Love is Being Stupid Together Ch. 01

Love is Being Stupid Together Ch. 1

Nerd Kait meets Geek Nick in freshman year at university. They discover sex and realize even genius can't save you from dumb behavior.

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Kaitlyn was conceived in a moment of weakness by her mother who faintly heard her 'biological clock' ticking. Both parents were surgeons with the required personal arrogance to separate them from their mistakes. They both loved their daughter but had zero capability to demonstrate it any way other than financially. In their place Martha, a nurse who didn't like bodily fluids, served as pseudo parent in the role of live-in nanny.

'Kait' (Kate) demonstrated her intelligence by talking, reading, and writing very early. She skipped several grades in elementary, middle, and high school. To keep her relatively close in age to her schoolmates, Kait spent three years in an independent study entitled 'Ethical considerations in modern genetics studies.' At age eighteen, after three years of working alone, she found the interpersonal interactions required of first-year University students overwhelming. She spent a lot of time in her dorm, writing poetry.

Nicholas was planned meticulously by his lawyer mother and professor father. She stayed home for a couple of months to breastfeed but then returned to 'The Firm.' A full-time nanny was hired from a company in Brussels. Her name was Gretchen and she spoke five languages. Father was a professor of Engineering with a concomitant lack of social skills. He was too deeply involved in AI research to pay any attention to his son's development.

Nick began using computers before he could talk. He was doing simple programming for his iPad in elementary school. His mom didn't want him to skip grades in school. So, bored to tears with schoolwork beneath his capability, he started designing games in middle school and hacking in high school. He entered his freshman year of college, used to working alone. He was also overwhelmed by the need for interpersonal discourse and spent an inordinate amount of time online.

In a fortuitous turn of circumstances, they ended up sitting next to each other at Freshman Class Orientation. Neither had any interest in 'meeting classmates.' In fact, both dreaded the forced social interaction. Their academic advisors had overcome strong resistance by insisting attendance was mandatory. They perceived the discomfort in each other and recognized a kindred spirit. Even knowing this, neither spoke until the moderator asked everyone to introduce themselves to the person on their left and right.

They turned to each other, ignoring the two on either side. After exchanging names, neither one could think of anything else to say. They sat looking at each other for a minute or so. Nick finally asked her major.

"Both my parents are surgeons. I'm interested in Medicine, but I have too many ideas about possible directions. I haven't declared a major, clearly... well maybe it's not. I mean, uh... What's yours?"

He thought, 'She is a goddess! Attractive, intelligent, and socially incompetent. I might be in love.'

"My major? I don't know what... I mean it will be something in computer science. I'm a total geek, uh, I'm not... I'm a geek about computers. But I'm just learning all I can and then at some point... you know like you. There's too much to learn. Don't you think?"

She thought, 'He is perfect! Nice looking, intelligent, and a nervous wreck. He has potential.'

"I understand. It's meaningless at this point to focus when it's so much fun to explore."

Nick stared at her, nodding 'yes,' unable to form a sentence. She silently returned his gaze. They were both used to what most people consider 'uncomfortable pauses.' Neither one of them had the skill to move the conversation forward and were content to just be present with each other. It was a rare experience for both to be almost relaxed with another person. However, a niggling thought began pushing Nick. He realized the germination of the relationship was tenuous. It was up to him to suggest something to continue the development.

"Do you drink... uh drink coffee? I mean would you like to, uh, um..."

"Get a cup of coffee?"

"Yes... uh, that's it. Would you like to go get some coffee?"

"I would, yes."

They left the meeting and went to the Student Union. Finding a place away from everyone else, they talked and sat and tried talking again. They found they had experiences in common including childhood boredom, distant relationships with parents, being the smartest person in the room, and difficulty with interpersonal relationships.

When the Union closed at 11pm, they both realized it was the most time they had ever spent talking to someone their own age. He politely walked her towards her dormitory. He turned to point out his dorm. His foot went off the edge of the sidewalk, twisting his ankle and lower back. He landed in the grass.

"Are you Ok?"

"I think I hurt my pride," he smiled.

He groaned a bit when standing up.

"I must have dinged my back a little."

