

So I hit the file, and the sound of the funk trance song filled my bedroom...