Nemesis Crush

I'm not a professional writer, I do this for fun. I'm sure there are spelling and grammar issues. And for added fun it's Canadian English, halfway between British and American. Some of those typos aren't mistakes, eh!

This story is high up on the Implausibility Scale. If you want realism then this isn't for you. This is not meant to be literature, it's more like a comic book. The characters are over 18.

Chapter Two: Game On.

I slept in, which was unexpected. With apparently an actual girlfriend wanting me to call her this morning, I figured I'd be up and going at first light. Nope. Mom knocked on my door and said she was off to work and that I should make dinner before she got home. I groaned, then sat bolt upright, thinking 'I have to call Moe!'

I had enough awareness to holler downstairs and ask my Mom what to make for dinner, and she said "Just throw a frozen lasagna in the oven." Then she was gone, and I was alone in the house.

I picked up my phone to call Maureen and was overwhelmed by a sudden fear. Was last night a prank? Did Moe's friends put her up to that? Was it some kind of dare? In the end it didn't matter, she was the girl I'd always desperately desired and I couldn't help myself. I called her.

"Dale! Hey, did you just wake up?"

"Yeah, my Mom woke me up when she left for work."

"Same here. So, can you come over?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. I gotta get dressed and have breakfast first."

"Okay. Let me know when you're on your way."

"Sure."

"Bye."

Wow. That was an unusual exchange. Moe sounded happy, excited, and actually friendly. And this was the girl who was my nemesis for the last 4 years. Apparently because we didn't know how to talk to each other? My life has turned from the usual boring routine of video games and SciFi novels to... this. Whatever this was. After a quick shower I got dressed. I picked out a pair of cargo pants and a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I wanted a better look than the stuff I usually slouched around in. I wolfed down some breakfast and brushed my teeth.

When I called Maureen again, she told me to come over. Right. Wow, a date. I guess. Or something like that. I didn't have my own car, and both my parents' vehicles were gone. Damn. If I'd gotten up earlier I could probably have dropped Mom off at work and had the van for the day. I knew where Moe lived now, but it was a long walk. That was too slow, so I dragged out my bicycle. I also figured I had to be back by 4 at the latest to get dinner in the oven.

Off I went, and 15 minutes later I was at Moe's house. Not too sweaty, I hoped. I locked my bike to the fence next to the driveway and she met me on the front porch.

"What happened to the van?"

"My Mom drove it to work, and Dad took the car. It was bike or walk."

"You should have said something, I'd have picked you up," she said, gesturing at the car in the driveway. "Come on in."

This felt so weird. I was at Moe's house. And she was being friendly. Inviting me in. Smiling. I kept expecting her to switch to the Angry Girl I'd known for the last four years. But that didn't seem to be happening.

She led me inside. It was nice, a typical suburban two story home. Her family had a very different sense of style from my own, as the place was a shambles compared to my house. Nothing bad really, just stuff everywhere, books and piles of things cluttering the place up. My parents were neat freaks and minimalists when it came to belongings. Very Marie-Kondo-get-rid-of-excess kinda thing. Moe's house was... different. It looked more comfortable, more lived in. My house felt sterile by comparison.

Maureen asked me if I was thirsty or wanted a snack or anything. I said water would be great. I gulped my drink down in a hurry. I was nervous as hell. So. There I was. Alone with her. With Moe. She still intimidated the crap out of me, but damn she was hot. She was dressed in loose black shorts and a long sleeved blue top. The kind with an extra large neck hole, so it would slip off one shoulder. Seeing that bare shoulder was so sexy. And it made me wonder if she had a bra on underneath, because there wasn't a strap showing.

Moe walked up to me and put her arms around me, smiling as she did. My blush deepened, I could feel it radiating heat off my face. Some reflex brought my hands to her waist, gently holding her. Holy fuck she felt nice, so soft and warm and alive. And no, there wasn't a bra under that shirt, not the way those tits moved when she walked. She hugged me, then pulled back a bit, leaned in, and kissed me.

And just like last night, I was hard in seconds. And my dick was severely cramped in my pants. I reached down to adjust myself. She giggled when I did that, and pulled us close together again for another kiss. She released me and took my hand to lead me back into the living room. Fuck, I was so nervous. And so horny. This was crazy, how was this even happening?

