You Promised Me Geeks

Copyright PennameWombat May 2019

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is my entry for 'Literotica's 2019 Geek Pride Day Story Event!' organized by the wonderful ChloeTzang. I hope this tale properly expresses sufficient geekiness but also exhibits the requisite pride in being a geek. I won't define the term upfront, rather, the words to come will have to carry that burden. Thank you for reading.

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Halloween Prey

"Asha, my dear sweet sister," she heard the soft voice approach, felt a head placed next to hers from behind, "are you still sitting here looking at the girl's hoo-ha?"

"You speak with disrespect in your voice, dearest brother Aron," she spoke softly but continued to look across the yard, "that's not a hoo-ha. That's one of the sweetest twats I've ever seen. I'll faint and fall face up, you shout 'she needs pussy! On her face! Stat!'"

The target of their discussion was a tall, athletic, dark-haired young woman, apparently a freshman in astrophysics at the Uni, one of their co-hosts, just over six feet tall in her extreme heels. Usually an excellent major for what most interested Asha. But not this time.

"You sure she's not really a succubus?" Aron asked, his chin on his sister's shoulder, their pirate hats pushed askew by their contact, his curly milk chocolate brown hair entangled in her flowing crimson locks, mutually long. The two closest of their golden-irised eyes made a single set, the others covered by pirate eye patches, surrounded by blemish-free skin a shade like coffee with a bit too much milk. They were both wearing black topcoats in antique cuts over ivory shirts, Aron's high-necked and ruffled, Asha's snug over her large breasts, deep cleavage exposed behind intricate lacework. They had black breeches tucked into black boots, Asha's knee-high with four-inch heels.

"Her costume is perfect," Asha said slowly, deliberately, "those wings, tail, her eyes, like pools to hell, those horns... I'd break an ankle wearing those six-inch heels. And it's not like she isn't totally fucking aware that every time she moves everyone here can see she has no underwear, that skirt barely covers that lovely ass and she loves to throw it around. And that bustier highlights more than hides!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have worn your underwear, sister, seems the style here."

"Huh," she snorted lightly, "glad I did. Getting damp as it is, don't need to mess these breeches. But it's damn warm tonight, even without what she's doing to me."

"Well, how about her boyfriend, her prey, leather boy," Aron added breathily, "those leather pants are so tight I can see veins. Very, very impressive veins. Not to mention the head. Why don't you take a run at him, you need relief?"

"You trying to get rid of me, brother? Too chicken to look me in the face when you stick the knife in? I go after him without making the proper offerings to the succubus, I'll be dead."

"You could take her...," confidence in his voice.

"I could take her...," the certainty as one predator read another, "to dinner. To a movie. The airport. Otherwise..."

They chuckled.

"Anyway," Aron said in a clear but quiet voice, "they won't do. I mean, you can fudge the virgin thing, but. Her. Him. Um, that wouldn't be fudging."

"There's feeding," she said huskily, "and there's pleasure. I make the right offerings, the things both could do to me, yum, and I don't think I'd be the first one. But just for pleasure."

"There's the angel," Aron said as a pale and curvy redhead most of a head shorter walked into view and stood next to the succubus and her prey, her sunset red hair in contrast to the deeper crimson of her watcher, her white bustier almost a match to the black one of the succubus, two firm and full sets of breasts, matched in size and near-exposure. A pair of white, feathered wings, a not as short white skirt.

"Not a virgin, either," Asha said, "well, technically not. I think her secret agent super spy girlfriend will confirm that. But no underwear although harder to know."

They watched the trio in silence for a moment.

"You promised me geeks," Asha broke the silence, "socially awkward nerdy comp sci people, math students, engineers. Virgins. Not beautiful sexually adept demons and angels fighting over a superfit leather boy, secret agents, master wizards, elven queens, furries, a giant barbarian wielding a hand-forged broadsword. These costumes would make a theatre troupe jealous."

"There's that one over there," Aron nudged their view to a tall but chubby fellow in some sort of greenish cloak and shirt, "the ranger. Alone."

"Almost a virgin, sure. Plenty geeky. But I have my standards. Not so desperate as that, yet."

Aron laughed at that, just loud enough that an attractive black woman in the snug, furry tiger costume glanced, then went back to her conversation. Another disqualification.

