What the Quietest Nerd in the Faculty Was Hiding

Another day at the faculty, and the basic anatomy professor was once again pairing people 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 way out.

Two days passed and neither of us said a word about the assignment. Unlike him, my grades had been sliding downhill, 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 fixed on a notebook, and I walked over.

—Hi, I’d been looking for you —I was wearing dark jeans that showed just what they needed to show, a simple white blouse, and low burgundy 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.

—Mm-hmm —another endless pause—. There’s a place where I usually buy the materials we need —he spoke slowly, without lifting his gaze from the ground.

—No problem, I’ve got the afternoon free —I stood up, ready to go.

—But I don’t have money for a taxi... and I’m guessing you don’t take the subway.

I looked at him and laughed.

—Of course I take the subway, I don’t have money to spare for taxis —I laughed again. He stood up and started walking without warning—. Wait, don’t go —I hurried after him.

—But you said we were going to buy it —he looked at me, confused, when I caught up.

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

Damián hung back a little, so I motioned for him to come closer.

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

The crowd started pushing, and I noticed he was uncomfortable having me face him, so I chose to turn around and stand with my back against his chest. A couple of minutes later, our bodies were closer than intended. In the reflection of the glass I could see him trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

Another shove, and this time we ended up stuck together with no escape. A minute passed, maybe less, when I felt it: something hard pressing against the lower part of my back. My God. I guess so many months without sex made me imagine the size, the shape, everything right away. The rocking of the carriage kept rubbing him against me again and again, and by the time I realized it, my underwear was soaked. I held on like that for fifteen more minutes, not daring to move.

When we got off, he said he needed to go to the bathroom. Luckily, it didn’t take him more than five minutes. If he had spoken little before, now he was downright mute: all he offered me was his face red to the ears.

—I don’t know if we could do the assignment at your place. My brothers are home at mine, they’re a disaster and they’d ruin it for us —I said it with a double meaning, not going to lie. All that time I couldn’t get what I’d felt on the train out of my head, and I was dying to know what someone that 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 replaying what happened on the subway. I went into the course group chat and was about to message him, but I stopped myself at the very last second. What the hell is wrong with me? I put the phone far away and went to sleep.

On Saturday morning, I got a message from an unknown number. The second I read it, I knew it was him: “Hi, this is my address... if you can come today, let me know.” Brief, as always.

I pretended to take a while 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 and a pair of comfortable sneakers.

—Hi, I’ll be free in a couple of hours. I’ll let you know if I can’t make it after all —the smile I’d put on to play hard to get vanished when his answer was just a plain “ok.”

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

***

I called him when I arrived. A guy with long hair tied into a bun, a toned body, and shorts with a tank top that showed plenty opened the door. For a second I thought I had the wrong house. When I looked at him properly, I nearly fell over: it was him. It was the same silent nerd from the faculty.

—I thought you weren’t coming. Do you want water or juice? —he spoke from the kitchen while leading me into the living room and over to the sofa.

I was nervous and stunned in equal measure. The guy was someone else. He always walked around hidden under huge clothes, and now I was seeing 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 so different —I said, taking a sip.

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

I just stared at him, half dumbstruck. He looked so good that now the situation was working against me: the roles had reversed. He looked confident, calm, and I was the one getting eaten alive by nerves.

We worked for almost two hours, and the more we got done, the more I wanted to be with him.

—Hey, do you have a girlfriend?

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

I shook my head.

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

I smiled.

—Yesterday... on the subway.

—Sorry, it wasn’t on purpose —he cut me off—. People were shoving me.

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

He took it and looked it over for a while.

—That one doesn’t fit me —I thought he hadn’t spoken because he was shy.

—What do you mean it doesn’t fit? —I’d just 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 stood up—. I think I’ve got some somewhere. Want to go look for them?

I was already decided, and even more so with that information freshly served up, so I got to my feet.

—Yeah —and then I felt him lift me into his arms.

—There are 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 drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a strip of five condoms.

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

The question caught me off guard.

—What are you talking about?

—Mm, I really think this whole condom thing is a bet with your friends. You’d never gotten near me before, and suddenly you’re offering me sex. Be honest, doesn’t this feel 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 shape with his hands— was rubbing against my leg —he dropped his hands all at once—. 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 got me —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.

—Ahhh, so that’s why you took so long —I laughed—. And is that all you like about my ass? —as I talked, I could feel a much bolder version of him fighting to get out, but the shy one always stopped him 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 so.

—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 hair, long, straight, and... —he cut himself off again.

—Yeah, what else?

—Well... like 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.

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

—It’s just that I still think this is some cruel joke —he came closer and brought our lips together. It wasn’t the delicate kiss I’d imagined: you could feel the desire he’d been holding back for who knows how long. He didn’t take long to slip his hand under my dress and brush against my underwear—. But it’s too late now, I’m hard again already —his fingers slid—. And you’re soaking wet.

I didn’t understand why I was trembling if he had only just started touching me. He moved the fabric aside and began rubbing me directly.

—Is there anyone else in your house?

He stopped kissing me, but his fingers kept working.

—No, my parents work all day —he looked at me fixedly, as if touching women was the most natural thing in the world.

I lay back fully on the bed and opened my legs. My invitation needed no translation. He lowered himself, pulled off my underwear, lifted my dress, and started exploring me with his mouth.

—I always imagined you’d be this sweet —he went a little farther and then sat up—. I need to see you all —he undressed me in a hurry; the outfit I’d thought about so much ended up on the floor as if it meant nothing—. You’re fucking delicious.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. That rough way of acting and talking was something I was discovering for the first time. I moaned loudly, even more when he bit me lightly and pushed me to the edge. He ran his hands up the curve of my legs to my breasts and started squeezing them.

—You’re all mine —he kept saying, and it wasn’t a question; the tone stated it as fact.

The first orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I felt my body shake and wanted to pull away, but he held on tighter, burying himself in me. I tried to catch my breath and he wouldn’t let me.

—I want it inside. Put it in —I begged.

He got on top of me and kissed me.

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

—Cut the bullshit, fuck me already —I said in broken bursts, feeling his hand tighten lightly around my neck.

—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.

—What a little brat, asking me to fuck you —he bit one breast and stood up. He pulled down his shorts and took off his tank top.

It was big, thick, with a pink, hard tip. I stared at it with terrible hunger. I handed him the condom so he could get on with it, but he tossed it aside.

—I don’t want to use it, I want to fuck you like this —he settled between my legs and rested them on his shoulders—. Tell me, what do we do?

—Fine, but fuck me already.

—And where did the “please” go? —he took hold of his cock and thrust into me all at once. He smiled when I screamed at the size; I felt like he was splitting me in two—. That was punishment —he grabbed my hips and started moving however he pleased.

A couple of times I told him to stop, but he knew perfectly well I didn’t mean it. I started hearing his rough groans.

—Look at you cumming again —I couldn’t help it, he was doing it too well, too hard. He kept going until he leaned over me—. I’m going to leave you nice and full —he said, looking into my eyes as he emptied himself inside me.

He came out slowly and lowered my legs with the same calm. He ran two fingers through my opening, gathering the fluids from both of us.

—Open your mouth —I obeyed, and he put them in. I started sucking them without thinking.

Then he settled me against his body and lay down beside me, silent, holding me. I lifted my head a little to look at him.

—Can I suck it?

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

—Yeah, suck me off.

I curled back up against his chest.

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

—Okay. But as soon as you wake up, you’ll suck me off —he said, and for the first time he didn’t blush when he spoke.