Nerdgasm (Naughty Nerds) Page 9

  A sense of relief washes over me at his words now that I have one less thing to worry about. “Thank you.”

  He nods in acknowledgement of my gratitude. “Now, what’s going on?”

  My palms become clammy the longer I stress, so I blurt out, “I’m a virgin.”

  Silence.

  Really awkward silence.

  Cohen, who’s usually so sure of himself, looks bowled over by my confession. He manages to school his features from astonishment to cool detachment, but I know I’ve thrown him for a loop. Just as I’m about to ask him to pretend this conversation never happened, he speaks.

  “I wasn’t expecting that, but okay. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.”

  I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Th-thanks. I’m a virgin, but Addy isn’t. I can’t talk to Demi about this, and my father has been out of the picture since I was really young. I can’t talk to my mom about this, either.”

  “So that leaves me.”

  “Y-yep.”

  “This would usually be a highly unusual topic between student and teacher, but I’m here for you, Theo. I told you I have an open door policy at the beginning of the semester, and I meant it. I’d like to think we’ve become friends of sorts.”

  I nod in agreement. “I’d agree. You feel more like an older brother than a boss.”

  A small smile curls his lips at my words. “I did tell you that you remind me of one of my brothers. I’m happy to help, but please, this specific conversation needs to stay between us.”

  “That won’t be a problem.”

  “Excellent.” With his hands steepled over his desk, he urges me to continue.

  “So, I’m a v-virgin. I mean, I’m not totally clueless. I’m a guy, so I’ve obviously taken full advantage of the internet, but I don’t have...I don’t…” My words trail off as I flounder for the right words.

  “You don’t have hands-on experience,” he supplies.

  “Exactly. Not much, anyway. Addy and I have done stuff, but I’m not sure what to do next.”

  God, this is uncomfortable.

  “Theo, if I’m going to help you, I’ll need you to be a little more forthcoming. I know this is unorthodox, but I need a little more to go off of. If I were really your older brother, how would you talk about this with me?”

  His words make sense, but it’s still hard for me to get the words out. I think this conversation would be awkward regardless of who I have it with.

  “R-right. We’ve rounded second base together, and she’s gone d-down on me. But I w-want…” I take a deep breath and try to force my rampant thoughts to calm down. “I w-want to go down on her, but I d-don’t know how. The uh, the videos I’ve seen haven’t been really helpful. I haven’t made her c-come yet, and I really w-want to do that.”

  My glasses start to slide down from all my nervous perspiration, and I push them back up the bridge of my nose as I wait for Cohen’s advice.

  “Ah, the elusive female orgasm. I know you’re asking specifically about oral, and we’ll get to that, but I’m going to also dispense some advice that will help you when you’re ready to take things to the next level. Does that work?”

  I eagerly nod, and the urge to pick up a pen and take notes is almost unbearable. Instead, I focus on my mentor. “That works.”

  “Women have many erogenous zones on their bodies, but the most powerful one is the brain.”

  My brow wrinkles in confusion. “The brain?”

  “Yes, the key to making a woman orgasm is making sure you stimulate her mind,” he says as he points to his head, “and her body at the same time. It sounds like a tall order, but I want you to remember a few important things—guiding principles, if you will—that will help you when it comes to pleasing a woman.”

  “Okay.”

  “First, she comes first. Every. Single. Time. Before you get yours, make sure she gets hers. If you happen to orgasm before her, you better make sure you return the damn favor. Making a woman come is addictive; it’s a natural high most men take for granted. Her pleasure is paramount, and you don’t ever want to leave a woman unsatisfied. This rule applies even more so when you’re making a first impression. You want to be the guy she thinks about when she touches herself.”

  I’m listening to his candid advice with rapt attention, my initial discomfort at having this conversation no longer at the forefront of my mind. Instead, it’s being replaced with curiosity.

  “But how do I make sure she’s satisfied? How do I become that guy?”

