You and I are, on paper, the perfect nerd couple and our fellow nerds are jealous.

The guys are jealous of me - I have you, a down to earth, chill but outgoing nerdy girl who is cute day-to-day, but when she bothers to use make up and dress to excite how hot she is really comes out. And the guys know this because you cosplay sometimes. You enjoy the attention, but seem only interested in me from what they can tell.

The girls meanwhile are jealous of you - as much as you all love your nerdy male friends, many seem to lack basic skills for interacting. While I was shy and hesitant early on in approaching you, I never failed to be funny, interesting and easy to talk to. My lanky 6 ft body and mop of dark hair might not be traditionally hot, but I clean up well when you pick out my outfit and so long as I'm not hitting on anyone I seem charming, in a nerdy kind of way.

But there is something neither group knows about. When we first met, you found yourself really into me. Despite always being a nerd, you found yourself dating non-nerdy guys again and again, in large part because you didn't feel any connection to the guys who came off as shy and awkward. While I was shy to approach you, I was otherwise outgoing and charming in my own way.

You were frustrated early on, as your attempts to flirt with me faltered on my own shyness and awkwardness. Things didn't seem likely, so after weeks of self denial hoping to hit things off with me you let loose at a party thrown by the basketball team off campus. Dressed to the 9s, you were getting plenty of attention. One of the teammates started dancing with you, grinding on you and you felt him get hard - and he was big. Feeling that big bulge made the decision easy when he asked you to come to his room upstairs.

That same night Ryan and I decided to try to hit up some parties. I knew you had been flirting with me, and I had been beating myself up at not approaching you. So Ryan and I decided we'd practice hitting on girls at parties where getting shot down wouldn't be a big deal. We bounced in and out of a few parties, striking out as we expected. We had been drinking a fair bit, and at the Rugby house about 20 minutes ago I had done a keg stand.

We arrived about 15 minutes after you had gone upstairs and before I could hit on anyone I told Ryan I needed to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom on the first floor, a long line of girls was there for both of them. As I ran around looking for another one of the other teammates, sensing my urgent need, told me to hit the bathroom on the third floor. 3rd door on the right

I practically jumped up the stairs to third floor, raced into the bathroom and took care of business. As I was leaving I heard moans coming from a room whose door wasn't entirely shut. Curious, drunk, and horny, I peaked in.

The rooms light was off, but the full moon was pouring through the window and at first I didn't know it was you. I saw a pale girl's body bent over on the bed, perfect ass in the air, her face in the blanket as she supported herself on her elbows, the basketball player dark as midnight behind her. Even with his cock in your pussy I could see it was huge, the lighting was poor, but that was obvious by the length of his thrusts, and in some of the slow strokes, your juices glistened of his member in the moonlight, giving me a full idea of the length and girth he was pushing into you.

At first as I watched your face was buried in his bedspread, moaning into it as he thrust in and out. Watching your bodies had me erect fast, a mask of lust captured my face. It took him time but soon his entire length was buried in you, and you were orgasming again and again.

I felt my own orgasm approaching, unbdden, without me touching myself at all. The same moonlight that lit you both showered my face, if either of you turned, I would be exposed. I knew I should leave, but my feet were rooted and my orgasm well on its way.

And then as it was rising in me you turned your face on the bed and saw me. Our eyes locked. The basketball player didn't slow or seem to notice as his thrusts increased in speed and your moans matched. I was stricken with horror, sure you were going to expose me, but instead you smiled at me softly before another orgasm set off more moans. Your smile set off my own rising orgasm, shooting my load in my pants. My horror rose once more and your orgasm had you turned back into the bedspread to meet your moans. I stepped back, into the hallway, I returned the door to it's original almost closed state and went downstairs.

Hours later, in my dorm room as I finally undressed, peeling off the sticky boxers someone knocked on my door. Thinking it was Ryan I said "Hold on a second." I tossed the boxers in my hamper and put on another pair and answered the door.

I stood there mouth agape, in only boxers to cover my pale body, because it was you standing in my doorway. And that night is our anniversary.

The opening doesn't have to be out opening, but it's there to give you an idea of what I'm going for.

Kinks Cuckolding, sloppy seconds, large cock (for the bulls), mild sph raceplay (mild or extreme) - up to BNWO type stuff, teasing (fun/light hearted), impregnation, and lots of cum.

Limits Sissification, forced bi, other dudes and me, anything illegal, chastity, pegging, anything involving that should go in the toilet, foot fetish stuff

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