You're awoken by a frisky Brad

When you wake up, you were just having a particularly sexy dream. That's no wonder however, since Brad is spooning you and kissing your neck. You can feel his hard cock pocking in your back and he has one hand on your breast, massaging it slowly. "Morning, babe," he says. "How about some breakfast. I've got a mean sausage for you." He grinds his dick into your backside, just incase you didn't get his innuendo. You're about to give in, when the memories of what happend last night come back to you. You look around for Tom, but don't see him anywhere. You do hear the shower going, so that solves that mystery.

"What about Tom, though," you ask. It's hard to actually object. Brad's kissing, grinding and groping combined with the dissatisfaction from last night has gotten you quite worked up. "What about him? Tom's in the shower," Brad mentioned. "Besides, I can finish before he gets back."

"I bet you can," you scoff. "What is that suppose to mean," Brad asks. He actually looks affronted. "Whatever, I need to get to class anyways." And with that Brad gets out of bed, puts on some clothes he finds on the floor, shoves some books in a backpack and is out the door.

You sit up and try to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes when the bathroom door opens and Tom walks in wearing only a towel around his waist and his glasses. He looks at you and almost immediately his eyes go down to your breasts. You're not longer as drunk as you were last night, so in the harsh morning light you're keenly aware of your own nakedness and you pull the covers up to over your breasts. "Hey, good morning," he tells you, "I'm really sorry about last night."

"Don't be," you say, "I had fun. More than with Brad anyway." His eyes light up when you say that. You look at him as he walks over to his bed and sits down. Honestly, he's not that bad looking, if he'd only lose some weight. Sure, he's got glasses, but they are the thick-rimmed black type that are quite popular these days. He's got blond hair that comes down to just past his ears in a style that hasn't been fashionable since the nineties, but that would be nice to run your hands through. Really the only thing that would put you off is his big belly and the stretch marks that come with that. He could use a lot more confidence, though.

"Do you want some coffee," he asks, "I mean, I don't have any, but I could go get us some." You laugh. "No, that's ok. I'll get some on my way home," you tell him. Conversation falls awkwardly silent as the both of you eye each other up from across the room. "Thank you, by the way," he finally speaks up. "No really, thank you. It's not that often that women show any intrest in, you know, touching me."

A realization hits you. You're curious, so you decide to just ask it: "Tom, are you a virgin?" He looks at you, shocked by your bluntness and seems to need a moment to find his words. "Uh, well, yeah." He finally admits. "Really? how old are you," you ask him. "21." Tom seems a little uncomfortable having to admit this. You feel a little bad, but are also intrigued. It's been a long time since you've taken someones virginity. "And have you ever seen a girl naked before," you continue your questioning, "apart from those Brad brings home, I mean."

"A girl in high school once showed me her ti... breasts," Tom answers, "but it turned out she was just messing with me. Her friends were standing around the corner laughing at me." You sigh. "That's a shitty thing to do."

You were thinking you'd just go straight home and jill off, but maybe you'd like to get Tom's help. It has been a long time since you helped someone get rid of his virginity, and certainly deflowering a lonely and shy nerd would count as your good deed of the day.