geeky guy gets it

[naughtynaughty]

Freshman year in college was everything I thought it could be, the parties, the boys, the work (eww), the parties, the boys ... the parties and boys again? And finally, in the second semester, rush. I couldn't wait. My mother had been in the same sorority when she had gone to school here, and I just could not wait.

My first few assignments for rush had been pretty simple, and finally we were nearing the end. I had to get dressed up for a special ceremony or something where the sisters who chaired the rush committee would give us all our final assignments.

I picked a little red number, with heels that raised my 5'2" frame to a more respectable 5'4". My light brown hair flowed down over my shoulders and across the swell of my D cups. Looking hot, I think to myself as I walk out the door of my dorm, and across the quad, and down a little path to the sorority house.

As I knocked on the door, I heard a few catcalls from out on the street, but I did not even dignify them with a response. The door opened, and the head of our sorority wecomed me. I thanked her, and started heading into the main room. "Not tonight, darling. We have a different plan for you."

I follow her into a back room where all the sisters are. "Sweetheart, we need you to perform a special task. You are one of the more sensual recruits that we have this semester, and as such, we would like to see exactly what you can do with it. There is a young man in the IT department, his name is Harold, and he's a senior." One of the girls hands me a picture of Harold, and I can see that he doesn't get out much. He's pale white with unkempt hair and terrible looking glasses. "He was one of our 'joke' assignments our freshman year, but he did not go for the girl. As such, he has become more and more important to us as the years have gone on. We want you to be the one who takes him, the one who finally masters Harold. If you don't ... no big deal, but we would love it if you could, because we couldn't."

With that I was sent on my way, left to my own devices figuring out how to get Harold. First things first, I would hve to sabotage my computer so I had a reason to go meet him. On arriving back in my dorm, I slip off my dress, and wrap my naked body loosely in a bathrobe. I proceed to go into the folder that my father had told me never to open, and started deleting things that had the letter L in the title, because I had no other way of determining which to delete. In no time I was getting weird error messages, and I needed to call IT. The sisters had told me that he was on duty tonight, and that it might be best to get a first shot as early as possible. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I would have to try.

I pick up the phone and call the IT department. "Hi, I'm having trouble with my computer," I sigh into the phone, "could you send somebody over to help me?"

OOC: I'm sure you can figure out where this is going. I need somebody to play Harold, feel free to not have sex with my character for a while. Maybe she actually starts to like him, but she definitely like having sex with him. At any rate, he should have very little personal skills, and he is still a virgin despite almost being done with four years in college.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Harold:

'Awwwww hell, why me,' Harold thinks as he totes his tool kit and CD and floppy case across campus to check out what's wrong with freshman girl's computer. He knew she was a freshman because of her dorm, it's where they put all the first year female students and the males was across an open area from it, both centrally located to make it easier for them to find their way around campus.

'All I needed was a couple of more quiet hours of code writing to iron out the final bugs and I'll be ready to copy right my program and have it ready for a full online Beta test in preparation for my Master's Thesis next year, and my entry into the online high tech world of the mega bucks.
"Bill Gates may have a lock on processors and chips, but I can write programming circles around the idiots working at Microsoft,' he thinking as he arrives at the dorm, stops and signs in at the desk explaining the need to visit her room and getting a floor pass.

'Good thing the ditz gave the switchboard her room number 'cause she either doesn't have one or forgot her name,' he thinks as the elevator takes him to the top floor and the dorm wide PA announces the standard warning to one and all "There's a man in the dorm, act and dress accordingly."

When the elevator stops Harold checks the plaques showing which room numbers are which way and walks to room number 669 and knocks then stands tapping his foot impatiently as he mentally disconnects while running through code strings mentally making corrections he'd rather be entering into his program.

 

[naughtynaughty]

Kristina

I hear the knock on my door, and I set up the scene quickly. I leave the top drawer of my desk open a bit, with my mini vibrator clearly visible, shake my hair out and mess it up a bit, and loosen the tie on my bathrobe which covers my naked body.

"Come in," I call out in a sexy little voice.