She asked 'where,' and he pointed to his lower back on both sides.

"Guess I'll drop you off at your room. You don't have a heating pad by any chance?"

"I actually do. Sometimes I sit at the computer for hours and by back tightens up."

They went up to his room. All the Freshman on-campus dorms were 'quads.' Each unit had four bedrooms with bathrooms and a common area with a small kitchenette. None of his roommates were in the common area.

"My nanny was a nurse and she taught me massage..."

When he looked up quickly, she lost her nerve.

"You should go to the clinic and see about getting some deep tissue work. It will help the healing and make you more comfortable."

"But you said you knew how to massage."

"Yes, but I'm, uh. I'm not licensed and um, I'm not sure I could... uh..."

"I just got here. I don't want to go over to the clinic tonight. Maybe you could just, you know, uh, just do a little bit tonight and I... would you please?"

A small jolt of excitement raced through her autonomic nervous system. This would be the first time in her short, isolated life that she had touched a male her age in such a prolonged intimate way. She was confident the massage part would be competent, but unsure about her own emotional reactions. Would her hands start shaking? How would he respond?' She knew this type of thought cycle would spiral down and create the situation she feared. So, she plunged ahead.

"I guess I could do just a little. Do you have any water solvent lotion?"

He immediately realized he had the gel he used to jerk off with. 'Could he show her that? What would she think?' He panicked, staring at the bedside table. She followed his eyesight and pulled the drawer open. He closed his eyes.

"Oh, this is the brand in my bedside table. It's perfect."

When the words left her mouth, she realized she had just told him she masturbates. 'That's why he couldn't speak. It's what he uses it for.'

"That was probably a bit too much to share. But this will work very well. Take off your shirt and lay on the bed, stomach down."

Nick freaked about Kait knowing he was giving himself a hand and she held the evidence in her own hand. But she had confessed to using the same lotion herself. The image that thought produced in his mind was arousing. Then she put her dry hands on his back, and he thought he might die. Her gentle touch sent energy straight to his groin. He had to slip a hand underneath to make an adjustment.

Kait put her dry hands on his back at the beginning of the massage to warm up his muscles and to assess the tension in his body. She could tell immediately that his back was extremely tight. The clinical part of what she was doing quickly gave way to other thoughts. His back muscles were toned... he exercised. He was warm and his skin was smooth. The physical contact was arousing her. She pushed that thought aside and put some lotion in her palms to warm it up. She started on the lower back, pushing up on either side of his spinal column with the palms of her hands. These long strokes stretched out multiple muscle groups.

"Oh, Kait, that's great. It feels so relaxing."

When she worked out the overall tension in his back, she began looking for 'hot spots,' small knots of tense muscles. These 'triggers' needed precision pressure to release. She worked her way down to upper hips, releasing the trigger points as she went. There were more under his pants.

"Do you feel the knots here on your upper glutes?"

She pressed a finger on several different trigger points.

"I released several on your mid and upper back. Do you remember that sensation?"

"Yes, it literally feels like the muscle is tied in a knot. When you press on them, they hurt, but then release."

"Right. There are more on your glutes, but your clothing is in the way."

He processed what she was saying and then realization hit him... 'bam!'

"You want me, uh... to take my, umm, underwear off?"

While no ulterior motive formed in the forebrain... there was instinctual motivation in the hindbrain. She swallowed.

"Your pants, definitely. But maybe just pull the underwear down a little bit. But listen... I know this is maybe a bit much to ask. I could just focus on your upper back, and you can have a nurse at the clinic do the rest. It's up to you."

He was disappointed and relieved at the same time.

"No..."

Her heart sank a bit.

"Uh, no that's alright. I'd rather you did it. But only if you're comfortable... I mean with me being undressed. You know, it's only our first date... that is, I mean. The first time we've been together. Not really a date, but, uh..."

"Ok, slip your pants off and I'll work on the triggers."

She was so delighted he had agreed. It didn't start out overtly as a way to see his body, but she was feeling really warm and excited. Everything about this was new... thrillingly new. He lifted himself up and slid his pants off and kicked them to the floor. He didn't stand up because he had an erection and was apoplectic that she might see it.

