High School Nerd - Wednesday - Sex Stories

High School Nerd - Wednesday

... tonight.

"Thanks for walking me home," I say as we approach my house. Can you come in for a bit?" I ask.

"Oh, I don't know. I should probably be getting home. It has been nice talking with you," he says.

I mustn't let him slip away. "No, please. Can't you stay? You can help me study. No one else is home, and I hate to stay by myself." I am pleading, now.

"Well, just for a little while." He concedes.

I take him into my house. In the kitchen, we gather some snacks and soft drinks. I try to work close to Henry, squeezing into his personal space. We talk about our favorite movies, the music that we like, and even about sports. It is surprising how much we have in common. He helps me carry the snacks and drinks to my bedroom. We sit on the edge of my bed, hip to hip. Turning to face him, I ask, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Henry looks taken aback by the question. When he recovers, he answers, "Well, no. I guess not."

"Do you like girls?" I ask.

"Well, yes. I do." He stammers, wondering where this is going. He looks uncomfortable, embarrassed.

I get up and turn on my Bluetooth speaker, and start some music from my phone. The lights are not on in my bedroom, but golden afternoon light streams in through the windows. "What kind of girls do you like?" I ask. Removing my hair tie, I shake out my ponytail. Henry watches me with interest. He seems to be relaxing with a little more distance between us.

He thinks about the question for a minute before ...

... answering. Then he says, "I like girls who are kind and interested in other people. Girls who are smart and are trying to get somewhere in life."

Since starting the music, I have not sit back down. Instead, I slowly move about the room. I move left to right, closer then further away. I try to move in time with the music, not quite dancing. The goal is to get Henry to follow me with his eyes. To really look at me. I continue, "Do you like pretty girls? Girls that are sexy?"

This question makes Henry blush a little, and he looks away for a moment. Then he looks back at me and says "Sure. That's always nice." He grins as he says this and his dimples appear, making him adorable.

"Please be honest with me," I say. "Do you think that I am pretty?" I pause in my movement, and strike a demure pose.

"Yes. You are stunning!" He says without hesitation.

I continue my movement across the room, coming closer then further away. "Do you think that I am sexy?" I press on.

"Absolutely. Who can resist your charms," He adds.

I continued to move about the room in time with the music, but now I start to slowly unfasten buttons on the front of my pink cotton blouse. "Tell me what you like best about me?" I continue with my questioning.

Henry has noticed that I am opening buttons, and he is getting distracted and takes longer to respond to my questions. "Well, I like the way you move. You are so lithe and graceful. I also like your smile, and the way that you laugh. And of course I ...