Math Geek Matt

“What the fuck,” I growled, realizing I was somewhere else. I mean somewhere else than where I just was. And where was that, anyways? Between the guy eating out my pussy and this head swirl I had been reduced to a basket case.

One thing at a time, I told myself. Laying back I let the sensations roll across my body. Whoever it was between my legs was REALLY good. His start stop jump between clit and pussy was driving me nuts. Judging by my breathing and the fingers clawing at the sheets he had been holding me on this plateau of pleasure for some time now.

“Oh god, baby,” I groaned. “I can't take it.” He lifted his head just long enough to look me in the eye. “Oh fuck,” I groaned again. It was Matt, the math geek from the computer lab. “Oh fuck,” I screamed as the impending orgasm finally grabbed me. It made no sense. The world had topsy-turvsie. Me doing a nerd was crazy think. But then the guy's tongue was making me a bit crazy in the head.

The memories were slowing filtering in. According to this time line I had spent the last three in Matt's bed. It seems we met at that dorm party. He was chatting up some friends about the black opium he had scored and what a smooth high it was. “It's the perfect fuck ****,” he laughed. “You can get it up and keep it up for damn near forever. All I need now is hot chick to share it with,” he finished.

“I'm a hot chick,” I laughed, joining the group.

He was right about the opium being really trippy. Later that night he put a small
chunk of opium in a water pipe. We smoked it down and well, had some of best sex I've ever known. It is probably a good thing we couldn't score more opium. I mean it was best enough I was addicted to sex. Add in opium and well, I probably would of fucked up my plans for that PHD in literature. The opium was that good.

Yanking my sorry ass out of bed I watched Matt toddle off toward the john. He really wasn't much to look, but what he lacked in looks he more than made up for in bed antics. And as a techie he couldn't be beat.

“Jonesy,” I said aloud. “Yes mistress,” his computer answered. “Bring up my my emails.”

Standing naked before the computer screen I reached to select a name from the list. My fingers brushed the glossy surface and ...