Confession Of A Nerdoholic

by Savannah Blevins

“No, no.” I grinned, shaking my finger at him. I ran my finger down my neck, spreading the icing down to my collarbone. “Come and get it.”

  Within seconds, his tongue was on my skin and I gasped. I hadn’t expected him to react so quickly. My hand flew behind me for support, but I fell into the bookshelf with a loud thud. I suddenly became wary that someone might hear, but then I remembered Screamer Gonzales, AKA Ava “The Banshee” Morrison, had taught many a lesson in this corner.

  His hands grasped my bottom, holding me in place, and I let out a little yelp of my own. He moaned as he licked against the icing, following the trail downward. His tongue snuck underneath the edge of my shirt, and he growled.

  “This shirt,” he said, keeping his voice steady, “is in my way.”

  This shirt could afford to be lost in the mountainous piles of melodramatic ramblings. Strippity-doo-da and the shirt was gone.

  Dang, did he have fast hands. His fingers ran down the stretch of black lace along my bra as his lips devoured that mind numbing little spot between my shoulder and neck. “You taste…so good.”

  I thoroughly enjoyed being Oliver’s little tasty treat, but my own hunger needed to be tamed. I unlocked my legs, dropping to the floor. I pulled Oliver down with me. I shoved his shoulders up against the back of the shelf, ripping apart the buttons of his flannel shirt one by one.

  This little button went to the library.

  Snap.

  This little button stayed home.

  Snap.

  This little button had cupcakes.

  Snap.

  This little button had none.

  I snatched his shirt open, moaning to myself as my hands ran down his bare chest. Now there was only one button left that I cared about. My hand dropped down to his jeans.

  This little button cried “this is happening now” all…

  Zip.

  The way.

  Zip.

  Home.

  Red cotton briefs stared up at me. Inches stood between my fingers and the road to glory. I pulled his pants apart, panting with excitement.

  A strong hand caught my shoulder, and I raised my gaze to Oliver, who looked like he was about to have a panic attack. “You sure about this?”

  “You promised me an anatomy lesson.” I ran my finger along the line of his boxers, eliciting sharp, curt breaths. “Are you backing out on me?”

  He watched my hand trace around the edge, and he finally shook his head.

  “Good.”

  He raised his gaze to me, his entire body frozen in place. My fingers dipped below the edge of the fabric as he watched, motionless. “So, what lesson shall we start with?”

  A low rumbling built in his chest. I touched his lips. “Hmm, this one, maybe?”

  He shook his head.

  I moved lower to his neck. “This one?”

  I grazed his collarbone, adding pressure. “No.”

  “Then show me.”

  He pulled my lips to him. His kiss was more urgent this time. Desperate, almost. Daring and unspeakable things started coming to my mind. Things even Sloan wouldn’t do in the poetry section.

  “Elle?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’ve got your first assignment ready.”

  I pulled back slightly to see his tortured face. “Oh, really?”

  A dark, lust-filled smirk spread across his lips as he pushed his glasses up. “I’ll even give you extra credit if you don’t make me explain the instructions.”

  I laughed, lowering my lips back to him. “I think I can handle that.”

  I pulled his pants down and noticed his eyes glancing behind us. “No one will hear us,” I assured him, not bothering to take my attention off the task at hand.

  “Just nervous. I’ve never done this.” He took a quick breath. “I mean…not in a library.”

  “Me either.” I smiled up at him. “Let me take your mind off it.”

  I gripped the cotton and jerked. Hard. It felt so good. It was like ripping open a Christmas present, but better. This present I would never get tired of, though.

  His entire body stiffened and his mouth opened, but no words or air came out. I knew how he felt. Dazed. I couldn’t believe it either. I had Oliver…naked…in the library.

  I crawled on top of him, kissing him into submission. Oliver started mumbling in a language I didn’t understand. It wasn’t until his fourth time through this process I caught on to exactly what he said.

  “Bromine, mercury, hydrogen, helium.”

