Love is Being Stupid Together Ch. 1
Nerd Kait meets Geek Nick in freshman year at university. They discover sex and realize even genius can't save you from dumb behavior.
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Kaitlyn was conceived in a moment of weakness by her mother who faintly heard her 'biological clock' ticking. Both parents were surgeons with the required personal arrogance to separate them from their mistakes. They both loved their daughter but had zero capability to demonstrate it any way other than financially. In their place Martha, a nurse who didn't like bodily fluids, served as pseudo parent in the role of live-in nanny.
'Kait' (Kate) demonstrated her intelligence by talking, reading, and writing very early. She skipped several grades in elementary, middle, and high school. To keep her relatively close in age to her schoolmates, Kait spent three years in an independent study entitled 'Ethical considerations in modern genetics studies.' At age eighteen, after three years of working alone, she found the interpersonal interactions required of first-year University students overwhelming. She spent a lot of time in her dorm, writing poetry.
Nicholas was planned meticulously by his lawyer mother and professor father. She stayed home for a couple of months to breastfeed but then returned to 'The Firm.' A full-time nanny was hired from a company in Brussels. Her name was Gretchen and she spoke five languages. Father was a professor of Engineering with a concomitant lack of social skills. He was too deeply involved in AI research to pay any attention to his son's development.
Nick began using computers before he could talk. He was doing simple programming for his iPad in elementary school. His mom didn't want him to skip grades in school. So, bored to tears with schoolwork beneath his capability, he started designing games in middle school and hacking in high school. He entered his freshman year of college, used to working alone. He was also overwhelmed by the need for interpersonal discourse and spent an inordinate amount of time online.
In a fortuitous turn of circumstances, they ended up sitting next to each other at Freshman Class Orientation. Neither had any interest in 'meeting classmates.' In fact, both dreaded the forced social interaction. Their academic advisors had overcome strong resistance by insisting attendance was mandatory. They perceived the discomfort in each other and recognized a kindred spirit. Even knowing this, neither spoke until the moderator asked everyone to introduce themselves to the person on their left and right.
They turned to each other, ignoring the two on either side. After exchanging names, neither one could think of anything else to say. They sat looking at each other for a minute or so. Nick finally asked her major.
"Both my parents are surgeons. I'm interested in Medicine, but I have too many ideas about possible directions. I haven't declared a major, clearly... well maybe it's not. I mean, uh... What's yours?"
He thought, 'She is a goddess! Attractive, intelligent, and socially incompetent. I might be in love.'
"My major? I don't know what... I mean it will be something in computer science. I'm a total geek, uh, I'm not... I'm a geek about computers. But I'm just learning all I can and then at some point... you know like you. There's too much to learn. Don't you think?"
She thought, 'He is perfect! Nice looking, intelligent, and a nervous wreck. He has potential.'
"I understand. It's meaningless at this point to focus when it's so much fun to explore."
Nick stared at her, nodding 'yes,' unable to form a sentence. She silently returned his gaze. They were both used to what most people consider 'uncomfortable pauses.' Neither one of them had the skill to move the conversation forward and were content to just be present with each other. It was a rare experience for both to be almost relaxed with another person. However, a niggling thought began pushing Nick. He realized the germination of the relationship was tenuous. It was up to him to suggest something to continue the development.
"Do you drink... uh drink coffee? I mean would you like to, uh, um..."
"Get a cup of coffee?"
"Yes... uh, that's it. Would you like to go get some coffee?"
"I would, yes."
They left the meeting and went to the Student Union. Finding a place away from everyone else, they talked and sat and tried talking again. They found they had experiences in common including childhood boredom, distant relationships with parents, being the smartest person in the room, and difficulty with interpersonal relationships.
When the Union closed at 11pm, they both realized it was the most time they had ever spent talking to someone their own age. He politely walked her towards her dormitory. He turned to point out his dorm. His foot went off the edge of the sidewalk, twisting his ankle and lower back. He landed in the grass.
"Are you Ok?"
"I think I hurt my pride," he smiled.
He groaned a bit when standing up.
"I must have dinged my back a little."
She asked 'where,' and he pointed to his lower back on both sides.
"Guess I'll drop you off at your room. You don't have a heating pad by any chance?"
"I actually do. Sometimes I sit at the computer for hours and by back tightens up."
They went up to his room. All the Freshman on-campus dorms were 'quads.' Each unit had four bedrooms with bathrooms and a common area with a small kitchenette. None of his roommates were in the common area.
"My nanny was a nurse and she taught me massage..."
When he looked up quickly, she lost her nerve.
"You should go to the clinic and see about getting some deep tissue work. It will help the healing and make you more comfortable."
"But you said you knew how to massage."
"Yes, but I'm, uh. I'm not licensed and um, I'm not sure I could... uh..."
