The Submissive Nerd Girl

by JJ Argus

  I wasn't the only person who was tired, clearly. In my first class there was a beautiful redhead sitting next to me with her head down on her arms for half the class.

  The professor noticed, too. He continued to talk as he wandered up the aisle, climbing the stairs and then coming down along the desk in front of her. I knew her name from the cardboard plate at the front of her desk. It said Miranda Donnelly.

  “I hope I'm not speaking too loudly. I wouldn't want to wake Ms. Donnelly since she clearly needs her rest,” he said.

  The redhead didn't move, though everyone in the class snickered and laughed.

  “Ms. Sherman, if you would gently waken Ms. Donnelly please,” he said to me.

  I grinned and tapped at her shoulder several times, then tapped harder, and she stirred, then slowly woke up, raising her head and looking sleepily around.

  “Welcome back, Ms. Donnelly. Now could you please tell us all about three constants of physics?” he asked sweetly.

  She sat up fully and looked around as the class laughed, then yawned again, apparently totally unphased.

  “Uhm, the speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second,” she said in what sounded like an English accent. “Standard gravity is 9.80665 meters per second. And standard atmosphere is 101,325 pa,” she replied tiredly.

  “Very good, Ms. Donnelly. Now do you think you can stay awake for the class or would you like to go lie down somewhere?”

  “I think I can make it, yeahr,” she said, brushing her hair back from her face.

  He snorted and walked back along the aisle then down to the main floor.

  “Wow, nice job,” I said admiringly.

  “Aw, I had a bitch of a science teacher in high school used to hit us with questions like that all the time,” she said.

  She wasn't English, I realized now, but Australian. She was short and slim and had very long, beautiful red hair, bright green eyes and a slightly freckled face with a snub nose and full lips.

  “I'm Rin,” I said.

  “That's Japanese in't it? You don't look Japanese”

  “My mother liked the name,” I said. “Have a hard night?”

  “I hate the heat,” she said. “And this bloody place doesn't bloody have any air.”

  “Yeah, I agree. I had the same problem. You're from Australia, aren't you?”

  “Don't start,” she said, then yawned again. “People think cuz I'm an Aussie I should be able to take the heat. But they have air everywhere in Australia. And I keep the hell out of the bloody sun because if I don't I'm one big freckle. Australia is no bloody fun for redheads.”

  “I imagine not,” I said with a smile.

  Lunch was after class so we went together.

  “Call me Mandy,” she said. “Randy Mandy, some of my friends call me.”

  “Why do they call you that?” I asked curiously.

  “Because some bitch in junior high said redheads were known for their high sex drive, and taunted me about it, and her friends joined in and well, it wasn't totally off base. Although to be honest I can't really compare. I mean, who's to see how strong someone's sex drive is compared to someone else?”

  I was taken aback by the conversation. She seemed to be as shameless as Taylor!

  “I... wouldn't know,” I said.

  “I mean, you could only compare behavior, not the actual strength of it, and behavior would be affected by a lot of things, like religion and judgment and taste and inhibitions, not to mention whether you were actually in a position to get sex, if you know what I mean.”

  “You really should meet my roommate,” I said. “I think you two are long lost twins.”

  “She a redhead too?”

  “No, a blonde, but she's as casual and blunt about stuff like that as you are.”

  “Well anyone who's like me has to be pretty interesting,” she said with a grin. “Anyway, you're lucky. You should see what I got as roommates.”

  She dug into a hamburger and then talked around her food. It seemed she was in a triple with a tiny Asian girl who spoke English imperfectly and was totally and completely focused on her studies, and a black girl who was getting increasingly frustrated at the workload and less than a week in already having a meltdown.

  I told her about Jada and she shook her head.

  “Bloody affirmative action programs,” she said.

  “If you don't believe in those you better not speak too loudly about them,” I said in a low voice.

