Massaged by a Nerd Ch. 02

I was friends with Mark since we were 14. We were never really that close. We would rarely speak in school, because I'd hang out with more popular kids. We'd study together sometimes since he was smart, or we'd talk, but always about my problems, never about his. At times I would go weeks without acknowledging his existence then when a big exam was coming up I would pretend we were besties.

I used him for 4 years like that, and he never seemed to mind. Maybe he knew. Maybe he knew he'll get back at me someday. Turn the tables on me and start controlling me like I controlled him all those years. For 4 years, I was the one who decided when we would meet and what we would do. That has changed. I've become his toy he could play with and explore each week, and I could do nothing about it.

It was bad as it is. The fact that I had a boyfriend made it worse. The fact that I loved my boyfriend made it hell. I lied to Kyle all the time. He thought Mark had been prepping me for a math exam, that's why the regular meetings at his place. He never suspected a thing.

***

"We need to talk," I said.

"I'm listening," Mark replied with patience in his voice.

"We have to cancel tomorrow. I can't go to your place again."

"Listen. If it's about what happened... it won't happen again. I swear."

"Look, you're clearly skilled at massaging," I reasoned. "You don't need more practice."

"Just come watch Netflix then," he pleaded. "Please. I don't want to lose you as a friend. I won't touch you again if you don't like it."

Mark seemed genuinely concerned that this thing between us could end our friendship once and for all. I've never seen so much sadness in his eyes. I wanted our meetings to end, but I couldn't find strength to break his heart. I took pity on him.

"Okay, I'll come. But no touching."

It was foolproof. If I don't get naked, he can't start touching me in inappropriate places and I won't lose control over my body. Keeping him as a friend also meant keeping him quiet. The last thing I would've needed is for him to start telling people how he fingered me to orgasm that one time.

So next day came, and I was there, lying on his bed, watching Netflix. It was so long ago we did this last that by now I completely lost track of the events of the show we were watching. Because my mind was still occupied by the thoughts of all the things we did in this bed, my boobs getting played with, my face being shoved into his crotch, feeling the outlines of his thick cock through his shorts, his finger rubbing my clit... I just couldn't concentrate enough to make sense of what was happening on the TV screen.

This was worse than being used by his soft, yet strong hands. I was reliving every moment of it, except for the pleasure part. I needed a distraction. Netflix wasn't good enough. I needed something. Something small to keep me away from my thoughts.

"Could you massage my foot, please?" I asked him. "It hurts from all the running in gym class."

"It's hard to massage you, if I'm not allowed to touch you."

"Alright. You can touch me. Just not there."

"Not where?"

"You know where."

"You have to be specific."

"Not my pussy."

I hated that he made me say it. Said out loud, it made me realize once again that he has not only seen the most intimate part of my body up close, but touched it, running his hand all over it until he made me come.

"Okay," he said. "I won't have my hands near it. Anyway, it was you who asked for it last time."

He was right. I gave him permission. I consented to my own rape. Not this time though. I was smarter this time. My clothes were staying on. I only took off my socks so he could work my feet. The white top and the denim shorts I was wearing remained on, protecting me in case his hands started to wander.

Once I was sock-free, I lay back down on my stomach. He sat down behind me, took my feet, placed them in his lap, and started massaging them with oil. He was really talented at this. It didn't take too long before I could relax myself. Finally, I could focus on the pleasure of a massage while it was anything but sexual. Just an innocent foot rub.

Then, after a few minutes passed, I suddenly felt a hard surface growing in his lap where my feet rested. I could tell he was getting aroused. That pervert was already thinking about the way he will seduce me. And he wanted me to know it. He was so cocky he thought he could manipulate me despite making no efforts to hide his intentions. I was boiling with anger, but I did nothing. As long as he was poking at my feet with his cock and not my face, I was fine with it.

Soon, however, the hardness began to take shape. I could feel his shaft with my feet through the gym shorts he was wearing. To my surprise, it just kept getting bigger. I noticed last time that he had a really thick cock, but I couldn't feel the entire length of it. Now I could. He was hung. I was pretty sure he was bigger than Kyle. Or any other sex partner I had before him.

