White & Nerdy

Jun 11, 2010

When I was 15, I had a boyfriend that was very cute and sweet. For some reason, that didn’t seem to do it for me. Incidentally, one of my best friends had a brother that was 17; he was nerdy, annoying and awkward... and you know what? I DUG THAT ABOUT HIM! Sometimes the desires of one’s heart are totally bizarre and illogical. I was like Shannon Elizabeth in American Pie – The geek got me hot and bothered! Every time I went over to their home, we ended up in some kind of sexually fuelled confrontation. My friend wasn’t oblivious to it either; she would just roll her eyes at us whenever it happened. When it was just the 2 of us, she would interrogate me with a repulsed look on her face, “My brother...Really? Yuck! Gross! He’s such a dork. Should I remind you of your super adorable boyfriend? What the hell are you doing?”

I really couldn’t answer or explain any of it. A few weeks had gone by and it had gotten worse (or better, depending on your perspective) and I still had my boyfriend. I was at my friend’s place again and she had to go help her dad for a few minutes, and left me to my own devices. I went downstairs where her brother was lying on the couch watching TV. Neither of us said a word as I approached. I kneeled down by his head and he propped himself up on to his side, resting on his left elbow. We paused for about 3 seconds, looking directly into each other’s eyes, almost as if we were daring each other to make the first move.

My heart was pounding out of my chest; it was so exciting. At the same time, we both leaned towards each other, and meet in the middle. The kiss was deep and very enthusiastic, to say the least. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, with his one free arm caressing the small of my back while we released all of our sexual tension. The intensity was progressing, so he rolled off the couch and joined me on the floor to partake in a bit of dry humping. We made out for maybe 10 minutes at the most; it was superb!

Then, his sister yelled downstairs, looking for me. “I’m here! Hold on... I’m coming!”

And just like that, it was over and we never spoke of it, or did it again. Maybe we just needed to get it out of our systems. I had about 2 inches in height on him; he had braces, bad hair and acne... and for 10 minutes of my life, he completely rocked my world.

9 comments:

  1. Anonymous said...:

    Too funny! The heart craves weird things sometimes! ;)

  1. Great story and very brave on your part, I don't think at 15 I would have had the nerve to approach a boy I liked.

  1. Lady Estrogen said...:

    Thank you! I don't know if it was because he was so dorky that I was braver, or because I was a bit aggressive already. lol.

  1. The heart wants what it wants - or the hormones do. Wonder what he's doing now??? Still dreaming of his one pash with the hot chick, probably.

  1. Lucy said...:

    Oh, the confidence of youth!

  1. Maxabella said...:

    So I popped over here via Fibro's link and didn't quite expect a bit of soft porn with my afternoon tea. But, I'm grateful just the same!

    I think he might have been more about the 'forbidden fruit' and less about the dork factor... Did you go on to more nerdy geeks or did your tastes change!? x

  1. Loz said...:

    That was the lot of most of us dorks - fine until the opportunity arose and then too shit scared to pursue it further.

  1. Lady Estrogen said...:

    Thanks Maxabella. Careful, this is one of my tamest ones, though. haha.

    I agree with the forbidden fruit :) I think my tastes stayed the same... after numerous "cool guy" idiots, I found my very own fantastic dork to love and marry.

  1. @jencull (jen) said...:

    Wow, you were a lot braver at 15 than I would have been!! Jen

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