"I know, sister," Aron moderated his voice, he stopped as the succubus clipped her leash onto the clip around leather boy's neck and led him toward the front of the house, something about fetching pizzas, "ah, perfectly timed. Does the name Sarah Jane Smith mean anything to you?"

"Uh?" Asha's question.

"I came to get you," he said as he nudged her to rise, most of a head shorter than the solid, already erect brother, "inside. I think you'll be pleased."

They trailed the angel and doleful ranger as they in turn followed the succubus as she pulled her prey along the driveway. The angel just glanced back at them as they left the quartet and stepped into the house through the side door. No one else had seemed to notice them.

Asha followed her brother into the house, stairs up and down and a hallway in front of them, he turned left into what she saw was the kitchen. He gave her the look that said 'play along.' She nodded.

"In the fridge," he said as he opened it, "plenty of soft drinks."

She smiled.

"Ah, thanks," she grabbed a green can, a fizzy lemon-lime confection she had no attraction to but it would function as camouflage. She heard voices through the opening that led to a small dining area. Her brother led her through. She started a bit when she heard a phrase, a magical phrase, in the other room.

"It's related to the Gauss--Bonnet theorem," she heard the soft voice, a young woman. A quiet, math-studying young woman. Asha was suddenly even happier she had underwear on.

Descartes' Theorem on Total Angular Defect

"Have a seat in...," Aron said as he looked back at her and led them into the living room, stopped, turned quickly, "oh, sorry, excuse us."

Three faces looked up at them in sudden silence, two nerdy but otherwise commonplace boys. She filed their faces and musks, in case she felt like a snack in the next few months. The anticipation of the hunt would provide minimal foreplay and the meals would be unsatisfying. All three had plastic cups filled from the kegs outside, only the girl's was near emptied.

"We were just looking for some seats," Aron continued, "but if we're disturbing you..."

"Oh, hey," the darker haired of the two boring boys said, two pairs of glasses, two updos that were inadvertently fashionable for the middle of the eighties, "we're just talking about some tensor math we're doing. Quieter in here."

"We won't make much noise," Asha said as she sat in a padded chair without arms against an outer wall from where she had a good view of the young woman, her facial muscles struggled to maintain a neutral expression. She and Aron spoke quietly, their conversation on auto-pilot. They focused on her accounting and not his biology major to mesh with the numbers focus in the room and used sufficient jargon that any normal human brain, one not already ruined by chartered accountancy, would quickly deactivate its auditory lobes to avoid permanent damage.

They had the additional skill of blending in, even dressed as pirates, until they wanted to be noticed. That explained why the twenty plus throng who had been outside on this unseasonably warm October evening had hardly interacted with the brother-sister pair. Only the succubus seemed to have noticed them, complimented them on their costumes and directed them to the kegs. The couple of extra long flashes she'd given Asha convinced her the mutually-pleasurable evening her brother had implied could be in her future. That was for another time now.

Asha's senses were fully engaged with the young trio opposite her and Aron. The young woman and one of the boys were on the couch, the other boy in a chair he'd moved to sit close and face them. She wasn't sure what costumes, if anything, the blue jeans and sweaters of the boys were meant to be.

But the girl.

Sure enough, 'Riemann surface,' 'Euler characteristics,' and 'orientable compact surfaces' returned to their conversation. The girl was certainly shy, when she made a direct math point, her gaze was firm. At all other times, any other subject or phrase, her eyes were averted, darted. The girl's manner increased the discomfort in Asha's crotch, she felt the tingle as her panties absorbed the moisture pushed out and smeared across her vulva.

Sarah Jane Smith. Asha smiled. She'd heard one of the boys address the girl as Tracy, so it was, indeed, a costume. Brown hair, thick, just the hint of a wave, to and just over her shoulders. Bangs, parted in the middle to join as waves each side of her forehead. Light, but not pale, skin, a cute round face, hardly anyone would look twice at her. No doubt her base physical features played into her choice of the ultimately geeky costume.

High waisted blue jeans, tucked into mid-shin high boots with low heels. A short-sleeved buttoned shirt, mostly blue with pale red tartan squares on it, a halter top blue vest over the shirt that nicely highlighted her small bust. Five-two, five-three at the most, under Asha's five-five, but thin, so many fewer curves than the shapely pirate. Pale red lips, not a trace of makeup, the odd small acne scar.