  Cohen chuckles at my eagerness before he continues. “I’ll get to that. Second, always be aware. It’s easy to get lost in the pleasure yourself, and it happens, but if you want to make a woman come, you need to pay attention to what she likes. Study her reactions to things you do, remember things she says, and use those to your advantage. Every woman is different, and some may need more help than others to get there. This is where the brain stimulation comes in. There won’t ever be a tried and true method each time to get a woman off, even if it’s the same woman. Maybe she had a bad day or she’s self-conscious or she’s wanting to try something new. Figure out what she wants, do it, and do it while making her feel beautiful.”

  “What if I can’t figure out what she wants? And can’t I just tell her she’s beautiful?”

  “To address your first question, the answer is simple. You ask her.”

  “Just like that?” I can hear the skepticism in my voice.

  “Just like that. If you aren’t sure, you need to ask her. It doesn’t mean she’ll answer; some women are shy or not as vocal. Something that’s worked for me is asking if she likes something while you do it. This way, you can gauge her reaction to something specific, and if she doesn’t give a very thorough response or doesn’t answer verbally, her body will respond for her. If you can feel her getting wetter, you’re doing something right.”

  I can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now, but I’m glad it’s happening.

  “To answer your second question, telling a woman she’s beautiful isn’t enough. Words are great, but you need to back what you say up with action. My third piece of advice is to take your time with foreplay. Worship her body, and make her feel incredible. My advice overlaps in that they’re all related. This goes back to what I said earlier about her getting wet. You want her so keyed up for the final act, so mindless with pleasure, that she’s aching for it. If you really like this girl, this won’t be a problem. The fact that you want to make her feel good speaks volumes. Trust me, this part won’t be a hardship.”

  “This is a lot to remember.” Anxiety starts to brew in the pit of my gut. What if I can’t do all of this, or what if I’m bad at it?

  My apprehension must be showing on my face because Cohen quickly reassures me. “Prowess comes with experience, and no person is an expert. Even me. You’ll learn as you experiment, and when you are trying things out with someone, you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. When you get to know her body and her reactions, you’ll be able to use what you’ve learned. At the end of the day, it’s important to remember to just have fun and learn from every interaction.”

  “Okay.” I breathe out slowly. “I can try that.”

  “You’ll be okay, Theo. Now, let’s talk about oral. How familiar are you with the female anatomy?”

  “Um, what do you mean?”

  “I mean, how familiar are you with the pussy? You’ve mentioned going to second base already, so I’m assuming you’ve fingered her, but how comfortable are you down there?”

  I squirm in my seat, my face heating at remembering touching Addy this way and having to answer this question. “I-I’ve seen her down there, but I h-haven’t gotten up c-close and p-personal.”

  Cohen looks around for a moment as he contemplates what to say next. His eyes land on the orange I brought for a snack on my desk, and he points at it. “Toss me that orange, please.”

  Without hesitation, I throw him my or
ange and watch as he quickly starts to peel it.

  “Now,” he starts, “I would suggest you watch some porn on your own time to continue this lesson, but I’m going to try and show you what to focus on.” He’s managed to peel the orange all the way, and he easily splits it in half. “Let’s pretend this,” he starts, gesturing toward the inside of one peeled half, “is a woman’s pussy.”

  Surprise runs through me. “The orange?”

  “Just go with it.”

  “O-okay.”

  “Eating a woman’s pussy is almost like eating an orange, and the anatomy is not that dissimilar.”

  “Um...okay.”

  “See this right here?” he asks as he gestures toward the top of the central column of the orange. The top of the column wasn’t pulled out when he peeled it, and it looks like a little bump. Once I nod, he continues. “This is the clit. Sometimes a woman’s clit will be big, and sometimes it’ll be small and will hide behind the clitoral hood. As she becomes more stimulated, her clit will swell. When you’re going down on a woman, you want to pay special attention to the clit. Granted, you want to pay special attention to the clit in all sexual acts, but you really want to love on it during oral. Basically, make out with it. Kiss it, lick it, suck it.”

