Geeks get Sex too

Our protagonist, Ethan, wasn’t used to much attention. Sure, he had a few friends, but mostly he kept to himself, focused on his studies and building his tech projects. He figured his high school years would be spent with the occasional taunt, the usual shoves in the hallway, maybe a stolen sandwich or two. That was until he received an unusual proposition from Jason, the popular captain of the football team.
Jason approached him one day, half-smirking, and said, “My girlfriend is late with her assignment, and I want you to help her with it. In return, I’ll make sure the other guys leave you alone.” Ethan didn’t hesitate – it was a chance to gain a bit of peace, at least. He agreed, not really thinking about the fact that Jason’s girlfriend was none other than Sophie, the girl every guy at school couldn’t stop talking about.
Sophie arrived at Ethan's place the next day. She waltzed in confidently, glancing around his room with a hint of amusement. “So, you’re the brains,” she teased, smirking as she settled into the chair he’d pulled out for her.
Ethan shrugged, unaffected. “Guess so. Let’s just get started. I don’t want to keep you here all night.”
She arched an eyebrow at his bluntness. “Oh, are you trying to get rid of me?”
His gaze didn’t falter, and he merely shrugged. “You probably have somewhere better to be.” His tone was polite but dismissive. Ethan didn’t hang onto her every word, didn’t blush or stumble over himself. For a girl like Sophie, it was baffling.
That night, as they worked, she threw out a few light flirtations: tossing her hair, leaning in close, even casually touching his arm. But Ethan stayed completely focused on the assignment, barely acknowledging her gestures. Her interest piqued, Sophie started to test the waters further, pushing boundaries to see if she could draw out some reaction.
When they took a break, she leaned back in her chair and stretched out a leg, crossing it slowly over the other. She tilted her head, eyeing him playfully. “So, Ethan, are you always this serious?”
He looked up, meeting her gaze evenly, and gave her a small smile. “I take my work seriously, yeah. Especially if it’s the reason you’re here.”
She let out a small huff, half-laughing, half-challenged. No guy had ever been this disinterested in her – and she found herself wanting to break through his walls. Over the next couple of tutoring sessions, her behaviour grew bolder. She’d wear a short skirt, let her fingers brush against his hand, or find excuses to touch his shoulder or sit just a bit too close. Every time, Ethan would respond with polite indifference, acknowledging her gestures but never lingering.
The more he ignored her attempts, the more determined she became. One evening, after spending almost an hour on her assignment, she sighed dramatically. “You know, Jason doesn’t make me study this hard,” she said, pouting as she inched closer.
Ethan’s expression barely changed, but his eyes sparked with amusement. “I’m not Jason.”
Her lips curved in a smile, and she let her hand rest on his for a beat longer than necessary. “No, you’re not,” she murmured, looking at him in a way that had made countless guys stumble over themselves. But Ethan simply nodded and pulled his hand back, picking up her assignment again. The rejection only added to her intrigue, a rare feeling for someone who was usually adored and pursued by everyone.

Sophie pushed a little harder, leaning forward with a coy smile. "Is there anything you want to ask me, Ethan? Like, what my hobbies are, how long my legs are, or what I’m good at?"
Ethan’s expression hardened. He was growing frustrated and just wanted to get the assignment over with. “Look, Sophie,” he said, his voice flat. “The only reason you’re here is so I can help you finish this assignment. I’m already toning it down so Mr. Matthews might believe someone like you actually wrote it, and trust me, for someone like me, that’s the hardest part of this whole favour.”
He looked her over, unimpressed. “And I don’t need to ask what you’re good at. I’ve seen plenty of you over the last year, and from what I can tell, there’s not much to see beyond just… being Sophie.”
He turned back to the assignment, his voice flat and dismissive. “I need you to sit quietly for ten minutes. Then you can leave with your assignment, and hopefully, your dumb-ass boyfriend will finally leave me the fuck alone.”
I need you to just be quiet for ten mins then you can leave with your assignment and your dumb ass boyfriend will hopefully leave me the fuck alone.
Sophie’s jaw tightened, her face a mix of irritation and intrigue. No one had ever spoken to her like that. She’d always gotten her way, especially with guys who were usually falling over themselves for her. But Ethan? He seemed genuinely indifferent, almost like he didn’t even see her the way other guys did. She wondered if he was gay… or if something was just wired differently with him. Either way, she found herself unexpectedly drawn to him, her frustration blending with an attraction she didn’t quite understand.
She sat there sulking quietly, it was about ten minutes but felt like 30, she sat there with her thoughts racing. She knew she needed to keep quiet she knew that she needed her assignment finished. Maybe she would take the finished work and then tell him what a geek he was. Maybe she would tell her boyfriend how rude he was. Maybe she would sleep with him.

