She was a computer geek.
Imagine, one of those girls with long, beautiful hair pulled back at the base of her neck, wire-rimmed glasses hiding shimmering green eyes, and long legs that were always masked by dull gray slacks, day in and day out. I watched her, from a distance, silently undressing her with my eyes.
I just bet she was a virgin, too.
She kept company with other computer geeks. Guys that looked like they still lived in their mother's basement, pimply-faced boys with shiny, oily faces that stuffed their faces with Cheetos and Snickers bars. All this while they typed code and argued over Magic cards. She was almost like a diamond in the rough, the way she didn't fit in.
She did fit in, though. She was one of them.
I listened to her, keeping up with their incessant chatter about medieval fairs and card tournaments. I heard her plans for the next comic book convention, how she was going to get some illustrator's autograph. I saw how her eyes shone as she spoke of these things. I saw how the boys around her eyed her voluptuous breasts, how they ogled her, but respected her. They knew that they couldn't get their grubby, potato chip encrusted paws on her.
She was perfect. They knew it. So did I.
I sat across the computer lab, pretending to write an essay. Mentally, though, I was storing my mind's footage of her, sexy in such an unattractive way. I wondered if she had ever seen anyone besides her immediate family naked. I wondered what she did to herself in bed at night. I wondered if she dreamed of being fucked.
Most of all, I dreamed about fucking her.
I had been following her for seven nights now, ever since I first bumped into her in the hallway. It had been crowded, between classes, with college students running everywhere, trying desperately to make it somewhere on time. I'd just come from the tech wing's men's bathroom, where I'd just finished fucking my roommate's girlfriend. It'd been a fling we'd been having for a while now. The fucking was good, the scenery was not. I'd left unsatisfied, having had to wrap my swollen cock in dampened paper towels to bring it back to its normal limp form, making it okay for me to be in public again.
My mind in other places, I bumped into her in the hallway there. She'd been carrying a stack of computer manuals and a few of them fell to the floor. I bent down to retrieve them for her and muttered a quick apology. Such fire that sprang from her eyes then, such ferocity.
"Whatever," she'd snapped, and snatched the books viciously from my hands, making her way quickly down the hall and away from me.
Oh, but I was mesmerized. She was such…such a geek, but damn, did that ass wiggle as she made her way away from me and towards the computer lab.
I skipped my last class that day and pretended to write an essay in the computer lab, just as I was doing now. I'd watched her there, quietly outgoing, chattering away about asinine things like Dungeons and Dragons and old episodes of Star Trek. I followed her home that night too, watched her let herself into her darkened one bedroom apartment a few miles from the university. That's where I've gone every night for the last week…I've watched her there, cooking dinner for one, reading her thick, tiny-printed computer manuals or gaming books, and going to bed.
Those were the moments I loved the most—watching her get ready for bed.
She wore the same tee shirt to bed every night, unalluring and not in the least bit sexy. It was the preparation, though, that I adored. She would traipse around her apartment, blinds open for all of god's creation to see, completely nude. I would watch her pin her hair long, gorgeous hair up, brush her teeth, and wash her face. I watched her slip on the same shirt each night, rubbing my cock in my hands in silent fascination.
Tonight would be no different, I reasoned with myself. It was not the night. Tonight I would keep watching and soon, perhaps even tomorrow, I would take her.
Suddenly, the group moved. She was leaving, and the lab was closing. It was nearing eleven o'clock and the lab monitor was going around the room shutting down all the unused computers. I snapped shut the study guide that I hadn't looked at once and saved a document that had no more than three lines written on it. I made sure to save it onto my floppy disk and not the hard drive. Sure, they wouldn't assume anything beyond a little college tomfoolery, but the last thing I needed was someone to read my simple credo:
I WILL FUCK HER. I WILL FUCK HER. I WILL FUCK HER.
Fuck her I would. Tonight, though…tonight, I would just watch. I needed more anticipation. I needed the right moment.
I walked from the computer lab out to the misty, evening parking lot. My car was close by to hers, but not by much. I didn't want her to grow suspicious. I pretended to stumble over my keys as I watched her get in and drive away. I let myself into my car and now, safe and alone, looked down at the throbbing cock held back only by my khaki pants.
"Cool your jets," I said to my crotch. "You'll get yours."
I didn't follow her to her apartment. That much would become too obvious. Instead, I first stopped at the gas station, filled my tank, and got a soda. Then I made my to her apartment complex, a small four-plex near the woods. I parked in back as usual, next to the dumpster, with a clear view of her bedroom and kitchen. She was getting ready for bed again, and I slinked down in my seat, taking furtive sips from the soda with one hand, stroking my hard on with another.