We sat on a loveseat, where I couldn't sit far enough away that she couldn't touch me, or vice versa, had I had the nerve to do so. And we talked. Well, at first she talked and I struggled to respond. But she didn't seem bothered by my inability to communicate. She started out with the weather and stuff. Our talk progressed from there as I got used to being so close to her. Then she made a joke, and I laughed. It was one of those nerd jokes that most people don't get, and it surprised me. It was my kind of joke.

But hey, since she was going into computer science, she must be a nerd of some sort. That kind of freaked me out, because I always thought that nerds were goofy or weird looking. Like me. And she definitely was none of that. Something she said triggered a random thought, things Myron and I called loose wires in our heads, and I made a bad pun. Which she followed up on.

"I'd never be board around you."

"I saw what you did there."

"Ooh, that's a cutting remark."

"I had to brace myself a bit for that one."

"Oh so you know the drill then?"

"Uh huh, nailed it."

We went back and forth like this with tool puns, until we were both nearly crying we were laughing so hard. When we calmed down we continued to talk. It was easier for me then, because we had a connection, our sense of humour. She told me about how she was so interested in me back in grade 9, how she was crushing on me. And how jealous she got every time she saw me looking at her friends. How at first she was just trying to get my attention, and when that didn't seem to work, she got angry. And then it escalated to a more or less constant thing for her. Angry at me for not noticing her, angry at me for looking at her friends, and then eventually just angry, mean, and bitchy towards me, all the time. And she said she was sorry for what she put me through.

"Last night I said something to Ruth-Ann, about how none of us got to go out with you. She started asking me what I meant, and her and Katie kept pestering me until I admitted I liked you. I think that's what made her drag you over and force you to talk to me."

"I'm really glad she did."

"Thank you, that's sweet."

This was SO NOT the Moe I knew from school. I'd never head her talk like this, or laugh like this, never heard her make bad jokes or puns, or smile so much. Or be NICE to me. We kept taking, and I started to feel a little more comfortable with the situation. Moe started bringing up people and events that we both knew but had radically different memories of. Like that time Mike Stovak set fire to the chemistry lab, or Chrissy Brant's wardrobe malfunction in the cafeteria, or the infamous Mud Slinging Lacrosse Championship. Even though I was on the M squad I was as muddy as the players. So was Coach Riley.

While we talked, there were a couple of times when she poked me or punched my shoulder. Not hard, more like playfully, just kind of an expression of her humour. She was a physical girl after all. I kinda flinched when that happened, because it reminded me of how she'd been my nemesis for so long. But she was also my crush, my ideal woman, the one I'd always wanted. The one I fell in love with at first sight. Since she was being actually nice to me, I was floating on a cloud.

When our conversation wound down she shifted over and wrapped her arms around me. I put mine around her, and she kind of rolled onto her side with her head against my chest. I could see down her top a bit in that position, and wow, her tits were awesome. She for sure felt my dick twitch and throb against her back, because a slow, sly smile appeared on her face and she shifted around some more, pushing back against me.

"One of the things I like most about you is your sense of humour. I used to listen to you and Myron all the time at school, you guys are hilarious, you know that?"

"Really?"

"Yeah really. And you are definitely cute too. And kissable."

And then she kissed me. Holy fuck! The girl of my dreams was kissing me. After a while she stopped kissing and laid back in my lap. Then she reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt, but she could only reach the first three buttons. Moe sat up and tugged at my shirt, so I helped her haul it over my head. I had no idea where this was going, but I went along with her. Somehow she managed to pull her own top off at the same time as she pulled mine off. I have no clue how she did that, but Holy Shit!

I thought that peek down her top was good, but this, this was a whole new world. Two new worlds. The twin moons of Venus. Yeah I know, Venus doesn't have moons, but to me Moe is the Goddess of Love and those two snow white orbs looked like heavenly bodies. I guess I was staring because she put a hand on my chin made me look into her eyes. "I think he likes them, huh?"

"Oh god, yes. You're beautiful!"

"I'm not too small?"

I shook me head. "No, you're perfect."

