What the Quietest Nerd in College Was Hiding

Another day at college, and the basic anatomy professor was back to pairing us up however he pleased. Every time I got stuck with someone I wasn’t into, I managed to switch partners. But that morning he assigned me Damián, the kind of guy nobody picks: quiet, hunched over, wearing clothes three sizes too big. No matter how hard I tried to avoid him, there was no getting away.

Two days passed and neither of us said a word about the assignment. Unlike him, my grades had been tanking, so in the end I was the one who made the first move. I saw him sitting alone on a campus bench, nibbling an apple with his eyes glued to a notebook, and I went over.

—Hi, I’ve been looking for you —I was wearing dark jeans that show exactly what they’re supposed to, a basic white blouse, and low wine-colored heels. I bent down a little when he didn’t react.

—Hi —he took a couple of seconds before continuing—. Is it about the assignment?

—Yeah —I sat down beside him—. Honestly, I’m worried. My grades dropped more than usual.

—Mmm —another endless pause—. There’s a place where I usually buy the material we need —he spoke slowly, without lifting his eyes off the ground.

—No problem, I happen to have the afternoon free —I stood up, ready to go.

—But I don’t have money for a taxi… and I guess you don’t ride the subway.

I looked at him and laughed.

—Of course I ride the subway, I don’t have money to waste on taxis —I laughed again. He got up and started walking without warning—. Wait, don’t go —I hurried after him.

—But you said we were going shopping —he looked confused when I caught up.

—Oh, I thought you were going somewhere else —I kept talking all the way to the platform, though all I got from him were three-word answers. When the train arrived, it was already packed, and I knew it was going to get even worse when all of us waiting got on.

Damián stayed a little apart, so I motioned for him to come closer.

—With so many people, we could get separated —I said, because I had no idea where we were going.

People started pushing, and I noticed he felt awkward having me in front of him, so I preferred to turn around and end up with my back to his chest. A couple of minutes later, our bodies were closer than expected. In the reflection on the glass I could see him trying to keep as much distance from me as possible.

Another shove, and this time we were stuck together with no way out. A minute passed, maybe less, when I felt it: something hard, thick, long, pressing against the lower part of my back, just above my ass. Good God. It wasn’t some discreet bulge; it was a hard cock barely contained by the fabric of his pants, and from the length I could make out, it climbed all the way up to his waistband. I guess months without sex made me imagine the size immediately, the shape, the thickness, what it would look like naked, how it would feel going in. The sway of the carriage made it rub against me again and again, and every time the train braked it pressed harder against the crack of my ass. I started squeezing my thighs together discreetly, feeling my panties stick to my cunt from how wet I was. My nipples hardened under my blouse; they stood out so much that I was glad he was behind me and not in front. On a sharper curve I pushed my ass back without meaning to —well, not entirely without meaning to— and I heard him hold his breath against the back of my neck. His warm breath made my skin prickle. By the time I realized it, my underwear was soaked, a trail of moisture sliding down the inside of my thigh, and I had the stupid urge to turn around and reach into his pants to check whether what I felt was real. I put up with it for another fifteen minutes, not daring to move, mouth dry and cunt throbbing.

When we got off, he said he needed to use the bathroom. Luckily, it didn’t take more than five minutes. If he had been quiet before, now he was straight-up mute: all he offered me was his face flushed red to the ears.

—I don’t know if we could do the assignment at your place. Mine has my brothers, they’re a disaster and they’ll ruin it —I said with a double meaning, not going to lie. All that time I hadn’t been able to get what I’d felt on the train out of my head, and I was dying to know what someone so shy would be like in bed—. Should we do it at yours?

—Yeah —he answered quickly—. But not today, I have to go —and just like that, he turned around and left.

***

That night I spent the whole time reliving what happened on the subway. I got into bed with my hand between my legs before I even realized it, tracing with two fingers the shape I’d felt pressed against my back, imagining what he might have done in the station bathroom, if he’d taken it out and masturbated thinking about my ass. I came twice, biting my pillow. I went into the class group chat and was almost about to message him, but I stopped at the last second. What the hell is wrong with me? I left the phone far away and went to sleep.

Saturday morning a message came in from an unknown number. The moment I read it I knew it was him: “Hi, this is my address… if you can come today, let me know.” Flat, as always.

I pretended to take my time replying while I rummaged through my closet looking for what to wear. Half an hour later I settled on a light dress that reached mid-thigh, no bra, and a black lace thong I’d been saving for an occasion that never came. Comfortable sneakers.

