Barely Erotic Episode 1

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Introductions


So there is Brad, a 6’ average looking brown haired, brown eyed man in moderate physical shape. As middle of the road as you get with even his fashion sense, grades, and ambitions; cookie cutter on almost every front except being mestizo. His darker complexion makes him look more attractive, “exotic” and more cultured that he really is. Majoring in some form of STEM he is witty, to a fault, but honestly too lackluster to stand out in a crowd and only got into Basic College due to his father’s position as a member on the board versus a strong academic and social record. Capable on most fronts when thinking pragmatically he is known for his straight-forward no-bull style of problem solving which doesn’t help when he runs into new and unorthodox issues.


Then there’s Jen, a petite 5’3” bonafide “6” on the scale. She has beautiful hair that she takes great care of, black in color, and hazel eyes. White as a ghost she enjoys indoor activities and essentially talking to herself or playing videogames of all sorts on all platforms. Despite this she isn’t actually nerdy enough to be considered a nerd and is not in the top tier of any particular gaming syndicates often playing at average or below average level. Majoring also in some form of STEM she is cold and serious and a bit too literal for the comfort of others but a whiz when it comes to making different considerations about life in general and thinking outside the box. Sadly this is also her greatest pitfall, she actually is worthy of more than Basic College but ultimately her quirks undid her and all of her qualifications, genius at heart, but terribly antisocial and got into plenty of trouble as a youth for it.


The two met in a class about something very sciency with no intentions of actually getting along. Brad, being himself and somewhat of an oaf asked the illustrious Jen, all smart looking in her chic glasses, something about whizbadoodles and whatnots that go on in the physical world. Of course this got the two talking in the most romantic ways:


“I’m busy learning. Why aren’t you busy learning?” Jen asked annoyed.


“I’m trying, but I need your help, you know?” pleaded a clearly doomed Brad.


“Ugh, what is it? What is it!” the now annoyed genius-slash-misandrist-slash-loner just looked at him with what seemed to be a hatred that had life all its own.


“Well, I need to know about what you think of this electrodynamic blahblahbloo because I really don’t understand,” responded a shamed Brad.


“Blahblahbloo?” was all Jen could mutter looking at him with scorn wanting to scream that she was being assaulted by the stupidity of the human race, and the lesser half to boot, but she knew that she wasn’t in Excellent College because of her outbursts and instead maintained herself in hopes that she may transfer.


“Yeah…” said Brad, interrupted by the gaze of the entire class when he was called out by Professor Golgio with an abrupt, “Is there something you find more fascinating than electrodynamic motors and their principles, Brad?”


“I, uh …” said Brad whirling about in his seat knocking his own book off and scrambling to grab a pencil and look attentive, “I was just asking about one of the concepts and …”


Golgio wasn’t buying it and flatly said, “Stop talking to your girlfriend and pay attention,” before he snorted and returned to teaching the lesson. Of course that is how all love begins, or at least like, right? Forced misunderstandings and rumors started by a professor on the fourth or fifth day of the semester, right?


Flash forward of course to about two weeks and we find the two being considered “together” regardless of the reality. Jen wanted absolutely nothing to do with Brad and Brad was too busy failing to understand just about everything and beginning anything that looked smarter than he was (and that’s a lot) for help getting past the basic levels of things to notice girls. Still, the two interacted regularly, Jen would end up tutoring Brad partially out of pity and partially to show that she was a decent citizen as she took him under her wing in the local collegiate tutoring program. As time would pass she’d grow more tolerant of him and he more attentive to her sometimes bringing her small things like chocolate which he knew she liked those Twax caramel bar things.


About a month after their initial meeting they were studying in Brad’s room and Brad’s roommate Ben, who was as generic as Brad if not more than as he was Basic material through the core, was not in this evening.


“So, what you mean to say, is that if he doowhizzle touches the knoblegobber then this happens?” Brad was pointing at a diagram in “Physics 24th Edition” of something relating to centrifugal force in machinery with a smirk on his face.


“Yes.” Jen responded flatly.


“So then…” Brad began but Jen just looked at Brad for a moment as he trailed off before lunging forward and kissing his lips. Brad was confused, but Jen wasn’t, Jennifer had lived all of her 23 years without having a single moment of passion and knowing full well that there would be no such thing as she didn’t like people in general, thought lowly of men, was condemned to accept her heterosexuality, and truthfully just wanted to get it over with she chose Brad in his ignorant innocence to prey upon. It wasn’t planned really, but she just needed to get it over with, and honestly could not have cared less who it was; experience and her thirst for knowledge were the major factors, that and it was the week before her period which made her abnormally inclined, but she didn’t really consider that a factor since she knew how to love herself and did so on the regular anyway.


Brad on the other hand was confused. Genuinely. Deeply. He just stared at her for a moment like a deer in headlights but it didn’t stop Jen, her eyes straining slightly and judging him and his reaction like a hawk assesses its next swoop, but he didn’t protest during that two second window so she simply moved over standing up and sitting dead in his lap before she grabbed his face and kiss him again on the lips. He just sat there stupefied, because perhaps between the two, the total experience had was less than zero, and she was just doing what she had seen in movies and he just didn’t know what the hell to do at all. He was paralyzed, at 24, unsure and just sat limp.


Jen ground into him moving her hips in the most seductive manner she could (read as: awkwardly) and moaning as she experienced her first terribly sloppy and horribly unpleasable first French kiss as her “beau” just sort of moved his tongue around slobbering and she herself felt a lack of control in her mouth. It was not pleasant, but she didn’t stop, and for some reason she kind of felt slightly hot and bothered by her own behavior and the domineering stance she had taken towards her own sexual experience. It was truly on her terms with this idiot who couldn’t even figure out to grab her butt like she had seen in that one scene she was mimicking; instead he just somewhat involuntarily felt himself try and move and match her movements before finally moving his arms to her hips as though something magical had just fired off in his brain.


“Oh my god, this is sex!” Brad declared in his head, though everyone’s clothing was on he was at the very end of her shirt when of course the door knob turned and Jen leapt off of him so fast he was still stuck in his position meanwhile she looked as though nothing had happened at all. She just smirked to herself and in her tight black jeans and cutoff shirt sighed cursing in her head at her luck as Ben walked in.


“Hey guys!” he said carrying a case of beer and looking completely and utterly plain in some popularized fashion garbage, “I got beer!”


“I see that,” said Jen coldly despite her heart racing from her own misadventures into the depths of her desires, “I’m out of here.” With that she left, looking nothing like she did a mere few seconds ago, and Brad was too stunned to process what those five or so minutes in heaven were like. So dumbfounded was he that he practically wrote it off as a fluke, told no one, and just went straight to sleep. Jen of course scurried off to her room giddy internally though looking scornfully at all the other people and when she got to her own bed felt the need to rediscover her fingers before passing out herself thinking about her next moves with the completely malleable Brad. The control she had played out a lot stronger than she anticipated.



Barely Erotic Episode 1


Barely Erotic Episode 1
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