Moe giggled and shifted around on my lap to straddle my hips. The sun was streaming in the window behind her, lighting up her hair like a golden aurora around her face. She had really bushy hair. It was kind of kinky and curly and always stuck out in every direction. It was down to her shoulders but would probably have been a lot longer if her hair was straight.

She kissed me again and ran her hands across my chest. That was something I never thought would be erotic, seeing as I was a guy. But holy Fuck, that was hot. I never knew my nipples could be stimulated like that, and just the feeling of her touching me was like six kinds of awesome.

I worked up the courage to touch her, fearing that I would do something wrong and Angry Moe would appear. But that didn't happen. Instead she gasped into our kiss when my hands contacted her boobs. Wow. They filled my hands, but not much more than that, and when I moved my hands around I could feel her nipples hard against my palms. That made her moan or hum or something and she kissed me harder. Last night's handful of her was just a taste, a quick furtive grab, but this, right here, this was heaven.

Her tongue swept into my mouth, questing for mine, and she was soon pressed tight against me, so my hands got squeezed out from between us by her insistent motions. We kissed for a while and she finally pulled back with this huge smile on her face. "Come on," she said. Maureen grabbed up our shirts, and held out her free hand. She pulled me to my feet and led me upstairs. To her room. I'd been in only one teenage girl's room before, Tracey's. She was a friend of Myron and me, and we worked together on some school science projects, But Tracey was as much of a loner and a geek as I was, and just as unpopular. Nothing but science was involved in that relationship.

Maureen's room was nothing like Tracey's. Moe had this striking red, white, and black decor, none of the stereotypical pink with ruffles and teddy bears. The bed was still unmade, clothes were strewn on the floor and on the chair and under her desk. There was stuff everywhere. My folks would never have let me leave my room this messy. The top of her dresser was piled high with trophies and medals from sports. Underneath the shambles was a very bold and stylish decor. It didn't look like what I expected. She dropped our shirts on the floor with the rest of the mess.

Moe stood in front of me, topless and stunning, and she tentatively reached out to run her hands over my chest again. Then she circled my nipples, and followed the trail of sparse dark hair that led past my navel to disappear into my pants. She undid my belt and zip, and knelt to pull my pants and briefs down together. Oh fuck! My dick sprang out in front of her face, hard and throbbing. I almost came right there.

She pulled at each of my ankles to get me to lift my feet out of my clothes, leaving me in just my socks. "You're so big!" she exclaimed. I doubted that. I'd measured myself, of course. It's a Guy Thing. We all do that, same as we all jerk off. At my biggest and hardest I was 158 millimetres, to be precise. Just a bit over six inches, but it sounds way bigger in millimetres. Pretty much average I guess, but woefully inadequate based on empirical evidence gleaned from internet porn videos. Okay, so maybe one of the key credentials one requires to be a male porn star is an enormously oversized dick, but that doesn't lessen the feeling of inadequacy for someone like me. But any embarrassment or unease I had about size vanished in the glow of her smile and her obvious delight in what she found.

Maureen wrapped her hands around me and squeezed gently. Then she leaned in, and holy shit! She took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swept around my swollen head as she squeezed me again. The warm, wet softness of her tongue hit about a million nerve endings. Nothing could stave off an orgasm from this assault to my senses, and I exploded without warning. I didn't even know it was gonna happen. When the first gush rolled across her tongue she went "Mmpfff!" and pulled back. For some reason she didn't point my pulsing cock away from herself, no, she held on and watched in amazement as I came on her, on and on, like six or seven bolts of gooey white semen.

I got her cheek, her neck, her tits, and her hands, plus that first shot into her mouth. I was terrified she'd freak out, but all she did was laugh and smile up at me. "Wow, that was amazing!" She licked her lips and said "Tastes weird, but not too bad." Moe took the end of my cock into her mouth again to suck off the last of my cum. Then she reached down, grabbed a discarded shirt, wiped her face and chest, and dropped it back on the floor.

Moe stood up and smiled at me "You do me now." I almost didn't catch what she said because my senses were still reeling from that point & shoot blowjob and the sight of her tits bobbing around in front of me. How the fuck did I end up here?! How was this even happening?