—Hi, I’ll be free in a couple of hours. I’ll still let you know if I can’t make it in the end —my “playing hard to get” smile vanished when his reply was just a simple “ok”.

On the way, I took the chance to stop by the pharmacy and buy condoms. I just wanted to check whether what I’d felt was real, and I was sure he’d never seen one up close in his life.

***

I called him when I got there. The door was opened by a guy with long hair tied up in a bun, a toned body, shorts and a tank top that left quite a bit on display. For a second I thought I had the wrong house. When I looked closer, I almost fell over: it was him. It was the same silent nerd from college.

—I thought you weren’t coming. Want water or juice? —he said from the kitchen while he led me to a sofa in the living room.

I was nervous and stunned in equal parts. The guy was someone else. He always went around hidden under huge clothes, and now I could see what was underneath all that… well, not all of it yet.

He came back with a glass of juice.

—I brought you this since you didn’t answer me —he handed it to me and sat on the sofa opposite.

—You’re very different —I said, taking a sip.

—Different? —he seemed not to understand what I meant. Noticing what I was looking at, he pointed to his arm—. Aaah, you mean this —he laughed a little.

I stared at him like an idiot. He looked so good that now the whole thing was working against me: the roles had flipped. He was the one acting confident, calm, and I was the one getting eaten alive by nerves.

We spent almost two hours working, and the more we got done, the more I wanted him.

—Hey, do you have a girlfriend?

—No —he answered, playing with a tiny piece of plaster between his fingers—. You?

I shook my head.

—Good —he said with a smile—. You’re very pretty —and he looked back down at the floor, as always, while his face turned red.

I smiled.

—Yesterday… on the subway.

—Sorry, it wasn’t on purpose —he cut me off—. It was the people pushing me.

—I brought something —with embarrassment and a little bit of courage, I took one of the three condoms out of the box and set it on the table.

He took it and looked at it for a while.

—It doesn’t fit me —I thought he hadn’t spoken out of shyness.

—What do you mean it doesn’t? —I had only grabbed the first box I saw on the shelf.

He handed it back to me.

—Look, this is size M, and I use XXL —he got up—. I think I’ve got some around here. Want to go look for them?

I’d already made up my mind, and even more so with that fresh piece of information, so I stood up.

—Yes —then I felt him lift me in his arms.

—We have to go up some stairs and you might get tired —he started walking.

***

When we got to his room, he sat me on the bed. The whole place smelled like his cologne, and that turned me on even more. He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a strip of five condoms.

—Look, these are the ones —he handed them to me—. Did you bet?

The question caught me off guard.

—What are you talking about?

—Mmm, I really think this whole condom thing is your friends’ bet. You’d never come near me and suddenly you’re offering sex. Be honest, doesn’t all this seem weird to you?

—It’s not that at all… it was because of yesterday —I felt my face start to burn—. What I felt on the subway left me curious.

—I don’t know what to say, but your ass… —he drew a silhouette with his hands— was rubbing against my leg —he dropped his hands abruptly—. Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.

—I don’t mind. So you like my ass? —I laughed.

—Of course I do. I jerked off in the subway bathroom because of how hard you left me. I locked myself in, pulled my pants down and grabbed my cock thinking about how your ass was moving against it. I came in two minutes, against the wall, biting my arm so I wouldn’t shout —he stood up, running his fingers through his hair—. Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying.

I fanned myself a little with my hand.

—Aaah, so that’s why you took so long —I laughed, feeling everything tighten inside at the image—. And you only like my ass? —as I spoke, I could feel a much bolder version of him fighting to get out, but the usual shy one stopped it at the last second.

—No, of course not, I like everything about you —he sat back down—. You’re very pretty and you know it, everyone tells you that.

—But I want you to tell me —I wanted to hear that other Damián again.

—Your eyes, your lips, your whole face is beautiful. Your long, straight hair, and… —he cut himself off again.

—Yeah, what else?

—Well… I already told you, that body of yours would drive anyone crazy. I’d eat you whole if I could… I went too far —he laughed nervously.

I bit my lips.

—I’m not uncomfortable. I don’t know why, but if you say it, it turns me on —I laughed—. Though you’re acting hard to get, from what I can see.