I started getting unmanageably wet thinking about Mark's size. I realized I wasn't wearing disposable panties this time, but my own. I was hoping my wetness wouldn't soak through my shorts, but I could feel it getting messier in there. I also noticed that, while trying to scan his size with my feet, I unwittingly started moving them around in his lap, stroking his large cock through his shorts. I felt a throb as a wave of blood rushed into his penis.

"Mmm," I let out a moan as he hit a good spot on my sole with his fingers.

"Maybe you should change," he remarked.

Alarmed, I lifted my head and grabbed my crotch area only to notice my shorts had finally given up the battle of absorbing my juices and just let everything through. I sat up and before I could say anything he already went to get the disposable panties.

"I'll keep my promise," he said as he handed me the thong. "No hands near it."

He said in it such a calm and friendly tone that he sounded extremely believable. So I reluctantly went and changed, but this time, leaving my top and my bra on. Just to be safe.

"Lie down on your backside," he said. "I'll massage your legs, too. They must be in real pain."

I nodded and obeyed, even though my legs were fine. I was confident I could handle it. I knew I might get even more aroused, but I thought I could stick it out. I thought I could just make myself come once the massage was over and I was away from Mark. So I let him spread my legs and start massaging them while he was positioned in-between.

He took his time, inching upwards really slowly. Time and time again he would accidently press his bulge against my skin as he shifted positions. At least I could justify them as being accidental. But I would bite down on my lips each time, drawing a small amount of blood after a while.

After minutes of massage, he reached my thighs. I was frequently moaning by now. He inched his way up my inner thighs, getting as close as he could to my pussy without touching it. At this point, I wanted him to touch me there, just so he'd break his promise and finally I could hold him accountable. Finally I could have a reason to end this.

But he didn't make a mistake. Instead, he wanted me to make one. He wanted to make me say it, like last time. To give consent so I couldn't blame him. I hated how cunning he was. He was trying to starve me, just enough that I would allow him to touch me there.

I expected this, so I practiced self-restraint. Neither of us made a move and after a while he suddenly stopped working on my thighs. Instead, he lifted my legs up and pulled me closer to him. Our genitals were now within inches of each other. He lifted my top up to uncover my belly and started applying oil there.

This was more than a leg massage, but as long as he wasn't touching me in inappropriate places, I was gonna let him do it. As he was rubbing oil on my belly, however, the accidental penis touching was now aimed at my crotch instead of my legs. From time to time his penis would brush over my pussy very gently, and each touch would make me moan softly. My mind was getting clouded with pleasure.

"You should take off your bra" he said. "We talked about your regular massage."

In a trance now, I unwittingly nodded without paying attention to the meaning of the words he uttered. A second later he already had a hand under my back to unhook my bra. Then he just lifted it together with my top, making my boobs pop out from their cover. He didn't waste a second and as soon as they were free, he started caressing my tits with his hands.

I wanted to protest, but as his oil covered hands glided all over my boobs, brushing over my fully erect nipples, I could only let out more moans. To worsen things, while he was feeling my breasts up, he now pressed his bulge into my crotch more aggressively. I could feel his throbbing penis rest against my vulva, with each throb sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

My breaths got shorter, my moaning more frequent, as he started playing with my nipples. I realized I was now grinding my pussy up and down his shaft as the two were separated only by a skimpy thong and his gym shorts. I was about to come, just needed a few more grinds. Then he suddenly pulled his dick away and reached for my panties.

I was shaking my head as a sign of protest while making no physical efforts to actually stop him. I even lifted my hips so he could take my thong off, and I raised my legs up in the air so he could remove it completely.

"You said you wouldn't!" I breathed desperately.

"I won't use my hands," he replied and lowered his head into my crotch.

"Ahhhh..." I let out a long moan as I felt his lips make contact with my labia.

At first, he was just kissing my wet pussy like it was a mouth, but that quickly turned into a French kiss once his tongue rolled out. His wet tongue swiftly located my clitoris and started pleasuring it with rapid motions, while his face was buried in my crotch. I grabbed his hair by instinct, but instead of pulling his head away, I pressed it further against my pussy.

