Nerdvana Part One

Hey gang. I’m back!!! Did y’all miss me? Sorry I haven’t written anything in months. Just really had nothing to tell that wasn’t “vanilla”. I mean come on, anyone can screw. How mundane is that to read? But never fear, I do have a new story to share. Before I get to it, I want to thank those fans who wrote to me. Keep your comments coming. I love to hear your stories. Since it has been a while, I added a bit more sexual fare than my previous stories. I wanted to make it up to some of y’all who ask when will I submit something again. Sorry it may be a little wordy, but as usual it’s the whole truth of events.

OK, are you ready?? Let’s begin

For those who don’t know me, I’m a nerd. Not the classic horned rim glasses and pocket protector sort. I’m a sci-fi, horror, gaming nerd. So recently I had the chance to visit the New York Comic Con. Lots and lots of fanfare, cos play and meet and greets. Before you ask, NO I did not sleep with a celebrity or anyone of importance. I did get laid and I’m getting to that so easy there guys. Don’t pop just yet. Now one of my favorite past times are MMOs. For the uninitiated, that’s short hand for massively multiplayer online role play game. I’m sure some of the readers know Warcraft. Well the game I’m addicted to isn’t that one. I will say it’s a beloved franchise, with a recent resurgence. Ya know the one that has *cough* laser swords *cough*.  Anyways, I love that game and I got a chance to do a meet and greet with the developers at a bar *cough* cantina *cough*.

Upon arriving, I couldn’t believe the turn out. I felt like I was going to get trampled. Being a whopping five foot tall, I learned to duck and weave flailing arms. So this was easy. Dodge left, shuffle right, push push push. I made it in and actually could see the panel’s table. Yaaay me. I was proud of my accomplishment. Slipping over to the bar, I ordered a drink then found a place to relax until the panel started. Slowly, my friends I had made through the years from the game trickled in. First time we had ever met in person. Yes guys, they look like normal people. No extra limbs, or hideous growths. Regular folks coming together for their love of dark versus light. Over the P.A. system we were asked to direct our attentions to the table, as the creators strolled in one by one. Disinterested in the onstage antics as they high fived each other and what not, I scanned the room watching people. That’s when I saw him. He was adorable!

This guy looked out of place in this social session. I couldn’t help but think he probably lived in his mom’s basement. The quintessential mama’s boy. I quit focusing on he questions being tossed, nor the responses. My sights were on him. With a full beard, tall and real husky, I was in my own galactic universe. His posture, shyness, the way he nursed his drink, all suggested he needed a loving hug. I excused myself from my friends, and tip toed over close to him. After the panel ended, and people were talking among themselves, I made my move. Approaching my soon to be new friend, I commented on his shirt. He wore a t-shirt with the logo of one of the clans in the game. It was unique enough to be called out on. We tossed out the idle comments, complaints about what we just heard, the usual pleasantries. I offered to buy him another drink, which he accepted.

We sat there, and got to know each other. Talked about the game for the most part. As we talked, I began to think this wasn’t going anywhere. Our common bond seemed to be on the game, science fiction stuff and not much more. He was definitely shy, painfully shy. Then out of the blue he asked, “so you’re married huh”? My response was a simple “Yep”. He returned the volley with,”Pity, not many good looking women attend these conventions”. My brain started to work in overtime. Finally signs of a male emerging from him. I coyly grinned, took a sip of my drink, looked him dead in the eye and told him, “Look, everyone is beautiful in their own way. Look around buster. All these pretty people here, you just have to open your eyes and see. Beauty, is not what the media tells us it is. It’s what we perceive. It’s our interpretation. I believe you are the most attractive man in here. So there”. That shut him up real fast. He sat there in silence, looked around the room digesting what I just said. Figuring I just blew any chance I had with my curtness, I excused myself and went to the ladies room.