  He recited the periodic table, except he wasn’t doing it backward. Instead, he was doing it by elemental category—liquids, gases, and solids. That was the last freaking straw. This nerd was mine.

  I stepped back long enough to slip my panties off underneath my dress, and he started reciting louder. “Nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine.” I threw them at his face. “Ne—on.”

  I moved back down to him, smiling to find my red lipstick smeared across his lips. I planned to kiss him again, but not there.

  “Holy shit.” His hands found my hair as my lips found him. After that, it was only a matter of time. Well, more like a matter of seconds. Normally, I would giggle at his quick reaction, but the poetry section tended to have that kind of effect of guys. Oliver hadn’t stood a chance.

  His body trembled, and I felt his fingers tracing the line of my back. He mumbled something I couldn’t understand again, but he smiled, so I knew it was fine. He sat up, panting with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

  I smirked at him. “Do I pass?”

  “I think you just took my job.” He ran his fingers through his hair and took in a deep breath.

  “Then maybe I’ll give you homework next time.” I would teach him control. He’d be my little gifted experiment. “And in case you have any questions, Mr. Edwards.”

  I had planned this part out ahead of time. Sloan was not about to outdo me. I reached over and pulled the Sharpie out of my backpack. Then I jerked his hip around. I scribbled my number across his glorious gluteus maximus. Of course, that would be the body part I remembered.

  “Next time?” He looked down, trying to watch me as I applied my phone number to his skin. “Not next time.”

  Now it was my turn to be confused. He pulled his pants up, but didn’t bother to fasten them. Instead he pulled me to him and rolled me over. “I was thinking more like right now.”

  My breath shook along with my vagina. Right now? Like, right freaking now? He started running kisses down my chest while I busied myself tangling my fingers in his hair. It wasn’t like I could make it any messier than it already was. He hovered around the hem of my bra, nipping at the lace and driving me freaking insane. Right now was definitely a good time.

  A loud knock echoed on the other side of the shelf, then a burst of giggles rang out, followed by a heavy slap against bare skin. “Ava. Hush.”

  Oliver’s gaze immediately flashed up to mine, and he panicked. That would have been the completely normal reaction if I hadn’t known exactly who our intruders were. He quickly zipped up his pants and grabbed his shirt. “Elle. Someone is here!”

  “Yes, and they are about to get their asses kicked.” I stood and straightened my skirt. “Ava. Sloan. Get on this side of this bookshelf right now.”

  Oliver handed me my shirt as my two best friends slowly peeked their heads around the corner, looking guilty as hell. Sloan’s face was contorted into a complete grimace. “Sorry. We were trying to be quiet.”

  “Sloan.” My teeth were locked together as my frustration leaked out.

  Oliver looked between us. “Oh, wow. These are your friends.”

  I slid my shirt on and nodded. “My stupid, nosy friends who don’t know how to mind their own business.”

  Ava threw on her pageant smile. “Yes, and you must be Oliver.”

  His cheeks flushed and he held out his hand. “Uh, yeah, I’m Oliver Edwards. Nice to meet you both.”

  Ava started to grab his hand, but Sloan caught her and pulled it back.
“Don’t touch that. We don’t know exactly where it’s been,” she said, examining his fingers. “We could only hear over there. We couldn’t see anything.”

  Oliver looked at his outstretched hand, confused.

  I glared at her, and you could almost see the evil twinkle in her eyes. It simply screamed “Payback.” Hadn’t she paid me back enough with that stupid little poem she wrote? Oliver’s face went white. “Oh no, what time is it?”

  Sloan glanced down at her watch. “Eleven thirty.”

  “Shit, I’m going to be late for class.” He whipped himself around to me and buttoned up his shirt.

  He strategically turned so only I could see his face. “Can we umm…finish this later?”

  I smiled, running my hand over his ass. “Call me. You’ve got my number.”

  He bit back a smile. “Is that what you wrote?”

  I nodded, and he closed his eyes, grinning. “Talk to you soon, then.” He turned, gathered up his cupcakes, and gave the girls a wave goodbye. Of course he didn’t forget the cupcakes.

