Hunting Dragons

Another ridiculous story from my twisted imagination. All participants depicted here are over 18. I am not a professional writer, so just enjoy the story with all its flaws.

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The sign above the store read 'Grey Dragon Games Shop'.

This was the place. Claire looked at the junk in the window. Games, dice, comics, gruesome little figurines, model war machines and space ships. All the geekiest, nerdiest crap on the planet. Stuff she literally had NO time for. And yet here she was. Why? Sex. At least that was the plan. A ludicrous plan, to be sure, but a plan nonetheless...

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Claire was a third-year Nursing student. Two months ago she had dumped her cheating dirtbag of a boyfriend. Jake had been one of those overconfident overbearing jocks. Hockey star, swimming champ, tall, svelte, muscular, and oh so delectable. Such a bod! Too bad it was capped off by a giant ego and a tiny brain. She'd had her share of boyfriends in high school and now in University. And they'd all been really nice, physically at least. But once you got past their looks, they were absolute garbage.

She hadn't had much choice in guys most of the time, because Claire herself was stunning. You'd think that such a beautiful girl would get any guy she wanted. Not Claire. At 6' 2" she was far taller than average for a girl, and this made the shorter guys shy away from her. Most men didn't like dating a woman who towered over them. Once she put heels on, an average guy looked like a shrimp next to her. She wasn't heavy, she was just tall. With nice curves, too. A 'decent rack' was how her tits were usually described. Not small, but not huge either. Her breasts fit her frame nicely.

She hadn't always been the 'hot chick'. No, she was what her mother consoled her with, 'a late bloomer'. She'd always been tall, but until the summer after Grade 11 she was a bean pole. Then she finally blossomed into a shape that made guys notice her. Boobs, hips, and curves. The changes in her body affected her coordination and balance too, and she switched from Track & Field to swimming and volleyball. More guys were interested in her then, but only the tall, muscle-head jocks seemed to be brave enough to actually ask her out.

Claire was 18 before she ever went out on a date. Her first boyfriend was only interested in bragging rights, and dumped her after they finally had sex. She discovered then that she liked sex, but was pissed that she was considered just a conquest. Why couldn't she find a nice guy, someone she could really enjoy spending time with?

If she was shorter, like average height for a girl, she would have had suitors lined up around the block. But being so tall she seemed to attract only the big, dumb sports jocks. Yeah, that's a bit of a generalisation. Not all those guy are that bad, but it seemed like all the really good ones were already in relationships. Somehow, Claire had never met one of those good ones at the right time, and had been stuck with a succession of losers.

And now here she was. After dumping Jake, she filled her evenings binge-watching netflix or youtube or whatever crappy old movies were on. Her sex life was reduced to bouts of masturbation when the urge got to be too overwhelming. That sucked. Her girlfriends tried taking her out a couple of times, but all the cute guys were also short guys, and they were totally intimidated by Claire, the tall raven-haired beauty.

She was clicking through a series of old movie clips on YouTube one Friday evening, and ran across a scene from an old 80's flick 'Revenge Of The Nerds'. Some creepy little nerd had just rocked the sorority girl's world, and when she asked him about it he said "All jocks ever think about is sports. All we ever think about is sex." Claire laughed, yeah that part about jocks was pretty true. True enough to be funny, anyways. 'Hmmm,' she thought, 'is that bit about Nerds true, too?'

She'd taken enough sociology and psychology classes to know that most stereotypes were bogus, but also that there was often a grain of truth in them. Would one of those geeks be any good in bed? She'd never dated anyone like that. None of her girlfriends had either. Who did Nerds date? Girl nerds? Was there such a thing? Her social circle was rather restricted in that regard. All her friends were on the swim team or volleyball team or in her nursing classes. Claire didn't really know anyone who she would classify as a 'nerd', at least not the weird gamer/comic/fanboy that the stereotype seemed to represent.

At this point, she was utterly bored with her social life, almost to the point of desperation. 'Face it Claire,' she told herself, 'you ARE desperate. Masturbating on a Friday night is NOT a social life.' She had tried other venues for meeting guys and had come up empty. At least for decent boyfriend material. All she could find were shallow, obnoxious jerks looking for a quickie. She had tried that a couple of times and it was never satisfying or even that much fun, truth be told.