  “Oh I know, I know,” she said. “Thing is they teach at a very high level here. Everyone in this school was tops of their class, maybe even of their school. But when they check your SAT scores Blacks get a 230 point bonus just for being black.”

  “Good on them, some say, but it means some of them at least are here when they don't belong here due to ability. So how are they supposed to keep up with the rest of us without goin mad?”

  “I think it's supposed to uhm, even things out and give people a better chance at an ivy league education.”

  “Yeahr well it might for some but if you've got the lowest SAT score in the class chances are you're going to have to work a helluva lot harder than others just to keep up with them.”

  She took another bite of her hamburger.

  “Can get kind of frustrating,” she said around a mouthful of food.

  We broke for separate classes, but I invited her to dinner at our place. She seemed much like Taylor, which was weird in that like Taylor, she wasn't the sort of girl I normally spent much time with. I'd always dismissed her kind and Taylor's kind, as fluffheads. And mostly they were, but not in this place.

  Like she had said, you needed a really high SAT score and really good grades to get in here, so there really weren't any fluffheads here, even if they were party girls too.

  Another weird thing was that as we talked and as I looked at her I had this thought about what she'd be like in bed, what she'd look like naked! I'd never had that with girls before last night! But now after that intense experience with Taylor it was high on my mind!

  The feel of soft, female flesh against mine, of breasts against mine, of soft lips on mine, had been incredibly exciting and I wanted more of it!

  I wondered if I was a lesbian now. But then I dismissed that as dumb. The thought of some hot, hunky guy still was really... mmmm, nice. I just didn't know any at the moment. So this was more, well, playing sexual games for fun. I mean, it wasn't like I was Taylor's 'girlfriend' or anything, nor would ever be. We were just messing around.

  Then I felt stricken. What if Taylor liked Mandy better than me? What if Mandy was bisexual too and they preferred having sex with each other and left me out!? That would be so horrible! Now I wished I hadn't invited her after all. But there was no way I could uninvite her.

  I told Taylor about her after classes were over and she got back. Jada was already there, much to my disappointment, so we couldn't even kiss or anything.

  “She's an interesting girl,” I said. “Really brazen, which reminded me of you.”

  “Brazen? What kind of books have you been reading, little girl?” she asked.

  “Uhm, confident? Aggressive?”

  “Arrogant,” Jada said from behind her book.

  “Extroverted!” I said.

  They got along like a house on fire, as I had suspected, and now feared. They seemed to set each other off and spent much of the meal laughing together over this or that.

  “You realize we have the whole hair diversity thing at this table,” she said.

  Jada looked at her suspiciously.

  “S-truth,” Taylor said. “Blonde, brunette, redhead and uh...”

  “Black,” Jada said sourly. “How come no one came up with a nice word for black hair?”

  “Well, sometimes they call it raven hair,” I said.

  “I don't know that redhead is all that nice or complimentary,” Mandy said. “I don't think you two want to be called brownhead or blackhead.”

  “My older sister calls me s
trawhead,” Taylor said.

  “My brother calls me mouse,” I ventured.

  Taylor raised her eyebrows.

  “Well, because I'm quiet, and because my hair used to be uhm, more pale. Thankfully it's darkened so it looks nicer.”

  “You are a bit mousy,” Taylor said with a grin.

  “I'm just quiet and dignified,” I said with as much dignity as I could manage.

  “We'll have to do something about that while you're here,” Taylor said.

  I looked at her warily.

  “Dignity just means not having fun,” Mandy said, reaching for more ketchup. “I prefer fun to dignity.”

  “You can have both,” I said.

  “I bet if you think of the time in your life that was the most fun and exciting you weren't all that dignified back then,” Taylor said innocently.

  That made me blush, which Mandy noticed.

  “Oho! What are you remembering, mousy? Did you do something nasty?”

  “No! And none of your business, freckle-face!.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me, unoffended.