"You push the underwear down as far as you need to for the massage," he said. He thought, 'And all the way off if you just want to look.'

She pushed the briefs down in the back until about three inches of crack were showing. There were several trigger points in the exposed glutes and her rational mind worked diligently at releasing them. He moaned in pain and pleasure. The knots hurt when being released, which accounted for the discomfort. The pleasurable moans could be from the release, but he could also just be enjoying her fingers on his ass.

The eighteen-year-old part of her mind wondered what the rest of his butt looked like. At first, she chastised herself for indulging her lust. Then she thought, he's not offering any objection and in fact his verbalizations were encouraging her to go further. She pushed her fingers under the briefs and explored beyond. The pleasure moans increased. The band of the briefs hooked over the bottom of his glutes, exposing his entire butt.

There were no more trigger points, but Kait kept massaging. Nick was aware that the 'massage' had moved from therapeutic to erotic. He was overwhelmed with sexual sensations and rocked gently against the bed in a carnal way. Kait had both hands full of ass cheeks when he came. He had never had an orgasm involving another person. Her hands gripped him as he bucked and humped. The intensity was mind-blowing.

They both exclaimed, "I'm sorry!" at the same time.

Then both replied, "It's not your fault," at the same time.

Next, they both laughed.

She didn't know the proper etiquette for post-orgasmic small talk, so she said, "I should get going. It's late."

"I think I'll wait till you're gone to get up. This is quite embarrassing," he said.

She wasn't sure what she felt but it wasn't embarrassment. She thought it was an awesome experience. She enjoyed it and would like to do more... kinda the opposite of embarrassment.

"It really isn't embarrassing. You'd think it would be... but it's not. If you had told me earlier today that I would be playing with a man's ass and giving a 'happy ending' massage, I would have blushed and denied the possibility. But I did... and we both enjoyed it."

"I certainly loved it. But you're right, I'm not feeling embarrassed. Honestly, it's the first time I've ever ejaculated with someone else present. You might be the only person in the world that I can say that to without curling up in a ball and expiring."

She kissed him on the cheek, bid him 'good night,' and left the room. She hurried back to her dorm and immediately undressed. Laying naked in her bed she enjoyed the sensations still racing around her body. Her hand slid down her stomach and found wetness between her legs. No lotion needed tonight. She thought about her vibrator but didn't reach for it. She softly caressed herself and thought about the feel of his muscular back and ass... how he squirmed from her touch. His strong, firm muscles flexed as he orgasmed. She could smell his ejaculate... raw, animalistic, uninhibited. Her orgasm roiled through her body, forcing her back to arch. She fingered herself deeply and drifted through the magnificent storm.

...

He sent a text after she had fallen asleep.

'Every moment spent with you last night was sublime. Can we meet for lunch?'

In the morning she replied, 'The Union at 12:30pm?'

He sent a 'thumbs up' emoji. He had originally typed a 'heart,' but he didn't want to make assumptions.

The previous evening's activities had changed their inner lives. But picking up that thread was awkward. He was there waiting for her and stood when she came in. She set her books down and leaned towards him. He thought it was for a kiss... she had kissed his cheek last night. But it was a hug she sought. They swayed clumsily back and forth until they managed a brief hug with 'air' kisses. They both sat down in silence nervously agitated at their clumsiness.

She finally managed a thought, "How's your back today?"

"Much better. Uh, thank you for the massage."

Thinking that might be interpreted as referencing his orgasm, he stumbled on...

"The, uh, the back massage... the deep tissue, um, it helped with the pain."

"You're welcome. I'm glad it helped."

They were quiet for a minute or so.

"Neither one of us is very good at the small talk thing," she said.

"Nope, we're not." He agreed.

"But when we were here last night, we talked for two hours with almost no awkwardness."

"I was comfortable just saying what I thought. After we got rolling, I don't think I ever thought about what you might want to hear."

She smiled, "That's it! We said what we were thinking without screening our words. You wanted to know what I thought but you weren't trying to anticipate me. I edit myself all the time with other people."

"We shouldn't do that with each other. We don't need to."

"Agreed! Let's shake on it," she said, reaching out her hand.

"We agree to say what we're thinking and never edit our thoughts," he pronounced, shaking her hand.