She'd said 'Do me now'. Whoa. Like what? Like undress her? And did she want me to get a mouthful of her pussy too? Fuck, that would be the most awesome thing ever! I knelt in front of her, and reached out tentatively for her shorts. I looked up at her and when she smiled down at me I hooked my fingers in her waistband. A couple of tugs got them started off her hips, and then they fell away to the floor. Maureen put a hand on my head for a few seconds to steady herself as she stepped out of the shorts and pushed them away with one foot.

Now all she had on here her socks and panties. She must have put on especially sexy underwear. They were pale blue, lacy, and almost transparent. I could see the shape of her pussy perfectly, and the wedge of blonde hair that was puffing up her panties above that. I peeled that almost gossamer bit of lace from her, and she repeated the moves to step out of them and kick them away.

My gaze was fixed on her wonderful pink pussy and that patch of golden hair. If internet porn had an unfair bias towards huge dicks, it also had a similar bias towards shaved pussies. Maureen was not shaved. Not at all. That pale downy fur covered everything that I could see. Then she shifted her stance and spread her legs ever so slightly wider. The slit in that puffy bulge between her thighs parted a tiny bit, and I could see her slightly darker labia just peeking out. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Internet porn could disappear in that instant for all I cared. I had this sight burned into my brain.

"Well?" she said.

I looked up and met her eyes. She looked, I dunno, worried, or concerned, or something. She probably looked how I did a few minuted ago, just before she commented on how big I was. It had never occurred me that a girl I considered beautiful might be worried about how she looked.

"You're beautiful."

She had said 'You do me', so I reached out and cupped the backs of her thighs and brought my face straight into her pussy. I'd never done this before, but I watched a lot of porn. So I knew where everything should be, just not exactly how to work it. Her scent was strange at first, earthy and spicy and sour and floral. I breathed her in, and started trying to get my tongue in there. There was not a lot of room for access in that position, but I got a taste of her. Different than she smelled. That earthy tone came through strongly and it reminded me of wet autumn leaves. My tongue must have found a good spot, because she twitched and gasped, and grabbed my head. She had me by two handfuls of hair as she stepped back a bit.

"Dale..." she whispered.

I looked up at her and she moved back towards her bed, dragging me along by my hair. Moe sat on the edge and pulled me forward. I shuffled after her on my knees and she drew my face back down to her pussy. I could see it better with her legs spread like that, and wow, she was so beautiful! Delicate little dark-edged pink petals peeked out from that furry mound, and she was so easily accessible now. This time my tongue found its mark and I tasted her properly. Earthy, with undertones of sweetness and a tangy vibe. Fucking heaven, right there between her legs.

I knew I should play with her clit, and where it should be, but I couldn't see what I was doing. This wasn't like the videos, because you can't see anything when you're in this close. You just move your tongue and lips around and try to find the right spot. She tasted so good, and I kept digging my tongue in there over and over, getting more and more of her wet with my saliva, and lapping up her own wetness as it was produced. Her hands were still in my hair, and now she started pulling hard, really hard, so I assumed I was in the right place and kept moving my tongue and lips.

I got busy with my tongue, lapping, probing, sucking, and slurping. She was wet, and getting wetter. And she tasted better and better the more I got of her. Suddenly she tensed up, her thighs squeezed my head, and she just about tore my hair out and started bucking against my face. This was not like in the videos, where the pornstars made a lot of 'oooh-oooh-oooh' sounds and yelled 'yes yes yes' and 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming!' and stuff like that. This was different. Moe cums quietly but powerfully. I wondered how much hair she pulled out of my head as she held me tight to the place she needed me.

She went limp as suddenly as she had tensed up, and let go of me. I took the opportunity to pull back a bit and look at her. Burning the details into my retinas, because holy shit, that was awesome, despite having my hair damn near yanked out. I'm not really complaining about that, because I'll go bald before I give up eating Maureen out. I shifted my gaze up, and she was just lying there, splayed out on her bed. She stirred, and looked at me.

"Dale. Holy shit, what did you do?"

"I thought you wanted the same as me."

"Okay. Wow. C'mere."

She shifted around into the middle of the bed. I crawled in next to her and she wrapped me up in a warm, soft embrace. That was so fucking awesome. I still could not understand how I got there. Up until the night before, I was just an invisible and avoidable nerd, who worshiped her from afar. Suddenly I had... what? A girlfriend? A lover? How the fuck did this happen?