  Chapter Five

  With Jada not leaving I figured there wasn't much Taylor and I could do that evening. And that both disappointed me and made me wary. I mean, I wanted to do something with her! But at the same time I couldn't take another wild session that went deep into the morning! I'd be exhausted again tomorrow!

  And she wasn't helping any by 'relaxing' in a midriff baring tank top with little spaghetti straps that showed some decent cleavage even without her wearing a bra, and a thong. I was kind of surprised at that, but it didn't seem to bother Jada any.

  I was wearing a tank top myself, though mine wasn't as tight as hers, and shorts. Jada was wearing the same pajama top as she had the other evening.

  Taylor had brought in a comfy love seat, because a full sofa was too big for our little common room. She and I were lounging on it while Jada sat on a stuffed chair at an angle to it, all of them facing the TV. They were drinking beer while I had ice-water.

  And then Jada got up and said she was going to have a shower.

  Taylor just waved a beer in acknowledgment. I was busy flipping through the channels to see what else was on. But then when the bathroom door closed Taylor reached out and gripped my hair and pulled me abruptly across so I half fell on her!

  “Little slave girl,” she whispered.

  “Taylor!” I gasped, turning my head to look at the closed door.

  “You mean mistress, don't you?”

  “She might open the door!”

  We heard the shower going on.

  “Not unless she comes out naked,” Taylor said.

  “Ow! Hey!”

  She dragged me up across her lap and then made my back arch before bending and taking the center of my breast into her mouth, biting me through the thin tank top!

  I didn't want to make much noise or protest in case Jada heard us over the sound of the shower! I didn't think you'd be able to hear much in there but I didn't want to take the chance! I mean, the door was like ten feet away!

  But Taylor already had her other hand up under my shirt and was tugging it up to bare my breasts! I moaned as she started to lick and then suck at my bare nipples, which hardened instantly! Then I felt her hand pushed own the front of my shorts and start to rub me there!

  I felt the instant rush of heat and sensory pleasure sweeping up through my body as her fingers stroked my clitoris, and my body began to pulse with excitement and hunger! She pulled my head forward, still gripping my hair, and kissed me hard on the mouth, her other hand unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts!

  I could still hear the shower running, and could hear the sound it makes as it bounces off something that isn't the wall. You know, the uneven sound instead of the steady sound when it hits the tiles. I thought it was really freaky that Jada was in there naked, and didn't have a clue what we were doing so close!

  I gasped and grabbed at my shorts as Taylor yanked them down.

  “Taylor!” I gasped in a strangled voice.

  “We'll hear if she finishes,” she said.

  I moaned as her fingers stroked and rubbed me, and then my shorts dropped off my feet and I spread my legs as her fingers sought to push up inside my very rapidly moistening sex!

  She kissed me fiercely again, then jerked back on my hair to make me arch back so she could suck and chew at my nipples and breasts! It was all very... fast and... aggressive and.... animalistic!

  She was a very forceful person! She took my breath away – literally!

  “Oh! Oh! Not so hard!” I gasped as she chewed on the soft flesh around my nipples.

  “You don't tell your mistress what to do, sex slave,” she whispered.

  I gasped as she jerked my tank top – which was already rolled up under my arms, up and off! I grabbed at it but she not only pulled it away she grabbed my wrists and pinned them together above my head! Then she brought them down behind my neck and wrapped my own hair around them!

  “Taylor!” I moaned.

  I felt a huge jolt of wild shocked emotion as I realized I was completely naked! With Jada just on the other side of the door!

  But I couldn't do anything about it because her fingers were doing amazing fucking things to my body! She made my back arch back sharply as she licked and sucked at my breasts and nipples, and thrust three fingers inside me! OMG!

  Her thumb was stroking rapidly across my clitoris, and intense bursts of pleasure began to ripple through my body! My legs jerked and my hips rolled up again and again as I fought desperately to keep from making any sounds that Jada might hear!

  I was riding her fingers! I was arched back across her lap with three fingers inside me, and my hips were jerking me up and down on them almost entirely sub-consciously, as dark heat drowned my mind and overloaded my brain!