I came out to see he was right where I left him. I stopped off where my friends were sitting telling them I’d be back over. Made an excuse that I was matching wits with that guy. It was sorta true. Bopping back through the crowd, I hopped back on my perch. Under his protest, I ordered a round of Manhattans. Since I was in New York, why not have a drink with the namesake. I begged him, one last drink, and he relented. I had a plan that I wanted to see what would happen. Drinks arrived we sipped, chatted and not much more. As he was telling me about his life, I took the cherry from my glass. Intentionally and seductively I put it between my lips. Told you folks, I had a plan. Slowly sucking on the cherry, he stopped his conversation and became quite intrigued with what I was doing. I told him, go on tell me more, as the cherry jostled from one side of my mouth to the other. Purposely using my tongue to push it against my cheek. You know the look, think about it guys. So he carries on with his story, I devour the cherry. As he is wrapping up his tale, I pull the stem out of my mouth with 2 knots in it. He was taken aback. He had never seen anyone tie a cherry stem with their mouth. I told him it was an old party trick I used to do. It’s been ages. The hook was set.

I think at that moment he finally noticed me. So I took it one step further. Feigning interest in what he had to tell me, I grabbed an ice cube from my glass, and put it to my lips. Licking all the liquor off of it, I sucked it deep in my mouth. Showing off all my tawdry oral skills.  That cube just slid to and fro,front to back. Occasionally slipping past my lips to let him know it was still there. Between the combination of my party trick and the alcohol, he became a bit bolder. He complimented my eyes, and other assets of my body. Off handed compliments, nothing lewd or deal breaking. I let him know he was a real cutie pie. Guys, if I tell you that you are a cutie pie, that’s a good thing. Hot, sexy and those platitudes are so diluted to me. Tossed around so much they hold no meaning. So like with you folks, I had to explain my terminology to him. Cutie pie is the tippy top, there is nothing higher than that. That helped his ego and confidence. Which I was happy to find out because, I was thinking this was going no where. We decided to leave the bar. I made my way to the exit like I was escaping prison. I didn’t want my pals trying to tag along. He followed like a puppy. More ducking and weaving but we made our exit.

We stood outside for a while basking in the New York night air.  Idle chat lead us to deciding to do something since it was still relatively early. I knew what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go, but didn’t want to jinx this. I let him be the man and plan something. He asked where I was staying, luckily it wasn’t far. I told him the hotel and where it was located. My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts, and not just naughty ones either. Would I actually find my way back? What may happen to us on the way?  I took the chance, and decided to throw caution to the wind. We strolled back to my hotel, walking and talking. Rounding one corner after another finally getting close to our destination. Pointing down the street, I let him know that’s where I was staying. At that point, he took my hand, spun me around, pressed himself against me pushing me back against a wall. Pinning my hands above my head, he laid on one of the most passionate kisses I had in months. And being married, that’s a sad story of my home life. I returned the kiss with a fervor only a woman in need could muster. My arms fell around his neck as out mouths locked. WOW what a kiss!! With a quicken pace, hand in hand, we trotted to the hotel.

Can an elevator move so slow I thought as we waited for the carriage to come down. Going back up seemed like an eternity. Watching the numbers light up one by one with anticipation to floor 15. “My floor” I exclaimed as I fumbled for my room key. Just as I grasped the card to open my door, he swiped it from my hand. Putting it behind his back, he attempted at a piss poor job of the game keep away. I just pushed myself into him, pushing him back against the wall. Tilting up my mouth lunged for his earlobe. Nibbling and biting at his ear, with a little tongue thrown in good measure. He relented and gave me my key card and a swat on the butt.

In my room, our kissing and petting resumed. We pretty much devoured each other right in the room’s entry. After breaking off the kiss, I asked him to get some ice as I raided the mini bar. While he was gone, I peeled off my bra and tossed it into my suitcase. Still waiting on his return, I decided to slip my panties off. I heard him beating on the door as I stumbled to the entry putting my jeans back on. I let him back in asking him to get my laptop out of my bag as I made our drinks. We sat down, I fired up my computer and we logged into the game just to show one another what we have accomplished. When it was his turn, I pretended to need a better view so I stood up behind him. As he was showing me his characters, I lifted my top and casually laid my breasts on his neck. It took him a while to realize what I was doing. He quickly logged out and turned around to become face to face with my double D’s.