'Fuck it. Anything is better than this. Maybe I should find myself a nerd.' she thought. Where would she find the kind of geek she was looking for? Right now, probably in the Computer Science Building on campus playing Dungeons and Dragons, or in their parent's basement playing video games. Or maybe a comic book store. Yeah, just like on the Big Bang Theory.

Oh god, no! Was she a real-life Penny?! Noooooo! Was her life really devolving into a trashy sitcom? Despite this embarrassing realisation, Claire was still horny. 'Fine,' she thought, she would try it. Just once. Pick up a Nerd and make his year. Where was the local comic store? A quick internet search found a couple, and one was really close by, called Grey Dragon Games Shop. Tomorrow was Saturday, the place should be full of potential targets.

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Claire had dressed down, as down as she could get by digging deep into her closet for the drabbest, baggiest clothes she could find. Sweatpants, hoodie, and plain black & white Converse sneakers. No makeup. She usually didn't use much, but none at all was a rare thing for her. She was still tall, but the rest of her charms were hidden away. She had to keep a low profile, because she knew that she might otherwise completely intimidate most of the geeks at the comic shop. Time to go hunting at the Grey Dragon.

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Claire pulled the door open and walked in. Wow, someone had some serious BO. It was a not-so-subtle undercurrent in the air here. That would be a turn-off for sure. She wandered around the store. It was small and cramped, with shelves and displays making the aisles too narrow for people to easily pass both ways. There were a half a dozen guys in the back of the store, playing some table top game with figurines. They were noisy and exuberant about it. A couple of people were flipping through racks of comic books.

Wow, this was EXACTLY like the comic shop in The Big Bang Theory. Claire felt stupid being here. She was about to bail when someone asked "Can I help you, uh, miss?".

She turned to find a fairly average looking guy. Average height too, so she towered over him. His store name tag said 'Gary' on it. "Uh, no, just browsing. Thanks."

"Okay. Let me know if you need to find something specific."

"Sure."

He walked back over to the cash, and Claire continued to wander. She recognised a lot of the subject matter. She'd seen most of the recent superhero movies. Not because she was interested in the genre, but because that's where her boyfriend took her on dates. She wended her way up and down the aisles, looking at things here and there, but mostly checking out the people. How should she work this? Just proposition some guy? 'Hey, you wanna fuck?' God no. Ask him out? For what? Coffee, dinner, a movie?

There was a reading area with a bunch of chairs that looked like they came out of a dumpster. And the coffee table that came with them. There was a lone guy sitting there, flipping through one of the magazines from the pile on the table. She wandered over and looked around. There was a rack with a sign that said "Leave one Take one", and a lot of dog-eared books and magazines. She sat gingerly in one of the grotty old chairs. "Is this what I think it is?" she asked.

The guy looked up from his magazine, she gestured at the rack and raised her eyebrows. "Uh, yeah, bookshare, for stuff that isn't worth enough to buy back, you know?"

Book share? Buy back? She had no idea what that meant, but said "Oh. Okay." She caught him checking her out. That's what she was looking for. Interest.

"What'cha reading?" she asked.

He looked up at her again, shifted nervously, and kind of held up the magazine a little. "An old Dragon." he said. And yeah, the cover said 'Dragon' on it. Duh, Claire.

"Any good?"

"Uh, yeah, it's OK."

"Are you here a lot? I'm Claire, by the way."

"Uh, yeah, this is a good place to just hang out. I, um, I'm Nathan." he said. She could hear the nervousness in his voice, and see it in his body language. Despite her attempts to NOT be the tall intimidating amazon chick she still had a huge impact on him. Probably just by being female.

Claire reached out her hand and said "Pleased to meet you, Nathan." He shook hands briefly with her, and she began to have doubts about this. Limp, sweaty, and feeble were how she would describe his handshake. Yuck. She looked back across the shop at the noisy group in the back. Nope, this guy was no better or worse than any of the others. But the BO smell wasn't so strong over here, so Nathan probably wasn't the source. Point in his favour.

Claire steeled herself and decided to try picking this guy up. But how? With no common ground, what would they talk about? Actually, she had little in common with her old boyfriend, or with any of the other guys she'd dated. Except maybe that they were tall and athletic. Nathan was neither.

"Hey, so you want to grab a coffee or something?" she asked. Nathan now looked REALLY nervous.

"I, uh, okay, er?"