She took a breath.

"I enjoyed touching you last night. It was very erotic when I stopped pretending, I was being therapeutic and just let my fingers toy with your butt. I went back to my dorm and masturbated."

Nick faltered, thinking about masturbating, while imagining her naked. But he plunged ahead.

"I woke up thinking about your hands on me and masturbated again just before I sent you that text."

"Again?"

"Oh, I fapped one off right after you left. And then again at two in the morning," he chuckled.

They both laughed loudly. People looked at them. They looked around and laughed again. From that moment forward, they attempted to always tell the truth to each other. They got lunch and talked about what was going on in their courses. They both had classes after lunch. As they walked out of the Union, she moved up close to him and whispered.

"I know what it feels like to touch you, but I don't know what it feels like for you to touch me. Can we do something about that?"

"Absolutely! I have a lab late this afternoon. I could come over to your room at 6:00pm?"

"That works for me. See ya."

...

When he arrived, she took him straight back to her bedroom. A girl was reading in the common area. Kait introduced her as Beth. After they went in the bedroom, Kait closed the door and quietly locked it. She turned to Nick. He looked at her and smiled. He had a bulge in his pants, which he wasn't trying to hide.

"You have an erection," she said.

"I do. I have gotten it off and on all afternoon. Every time I thought about being here with you it came back."

"And now we're here. Would you show it to me?"

"Sure, but I thought this was your turn."

"It will be... but there's no point in hiding it. That can't be comfortable all crushed up in your pants. Besides I want to see all of you."

"You want me to take all of my clothes off?"

"To wit... 'all of you.' You want to, don't you?"

"Absolutely, but I was hoping to see all of you, as well."

"Seems like there's a clear path to resolve this minor conundrum."

They stood about five feet apart and began undressing. Nick pulled his shirt off and waited for Kait to remove her blouse and bra. Her breasts were smaller than most girls her age, but Nick didn't know or care. The nipples hardened quickly and pointed up slightly.

"Those are lovely," he said in a throaty voice.

"Nobody has ever told me that before. Thank you."

They both kicked off their shoes. She slipped her pants down and stepped out of them. He pulled his shorts and briefs off together. His cock popped up and waved around, as he straightened up.

"You have a chunk of lovely there yourself, Nick. Based on my extensive online research, that's a handsome penis."

"Why thank you Miss Kait. I can assure you no one has ever told me that."

She giggled and pulled her panties down. Picking them up with a toe, she tossed them at Nick. He tried to catch them on his erection but missed. He picked them up off the floor and draped them from his flagpole. They laugh nervously at the silliness.

"I'm going to lay on the bed. I want you to touch me."

"Anywhere in particular?"

"Let my moans guide you."

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"I don't know. I read that in some novel. Just explore my body. Boldly go where no man has gone before."

"Aye aye, Captain Kait!"

He was quite nervous, but incredibly eager as well. He read online that most men don't take enough time and rush sex. He knew they weren't going to have intercourse, but he owed her an orgasm. He intended to move very slowly. First, because he didn't know what the hell he was doing. And second, because he wanted it to be special for Kait.

If skin pores could make noise, Kait's body would be humming. When his finger first caressed her skin, it was unlike any touch she had ever experienced. He wasn't aware of the impact that tentative, gentle contact produced.

Nick moved his hand up her arm and around her shoulder. He had thought he would move his hands around for a while, before touching intimate places. But... they were right there below her shoulders, and he couldn't resist. He moved down and up the gentle rise of it to the hard nipple on top. Kait quivered. He tenderly cupped it in his hand and bent down to kiss the point. She quivered again.

"You're shivering. Are you cold?"

"Those aren't shivers. They're shudders and I'm not cold... I'm hot. Don't stop!"

He placed a hand on each breast and kissed them lavishly, one at a time.

"Ummmmm, that's amazing Nick. It feels soooooo good!"

He was pleased to be making her feel good but was unsure where to go from here. He was kneeling by her shoulders, so he picked up her hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed each knuckle and then worked his way up her arm. As he moved past the elbow, kissing every few inches, her hand dropped down and landed on his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and precum dripped out.