  The heat level on my face is starting to reach dangerous levels, and I’m sure he can see it. Thankfully, he’s in full teacher mode and chooses to ignore my obvious embarrassment and continues.

  “So on either side of the clit, you have the lips, and between all this, you have the slit.” He punctuates his very high-level anatomy lesson by pointing out the parts he’s mentioning with his fingers. “Sometimes it drives a woman crazy in a good way if you focus on all the other parts of her pussy before you pay attention to her clit. Teasing can be your best friend, Theo. Going back to turning on her mind, sometimes the anticipation makes things that much hotter. The pussy is your playground, and you want to make sure your lips and tongue and fingers get in on the action. From what you’ve said, you haven’t fully rounded second base either, so you can do both of these when going down on her.

  “When you insert your fingers, take the time to feel her. Don’t be crazy and get super rough with it, either. Start slow, use soft touches, and build up as she gets turned on. You don’t have to test this right away, but if you crook your finger in a come-hither motion, you’ll find her G-spot. This is just as sensitive as the clit and makes women go crazy, and it feels like a slightly rough bundle of nerves. Trust me, when you find it, you’ll know.”

  His hand has been demonstrating the entire time what he means, and he chuckles before continuing.

  “My previous advice about being aware and paying attention to what she likes or doesn’t like definitely applies here. If she twitches and moans, keep doing it. If she gets wetter, keep doing it. If she grabs your head and pulls your hair, keep doing it. If she clenches around your fingers and arches her back, keep fucking doing it.”

  “K-keep doing it. Got it,” I say faintly.

  “One thing that’ll separate your skills from that of others is to never do things halfway. Eat her pussy like you would a juicy, well, orange. And all that wetness?” He presses the center of the bottom of the orange where he said the slit was, and the juices seep out and run down his fingers. “You lick that sweet goodness up and savor it.” He pops his fingers into his mouth and follows his own advice. “Even when she comes, don’t stop what you’re doing. See that orgasm through to the end. Believe me, if you enjoy eating her out, she’ll enjoy it. I personally love eating pussy, but it’s not for everyone. If it’s not your thing, no worries. Just figure out another way to get her off.”

  “You make it sound so easy.”

  “Like I said, you’ll learn as you go, and your confidence will increase. If you have fun, it’ll be easy. Making sure she comes first, paying attention to what her body does and what she says, and incorporating foreplay are the three pillars of sexual enjoyment I encourage you to remember. You can’t really go wrong with these things, and your curiosity and eagerness will help make this all happen naturally. I can guarantee it won’t feel like work or a checklist. And remember, eat that pussy like it’s your last meal.”

  His last sentence has me laughing, and it helps breaks me from the self-consciousness that washed over me a moment ago.

  “Thank you for being so honest and for the help, Cohen.”

  “Anytime, Theo. I hope it all works out for you.”

  “Same here.”

  “You want the other half of this orange?”

  “Sure,” I reply. He throws the half he didn’t use in his demonstration over, and I set it down next to me.

  I start to grade papers, but nervous excitement hits me whenever I think of Cohen’s guidance and look at the orange on my desk.

  It’s time to put this lesson to the test.

  Twelve

  Addy

  I don’t know what’s gotten into Theo, but I freakin’ love it. It’s our Saturday date night, and the heavy makeout session we usually indulge in is on track to be the sexiest one yet. Once we got back to my place from dinner, Theo carried me to my bedroom and started to shower me with more erotic attention than I’ve ever received in my life. We haven’t had sex yet, but my sexy virgin is obviously set on making me feel good. And boy, is he succeeding.

  “It’s not fair that I’m practically naked and you’re still dressed,” I pant as Theo sucks a nipple into his mouth and sucks.