I couldn't believe how quickly things got out of control. One second it was just an innocent foot massage, and now he was eating me out. But I didn't have time to make sense of where or why did my plan go awry. My body started trembling. I was having an orgasm. A screaming moan signaled that I reached climax. I came, and with that, my mind was blank.

For several seconds I just lay there on his bed in a post-orgasmic trance, taking deep breaths to calm my body. Meanwhile, he stood up, wiped my juices off his face and approached my head. He stroked my hair kindly, then my face, finally resting his fingers on my mouth. He parted my lips, and started caressing my lower lip with a finger.

"You bit your pretty lips too hard," he said. "We should do something about them, too, don't you think?"

As my head was still clouded by a mist from the pleasure I just experienced, I wasn't trying to make sense of his words, just reluctantly nodded. Then, kneeling next to my head, he started sliding down his gym shorts. It took a second before I spotted his trimmed pubes, followed by the base of his penis, and I expected to see the head pop out any time soon, but his shaft was so long, it took way more time for his shorts to reveal his entire penis.

When the head of his cock finally wriggled out of his shorts, the whole penis, facing downwards up until that moment, just shot up in the air and stood proud like a flagpole. Jesus, he was huge. I was never good at measuring size with my eyes, but that thing must have been around 10 inches. For several seconds, I just looked at it in awe.

As I was recovering from my orgasm, I soon realized what was happening. He took his shorts off and now he was bringing his penis over to my lips. As I opened my mouth to object, he quickly filled the hole with the head of his cock before I could make sound.

I tried to stop the penis from entering my mouth by pushing it out with my tongue. Turns out, tongues are not strong enough to withstand an erect cock being rammed into their home. Instead of pushing it out, what it did was to gently caress it and lubricate to a point it could move around in there with less friction. It just made it easier for the intruder. It also made me taste his pre-cum right away.

My small mouth could barely take more than the head of his giant penis, but he wasn't being forceful in any way, which made me quickly fall into a rhythm as I was now realizing that I unwittingly started moving my lips up and down on the intruder. Instead of being mouthfucked, I was now sucking on his cock. He then grabbed my right hand and placed it on the base of shaft and the well-behaved girl I am, when my hand is placed on a dick I would automatically start jerking it out. It was no longer a forceful entry. I was now an active participant.

I felt his breaths get shorter and the throbs in my mouth get faster, so I upped the tempo, too. A few seconds later, he erupted into my mouth without a word of warning, filling it with his hot semen. It tasted unusually sweet, like he prepared for this with a diet aimed to sweeten his load. It was also a lot. You could tell he didn't masturbate in a while. As it kept coming, I had to swallow to make place for more. A few more throbs and he removed his penis. I took a final gulp to down the rest of his cum.

"Oh my god," I muttered, not knowing what to say.

He just smiled kindly and wiped my lips with his fingers to clean up the rest of the cum that got outside.

Soon, it dawned on me that I just gave a blowjob to this nerd with a face covered in acne and I swallowed his semen which is now part of my body forever. While my boyfriend was at football practice, I sucked off a guy who nobody would touch with a ten-foot pole. I was officially the biggest slut in school.

"Next week, we can try and find another way to make use of this new massaging rod" he interrupted my train of thought while motioning towards his penis that was still enormous even half-erect.

He made it clear. He wanted to fuck me.

***

What followed were the worst couple of days of my life. The shame I felt was unbearable. I crossed a new line. Before, it was just me being pleasured by this nerd. Now I had his penis in my mouth. I gave him a blowjob. I made him cum with the same mouth I use to kiss Kyle.

I could no longer face my boyfriend. The first thing he would do is to grab me by the hips, pull me closer and stuck his tongue down my throat. The thought that I would use the same lips to greet him that were wrapped around another guy's dick a day ago made me want to puke.

When I got home, I brushed my teeth like a dozen times. I rinsed with a mouthwash maybe twice as many times. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wash away the shame.

