A Nerds Last Laugh
I know to a lot of people the term nerd is derogatory; I always tended to look at things differently. I mean when you realize Superman and the Incredible Hulk were both actually nerds; or that some of the greatest advancements in human history were by nerds like Einstein; it gave you a better view.
My father, himself a nerd, put things into perspective after a day coming home from being bullied by a bunch of jocks at school.
"Less than two percent of them will ever play professional sports" he told me. "Over seventy percent will make mediocre careers and mediocre money; while you will be making ten times their money by the time you're thirty."
"Money doesn't get the girl dad" I had complained.
"You think so?" my father had shot back.
We shifted at the mall parking lot until we were sitting next to a bright yellow mustang convertible, and dad sat and waited. I was shocked when the forty year old guy came out and climbed in the driver seat; and next to him was the hottest blonde I had ever seen on two legs.
Dad had never said a word, he just drove home...in our Mercedes convertible. I never questioned again about being a nerd, I was damned proud of it.
By the time I hit twenty-four; life had conspired to prove to me God really did have a sense of humor. He gave jocks great bodies, but little brains; and for guys like me he gave us a bonus. I saw that bonus during high school gym; when not a single guy would shower next to me.
At first I couldn't figure out why, so I went back to the great Osborne, my dad. I was eighteen at the time; my dad handed me a wooden ruler.
"Measure it" he told me.
OK, this was a bit weird; but he had never steered me wrong. Standing in my bedroom I dropped my pants and shorts and started to measure it. Dad sighed and led me to the window of my bedroom.
"Take a look out there" she said.
When I looked, I almost dropped the ruler. I stared at my mother stretched out on a lounger by our pool. She was wearing a green string bikini, her breasts threatened to pop out of the top and her skin glistened with tanning oil.
"Look at those tits" he told me. "Wouldn't you like those babies wrapped around your dick." Jesus I was getting hard. "Think of those thighs wrapped around you, buried between them." That did it; I was hard as a rock.
It might sound sick, but like I said; my father was a smart man; he knew an eighteen year old hormonally charged male when he saw one.
"Measure it now" he told me again.
"A little over ten inches" I said in a shaky voice.
"The average erect male penis is five inches" dad told me. "Less than six percent break seven inches, and less than one in a thousand men pass ten inches." He said in his usual cool manner.
I watched him unzip his slacks and pull out a cock that matched me in every dimension. He gripped his semi hard dick and started to stroke, standing right beside me.
"When you shove this into a woman, and she screams your name; you'll have made it" he chuckled. "You've got the brains, and you've got the dick; you just need to figure out how to use them" he told me.
It was the second greatest life lesson the Great Osborne left me with. He tucked his dick back into his pants and glanced out the window again.
"Go ahead and jerk off to her Blake" he told me "I did to my mom" he smiled. "I'll give you ten minutes, and then I'm hauling her ass into the house to fuck the shit out of her."
The sick part was I did exactly what he said. I stood and that window and pounded my cock, thinking of my mother screaming my name; until I blew my load on my bedroom wall. At the ten minute mark I watched my father walk out, stand by mom and say something. In less than five minutes I heard her real screaming as my dad gave it to her in their bedroom.
I learned a lot, but what I had to learn on my own; was opportunity. My father knew how to use an opportunity. He had taken the rising internet, and built a multimillion dollar company in three years. I knew my time would come, I just didn't know when.
It came three years later; when I was a twenty-four year old college student. I was in my fourth year at MIT on a full ride scholarship, with a major in Biomedical Robotics and Engineering. I was about to graduate Summa Cum Laude; and I was still a virgin. Oh I was a pro at sex, at least the solo porn kind. I just hadn't had real sex.
That changed when Sophie, my sister hit college. She went haywire, as my folks put it. She joined a sorority, majored in fashion design; and all but failed her first year. But she made some of the hottest jock campus parties you could imagine.
Why, because she was a spitting image of my mother. At five foot six; she had a paired of tanned legs any guy would die to have wrapped around him. She had an ass that made you drool; and sporting a set of 36 D's in a tight bikini that would give a corpse a hard on.
She had her sights set on some college football player, or at least half the team I figured. Saying she was a virgin was like saying Mata Hari was an innocent bystander. Sophie had the body, she knew it, and she used it.
Mom had tried to give her the same lessons dad gave me; but it never sank in. By the time she hit twenty, mom had given up and figured she would just have to learn the hard way. The shit finally hit the fan when Sophie bombed her mid terms that year.
She had figured out, just like that blonde in the yellow mustang; how to get the things she wanted. She had three separate boyfriends, that I knew of, and everyone drove a hot sports car; given to them by their dads. She made all the right parties, knew all the right people; and when necessary, wasn't past using her 'talents' on her professors to boost her grades. That was until she ran into Ms. Mitchum.
Ms. Mitchum was Sophie's mathematics professor. Just so you understand, math is a core class and required, even for fashion design. I always did think the lady was a bit of a dyke, but apparently Sophie wasn't her type.
Needless to say dad didn't take the grades very well. There is one thing a nerd cares about, besides sex, and that's money. We know how to make it, and we hate wasting it. There was no way dad was paying thousands of dollars to have Sophie attend a prestigious fashion school, to have her dump it.
I watched my poor sister struggle for two weeks as she tried to improve her math; she was highly motivated since dad had threatened her allowance if she didn't bring her grade up. The funny thing was, it wasn't me that opened the door, it was Kallie her sorority sister.
Sophie had been to a party, drowning her sorrows and crying to her friends about her woes. The phone call I got sounded more like the local bar than a college sorority house. Sophie was polluted, and I mean totally wasted.
She did have the presence not to make a scene coming home, she knew what would happen if dad caught her, considering she was supposed to be studying. So, she called me; all but begging for me to come and get her. It seemed dear old dad had given her a taste of what was coming, by taking the keys to her car.
When I walked into the building, it was like walking into a roman bath house from Caligula. There were clothes strewn everywhere; there was a naked girl passed out on the couch; and some guy in his underwear greeted me at the door.
"Shess upp stairsss" he slurred at me when I asked about Sophie.
I picked my way through the living room and ascended the stairs. The first door I opened was like turning on a porn movie; two guys were banging this hot blonde at the same time; while she lay there moaning.
I admit, I watched the hot scene for a bit, and then moved on. The second room was empty; but the third room, that was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Spread out on her back on the bed, her legs dangling over the side, was a totally nude Kallie. So here's your mental picture. Five foot four or so; slim, athletic; taut firm belly; firm 34 C tits rising straight in the air, and a shaved pussy spread wide open.
"Come on babbyyy" I heard her drunken moan. "Don't eeaavveee meee" she drunkenly whined.
It would have been great except for one thing. Jock head was laid out on the floor passed out cold. The asshole had apparently started fucking her and literally keeled over in mid act.
In that moment, you have two choices. Be the moral upright citizen, and close the door. Or do what I did; slip inside, close the door and start to unbuckle your pants.
If you think for even one moment I was going to pass up the opportunity to pop my virgin cherry, you have no brains. Morals are damned when a wet inviting pussy is called you.
"Yeahhhhh datsss ittt" Kallie moaned as I spread her thighs wider, slipping between them on my knees.