She stood and said "Come on, there's a place just down the street." She'd seen it on her way here, and noted that it might make a good place to go on a 'date'. When he stood up, Nathan looked shocked. Claire was a good 8 inches taller than him. When he seemed frozen in place, just staring at her, she stuck out her elbow and said "Let's go."

Some automatic reflex in him drew his arm into the crook of hers. She led him out of the store and down the sidewalk. Claire started talking about the weather and school and how she couldn't wait for Spring Break. Nathan didn't say much, just a few short comments, mostly just agreeing with what she said.

When they walked past the coffee shop Nathan said "I thought we were going for coffee?"

"Not here. I know a better place." she replied. "It's just a little farther."

As she kept up the chit chat she was also running an internal argument with herself. 'This is crazy, you can't drag a stranger home like this. This is stupid, he's gonna run screaming from the room. This is a sign of a desperate woman.' On and on her brain was screaming at her that this was wrong. But her libido was screaming back with equal force. 'When was the last time a guy went down on you? When was the last time you had an orgasm that was not by yourself?'

They got to her apartment building and Claire said "Here we are." Nathan looked more confused than ever when they entered, but meekly followed her up the stairs. She unlocked the door and ushered him inside. "Take off your shoes." she said as hung up her coat and sat down to untie her shoes. He looked somewhere between confused and bemused as he kicked off his shoes and put his jacket on a hook by the door.

"Uh, is this your place?"

"Yup. Best coffee in town." she grinned at him. He hadn't bolted, or froze up, or acted too weird yet, so that was a good sign. "Have a seat." Claire stepped into the kitchenette and popped a Columbian pod into the coffeemaker. She grabbed a pair of mugs and let the machine do its thing. Nathan was looking around the small apartment. It was just three rooms. Living space with kitchen off to the side, a bathroom, and a bedroom. All furnished in classic cheap-student-junk style. Not much to see.

Claire sat next to him and handed him a mug. They sipped at their drinks for a minute, and she asked him the question that would make or break the day. "Nathan, do you like eating pussy?"

She'd thought a lot about what to say, there were so many stupid, cliched things she could ask, but the thing she really, really wanted was a guy who would do oral. Not wanting to clean up a mess, she'd waited until he did NOT have a mouthful of coffee when she asked that question. As it was, he almost dropped his mug, but managed to recover.

"Uh, what?"

"Oral sex. Have you ever given a woman oral sex?"

She watched him as a series of emotions crossed his face. That in itself was enlightening. Wow. just like in the movies. This guy was almost a caricature of The Virgin Nerd. He stammered a bit but nothing coherent came out. Claire put her coffee mug down and peeled off her hoodie. For maximum effect she was not wearing a bra. The hoodie was thick and heavy enough to obscure her shape completely, and she wanted a really overt and powerful impact on him.

When her tits popped free Nathan's mouth dropped open and he stared. Claire stood up, leaned over, breasts swaying slightly, gently took his mug from almost nerveless fingers and set it down. Otherwise it was gonna end up spilled everywhere. "Would you like to try?" she asked. She watched as his eyes flicked from one breast to the other and then connect with her own eyes. Good, someone was home in there. Most guys just had this automatic eyes-to-tits connection that didn't allow them to see anything else.

"Uh..." he stammered.

Claire took his hand and said "Come with me." He stood, and his eyes went directly to her tits again. Well, that was understandable, as she was so much taller than him her boobs were almost at eye level. He followed meekly as she led him to her bedroom. The blankets were already pulled back and piled on the floor at the foot of the bed and the curtains were closed, the filtered daylight filling the room with a dim half-light. Enough to see, but not bright.

Claire peeled down her panties and sweats in one go, leaving her clad only in her white and blue striped socks. She sat on the bed and leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs wide enough to show him what she had for him. A neatly trimmed triangle of dense black hair that thinned out to a fine downy fuzz that framed her sex. Thick, meaty, and puffy, her outer labia mostly hid what she had below. But when aroused, her dark-edged inner labia would make an appearance. Like they were now. This whole experience was so bizarre and erotic that it had her wet already.

"Kiss me." she said as she spread her legs a bit wider.

