Bobby, Awkward 18 Years Old Nerd

When I got back to my bedroom, I found Jake busy watching porn on my laptop.

He jumped when I walked in, slamming the lid shut and sitting on the bed, looking guilty. "Shit, Bobby, I thought it was your mother coming back."

I rolled my eyes at his guilty face, chuckling. "Disappointed?"

He smirked, "Maybe a little." He opened up my laptop again and resumed his video, which seemed to involve a busty, middle-aged blonde woman getting nailed by some young, well-hung stud.

I sighed and flopped down onto my messy bed beside him, resting my hands on the back of my head. "You ever think about anything else, Jake?"

He laughed. "What? And miss out on all this?" he waved at the screen. "That's my future you're talking about, man. I gotta be ready for when women start throwing themselves at me."

I rolled my head to look at him. "And when's that gonna happen, exactly?"

He shrugged. "Whenever your mom realizes what a catch I am, I guess."

I shook my head, turning back to look up at the ceiling. "Yeah, good luck with that one, buddy." Jake had been obsessed with my mom since we were kids. I had to admit, even though I tried not to think about it, she was pretty attractive for her age. She was only 38 and had a killer body that she worked really hard on at the gym every day. She had a constant stream of guys hitting on her, but as far as I could tell, she hadn't dated much since my dad split years ago.

Jake was staring at the screen, watching as the big-breasted MILF got reamed from behind. He looked a little spaced out. "Mom wants us to go with her to the mall tomorrow." I told him, "She needs help getting a new dishwasher into her car." Jake and his step-sister Lena were staying with us for the summer while his parents were in Europe. Our house basically had an open-door policy; our parents were best friends and Jake and I kinda were too.

"Talk about a vacation..." Jake grumbled. He glanced over at me. "You wanna play some Xbox tonight?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, whatever." I turned to watch the porn, where the big dick stud was now squirting his load all over the woman's face. Had anyone else been here, they'd probably be shocked that the two of us could just casually watch porn together, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for us. Actually, most of our relationship revolved around our mutual love of boobs and pussy and a refreshing acceptance of our fucked up mutual kinks. Once, when we were barely in our teens, we'd found a bunch of old porno mags in a dumpster and spent the rest of that summer holed up in my bedroom with them, discussing which of the girls had the hottest bodies. This had somehow formed the basis for our friendship. We weren't gay or anything, and we certainly didn't do anything sexual together; it's just that we were both comfortable with our, maybe excessive, interest in women.

Ironically but not surprisingly, neither one of us had actually been able to seal the deal, even though we were now 18 and would be heading to college in the fall. Jake was a short, skinny Jewish kid with a big nose and messy dark hair. He wasn't very athletic and was pretty much a complete and utter geek. His interests revolved mostly around porn, and his major goal in life was to bang a hot cougar. The irony of his situation being, of course, that he was essentially terrified of the women he obsessed over.

I wasn't as big a loser as Jake, or at least that was what I liked to tell myself, but I still wasn't exactly popular. I was lanky and awkward and had a bit of an acne problem, which didn't really help me get the attention of the girls at school. I had blonde, curly hair and blue eyes, and my mom always said how handsome I was, but I was pretty sure she was just biased.

The door suddenly swung open, and my mom stepped into the room. Jake slammed the laptop shut and shot her a guilty grin.

She looked around my messy room, disgusted, her nose wrinkling. "Boys..." she said, rolling her eyes. She was wearing a tiny pair of jean shorts and a black tank top that showed off her curves and left little to the imagination. Jake stared at her like a hungry wolf, his eyes wide. "I wanted to ask you if you were planning to spend any time with Lena this summer," she said, leaning against the doorway and cocking a hip, "Or if you were going to just keep yourselves holed up in here all the time?" Her tone was cold, as usual, and her expression was hard.

"I thought she wanted to be left alone," My friend shrugged, his eyes still locked on my mom's tits. I was a little surprised by how brazen he was being, but then again, my mom seemed so used to people checking her out that she barely seemed to notice it anymore. Or maybe she really was completely oblivious. She was pretty conservative when it came to things like that.