Fortunately it was just her. No mechanical dog rolled alongside her. And no partner in her travels. Good. He would totally screw things up.

And Asha had what she needed to use the girl's seeming obsession to reel her in.

The math conversation continued, Asha took in the aroma of the trio in turn, the predator in her zeroed in on the one, her prey. It was vital to not show one's fangs too early, she needed a strategy to cleave her prey from the herd, to let her relax and realise only too late that she'd lost the protection of numbers.

For a moment her mask couldn't contain her smile. This one was too enticing, too rich with promise, too perfect to her needs and base desires, that it couldn't be fast. She needed a two part strategy. She needed tonight to talk kindly, to make jokes, to make a date. Lunch in the student union building. Normal, normal. To build. To an ultimate surprise so sudden, so sharp, so satisfying, she might not need to feed again for months. For a year.

She could do this. In these fallen days prey such as this Tracy were not so easy to find, why this Uni and its surrounding Valley with its social strictures had attracted them. This prey's attraction, though, was in her essence, not imposed by censorious authority, blind obedience made for insubstantial meals. She must not waste this chance. Then the edges of her mouth twitched upward again. Now she just needed the opening.

What's on TV?

Asha anticipated the movement, perfectly. As she knew she would. She knew the phrase 'bathroom' was coming and she kicked her conversation with Aron off of auto and in near-perfect unison with Tracy, Sarah, whichever she preferred, said 'I need the bathroom.'

Asha's smile went as abashed as she could make it as she and the girl caught eyes. Asha stood first. Pawn to king four.

"It's this way," she said as she took three slow steps to the girl, who finally stood, looked down, glanced up, "come with me. You can go first."

More attendees had arrived outside, Aron stood as well.

"Going to step outside, meet you back here, Sis?" Asha nodded, Tracy seemed to relax by a degree. The two boys looked at the pirate's impressive chest, she made sure they had a view without making it obvious to Tracy, left them silent.

"So, Sarah," Asha said after two steps together, "where's K-9 tonight?"

The girl stopped, jitter-stepped, her mouth gaped, she looked at Asha. Her smile was so sweet, so innocent, another wave of pressure in Asha's crotch.

"You're the first one... the only one, here," she said, her voice steady, then she just shook her head and smiled.

"C'mon," Asha said, put her hand on the girl's forearm, almost shivered, "you're in math at the Uni? Well, I mean, when you aren't travelling the galaxy?"

"Yup, junior," she said, beamed happily, looked down, "you're accounting? I heard a bit. You don't look like an accountant!"

"It's math for lame people," Asha said, Tracy laughed, "I love numbers, but too lame to do math. Besides, I plan to get rich keeping books for mobsters."

The girl was even cuter with her mouth a shocked 'O,' then Asha's tilted head and crinkly eye convinced her it was probably a joke. She pushed the bathroom door open, it was empty, Asha motioned the young woman in. Tracy mouthed thanks and pushed the door closed behind her.

Asha heard a quick step, turned, saw Aron approach.

"We should," he said, urgently but quietly, "make ourselves scarce."

"You look like you've seen a ghost. Mom or dad drop by?"

"If only. Remember that big barbarian out there? With the sword? Hanging with the succubus and leather boy?"

Asha nodded.

"His girlfriend showed up. Pale, green eyed. Tall. No ghost."

"Down HERE? Why?" surprise in her voice as she exhaled, "Coming inside?"

"Not for the moment."

"Sigh. Ok, got a plan. Soon as she's..."

The door opened.

"Your turn," Tracy said, her smile still broad, her eyes crinkled slightly before Asha got her face back into a soft, happy expression.

"My brother gave me an idea," Asha said with cheer, "you and your friends committed to staying here?"

Tracy's expression was a question, but she shrugged.

"Not really," she said, her eyes looked in the direction of the living room, "we don't know anyone. Friend of a friend invited us. Those costumes out there, like devil girl, intimidating! And she's kind of scary looking. You two are good pirates."

"Well, she really IS a demon, you know. But thanks, I'm Asha, this is my brother Aron," the female pirate said, paused two heartbeats as Sarah's expressions morphed into slight confusion, "have you seen EVERY episode?"

