Nerd Girl(100)

“Should I feel taken advantage of?” he chuckled.

“You didn’t seem to mind,” I mumbled as I nuzzled into his shoulder.

“No, not at all,” he said, smiling. His fingers lightly traced up and down my arm. “You can wake me up like that anytime.”

“I wonder when the transition occurs in a relationship when suddenly you don’t feel the need and desire to have sex every day,” I pondered.

“With you? Never. I will never tire of this.” He grabbed my ass and nuzzled his lips into my neck.

I giggled, and, out of lunatic curiosity, decided to ask him the question that all couples eventually shared with one another at some point in their relationship. “How many women have you slept with?”

He looked at me with immediate suspicion. “Okay, this can’t be good. There’s no way I can answer this question and not get you mad at me or not have you hold it against me at some point in the future.”

“So that means you’ve slept with a lot of women,” I said more as a statement, than a question.

“Uh, not necessarily. See, it’s started already,” he said, holding up his free hand in protest.

“Well, then what do you have to hide?” I asked innocently.

“Why do women always want to know this? It’s not like I want to know how many men you’ve been with. I’m more than happy never knowing the answer to that question, by the way. It would just totally drive me nuts, thinking about it. Why isn’t it the same for you?” he retorted.

“Morbid curiosity, I guess. Fine, you don’t have to tell me,” I pouted.

“Sixteen,” he said dryly.

“Hmm, okay.” I mulled it over in my head. I was surprised the number wasn’t higher. It was nice to know that he wasn’t a male whore, at least. Sixteen was far from whore status.

“Satisfied?” he asked. “Oh, wait, now seventeen.”

“Your lucky number,” I said and kissed him, rewarding him for his openness.

“I don’t want to know your number, though,” he replied quickly in return.

“It’s not that bad.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s less than your number, but I won’t tell you, if it’s really going to bug you.”

“More than one bugs me,” he said curtly and pressed his lips together.

“Besides, I’m a younger than you, so I’ve had less sex-applicable years with which to notch my belt.”

“I don’t want to know! I don’t want to know!” He stuck his fingers in his ears and hummed an obnoxious tune. “And ‘sex-applicable years’? Geez, Julia!” He poked me in the ribs. “I’m not that old!”

“So, out of those sixteen, how many were actually girlfriends?” I asked coyly. I moved into a sitting position, my legs folded off to one side. The light duvet still covered me below the waist, though I was conscious of the fact that I was nude from the waist up and I had mussed up sex hair. With the morning light peeking through the cabin windows, I had a pretty good image of how I appeared. Sensual and just fucked.

Ryan was enjoying the view and appeared to finally be giving into my inquisitiveness. He folded his arms behind his head and reclined against the headboard. His eyes were hooded and lingered lasciviously on my breasts. “You really want to know? I thought we already discussed this before.” His eyes met mine with amusement.

“No, let’s be clear. I discussed it. You weren’t so forthcoming,” I teased accusingly.

“Touché! I give in,” he said, smiling. He chuckled and shook his head, rewarding me by revealing both of his dimples. “But before I say anything, I need to do one thing.”

He launched himself at me and grabbed me playfully, pushing me backwards onto the bed. He held down each of my wrists. My upper body was defenseless against his attempted kisses. I decided to play hard to get, playfully pushing him away, but it just encouraged him further.

When he released my wrists and began tickling my sides, I couldn’t prevent a squeal. “Ah! Stop!” I begged.

He finally relented. Once I stopped wiggling, I let him kiss me and just like that, we were making out again, morning breath and all. His mouth moved down to one of my nipples, licking and sucking it greedily. I groaned and felt the need immediately in my groin. I couldn’t get enough of him. If he was trying to change or avoid the subject, it worked. As his lips moved down to my stomach, his tongue drew circles and he teased me with his lips and teeth. I sighed in contentment.

“I have an idea,” he said, taking a break from his nibbling and looking up at me expectantly. He hovered over me with a devious grin. “Let’s spend the whole day in bed. We have nowhere to go. We can make love some more,” he said as he began nibbling one of my ears, sending shivers down my body, “or we can listen to music, or read.”