"She does, but that doesn't mean it's healthy," Mom said, crossing her arms under her large breasts, pushing them together in a way that made Jake's eyes practically bulge out of his head. "Oh, and Jacob," she added, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't leave your dirty laundry in the bathroom. I found your boxers on the floor again." She raised an eyebrow, the slight display of emotions disturbing the careful mask she usually kept over her face.

"Yeah, sure, Mrs. Clarke," he smiled. She shot him a stern look and then walked back downstairs, leaving my door open behind her. I could see Jake's big nose straining to follow after her.

I sighed and sat up. "You should thank the gods you're never gonna have a shot with her," I told him, "She's a total control freak. She'd drive you crazy."

He smiled, looking dreamy. "I dunno, man. If she put a collar and leash on me, I'd be happy to let her drag me around. I'd lick her boots clean."

I made a disgusted face at the thought. "Thanks for that beautiful mental picture, Jake," I said sarcastically. "You're a true poet."

"Hey, man, I'm just being honest," he shrugged, opening the porn back up and clicking on another link. "You don't see me complaining about how you have the hots for my sister, now, do you?"

My face went red. "Your step-sister," I mumbled. "Not the same thing."

Lena was 19, and unlike the two of us, she was gorgeous and outgoing. She had a huge group of friends, and she and Jake barely even spoke to each other. She didn't look at all like her step-brother, instead having long, platinum blonde hair, and a tall, thin, but curvy body with tits that made me drool whenever she wore anything even slightly revealing.

"You know she's a brat?" Jake said, his eyes still on the computer screen, watching another MILF get banged.

"I think she's nice..." I said quietly.

My friend chuckled, "No, not that kind of brat. I mean the kind that likes to be spanked and treated like shit. She's got a whole collection of kinky porn on her computer."

I blushed, feeling my pants getting tighter at the thought. "How do you know what she's got on her computer?"

He grinned at me. "Because, unlike you, I actually know how to get into a woman's bedroom. Well... literally anyway..."

I fidgeted, uncomfortable. I could picture Lena on my bed, wearing a tiny little maid's outfit, a collar, and a tail, her round ass sticking up in the air as my hand came down on her firm, soft flesh...

"Whatever," I mumbled, rolling over away from him so he couldn't see my growing erection. I could barely even stand to look at Lena, let alone talk to her. Besides, there was no way in hell she was into a loser like me. She had guys falling all over themselves to date her. "I just wanna find someone before The Merge..." I sighed into the pillow, trying to push the images of a helpless, tied-up Lena out of my head. A few months ago, everyone somehow had the same dream, where we were told that someday soon, women and men would fuse, one pair at a time. It would have seemed ridiculous if it had not been accompanied by a certainty that this was actually going to happen. Everyone knew, without a doubt, that it was true. We would all fuse with someone and become one person.

Many were freaked out by this, but others, particularly the religious types, saw it as some kind of blessing. The world was going crazy trying to prepare for the Merge. People were either frantically searching for the person they wanted to share their lives with, or were busy whining about the unfairness of it all. Some didn't really know what to make of it and just waited nervously for it to happen. Jake and I were in the latter category, mostly because we were too busy jacking off to porn and playing video games to take the threat of becoming half of a person seriously.

I thought Jake hadn't heard me or was just ignoring me when he suddenly turned and shrugged. "Well... We've got time. The New Year's Eve is months away, man. We'll probably meet a couple girls before that. Right?"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't nearly as optimistic as he was. "We're not even sure that's when it'll happen..." I sighed, "It might happen any time."

Jake shrugged again, turning back to his porn. "That's what they say online, though."

"Online? You mean all the people posting on forums who think they're experts on The Merge because they've had the same dream everyone else had?"

He ignored my comment, his eyes glued to the screen, and I sighed again, rolling over onto my back.

"Dinner is served!" I heard my mom calling from downstairs, and Jake and I jumped up, racing each other to see who got to the table first.