Tracy's brow furrowed for an instant, then cleared. She understood.

"No, hard to get them here."

"We have all of 'em. On tapes. Interested? Get your two friends, c'mon over. We'll swing by Crown Burgers on the way, my lame ass brother," Asha poked a finger at him, "will buy. He can chauffeur too, take you all home after."

Lame ass sniffed but didn't object.

"My...," the young woman worked it out, grinned, darkened, brightened, made a decision, "sure. They'll come if I tell them to. I'm Tracy."

"I'll call you Sarah, tonight," Asha waved her hand to let the happy Tracy, Sarah, lead them into the living room.

Invitation made the two guys shrugged, stood, tried not to be caught as they stared at Asha's chest. First cut of the herd.

"Anyone need to say goodbye?" Asha asked, more shrugs, slight head shakes.

"Ok, our car's up in the parking lot at the corner, by that park. We'll head out," Asha said, led them, Aron looked back as he trailed them out the front door, everyone else still outside. He pulled the door closed behind them and they hit the sidewalk and turned right for the short walk to their car.

The Binge

Asha put one hand on each of the naked young woman's cheeks and pulled her up, held her head and slid her tongue along those thin, pale red lips, then pressed between them to convince her to open her mouth as their lips met. Once the lips were apart she used one hand to caress the girl's tiny right breast, it's small, pink nipple perfect and erect. Then she found the girl's sweaty arm and followed it until she had the hand at the end of the arm, directed it to her own much larger and rounder left tit, its nipple tingled as she taught the fingers how she wanted it tweaked and pulled.

The naked, curvy, recent pirate broke the kiss, looked at the girl's sweet, round face, her hair matted in spots.

"Did you smell it down there?" Asha's husky, whispered question.

"Ye..., uh, yeah," the halting answer, her brown eyes, teeth nibbled on her lower lip.

"I bet it doesn't smell as nice as yours did," Asha kissed and licked the girl's neck, "did you like me eating you?"

"Never knew it could be like that...," her voice steadier, memory pushing her.

Asha put her fingertips under her chin to lift the girl's head.

"Your hands are perfect," Asha said, "will you do something for me now?"

The confused expression was perfect. She had no clue what was coming. Asha directed the hand down her body as she shifted, opened her legs wide, she pulled the paired fingers from the bottom of her gushing slit to the top.

"Your button's lots bigger than mine," the girl said slowly as Asha directed their fingers to stroke and caress it.

"But yours is plenty sensitive, sweet girl, don't worry about that."

Asha kissed the girl's mouth, then worked across her left cheek and onto her neck, her target raised her head to enable access. She moved the girl's hand down and put their joined fingers at the opening of her very hot and wet womanly opening.

"Ready? I need you to do something for me..."

"Uh huh, what?"

She guided two of the girl's fingers into her opening. She put her lips to the girl's ear.

"Put these two fingers in...," she whispered, her voice deep and rough, "then two more, then make a point and put your whole hand in me. Will you do that for me?"

The girl's head popped back, her mouth open, Asha held her hand unmoving. Then she nudged the hand forward as she used her other hand to pull the head back to kiss the ear, cheek, mouth. After a moment her resistance lessened and Asha formed the girl's hand into the desired vee and pushed it, gooey juice squelched out as the petite hand went in. Asha's breath went ragged.

"Oh, fuck, sweet girl, make a fist," Asha moaned as the girl tried to obey, "move, just a little, ahh, oh, shit... push up... up... fuck! There!"

Her head back, her eyes closed, Asha panted and moaned as the fist buried inside of her found her most sensitive spots. She held the wrist and guided the arm in the roughly circular motion she wanted.

"Ahh, fuck, ahh... yes... Tracy... oh fuck...," Asha's voice devolved into wordless sound and the girl moaned as Asha's muscles squeezed the hand and wrist with unexpected strength. How she still had cum she couldn't think but more gushed along the girl's pale arm as Asha's thighs jerked. Finally she gripped the wrist hard with her hand and used the other to pull the thin, petite body against hers.

She went still and silent, breath heavy, eyes closed as she leaned back against sweat-soaked pillows.

"I am NOT washing your sheets this week," a familiar voice, male, disapproving, "you dirty bitch. Fuck, is that a baseball bat up your slit?"