  In response to my comment, he pulls back from my chest and lifts his shirt over his head. My mind blanks as I stare at his body, which is all broad shoulders and lean, defined muscles. He’s almost too much, I think to myself. Before I can look my fill, he leans his big body over mine and starts to pepper warm kisses on my breasts again.

  “Better, but I want to touch you, Theo.” My voice comes out as a whispered whine. “Please,” I beg as my fingers dig into his traps on a particularly delicious tug of his lips on one of my nipples. At my reaction, he tugs at the other nipple, which causes my back to arch into his touch.

  Once again, he pulls back from my chest and looks up at me. Shy Theo has been replaced by confident Theo, and I feel the wetness pooling between my thighs at the determined look he gives me.

  “You’ve had plenty of opportunities to touch me, Addy. I want to return the favor, please.” His eyes twinkle as he starts to kiss me down my chest and stomach, moving lower and lower. He hasn’t gone down on me yet, but I can’t help the involuntary rise of my hips as he gets closer to my center. “Tonight is all about you.”

  “I can be on board with that.” Because come on now, who wouldn’t be?

  “Thank you,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss right above the elastic of my panties. My breath hitches when he drags them down my hips and legs, a look of awe and excitement clear on his features as he stares at my core.

  “Before we make it all about me, Theo, I do have one request.”

  “What is it?” he asks, still staring at my rapidly drenching center.

  “If it’s all about me, can you please get naked? I want to see you.” My words cause him to tear his eyes away until we’re making eye contact again. “I promise I’ll be good.”

  A fierce blush colors his cheeks, and his words come out in a rush. “Okay, but keep your hands to yourself.”

  “You’ve got it.”

  I spread my arms and place my hands up and behind my head where they’ll behave. He looks on in satisfaction, and I watch as he strips completely. My breath catches in my throat when he kicks off his jeans and boxers, his hard dick bobbing free of his waistband. It’s really not fair how hot he is. He’s all lean strength and long limbs, and I almost regret telling him I’ll keep my hands to myself. Looks like I’ll have to improvise.

  “Better?” he asks. He’s blushing furiously, but he doesn’t look self-conscious; he shouldn’t be, since he’s comfortable in his skin in a way only athletes have seemed to master.

  “Yes, but I lied.
I want a kiss too, please.”

  He smiles as he starts to lean in and move up my body. I hold back a groan as his dick rubs against me, all hot velvet steel, and I can’t help the subtle wriggle of my hips.

  “So demanding.” He delivers his words with a smile, and I can tell he doesn’t mind my demands at all.

  “You have no idea.”

  I return his smile and wait for him to rest his weight on mine. Instead, he props himself up so he’s hovering above me. He looks down at me for a few moments with joy shining in his eyes, his forearms on either side of my head. I lie back and stare up at him, content to let him take the lead.

  Finally, he leans down and presses his warm lips on my forehead. His kisses travel across my face before descending to my mouth, which has parted in pleasure, and the pressure he gives me starts off sweet before turning passionate. The longer we kiss, the more I ache for him to touch me. I move my hands out from behind my head and fist them in the sheets, determined to keep them to myself, and the shift in position has the tips of my nipples rubbing against his sculpted chest. Theo groans at the contact, and the sound alone has me wanting more. Once I’m lying flat again, his body seems to chase mine of its own volition because his arms move. Instead of propping himself up, he settles his body on top of mine.

  I moan loudly at the skin to skin contact; it’s the first time we’ve been completely naked together, let alone pressed against each other to this degree, and his smooth muscles and heavy weight feel divine. As our kisses becomes more desperate, our tongues dueling, I wiggle my hips and place my legs on either side of his lean hips, my feet flat on the bed and my knees bent.

  Theo tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth and moves his lips to my neck, and my back bow up in response. The movement causes my wet center to press against his hard dick, and I get an idea. I promised I’d keep my hands to myself, but I didn’t promise I’d keep other parts of my anatomy in check.