High School Nerd - Monday - Sex Stories

High School Nerd - Monday

... sports, but did you know he is a runner? He may not be all buff and everything, but he takes care of himself. The reason he is so shy is because of the thick glasses he used to wear that made him look so weird. But he got Lasik surgery! Now he just wears some cute little wire frames, and when his eyes fully heal, he already has contacts." We all looked across the cafeteria to where Henry sat, eating by himself. Then I moved my head in closer to the other girls and said conspiratorially, "And have you noticed the bulge in his pants? I think he is really packing!"

The other girls laughed and covered their mouths. Linda says, "He probably stuffed a sock into his pants to make it look like he has something. Well you just go ahead, Jasmine. He's all yours. I will know that you have kissed him when I see that he has pissed himself." And the girls erupted into fresh snickering.

The halls are full of the usual chatter as we move to our next class. Are the girls right about Henry? He is such a nerd, he probably hasn't ever kissed a girl. But he is smart and funny, when he is not in a crowd. He's not hard on the eyes, since he got rid of those awful glasses. And he is always thoughtful, courteous and has a positive attitude. It makes me wonder what he would be like as a lover. I enjoy his company when he helps me with my school work, but I had never thought of him in a sexual way, until now.

Walking into study hall, I see Henry at a table alone, as usual. Walking over to him, ...

... I bend over, place my palm on the table, and whisper, "Is there somewhere that we can go where we could be alone and talk? He looks up and I note that his gaze drops down. I realize that the angle is about right for him to look down into my top. Is he copping a glance at my boobs?

He licked his lips, met my gaze and said "Yeah. I think I know a place. What's going on?" Without answering I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He was not one to play hooky from any class, not even study period. Out in the hall, he continued to hold my hand as he led me to his private place. He seemed to like the contact.

***

Now sitting next to Henry on the couch in the musty room above the auditorium, he looks into my eyes. He looks so innocent, so naive. "This place is perfect, Henry." He looks so much better without those thick glasses. I can tell that he is rapidly gaining self confidence.

"Did you do OK with that math assignment that we worked on last week at study period?" He asked.

I don't think he has a clue what this is all about. "Henry, have you ever kissed a girl, before?"

He looked down, and in the dim light I could see that he is blushing. "No. Not really. But that's not because I haven't wanted to. Girls were freaked out by the glasses that I used to wear. Now that they are gone, they still pay no attention to me. It's like I'm invisible or something. When I try to talk to them, I end up saying something to embarrass myself. I guess I just don't know how to ...