When he walks in, my first reaction is that he isn't all that impressive. He walks a little bent over like he's ready to be scolded, and he seems a little intimidated to be in my room. "Oh hi, you must be the IT guy," I say, walking over to him with a little sway in my hips. I twirl a loose piece of hair, and smile at him. "I'm Kristina, and this computer is totally messed up. I was trying to look at this website, and the whole thing got fucked."

I shake his hand, and then keep holding it as I lead him to my computer. "Could you check it out for me?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Harold:

"Ummm, Hi.
"Uh huh. I see," he says to her introduction and then asks as she leads him to the computer, clearly visible across the room on the desk next to the window, "what buttons did you push or what files or folders did you open before it crashed on you?"

His leg hits the desk drawer, closing it, as he maneuvers himself between desk and chair as he sets his tool box and case of diagonstic CD's and floppys on the desk then sits down to try and boot it up.

 

[naughtynaughty]

Kristina

I lean in over his shoulder, my loose robe revealing just enough for it to be deemed an accident if he has a problem with it. "Well that's the thing, I don't know what I did ... it was like working fine one minute, and then all of a sudden, boom, nothing. It's really frustrating, you know?"

I'm a little frustrated that he didn't notice my little dildo, but worse things have happened. He works for a few minutes with me hanging on his side, and I can't believe he hasn't checked me out once. "Oh my god, I'm sooo sorry," I say, trying to tear his attention away for just a second. "I know this is totally stupid of me, and you probably don't care about me because I'm like just a freshman and stuff, but I totally forgot to introduce myself, and here you are hanging out in my room, trying to fix my computer. I'm Kristina, what's your name?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Harold:

He's busily hitting the keys and staring at the keyboard (this is all off the cuff as I can use a comp and that's about all *G), not paying any attention to what's going on around him.

When he reaches for his case of CD's and floppy disk's his elbow bumps a breast, but his other hand is still tapping away and he doesn't seem to even realize as he reads what flashes onto the screen the taps some more keys and so it goes as he unzips the case.

"Ummm, hi. Nice to meet you. I'm Harold, Harold Kincaid."

A pause and then, "Somehow or other you've managed to delete over half of the needed files and drivers for your Windows program, ummm... Kristina.
"I'm going reinstall them for you and put it all into a password protected file as you can't accidently do it again 'cause you won't be able to access it.
"If your comp needs to be worked on again you'll have to ask for me or have whoever comes to fix it call me for the password. All of the tech's have each others phone numbers so that shouldn't be a problem.
"When you leave school gimme a call before hand and I'll come back and remove the password so any other tech who needs access in the future can have it."

And he puts a CD in the player, taps some keys and watches the monitor as code strings flash by nodding to himself as each appears and starting to hum Bolero under his breath.

 

[Teenage Venus]

I got the distinct feeling Harold had as much interest in girls in general - and me in particular - as I had in the ass-end of a dead camel. He would be finished and out of here in seconds, and my efforts wasted.

Desperate times call for desperate measures:

Leaning over, apparently intent on watching him at work, I 'lost balance', and with a little cry, fell past him to the floor. With the aid of a hand tugging loose the tie prior to my fall, my bathrobe gaped wide open. I sprawled out on my back, legs wide apart, breasts and everything else naked to his gaze. I lay motionless as if unconscious...

 

[naughtynaughty]

Kristina

He is really beginning to frustrate me by not paying any attention whatever to me. He starts humming something under his breath, and I decide to lay low for a while. I have a little love seat in the room, so I go over and sprawl out on it, revealing a lot of leg under my bathrobe, and a good amount of cleavage. The seat is situated right behind Harold at the computer, so he will have to turn around, and maybe I can get his attention away from the hunk of plastic.

"So Harold, tell me about yourself, what are you in to?" Something about him not paying any attention to me is really turning me on. I have to fight the urge to touch myself, and decide instead that my neighbor will be getting a call really soon if Harold doesn't pan out.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Harold:

As he watches the monitor, "Writing my Master's thesis program. Just a little bit more to go and I'll copy right it and then offer it for sale as well as for my thesis."

"How about you," he asks while changing CD's the starting again.

"I don't know how you could have done all of this to your browser and not realized it," he mutters.