She had already gotten undressed, her hair pinned up on her head. I saw her go into the bathroom, her naked buttocks jiggling as she brushed her teeth. My cock jerked in my hands, angry at not being able to be closer to the creature we were watching. I quelled it a bit by pulling on it harder, speeding up the rhythm. She was coming back into the bedroom now, but stopped. She leaned against the door to the bathroom and a hand slipped down her body, out of my view. I sat as high up in the car seat as I dared, and from her movements, I could tell that she was touching herself. Her eyes slipped closed and a lusty smile came over her lips.
I began to stroke my cock faster, harder. This was such a pleasant surprise, to see her enjoying herself. With a good pair of binoculars, I supposed I could see a rosy flush come across her face, but from my distance, I could only imagine.
She began to wiggle against the doorframe then, as though an itch had seized her back. I imagined that she had a few fingers in that virgin pussy of hers, wet with slick, sweet pussy juices. Her neck arched back against the frame, her breasts jutting forward and she jerked a bit, then slid further down the frame towards the floor.
It was more than I could take. A deep groan broke the silence of the car and my cock gushed hot cum onto my once spotless khakis. My hands became sticky with it. All the while, though, I kept my eyes on that gorgeous body in the window, now standing up. She walked over to the light switch and flicked it off. The show was over.
I reached over to the passenger side seat and grabbed a few napkins, wiping up the mess I had made the best I could. If I didn't turn on the car and leave now, I wouldn't be able to resist the animalistic urge to break into that apartment and fuck her hard and raw right then and there.
"Not now," I told myself. "Soon."
The next day, I woke hungry for her. My roommate's girlfriend would have to do. My roommate was already gone to work and his redheaded, slender girlfriend was sleeping peacefully naked in his bed. I made my way, silently, into the room and slid into bed next to her. I was naked except for my hard cock.
She woke up slowly to my fingers probing her moistened pussy. She was a good fuck and an easy one at that. Before her eyes opened, she was already reacting to my touch, licking her lips and moving with me. I gave up on the foreplay quickly, choosing instead to cram my hardness all the way into her. I was a little rough, I'll admit, and the look of surprise in her eyes was only fuel to my fire. Who I really wanted to fuck was that pretty little geek girl in the computer lab. This redheaded slut would have to do.
Without a word, I grabbed onto her hips and forced myself in as far as her pussy would take me. Her mouth made a round O as I rammed into her, time and again. She began to moan louder and louder as a sudden, shattering orgasm came over her. I felt her pussy muscles constrict against my cock. My fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, I beat myself into her, making her shake with each thrust. I could tell I was bruising her, perhaps even hurting her, but I didn't care. I wanted this pussy to belong that brunette geek so badly that I could taste it at the back of my throat. Finally, I could feel myself cumming, almost in desperation it seemed. I pulled out of that raw, red-haired pussy and shot my load across her belly.
"That was great," she said, her eyes wondering. "Thanks for waking me up."
I just grinned and stood up, my cock slowly returning to its normal state. I left her there, cum drying just above her belly button. As I left the room, I saw her grimace as she found a towel on the floor to wipe herself off with.
After a shower and a quick breakfast, I headed back to the university. I sat through a few of my classes, attended a meeting of some organization I'd joined for good measure, and soon, by early evening, found myself making my way to the computer lab again. She was there, as usual, amongst her fellow geek friends. Their conversation was the same as always, meaningless drivel that meant nothing to me. The moist pussy between those slender legs meant more.
I WILL FUCK HER, I typed. I WILL FUCK HER.
TONIGHT, I added, with a slight smile.
I WILL FUCK HER TONIGHT.
She left early that night, surprising me. It was even close to closing time for the lab, but around eight, I saw her pick up her books and bid her farewells to her friends. I gave it a few minutes before I picked up my own books and left as well. I crossed my fingers that she was just tired and going home early. The last thing I needed was a monkey wrench in my night's plans.
She was just driving out of the parking lot when I approached my own car. I got in quickly and made my way to her apartment complex. Perhaps I was a bit eager. Whatever it was, I nearly tailed her the whole way there. I saw her glance in her rear view mirror a couple times. To throw her off, I passed her little four-plex as she pulled in, speeding off to make it look as though I were simply another jackass on the road, wanting to pass her by.
Oh god, though, I didn't want to.
