Got the hots for the nerd

jessy19

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I see him in school walking around wearing his neatly pressed slacks and button up shirts and I just want to tear him apart! He's so hot and he probably doesn't know it! HE's a high school senior like me, quiet, timid but so sexy. I love those black rimmed glasses he wears and how neat he combs his hair.

I'm dating the school jock but he's boring me. I want an intelligent man and i know this guy has a secret talent which I want to find out!
 
the nerd

I see her walking around school. She is so hot,, but I know I haven't got a chance with her. She's hanging on the school jock. Those guys always get the best chicks. What gives, I know I'm sort of a nerd but I'm happy that way. I'm heading for the library to check out some classic literature. Like prose and poetry written by Chaucer, Shakesphere, Blake, and Shelly. In those days back in Merry old England, women reallly thought nerds were hot. Wish I could have been around then.
 
Adam West

I watch her,waiting for my chance to do something for her, pick up her books if she drops them, open the door for her but that jock, he's always right behind her groping her, demanding her attention, He doesn't even listen when she talks just stands with a blank look on his face untill he can get own his mouth in gear, wise cracking and showing off, not paying attention to her needs. If I were him I'd be content to just hold her hand, walk with her, listen to her talk see her smile, her bright eyes twinkling, but I know I haven't got a chance with her. Unless I could to do some good deed for her some random act of kindness that would catch her attention and notice me.

Hey, she's heading for the library, I know the jock with her hates going in there, he's afraid he might learn something, This is my chance. The jock is heading for the cafeteria where he can boast and show off.

We're in the Library together now. Maybe I can help her find a book or maybe sit beside her and strike up a conversation.
 
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I have to finish my homework since my boyfriend wouldn't let me this weekend. All he wanted to do was fuck and I was tired, but he does not care for my needs.

I walk down the aisle searching for poetry books so I can do my report on Robert Frost. Suddenly, I see him. He's eyeing me, probably has been for a while but he quickly turns away...

I smile and my heart flutters knowing how shy he is. God he's so cute. If he only knew that I secretly wanted him...
 
Adam

I look down when she sees me watching her. My shyness is trying to push aside my desire to meet her, but I just know that I have to get to know her and that if I blow it now, it may be never.

Taking a deep breath I step towards her pretending to be looking for the book that’s just in front of her.
“Thats it!” I think, when i seee the title “Shes searching for something for the next periods homework assignment. A report on one of Robert Frosts poems. I finished mine days ago It’s in my locker.”

Thinking fast I reach for the same book she is just about to take from the shelf. Our hands touch and I feel a spark pass between us giving me the courage to look in her eyes and say. I.....
I’m sorry....Suddenly I realize I don’t even know her name. Her eyes tell me she isn’t sorry that this happened and her smile sends shivers up and down my spine. The book drops from both our hands and as we stoop to pick it up, our eyes meet again. "I need this book for my report." she says.

Right now, I’d do anything for her, anything at all. Suddenly feeling assertive I take the book from her, knowing exactly what I need to do. “You don’t need this.’ I say. “ I finished my report, it’s in my locker.” You can turn it in as yours , I’ll tell the teacher I didn’t get mine done.”
 
"But I don't want you to get in trouble," I say to him not being able to stop smiling.

"You wont' get me in trouble. I can easily do another report."

"Of course you can," I say, "You're so smart."

He blushes. "I guess I am but I bet you are too."

I take the book away from him. "Ok then if you believe I'm smart, let me do my own report....but I'd love you to help me."

Our eyes meet and lock. He's so cute when he blushes...
 
Adam

I can’t believe this is happening, I had hoped that she would have accepted my report and I would have been happy with that but she actually wants to have me help her with her homework. “But where?” I wonder. We have an hour before the class starts, the library is full of students we both know. I’d be happy to have everyone know that this cute girl is studying with me but what about her? If her boyfriend finds out, he’ll get really pissed. He seems like the possessive type.

I have an idea. I tear my gaze from hers and stand up. She stands up beside me waiting, a look in her eyes that tells me she wants to be with me.

I look around, “Lets go somewhere private.” Then, I realize I have spoken in a rather intimate way, my tone conspiring and suggestive. I add quickly, “I mean... I don’t want to get you in trouble with your....boyfriend.” I blush again.

She smiles, and then does something I hadn’t expected. She stretches upwards, leans close to me and whispers in my ear. “ What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” I swear, I can feel her soft warm lips on my ear.

I grin, knowing she’s enjoying the conspiracy. I turn to whisper back, my face so close to hers, I can smell her perfume and feel the heat of the nearness of her, the urge to kiss her is overpowering, somehow I manage to keep my senses.

“O.K., check out the book, and meet me in the north hall, across from the chemistry lab. There’s a bench there and a window that overlooks the park. No one goes there much because of the smell from the lab experiments... unless that bothers you.. .maybe you have a better idea.”