—It’s just that I still think this is some cruel joke —he moved closer and brought our lips together. It wasn’t the delicate kiss I’d imagined: you could feel the desire held back for who knows how long. He bit my lower lip until a moan slipped out of me, and then he slipped his tongue into my mouth, hungry, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand so I couldn’t pull away. He didn’t take long to slide the other hand under my dress and brush my underwear—. But it’s too late, I’m hard again —he slid his fingers over the lace, squeezing just a little—. And you’re soaked.

He slipped two fingers in from the side of my panties and ran them over the lips of my cunt, from top to bottom, slowly, parting them. When he reached my clit he stayed there, drawing slow circles, and I almost jumped off the bed. I didn’t understand why I was trembling if he’d only just started touching me. He moved the fabric aside and started rubbing me directly, first with one finger, then two, sinking them just a little into the entrance to pull them out shiny and bring them back up to my clit.

—Is anyone else in your house?

He stopped kissing me, but his fingers kept doing their thing, going deeper and deeper.

—No, my parents work all day —he looked at me fixedly, as if touching women was the most natural thing in the world. He curved his fingers inside and found something that made me arch my back all at once—. Ah, look how you’re reacting. You’re all red already.

I lay all the way back on the bed and spread my legs. My invitation needed no translation. He went down, pulled off my soaked panties, brought them to his nose without any shame and inhaled deeply before dropping them to the floor.

—You smell like something that drives me crazy —he said, and lifted my dress to my navel.

He settled between my legs, opened them wider with his hands and planted his mouth on my cunt all at once. His whole tongue against my lips, flat, hot, long. He slowly brought it up to my clit and stayed there, sucking on it like it was candy. I clutched the sheets and didn’t know what to do with my legs. Then he went down and pushed his tongue inside me, thrusting, going in and out, while his thumb kept working my clit. He pulled away for a second to catch his breath.

—I always imagined you’d be this sweet —he buried his face again and this time sucked harder, making obscene noises between my thighs. His jaw was starting to glisten with the mix of his saliva and mine. He slid in one finger, then two, curling them while his tongue never stopped on my clit—. I need to see you all the way —he suddenly sat up, stripped me in a hurry; the set I’d thought about so much ended up on the floor like it was nothing. I was left completely naked under his gaze, tits out and legs still open—. You’re fucking delicious.

He went back down between my legs but this time grabbed one breast in each hand first, squeezing them hard, pinching my nipples until I screamed. He brought his mouth to one and sucked it hard, tugging with his teeth, while still moving two fingers inside me in a rhythm that was killing me. He switched to the other nipple, bit it, and from there he moved down my stomach, his tongue drawing a line of saliva to my pubis. His mouth was on my cunt again, more ravenous now, sucking my clit with hunger while he took his fingers out and pushed them back in.

I felt like I was running out of air. That rough way he acted and talked was something I was discovering for the first time. I was moaning loudly, getting higher-pitched, more broken, even more so when he barely bit the inside of my thigh and drove me to the edge. He slid his hands up the curve of my legs to my breasts and started squeezing them with his palms while he kept eating me like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

—You’re all mine —he repeated between licks, and it wasn’t a question; the tone stated it as fact—. All mine, this cunt is mine.

The first orgasm hit me all at once. I felt my body shaking, my legs closing on their own around his head, and I wanted to push him away because I couldn’t take any more, but he clung tighter, burying himself in me, sucking my clit harder to prolong it. I tried to breathe and he wouldn’t let me; he drove his fingers into me, moving them fast while his tongue never let up, and he made me come a second time on top of the first, with no mercy. I felt a warm rush spilling out of me and he swallowed every bit of it, looking up at me with shining eyes and a dripping chin.

—I want it inside. Put it in —I begged, my voice broken, barely able to speak.

He got on top of me and kissed me. I tasted myself in his mouth, salty, and that went even deeper.

—If you really want me to fuck you, ask me properly.

—Cut the crap, fuck me already —I said in broken little breaths, feeling his hand squeeze my neck just a little.

—I don’t think you want it that badly. I already told you: ask for it, beg.

—Please, fuck me, please —I didn’t know what else he wanted me to say—. Put it all in me, please.

—You’re quite the bold one, asking me to fuck you —he bit one breast and stood up. He pulled down his shorts and took off his tank top.

My breath caught. It was big, thick, with veins running along the whole shaft and a pink, shiny head standing hard, touching his navel. It hung heavy from how hard it was. I stared at it with terrible hunger, mouth open, and he noticed.

—You like it? —he grabbed it with one hand and slowly jerked it for me, letting a transparent bead emerge from the tip—. You’re going to have to open wide.