"I just got here. I don't want to go over to the clinic tonight. Maybe you could just, you know, uh, just do a little bit tonight and I... would you please?"
A small jolt of excitement raced through her autonomic nervous system. This would be the first time in her short, isolated life that she had touched a male her age in such a prolonged intimate way. She was confident the massage part would be competent, but unsure about her own emotional reactions. Would her hands start shaking? How would he respond?' She knew this type of thought cycle would spiral down and create the situation she feared. So, she plunged ahead.
"I guess I could do just a little. Do you have any water solvent lotion?"
He immediately realized he had the gel he used to jerk off with. 'Could he show her that? What would she think?' He panicked, staring at the bedside table. She followed his eyesight and pulled the drawer open. He closed his eyes.
"Oh, this is the brand in my bedside table. It's perfect."
When the words left her mouth, she realized she had just told him she masturbates. 'That's why he couldn't speak. It's what he uses it for.'
"That was probably a bit too much to share. But this will work very well. Take off your shirt and lay on the bed, stomach down."
Nick freaked about Kait knowing he was giving himself a hand and she held the evidence in her own hand. But she had confessed to using the same lotion herself. The image that thought produced in his mind was arousing. Then she put her dry hands on his back, and he thought he might die. Her gentle touch sent energy straight to his groin. He had to slip a hand underneath to make an adjustment.
Kait put her dry hands on his back at the beginning of the massage to warm up his muscles and to assess the tension in his body. She could tell immediately that his back was extremely tight. The clinical part of what she was doing quickly gave way to other thoughts. His back muscles were toned... he exercised. He was warm and his skin was smooth. The physical contact was arousing her. She pushed that thought aside and put some lotion in her palms to warm it up. She started on the lower back, pushing up on either side of his spinal column with the palms of her hands. These long strokes stretched out multiple muscle groups.
"Oh, Kait, that's great. It feels so relaxing."
When she worked out the overall tension in his back, she began looking for 'hot spots,' small knots of tense muscles. These 'triggers' needed precision pressure to release. She worked her way down to upper hips, releasing the trigger points as she went. There were more under his pants.
"Do you feel the knots here on your upper glutes?"
She pressed a finger on several different trigger points.
"I released several on your mid and upper back. Do you remember that sensation?"
"Yes, it literally feels like the muscle is tied in a knot. When you press on them, they hurt, but then release."
"Right. There are more on your glutes, but your clothing is in the way."
He processed what she was saying and then realization hit him... 'bam!'
"You want me, uh... to take my, umm, underwear off?"
While no ulterior motive formed in the forebrain... there was instinctual motivation in the hindbrain. She swallowed.
"Your pants, definitely. But maybe just pull the underwear down a little bit. But listen... I know this is maybe a bit much to ask. I could just focus on your upper back, and you can have a nurse at the clinic do the rest. It's up to you."
He was disappointed and relieved at the same time.
"No..."
Her heart sank a bit.
"Uh, no that's alright. I'd rather you did it. But only if you're comfortable... I mean with me being undressed. You know, it's only our first date... that is, I mean. The first time we've been together. Not really a date, but, uh..."
"Ok, slip your pants off and I'll work on the triggers."
She was so delighted he had agreed. It didn't start out overtly as a way to see his body, but she was feeling really warm and excited. Everything about this was new... thrillingly new. He lifted himself up and slid his pants off and kicked them to the floor. He didn't stand up because he had an erection and was apoplectic that she might see it.
"You push the underwear down as far as you need to for the massage," he said. He thought, 'And all the way off if you just want to look.'
She pushed the briefs down in the back until about three inches of crack were showing. There were several trigger points in the exposed glutes and her rational mind worked diligently at releasing them. He moaned in pain and pleasure. The knots hurt when being released, which accounted for the discomfort. The pleasurable moans could be from the release, but he could also just be enjoying her fingers on his ass.
The eighteen-year-old part of her mind wondered what the rest of his butt looked like. At first, she chastised herself for indulging her lust. Then she thought, he's not offering any objection and in fact his verbalizations were encouraging her to go further. She pushed her fingers under the briefs and explored beyond. The pleasure moans increased. The band of the briefs hooked over the bottom of his glutes, exposing his entire butt.
There were no more trigger points, but Kait kept massaging. Nick was aware that the 'massage' had moved from therapeutic to erotic. He was overwhelmed with sexual sensations and rocked gently against the bed in a carnal way. Kait had both hands full of ass cheeks when he came. He had never had an orgasm involving another person. Her hands gripped him as he bucked and humped. The intensity was mind-blowing.
They both exclaimed, "I'm sorry!" at the same time.
Then both replied, "It's not your fault," at the same time.
Next, they both laughed.