I am surprised at my ability to speak so assertively, but the prospect of being alone with her urges me forward.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, Milady, I add.” Then I chuckle as I take her hand and raise it to my lips. “My name is Adam,... Adam West and what, pray tell is the name of the lovely princess who’s hand I have the honor of holding.”
 
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"Hi Adam, I'm jessica. Looks like your really into chivalry huh?"

He blushes again fixing his glasses. "Shall we go?"

"Yes."

We walk out, silent at first, but eventually, I feel like talking. "I've seen you around. I think you are...interesting..." I say

He laughs. "Interesting? Me? Hmm that's something I don't hear everyday."

"Well I think, you're more than interesting. I think you're....uh nevermind," i lose my nerve to tell him that I have a secret huge crush on him.
 
Adam

As we head down the hallway, the thought of her thinking that I am interesting makes me smile, I had thought maybe dull or boring but interesting? Yet, the idea makes me feel good. I can tell she means what she is saying, that she's not just saying it cause I'm helping her with her report. More than likely she could have done it on her own. Something about the way she looked at me made me think that it was more than than just my being interesting that made her want to be with me. Could she actually think I was good looking?

I had always thought of myself as being somewhat average, I kept my self in good shape walking and swimming, I wasn't into competitive sports but I liked challenging my own bodies limits. I kept my dark brown hair short and combed. I dressed neatly and conservatively.

"Jessica, wait up." I said, she had gotten ahead of me and even though I had been enjoying the view from behind, I wanted to be beside her too. I took her hand when she paused and we continued toward our 'private place'.

I couldn't wait to show her this place where I often went to study away from the often chaotic lounge or the caffeteria. As we approaehed the bench in front of the big window facing the park I was happy to find out that a breeze was blowing from the south and that the smell from the chemistry lab wouldn't bother us. In fact the janitor had left the window open and a warm current of fragrant air greeted us as we sat down.

So..., Robert Frost.... What would you like to say about him and his type of poetry? I open up the book and turn to one of my favorites. " 'The Fog' a great metaphore. Cant' you just see hidden in the mist, a svelt, sleepy, giant of a cat... elusive yet so very ...well... just there, bigger than life. and then suddenly, silently gone. I like short concise words and phrases. A Haiku for instance. It doesn't take a lot of words to create an intense emotion."

I laugh self consiously, "I'm starting to sound like a professor giving a lecture or something. Tell me what you think ...or better yet tell me about yourself...do you even like poetry? Are you going on to college next fall? do you live at home. What's your favorite color?" I laugh again."Now I'm starting to sound like a lawyer."

She is watching me, a curious look on her face. Hey, I say, suddenly realizing we did need to know more about each other. That we were virtually strangers alone in a secluded hall. That minutes ago we didn't even know each others name.

I decide to be straight and upfront with her. "Hey, I say, "I have to tell you this, O.K.? I'm a bit nervous here, can you blame me, I'm sitting all alone with the hottest girl in school. I don't know how that happened, it wasn't like I was planning it that way, it just sort of happened.... I paused ..well maybe its more than that. I noticed you around and it wasn't like I was stalking you but I really wanted to be with you and here I am. So ... why are you here. With me.. the nerd...? "
 
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"You're not a nerd...at least I don't think you are." I say to him reaching out to put my hand over his.

I see how he shifts nervously away from me. I quickly take my hands off his. I'm blushing, I know I am.

"Sorry, I meant...I love intelligent men. I'm tired of all these guys that only want one thing from a girl and have dull conversations. I want someone who will read poetry to me in bed, someone who will take me in his arms with love, not just lust. I want someone like you, Adam."

His eyes meet my brown eyes and I deiced to be bold and make the first move. I lean close to him and give him a quick kiss on the lips...his lips so soft....
 
Adam

Her kiss catches me off guard as I had been gazing in her soft brown eyes thinking about her words. Words that tell me that she feels the same about me as I do about her. Suddenly I feel a great load disappear from my shoulders, I feel relieved and then elated .....and then as she kisses me the elation turns to pure joy and then desire, desire to return that soft quick kiss with one of my own. Our mouths blend together softly, light but lingering, holding a promise of more to come.My hands find hers and guide them to my shoulders. I pull her into my arms and hold her. It feels so natural, so right as if we had known each other for a lifetime.

After what seems like an eternity she looks up, a twinkle in her eye. “Maybe I should get this report done.” she looks down at the book and the blank paper sitting beside her on the bench. Reluctantly I agree even though I want to continue the kiss until the next class starts and let her turn in my report. I know now of course she will have no part of that and want to do it on her own so I hold back my thoughts. Instead I pick up the book and open it.

“ I’ll read to you and you just write down your thoughts exactly as they come into your head. When thats done we will organize it in the way I know the teacher will be happy with.”

I read while she writes and soon we are finished. I close the book and reaching across in front of her, set it on the bench. Our faces are so close our eyes close and our lips touch lightly again, a soft feathery kiss that sends shivers up and down my spine. A kiss that is interupted by the buzzer going off telling us it’s time for the next class.
 
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