  I waited until he was out of hearing distance before I turned my wrath on them. “What the hell?”

  “Sorry,” they squeaked in unison.

  Sloan clasped her hands as if begging. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  I smacked Ava’s hand as she reached for a cookie. “Don’t you dare. You think you get an Oliver cookie after that?”

  She pouted. “Fine. Will you at least still come to the baseball game tomorrow?”

  I grabbed my cookies and stuffed one in my mouth. “Yes. You are both buying me hot chocolate and popcorn or anything else I want. Maybe for the next year, but definitely tomorrow.”

  I stomped off to go find my books and attempt to go to class. I glanced down at my poor deprived vagina. It was times like these I was glad I was female. At least the whole world couldn’t see its disappointment.

  Chapter Fifteen

  RAIN

  I held my anatomy quiz out in front of me, grinning at the red ninety-three on the top. I didn’t just pass the quiz, I passed it with an A! Unfortunately for me, quizzes weren’t worth as much as the midterm exam, so I needed a lot of A quizzes to bring my grade back up to an acceptable range, plus an awesome final exam grade. Tonight was a small step in the right direction, though.

  I sat on the concrete steps leading out of the science building and smiled down at the paper. This bad boy was going on my fridge. A streak of lightning flashed across the sky, and I didn’t even care. Let it rain. Let a monsoon unleash its fury on me. I wouldn’t care. Not right now. Nothing could take away the pleasure and satisfaction of this small accomplishment. A couple drops of rain sprinkled on my head, and I frowned up at the dark night sky. Thunder rumbled back at me.

  I reluctantly pulled myself up to start the seven-block walk to my apartment, when the sprinkle turned into an outright spring rainstorm. I pulled my jacket off and held it over my head. I ran all the way across campus, splashing through puddles. My shoes were soaked, and the wind blew the rain underneath my jacket. I found sanctuary under the ledge leading into the student services building. I threw my jacket on the ground and wiggled water off myself like a wet dog. The thunder continued to rumble above my head, and another flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

  Maybe I was wrong about the monsoon. It might deter my good mood a little bit at this point.

  I got my phone out to check the weather, hoping this would only be a short storm and I could impatiently wait it out before going home. I clicked my phone on only to realize I’d missed another call from my dad. I should probably call and at least leave a message with his secretary tomorrow. Maybe it would get him off my back for a few days.

  The weather report said my wait would be at least an hour. That totally killed my mood. I couldn’t stand around and wait an hour for the rain to let up. I clicked my cell screen off, prepared to face the storm head on. Then the screen lit up again and my familiar 90s pop ring tone blared out. I almost ignored it, thinking it was only my dad again. I didn’t recognize the number, though, or the location. Who did I know from Augustus, Maine?

  I let it go to voicemail, convincing myself it was probably a wrong number. Just as I was about to stuff it into my backpack, the screen lit up with a text from the same number.

  Unknown: Hey. It’s Oliver. Just checking on the verdict of your quiz. Good? Bad? Eat an entire tub of rocky road ugly? Let me know how it went.

  I smiled.

  Oliver was thinking about me. It must be all the sugar I fed him. He was too sweet.

  I called him back as I attempted to tame the mass of wet hair that fell into my eyes. He picked up on the first ring. “Eloise?”

  That voice. My good mood was instantly restored. I smiled against the screen of my phone. “I made an A.”

  Oliver sighed deeply on the other end. “That’s great.”

  “I appreciate the rocky road suggestion, though. If I end up failing the class, I’ll take you up on that.”

  “You’re not going to fail. I won’t let you.”

  I thought about admitting everything that was on the line, but I didn’t want to think about it. “I appreciate that. It at least gives me hope.”

  “We should celebrate,” he said, and I could picture his sweet smile. “Where are you?”

  “I’m stuck underneath the overhang at the student services building.”

  He paused. “What do you mean stuck?”

  “Do you not hear the storm?” I held the phone out so he could hear the thunder. “I have to walk seven blocks in this mess.”

  “No, don’t do that. Stay there. I’ll come get you.”