After all, no one would ever know. Who would believe that the school’s biggest geek had slept with the most attractive girl around? And would he even risk getting beaten up by her boyfriend for saying anything? From what she’d seen, he didn’t really have any friends to tell anyway. Of course, things could go wrong; he hadn’t even seemed to notice her or responded to her flirting. She didn’t think he was gay—there were a couple of posters of women on his wall, though instead of sexy movie stars, they looked like women who’d won awards for medicine or something.
The silence stretched on, and to Ethan’s surprise, she actually kept quiet for the entire ten minutes. As he worked, he found himself reflecting on what he’d said. He wasn’t usually mean to anyone; he didn’t even talk much to anyone, let alone get the chance to be rude. Finally, he looked up and handed her the completed assignment. “I’m finished with your project, Sophie. And… sorry for being rude. I’m sure there are things you’re good at.”
“Yes, Ethan, you did upset me,” she replied, her tone sharp. “I don’t like being spoken to like that. I’m not used to men treating me this way.”
“Sorry,” he stammered, thrown by her directness and suddenly unsure of himself.
Sophie held his gaze, then, in one fluid motion, pulled her top over her head. “Most men usually judge me on these.”
Ethan froze, his eyes wide. He’d never seen a pair in person before—well, online, maybe, but never like this. And they were beautiful. Sophie didn’t wait for him to gather his thoughts.
“Kiss them,” she commanded softly. Despite his lack of experience, Ethan instinctively knew what to do, leaning in as his lips met her warm skin. He kissed and licked her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples until they hardened under his touch. As he continued, she slid her skirt down, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her in a barely-there pair of white underwear, perfectly hugging her hips.
“Have you ever seen a pussy before, Ethan?” she asked, watching him closely. He stammered, unsure whether to mention his experience with porn, but words failed him. She tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Mine—my little meow-meow—likes to be licked. Think you could do that for me?”
Ethan nodded, his heart pounding as he sank to his knees before her. His fingers trailed up her legs, trembling slightly as he touched her soft skin, then paused at the waistband of her underwear. She gave him a reassuring smile, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, and whispered, “Go on.”
He gently slipped the fabric down her thighs, his breath catching as he finally saw her, bare and inviting. She leaned back against the desk, watching him with an amused glint in her eyes, clearly relishing his wide-eyed awe. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, remembering her words, and let his mouth explore her skin, feeling her shiver under his touch. His lips pressed gently, then his tongue followed, tentative at first but growing bolder as he heard her soft gasps.
Sophie’s fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in his messy curls as she guided him closer, murmuring encouragement as he grew more confident. She tasted warm and electric, and his nerves slowly melted away, replaced by a thrill he’d never felt before. His every move seemed to draw another soft sigh from herIt had started as her plan to seduce him, but now, somehow, he was the one seducing her. She lifted herself, breathless with anticipation, and as he stepped back, she reached forward, undoing his jeans and sliding his boxers down in one swift motion. Before her stood his hard cock, slightly curving upward, its smooth tip glistening as if polished.
As she took him into her mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum sent a thrill through her. He felt incredible, and her need for him grew stronger with each passing second. She wanted him inside her, more than she could stand. he stood up and lay back on the bed, inviting him over. There was no need for condoms; she and Jason were already sexually active, though Jason had never treated her like this. Ethan positioned himself, and while it might sound like the start of something perfect, the truth was, his technique was exactly what you'd expect from a geeky virgin. His cock was thick and hit all the right spots, but his thrusts were a bit clumsy, slipping out once or twice, and it was over quicker than either of them had hoped.
But Sophie didn’t mind. The whole afternoon of him resisting her had driven her wild, and finally taking the virginity of this shy, awkward guy—who actually looked better naked, without his glasses—felt more satisfying than she’d anticipated. As she lay there, her mind raced, imagining the potential: sending him for laser eye surgery, a stylish haircut, dressing him up, and eventually teaching him to make love to her like a stallion. But for now, she thought, he was best left in his nerdy disguise, safe from the attention of other girls.
“Would you be able to help me with my assignments again, Ethan?” she asked, her voice sweet and coaxing, that practiced tone she knew he couldn’t refuse.
Something had shifted in him. Where once that voice would have made him want to turn away, this time he replied with a quiet confidence. “Of course, Sophie.”
The next day at college, Jason strolled up to Ethan, flanked by his usual entourage of grinning, hulking friends.
“Well, well, my little nerd,” Jason sneered, “seems my beautiful girlfriend is very pleased with her assignment… and so is Mr. Matthews.” He leaned closer, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “Hope you haven’t been jacking off at the thought of her, sniffing the chair where she sat, or some creepy shit like that.”
His friends chuckled, clearly because it was something they’d probably do themselves.
Jason crossed his arms, looking down at Ethan. “So, I’ve got some good news and some bad news for you. Which do you want first?”
“The bad news,” Ethan replied coolly, catching Jason off guard.
“Well, too bad, because you’re getting the good news first.” Jason smirked. “The good news is, nobody’s ever gonna bother you through college again. Not a shove, not a stolen sandwich—nothing.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, waiting.
“But the bad news? It’s on one condition,” Jason continued. “Sophie’s coming over to yours whenever she needs… help. Not just assignments, either. Let’s say… you’ll be teaching her a few things, once a week.”
Ethan held his gaze, barely suppressing a small smile. “Understood,” he replied, his voice steady.