Chapter 129 Vignette 111
My name is Nerd. Not my real name but the one given to me by my course mates.
Because I behaved like an actual nerd.
If there was a personality more extreme than introvert, then that's what I was.
I was always found isolating myself from everyone else. I never attended any social gathering except it was about quiz or debate or educational talk shows hosted there in college.
I had no friends because no one wants to make a friend with someone whom they can barely communicate with.
I tried to change after several criticisms but all my attempts failed and I just told myself that this secluded lifestyle was what I was born for.
However, my academics was excellent because of this lifestyle. I had received so many awards and almost all the staff knew me.
This was a result of the binge studying I did whenever I was alone. But when I am exhausted from studying, guess what else I do.
It's something you would never imagine someone with my face doing.
Not from someone who was always on her medicated glasses looking like a professor in training. Not from someone who wears the biggest shirt in school and barely shows skin in whatever outfit she wears.
I masturbate.
That's it.
The first time I touched myself was when I was twelve. My pussy was still tight. Extremely.
But the more I tried to make myself feel good by inserting my fingers, the more it widened.
I never felt any hymen break. No pain. Just constant exploration of my body when I'm alone.
I used different things.
Tooth brushes, the tip of my roll on which was shaped like a cock, even the tube of my lip gloss. And sometimes an unused candle would work for me.
And if I needed something bigger, I would use a cucumber.
I would moan to my pillows until I came. Afterwards, I would pick up my books and continue reading.
That night, I went to the school library to get some useful textbooks.
No one else was there. Just me, the library attendant on duty and the vice chancellor of the college where I schooled.
Of course he knew me. I was one of the best students in that college.
“Sarima you're here," he said with a small smile on his face.
"Yes sir, I came to borrow a text book from the library. I need it for a project.“
“Okay. Dear, I have something for you. When you're done, see me at my office," the man said. He rounded up his conversation with the library attendant before leaving.
I gathered all the text books that I needed, signed and left the library.
I walked through the corridors and across the field before I got to the vast staff building. I climbed up the stairs and came in front of a brown wooden door.
The chancellor's office.
Three taps of knock.
“Sir, it's Sarima,"
"Come in, dear,”
I whined the knob and pushed the door.
It creaked as it opened.
He was just sitting across the desk. I stepped in.
“Lock the door,”
I didn't see the need to, but I obeyed anyway.
I stood, waiting for him to offer me a seat, wondering what he really had for me.
“Sit, please,” he said.
I pulled out a seat and made to sit on it. But then he stopped me.
“Not there, over here."
He didn't point anywhere in particular so I got confused.
"Over where?“ I asked.
"Don't worry. Just come,“ he said,
I walked across the table and came in front of him.
Then he tapped his palm on his lap.
“Sit here, Sarima,"
"What?!”
"Relax I'm not going to touch you, I just want to encourage you for your excellent academic performance.“
My throat tightened.
Was that a way to congratulate someone?
But his eyes were so convincing I didn't know how to refuse or say no for myself.
I turned and slowly lowered my ass on his lap. I had never done that before…to sit on a man’s leg. In fact, no man has ever touched me before.
But I sat anyway.
And the moment my body touched his lap, I heard his breathing change. Like he felt relieved from feeling my ass near his cock.
Or maybe it was something else.
I couldn't look him in the eye. I was too shy to.
I just stared pointlessly at the space and books and picture frames in front of me.
His hand grazed my thighs at first. My hair follicles contracted and goose bumps appeared on my skin.
That careless touch.
It didn't feel right.
Not from someone like him
Then he dragged his hand upward until I could feel his fingers around where my panties were, under my silk skirt.
His hand dragged further. I shifted uncomfortably but he held me from moving, his breathing even more audible.
“sir, please stop,” I tried to speak but my voice came out softer than I intended.
He didn't take my words for it.
It almost felt like I didn't even say anything.
Because he kept on dragging his hand up and up.
His hands reached my stomach. And from there he grabbed my boobs tight and tried to reach for my nipples.
But my bra was guarding them against him.
He squeezed me tighter
And I just sat there.
Weakly trying to resist like I didn't have control over my own body.
He held my waist and made me stand up from his lap.
He stood up too.
“Sir please I need to…”
“Climb on the desk,”
His voice sounded gravelly. Too deep. It sounded dangerous. I didn't want to object.
I climbed on it immediately.
He came in between my legs.
Then he looked at me as he lifted my skirt and dragged my panties down from my waist, and out of my legs.
He dropped it on his chair and started loosening his belt.
My throat tightened, but I couldn't speak.
I didn't have anything to say. I didn't even know how to put my words together.
Running away was totally pointless. Especially since the door was locked.
He took out his cock and I gasped. My eyes widened as I saw it.
Big. Heavy. Black and veiny.
He stepped closer with his cock in one hand. While he placed the other hand behind my ass.
He let his cock dangle on my pussy.
I was wet already.
My pussy lips were soft, my folds swimming in my liquids.
And he rubbed his cock against it, gliding on it deeply. And from there, he put it inside me.
I moaned and bit my lower lip.
I had never had a dick in my life. And my own vice chancellor's happened to be the first.
My pussy creams rubbed all over his cock as he continued to shove it deeper inside me. His vein lines had my creams on them.
He had always been a man I respected for his position.
Many times, he handed me my award himself and later he would advise me like he would his daughter, asking me to keep up my good academic work.
But that day, while his cock slid in and out of my private part, I no longer saw him as the school chancellor. I was just seeing him as a middle aged man fucking a young student like me.
He continued pounding me, moaning, groaning, enjoying the sight of my creams on his cock and how it went in and out of me.
He fucked my cunt, pounding my core really hard, the table creaking under me.
But just then, he pulled out and flogged my pussy entrance with his cock, his cum spilling out.
And my cunt? It was spitting out my own orgasm.
I climbed down from that table with my face down, my pussy dripping liquids. And remorse? He was far from it.
Because he saw that I enjoyed it too. My orgasm was a testament
But it didn't end that night.
I no longer needed to fuck myself while was alone. Not when he always called me to his office for several rounds of sex.