  “You don’t have to do that—”

  “It’s not a problem. I just got out of class too. I’m only a couple buildings away.”

  I turned around to the large window of the building and frantically started trying to straighten out my wet dress and comb through my crazy hair.

  “Stay put,” he said. “I’ll see you in a minute.”

  I put my phone back in backpack and scowled at my reflection in the glass. My hair looked like something from the walk of shame hall of fame, but it was too late to worry about it. Oliver walked toward me in the distance. I could see him because of the street lamp down the sidewalk. He held a giant umbrella and smiled like he knew it. He gave it a slight twirl, causing the rain to pelt off it in all directions. He stood beneath it, perfectly dry and smug.

  I smiled sweetly at him. “My hero.”

  He eyed my soaked state and frowned a little. “I think I might be a little late for that.”

  As he stepped closer, I noticed something different about his umbrella. In the dim light it took me a moment to realize what looked different about it. I picked up my bag, still staring at it. “Your umbrella,” I said, pointing at it. “Is it also a lightsaber?”

  Oliver grinned. “Noticed that, huh?”

  He took his finger and flipped a switch at the chrome metal base of the handle, and the shaft of the umbrella lit up a perfect Luke Skywalker blue. “It makes a nice flashlight.”

  I laughed. Oliver was nerd utopia. “That is awesome.”

  “Really? Is that why you’re laughing?”

  I tried to hide my smile with my hand. “I’m not making fun of you. It’s just—here you are, standing in front of me with your cute little glasses and sexy bed hair, holding your Star Wars umbrella while offering to walk me seven blocks to my apartment to keep me out of the rain. I’m scared I’ve finally lost it and my brain has completely made you up.”

  Oliver held out his hand. “I’m real, Eloise. I promise.”

  I threw my backpack across my shoulders and ran to him. I took his hand, and he pulled me into his side. I poked him in the chest. “I’m still debating it.”

  He held me close to his side, keeping me under the safety of the nylon as we ventured down the sidewalk. “My apartment is that way,” I said, pointing toward the north end of campus. “I live in the apartments down pas
t Sugar Cube.”

  “I’m familiar with the area. Is it the white ones on the corner or the brick apartments with the calico cat that always sits out front?”

  “The brick ones and the cat…his name is Peter Pan.”

  Oliver cocked his head. “I always thought he was a stray.”

  “He is, but even strays deserve a name. He frequents the alley behind Sugar Cube. I sneak him scraps on my breaks.”

  “Do you feed all the stray, starving souls in the city, or just me and Peter Pan?”

  “Just the two of you so far.”

  He knocked his hip into mine. “Good. I was about to get jealous.”

  As we made our way off campus, the rain didn’t let up, which was fine by me. I enjoyed the close confines of the umbrella. His fingers never left my hip. I could feel each individual one of them pressing against the fabric. Oliver peered down at me. “I’m glad to hear about your grade. Would it be too presumptuous to say we make our study dates a weekly thing?”

  “The study sessions or the trip to the poetry section?”

  Oliver looked out at the rain in front of us and grinned. “Both?”

  Euphoria consumed me at the thought. “I think that would be a perfectly appropriate amount of presumptuousness.”

  “Good, because I already added it to my to-do list.”

  We hurried across the street before the crosswalk could stop us. My foot landed in a puddle that turned out to be a lot deeper than it looked. Water splashed up my dress and I squealed. Once we made it to the other side of the street, I stopped and danced around a little. That was really cold. Oliver laughed behind me. “I bet you’re really missing your underwear right about now.”

  I shot a glare over my shoulder at him. I thought I was the only one who knew I’d forgotten to pick up my panties off the library floor after Sloan and Ava interrupted us. Apparently, Oliver had noticed too. I’d never gone commando before, and it had been awkwardly annoying all day. If felt like everyone knew, even if they had no way of knowing. “Yes, underwear would have been nice right now. I suspect those are lost forever.”

  “Well…actually…” Oliver held his umbrella with one hand and used the other to pull a pair of pink, all too familiar undies out of his front pocket.