"Aw, c'mon man, fuck that! I shot him point blank right in the freaking head and somehow he still knifed me in the gut. Fucking hackers man. Fucking ten-year-old hackers!"
Alan Rogan was glued to his TV, screaming through a fierce game of Call of Duty when he heard his family's doorbell ring. As always, he ignored it and hoped his mom would take care of it.
"Alan!" shouted his mom from upstairs in the kitchen. "Alan, sweetie! Get the door, please."
(Jesus Christ, leave me the fuck alone!) thought Alan. "Hold on a minute, mom! You know I can't just pause the game!" he yelled back upstairs. "I'm going to kill these little pricks even if it kills me," he muttered to himself. Instantly after saying that, an enemy soldier darted into the screen and knifed Alan's character in the gut, ending the game. "God fucking dammit! Those little motherfucking shits!" screamed Alan as he hurled his controller across the room.
"Alan, dear! You have some company," shouted his mom, as she walked down the stairs and leaned around the basement door to inform him. "And she's female and quite pretty."
"Mom, what did I say about coming down here, I...Holy shit! A girl!" Alan snapped at his mom, as suddenly he panicked.
Never once in all his 18 years of being on Earth had a girl who wasn't related to Alan or a friend of the family stopped by just to see him... for that matter, no one had. Most, if not all of his friends lived in other cities, states, and countries, and the only way he ever communicated with them was through playing online on his PlayStation 4. Suffice to say, Alan wasn't very popular amongst his high school senior peers. He had always been on the outside looking in and as such kept to himself. Short, scrawny, and socially awkward, Alan was the stereotypical nerd who spent all of his time playing video games, collecting rare minerals, and reading comic books. Yet, he still was a very bright and remarkable young man, as he had made the honor roll in every grade level.
"Alan, honey?! Are you coming upstairs to see your pretty friend, or should I send her downstairs to see you?" asked his mother.
Alan cleared his throat and dried his clammy hands off with a towel. He put his left hand up to his mouth to smell his breath, which smelled like the M&M's he was snacking on while playing his PlayStation. He worryingly looked down at his rather dorky wardrobe: a red- and green- striped shirt that gave off a Christmas vibe, denim overalls that stopped mid-thigh, tube socks that came up just below his boney knees, and a pair of black-and-white high-top Converses.
"What a way to impress a girl," Alan snarled sarcastically. He headed up the stairs from his basement bedroom and into the living room, joining his mom and the pretty young girl whom he instantly recognized.
"Cassie?!" Alan exclaimed, shocked.
"Hey Alan. Did you forget our tutoring session?" she asked.
"We had a session today??" he asked, confused.
"Well, today is Thursday," she replied.
Alan had had such a rough day at school earlier that killing players online in Call of Duty was a great way to release his stress and some tension. Unfortunately, he didn't play such a good game.
"Alan, I'm meeting up with the women of my book club, so I won't be back for a couple of hours," his mother informed him. She winked at him, catching Alan off-guard. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Cassie," she continued, turning to the guest. "Hope to see you come around here more often. Alan doesn't get many visitors, especially of the pretty female variety." Alan's mother winked at him again and headed out the door, grinning from ear to ear.
Alan felt totally embarrassed and rattled by his mother's behavior. He looked over at Cassie, who, as she too felt a bit awkward, let out a slight giggle under her breath.
"You have a very loving mother..." Cassie stated.
"Yeah, um, thanks..." Alan shyly replied.
Finally getting over the embarrassment, he couldn't believe that Cassie Banks was standing in his living room. She was a walking wet dream of his. He had jerked off like a mad man after their first meeting and hadn't stopped masturbating to her lovely image since, causing quite a mess in his bed two to three times a day. Just the thought of her made him constantly horny.
At 5'6, twenty years old, and a sophomore in college, Cassie Banks was beautiful, with long blond locks and crystal-clear blue eyes. Many had said she could pass as movie actress Jennifer Lawrence's twin sister. The only difference would be their bodies. Cassie was much fuller in all the right places, particularly her chest. Alan had always found it hard to maintain eye contact with Cassie when she wore tight shirts that outlined her huge, round tits, and her big nipples seemed to be permanently stiff.
"When you didn't show up at the Help Center for our usual session, I got a bit worried and asked around where you lived. I had to ask a lot of people until a friend of your mother's gave me your address. You are one hard guy to track down, Alan," Cassie commented, chuckling.
"Oh... Sorry. I got a bit sidetracked," he explained. "I do apologize."
Several weeks ago, Alan's mom pulled some strings through a friend to get Alan a tutoring job at the Help Center, which required his services only on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. She figured it would be a nice way for him to meet people and make actual friends. On his first day, Cassie approached him and asked for help with her history. To his credit (and incredible fortune, as he thought later), Alan loved history and, being caught up with lust, he agreed to tutor Cassie until she passed her upcoming history exam.
"We can still have our session, if you'd like?" Alan asked. As always, his dark brown eyes drifted back and forth between her eyes and her melon-sized tits as they bulged beneath her thin button-up shirt.
"Well, I did go through a bit of trouble tracking you down, and since I'm already here, there's no point in wasting the trip, so...sure," Cassie agreed. "Plus, my history exam is on Monday, and after two weeks of studying, I still don't seem to have this stuff down. It's just hard for me to remember anything that I've read."
Suddenly, an idea popped into Alan's head. He knew the idea might be a long shot in hell, but he figured he had nothing to lose.
"Before we get started, I have to ask you an important question, and you have to trust me, okay?" he asked calmly.
"Oh-okay," Cassie replied, a little uneasy.
"Cassie, has a man ever gone down on you?" Alan asked bluntly.
Cassie was overwhelmed with shock hearing this shy, short nerd ask her such a personal question.
"WHAT!?" she finally responded. "What the hell kind of question is that?"
"Listen. Just trust me on this, okay? It's a little experiment. Now, just answer the question please."
Still in a bit of shock and confusion, Cassie hesitantly answered.
"No..."
Alan was quite surprised, given how hot Cassie was and her popular reputation in college, at this response.
Cassie continued, "Alan... What does that have to do with studying? And what kind of experiment involves you asking me that?"
"It's quite simple. The reason why you don't remember any of this stuff is because you don't care about the information. It serves no value to you, so your brain doesn't see any reason to hang on to it," he replied in a smartly manner.
"I still don't get what that has to do with you asking me such a personal question," Cassie asked, still a bit confused, as her pale cheeks turned rosy red.
"We need to give you a reason to remember. Something that will make you care about this history stuff, and some good stimulation should do the trick," said Alan.
"So does that mean you want to..."
"Yes, so you have to trust me on this," Alan pleaded.
Cassie paused for a moment, but didn't see any other option. She really needed to pass her history exam. She had tried everything, and knowing how smart Alan was, she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Cassie softly nodded to him, and then slipped off her shoes and slowly unsnapped her jeans.
The sound of her zipper going down caused Alan's heart to beat rapidly. He couldn't believe Cassie Banks was really going to let him go down on her.
Cassie felt the butterflies in her stomach from the anticipation as she slid her jeans down her long, ivory legs and dropped them on top of her shoes. She stood in front of Alan in her too-tight shirt, cotton panties, and cute little black ankle socks.
"Panties too," he notified her. With that, Cassie took a deep breath and slipped off her cotton panties, revealing her dark brown pubic mound before Alan's bulging eyes. This was the first pussy Alan had ever seen in real life, and it was incredibly beautiful.
"Consider yourself lucky. The only other man who's seen my vagina is my ex-boyfriend."