I had to avoid my boyfriend for the next three days before I could face him. I made up bullshit excuses, missed some classes just so I wouldn't have to see him. When we were finally together, the guilt became so overwhelming, that I could no longer come during sex. Instead I faked it. He always made me come before and I couldn't risk him noticing a change in my behavior.

Days passed and next Tuesday was closer with each second. For a while, the shame from the blowjob occupied my thoughts enough that I wasn't thinking forward. But soon it started dawning on me that Mark's was gonna go further next time. He will try to stick that huge penis of his inside my pussy. I couldn't let that happen.

If I went to his place again, he was gonna take control like he always did. I couldn't give him home advantage. I had to level the playing field. So I suggested we meet at our house instead. His parents were always away, mine were always at home. My dad worked from home as a novelist, my mom was a housewife who managed the household. With them being present, Mark wouldn't be able to do those things to me he usually does. It was the perfect plan.

See, I could never have sex with Kyle there, because my parents were convinced that I was still a virgin and they were trying to keep me that way until I got married. So whenever Kyle would come to our house, my mom would march into my room from time to time with a bullshit excuse, just so she could interrupt anything sinister happening behind closed doors.

So I told Mark we couldn't watch Netflix that time, because I had an exam to study to. He offered me to help and I agreed on the condition that we would study at our house instead of theirs. Then Tuesday came.

"You need anything guys?" my mom asked.

"No, we're fine," I replied. "Thanks, mom."

"Alright then. I won't disturb you more. Just scream if you need anything."

She would always say this, but never kept her promise. I was sure she would be back in 10 minutes with a made up reason.

She closed the door and went downstairs. I was now alone in my room with Mark.

I planned it all. As long as I wouldn't initiate a massage, it couldn't go wrong. We were actually studying this time instead of lying on a bed.

I had a really hard time concentrating though. Math was my most hated subject. It was dry, boring, confusing. Fortunately, Mark was there to help.

As I was sitting at my desk, hunched over a textbook trying to make sense of some random equation, Mark leaned over me, trying to explain the stuff to me while breathing down my neck. It felt hopeless. It was like trying to teach Chinese to a dog. He was relentless though. I could tell it wasn't some con to try and get me naked, he was actually concerned about this stuff. The more he got into explaining the more closer he leaned to the desk, finally placing a hand on my shoulder to keep himself balanced.

I was amazed how smart he was, but I felt like I was a lost cause. I think he noticed my confusion, because he started slowly moving his hand that rested on my shoulder up and down, stroking my back gently to relax me. It somehow worked, I finally figured out how to solve the first equation and he gave me a reassuring smile that I was doing fine. When he wasn't a pervert, he could be a really nice guy.

Then he leaned back and let me do the rest of the math alone to see if I got the basics. Instead of intervening, he placed his other hand on my back and started rubbing my neck with both now. I let out an innocent moan that signaled my approval of the relaxing massage. I started getting into the math and his hands really helped.

I somehow managed to solve the next couple of equations on my own and I was really proud of myself. He then stroked the back of my head as a compliment of my intelligence. It was a weird feeling. All my life I was being complimented on my looks, but never on my accomplishments. It felt different. It felt good. I threw Mark a look of gratitude and he smiled back at me, still stroking my head.

"That's a lot of progress there," he said. "We should take a break now. It's not good to overwork your brain."

Having to use my brain was really tiring, so I let him close the textbook in front of me and return to massaging my back, starting with my shoulders. Things were okay. I had my clothes on and I was sitting on a chair. No way my pussy was gonna get involved. Also, a lot of time passed since we were alone and I was confident my mother would pop in any second to break things up. So I decided I was just gonna enjoy this back massage until then. I earned it after all.

Mark, however, was hitting all the right spots. I let out moans quiet enough to make sure my voice didn't venture outside.

"We should turn the chair around, so the backrest is not in the way," he said.

I obeyed and I was now sitting on it the other way around, hugging the backrest, while he put a second chair behind me and sat down to massage my lower back. As he wandered lower and lower, he soon reached my waistline, and with that, the bottom of my t-shirt. His hands then traveled under my shirt, making contact with my bare skin. I wasn't worried. Any second now my mother's footsteps up the stairway were gonna break up this massage before it went too far.