  She was biting harder on my breasts now! It hurt! But every bite, every sharp sting as her teeth dug into my flesh sent another shudder of heat through my body and mind!

  “Nasty little sex slave,” she purred. “You're my little bitch, slave girl.”

  I was gulping in air, gasping and shuddering as my nipples burned and my lower body throbbed wildly! God, it had happened so fast! Or had it? I had lost track of time! How long would Jada stay in the shower!? What if she finished and came out and found us like this!?

  But I was on the verge of a massive orgasm, despite that fear, and the closer I got to it the more importance it took in my mind, pushing other concerns aside!

  I couldn't even see the bathroom door any more! My head was upside down across the arm of the chair while the rest of my body writhed wildly! My legs were splayed wide, my left foot jerking spastically on the floor while my right was up across the top of the chair back. Her fingers pumped inside me, and my breasts felt like they were burning and swollen as I moaned helplessly.

  “Are you ready to come, slut? Are you?” she whispered.

  “Oh! Oh! Please! Please!” I whimpered.

  “Well doesn't this look pretty,” Jada's voice said.

  It took a second or two to penetrate the dark, overheated fog around my mind. Then I gasped, and froze, feeling a slow dawning sense of horror.

  “I think so, yeah,” Taylor said.

  I jerked my legs closed, or tried to. Her hand was still between my thighs. I tried to throw myself over onto my side, but her hand kept me firmly in place, and it wasn't like I had a lot of leverage with the way I was bowed back the way I was.

  “And I was just wondering what to eat,” Jada said.

  I had no idea what those words meant. I was already flushed darkly from the heat and excitement, but now I began to feel my face burning hot as I struggled to pull free of Taylor to hide myself!

  Taylor didn't move or let go, though, and then I felt hands on my thighs, spreading them wide again, and then... then I felt a mouth on my sex! And it couldn't be Taylor because I was bent back across her lap!

  I gasped in shock. It didn't seem poss
ible that it would be Jada! And yet, it couldn't be anyone else! Taylor's hand came away from my sex and was now kneading my breast as I felt Jada licking hungrily at my swollen clitoris! Then fingers pushed into me, one, two, three, as I trembled in shock and confusion.

  I jerked spastically, my mind reeling, not knowing what to say or do! My thighs were spread wide again, which gave me even less leverage to pull away, and though I couldn't see her I knew she must be kneeling on the floor licking me!

  But... that was a relief in a lot of ways. Because if she had reacted the way I would have expected, cursing and yelling in outrage and disgust, that would have been utterly mortifying! That she was instead taking part... well, that meant she wasn't angry or offended or anything!

  I was still embarrassed. Don't get me wrong! I didn't know her nearly as well as Taylor! We'd hardly said more than few words to each other! But having her performing oral sex, while it stunned me for long seconds, was still way better than having her go to student services to complain about what she'd seen!

  And so I kind of slumped, relaxing in a way, though I was still gasping for breath and stunned by this unexpected turn of events.

  Then Taylor jerked my head up and around and I got a glimpse of Jada kneeling as I had thought – naked. I moaned into Taylor's mouth as she kissed me again, then cried out as she jerked back on my hair again.

  “Sex slave,” she said, taunting me.

  I felt my mind squirming with embarrassment that she'd said that in front of Jada!

  Jada didn't seem to care, though.

  “Trying to find her G-spot,” Jada said.

  “Don't bother. Her whole body is a G-spot,” Taylor said with a laugh.

  Then I realized that Jada's fingers were rubbing slowly along the inside wall of my sex, rubbing up and down as if feeling for something.

  And then she found it!

  “Oh!” I gasped.

  Her fingers began to stroke and rub and kind of tap against what felt like a little slightly... rough spot, maybe? And sensations began to ripple up through my spine! Since she was also sucking my clitoris there was something of an overload!