I handed him the condom so he could get on with it, but he threw it aside.

—I don’t want to use it, I want to fuck you like this —he settled between my legs and put them on his shoulders, folding me almost in half, with my cunt fully exposed—. Tell me, what do we do?

—Fine, but fuck me already.

—And where did the “please” go? —he ran the head of his dick over the lips of my cunt, up and down, soaking himself, resting the tip at my entrance without pushing in. I thrust my hips, but he pulled back—. Ask properly.

—Please, Damián, put it all in me, please, I can’t take it anymore.

He took his member and drove into me in one shot, all the way to the hilt. He smiled when I screamed at the size; I felt like I was splitting in two, like it was reaching my stomach—. That was punishment —he stayed still inside me for a few seconds, buried to the balls, watching my mouth tremble—. Look how you squeeze me. You were made for this cock.

He held my waist and started moving however he pleased, pulling almost all the way out and shoving back in with a hard thrust, making the bed slam against the wall with each stroke. I felt his balls bouncing against my ass, the wet sound of his dick going in and out of me soaked in my juices, his hands dug into my waist, definitely leaving marks. A couple of times I told him to stop, that it was too much, that I couldn’t, but he knew perfectly well I didn’t mean it and fucked me harder. I started hearing his rough groans close to my ear.

—What a beautiful cunt you’ve got, holy shit —he slowed for a second to sink all the way in slowly, circle his hips, and then hammer into me again—. Do you like how I fuck you? Answer me.

—Yes, yes, yes… like that, don’t stop.

He took my legs off his shoulders, turned me face down, and lifted my ass by pulling on my hips. Without giving me time to react, he drove into me again, this time from behind, grabbing my hair with one hand and my hip with the other. From that angle he filled me differently, hitting something inside me that made me see stars. He slapped my ass hard and squeezed my cheeks.

—This ass is what kept me jerking off for a whole year —another slap, harder—. You knew? Every time I saw you in class I had to grab my cock in the university bathroom. And today I’ve got it open for me.

He fucked me harder, pulling my hair back and forcing my back to arch. My face was half-buried in the pillow, moaning like I’d never moaned before, feeling my third orgasm building, bigger than the previous ones.

—Look at you coming again —he shoved two fingers into my mouth and pressed them against my tongue—. Suck. Suck on them.

I couldn’t stop myself; he was doing it too well, too hard. I came clutching the sheets, screaming into the pillow, feeling my whole body clench around his cock. He kept fucking me without slowing down, stretching out my orgasm, until he leaned over me and hugged me from behind, crushing me against the mattress, his cock inside me moving short but fast.

—I’m going to leave you nice and full —he said with his mouth against my ear, voice hoarse, breath hot—. I’m going to fill your cunt with cum, look closely at what I’m going to do.

He flipped me onto my back again in one yank, spread my legs and pushed into me once more, this time slowly, looking me in the eyes, all the way in. He started thrusting in a different rhythm, deeper, holding back his groans through clenched teeth. He looked down to watch himself go in and out of me, and that seemed to break him. He began to speed up, hips out of control, until he went rigid.

—I’m cumming, I’m cumming, holy shit —he dug his fingers into my hips—. I’m going to leave you nice and full —he repeated, and this time he really did, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, trembling as he emptied inside me. I felt the throbbing of his cock inside me, the hot spurts one after another, long, many. He kept staring into my eyes, grinding his teeth, groaning softly with every shot. He wouldn’t stop cumming.

He pulled out slowly and lowered my legs with the same calmness. A thick white thread started slipping out from between the lips of my cunt, dripping down the crack of my ass onto the sheet. He stared at it for a second, transfixed, and smiled. He ran two fingers through my entrance, gathering the fluids from both of us.

—Open your mouth —I obeyed, and he put them in. I started sucking them without thinking, tasting the saltiness, swallowing everything while he looked at me with a new kind of satisfaction.

—Good girl —he murmured, and slowly pulled his fingers out of my mouth.

Then he tucked me against his body and lay down beside me, silent, holding me, his hand resting on my breast. I could still feel his cock, half hard, throbbing against my hip. I lifted my head a little to look at him.

—Can I suck it?

The question made him smile. He knew I’d enjoyed it.

—Yeah, suck it.

I curled back into his chest.

—But not now. You wore me out and I want to sleep a while.

—Alright. But as soon as you wake up, you’re sucking it all the way, until I come in your mouth —he said, and for the first time he didn’t blush when he spoke.