He was standing there, absolutely stricken, staring at this tall, stunning woman who was NAKED in front of him. She was a goddess! When she said 'kiss me' he knew what she meant. Not her mouth, no. She had said oral sex. She wanted him to eat her out. Holy. Fucking. Shit. What was going on? This was like right out of some cheap porn flick, some dazzling hot girl picks you up at the comic shop and takes you home to fuck. This can not be happening, his brain told him.

But his eyes said differently. His eyes told him it was real. And his dick said 'do it!' His entire body felt like it was on fire, it was so hot in there. He was burning up, so he peeled off his shirt. He resettled his glasses, and slowly knelt on the floor between her legs. Nathan looked up at her, saw her smile, saw her excitement, the pink flush on her cheeks, her neck, and her tits. She looked like she was overheating as well. Her legs spread even wider, open, inviting, luring him forward.

He could smell her. It was like nothing he'd ever encountered before. Sharp, tangy, sweet, and floral all at once. Pheromones. He'd read about them, for things like insects and animals, never thinking that human scents could do this too. As he leaned forward to kiss her pussy the frames of his glasses bumped her thighs. His glasses were gone an instant later. He didn't know where he put them, they were just gone. Then he made contact with his first pussy.

She didn't taste like she smelled. Meaty and sweet and salty, with some kind of tangy zing to it. This flavour was totally new, totally unexpected, and totally perfect. He kissed her again and again, nuzzling at her sex, exploring her shape and her folds. Her legs spread further apart to give him access. He brought his hands up her thighs and touched her. Pulling back a bit, he looked at her pussy. Caressing, pulling, pushing, delving into her depths, his fingers investigated her. Her legs moved even further apart, and she made appreciative noises that went from his ears, to his brain, to his dick, in a sizzling coruscation of energy.

He moved back in and drove his tongue into her. Swirling, lapping, slurping, god she was wet, and it tasted like heaven. Strong, sensual flavours poured over his tongue as he suckled at her pussy. He knew her clit should be at her apex, he knew what it was and what to do to it. He'd been mainlining porn for years, so he knew that much. But he had no experience, he didn't know how hard or soft or fast or slow he needed to go.

So he just started going at her, and he listened. Not just with his ears, but with his eyes, watching her reactions. And with his fingers, feeling her muscles moving beneath her soft pale skin. He quickly found what she liked best, by trying everything he could with his fingers, lips, and tongue. Those sounds she made were like an orchestral accompaniment to the solo he played on her like an instrument. The resounding crescendo she reached a short time later was amazing. Despite all the porn he'd watched, this was utterly unknown to him. He had made this amazing woman cum, and he wanted to do it again.

So he did. He went back to lapping at her, licking in broad, slick swathes up her entire pussy, collecting her wetness, swallowing her essence. Now he put his fingers deep inside her. That was phenomenal! She was so tight, so wet, so hot, and so responsive! Again, he licked and suckled at her, finally moving up to play with her clit again, this time in concert with his fingers probing her throbbing heat. She came again, as loudly, as beautifully, as musically as before.

He continued to play with her, such a beautiful pussy she had, different from the ones he'd seen in videos. Her reactions became less predictable, and her cries began to take on an almost frantic tone. He used his free hand to try and hold her hips down while the other hand continued to work on her wet, silky interior. Nathan kept his tongue busy, always moving, probing, and swirling. Finally, Claire hit her biggest orgasm yet, her entire body seizing up, her cries now guttural and full throated. Her wetness flooded his hand, and she bucked on the bed so hard he could not hold her down anymore.

Then her hands were pushing him away, her legs kicking at him. "Enough, fuck, enough" she moaned. He sat back and looked at her. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, and her chest heaved as she sought to regain her breath. Nathan saw her pussy still quivering with aftershocks, dripping onto the sheets. This was the best thing ever. He reached out to caress her thighs, hands sliding up towards her centre.

"Nuh, no. No more, not yet." she groaned as she rolled away and curled up on the bed. Nathan sat down on the floor next to the bed and watched her. God she was so beautiful. He wanted to do that again. Even if she didn't want to fuck him, this was enough. He would trade staying a virgin for eating this pussy. Any day. Every day.

A few minutes later she rolled over and looked at him with a dazed smile. "Come join me" she said, patting the bed beside her. He stood up and she frowned slightly. "And get undressed." He quickly stripped and settled onto the bed next to her. 'Damn. So small.' she thought when she saw his dick. It was barely 5 inches long. Not that she was a size queen or anything, but even an average dick is bigger than this.