All characters in this entirely fictional story are over 18 years old. Any resemblance to any persons (living, dead, or fictional) is completely unintentional.
This is one of those ‘ridiculous but plausible’ stories. Enjoy!
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It was an otherwise normal Thursday afternoon in mid January when Leila sought out Daniel in the library. She was a smart, pretty girl, one of the ‘mean girls’ at school, who never had to work hard at anything, and always got whatever she wanted. But she suddenly found herself in need of assistance. So she went hunting for a Nerd.
“Hi. Uh, Daniel?”
“Leila?” He was surprised she was here, talking to him. Girls like Leila were never in the library, and never spoke to nerds like him, unless it was some kind of joke or cruel game they were playing.
“Yeah, hey, I need some uh, tech support.”
“Tech support?”
She looked around, then whispered “Hacker stuff.”
He looks her up and down, scans the nearby area for her friends who would undoubtedly be recording this for some vile prank. Strange. He didn’t see anyone else around. Ah, of course. “Lemme guess – grades?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t do that stuff.”
“But I-”
“I do not hack grades.”
“Fine” she huffs, glares at him for a few seconds, and leaves.
Daniel thinks about what just happened. He sees an opportunity here, and immediately texts his buddies.
+if anyone asks about hacking grades, send them to me+
—
Back in mid-December, Leila was struggling not to hurl on her Civics final. She felt like absolute shit, last night’s party had been wild, and she’d had way too much to drink. After the seemingly endless nightmare of trying to put some coherent words on the paper, she ran out of steam, ran out of ideas, and ran out of time. She grabbed her purse, dropped the exam on the teacher’s desk and rushed to the bathroom. Once she’d puked her guts out and washed her face, she walked home in a dazed cloud of anxiety. She’d fucked this one up royally.
The Christmas Break was supposed to be a time for family and meals and gifts and friends and parties, but Leila didn’t enjoy any of it. She worried constantly about her Civics mark. Fuck! Why had she been to stupid?! How was she gonna fix this?
Once back at school in January she started looking into how she could excise this class from her record. Every avenue she pursued led back to one thing: she was fucked. First term transcripts were coming out really soon, and those were going to be used for scholarship and university applications. Her perfect record was fucked. There was no way she’d get the scholarship she was after at the school she wanted with this stupid grade on her transcript.
Her parents were relatively affluent, so she could attend any university she wanted in Ontario, but going out of province, especially to the US, was out of the question without a scholarship. And she had her sights set on a very expensive school in the States. Without a full academic scholarship, it was not going to happen. And it wouldn’t happen, now. All because she slacked off in one stupid class. Fuck!
Time was running out, and there was only one way she could think of that would possibly work. She needed a hacker to fix her marks.
—
Friday morning Leila’s back, this time when Daniel is walking between classes.
“I need your help.”
“I’ll be in the library this afternoon.”
“But I -”
“Not here. The library.”
“Fine. Fuck.”
—
Later that day he’s back in his usual study carrel and she sits down next to him.
“Let’s take one of the work rooms.” he says. Those were quite soundproof and they could talk without being overheard.
Once they were inside she says “You said you didn’t do hacking.”
“I don’t, so what?”
“Everyone I asked said talk to you.”
“So talk.”
“What the fuck?”
“Look, hacking grades is highly illegal, I’m just covering my ass. I gotta deny it every chance I get.”
“So you can do it?”
“I could, maybe, if the price is right.”
“How much?”
“I don’t want money.” Not that he didn’t need money, he did, but he was tired of being so alone and lonely. There was something else he wanted.
Not money? Oh, no fucking way, she thinks. This geek wants a blowjob or something? Not happening. But she’s desperate, so she has to ask. “OK, then what do you want?”
“A girlfriend.”
“The fuck? Look, I can pay, how much will it take? You want sex, I can pay you enough to hire a hooker for a weekend.”
“I told you, it’s not about money.”
“Seriously? I gotta fuck you for grades? Gross!”
“Nope, I don’t want sex, I want a girlfriend.”
“You want me to be your girlfriend? How the fuck is that supposed to work? I could just dump you once I get what I want.”
“It doesn’t have to be you, and it doesn’t have to be long term. I want a girlfriend for the next 3 weeks, including the Valentine’s Dance. And you’ll pay for all our dates and stuff.”
“You don’t want much, do you? Well, fuck off, it ain’t happening.”
“Then your grades are not gonna get fixed.”
“Even if I could, that’s too much, and-”
“You know it’s not just the computer stuff I gotta hack, right? There’s paper records that gotta be fixed too. You don’t know what you’re asking for, do you?”
Leila is looking worried now. “I thought it would just be like, fiddle with the numbers online and…”
“Nuh uh. You gotta back up the numbers with hard facts, papers, exams, all that stuff. The teacher who failed you will suddenly see you with a pass, and say ‘No Way!’ and they will check. They will KNOW they were hacked, and then you’re not only failing but cheating, and that’s gonna terminate your academic life, totally.”
“Fuck dammit! OK, so you want a girlfriend and a date for Valentines, and for me to pay for all of it?”
“Yup. Like I said, it doesn’t have to be you, she doesn’t even have to be pretty. I just want a girlfriend.”
“Fuck shit. Every person who gets involved makes this harder, and makes me more likely to get caught.”
“True.”
“I need this, it’s gonna fuck up my life if I don’t fix this grade.”
“How much are you willing to spend on this, in time, effort, and money?”
“Anything, everything. Fuck. Enough, I gotta think, I’ll let you know.”
“Sooner is better.”
“I know, I know, fuck!” She leaves, deep in thought, deep in worry.
—
Leila thinks about her friends, but none of them would ever do this for her, they’re total bitches. And even if one of them did, she would OWE her, and god knew what kind of fucking shit would be demanded in payback. Who else? He said she doesn’t have to be pretty… Okay, so basically anyone. Shit, none of the girls in their class would go for this, and none of them are dumb enough to be manipulated into it, not even the ugly ones. It’s gotta be someone who will go along with it even if she doesn’t want to. And who’d want to date that pathetic loser anyways?
Fuck!
So, she thinks, how much is this really worth to me?
Everything.
Everything? Even my boyfriend? Is it worth losing him?
Damn fuckin’ right it is.
Shit. I can’t do this! How the fuck did I get into this mess?
I fucked up, that’s how.
Slacker. Total fuckin’ slacker. No way out, no where to turn, no where to run. Fuck.
—
Monday morning she’s at his locker. “Hey” she says.
“Hey. Any decision on your problem?”
“I’m in, I’ll do it.”
“OK, meet me here after school, we’ll go somewhere to talk.”
—
Daniel starts making plans, figuring out all the stuff he’s gonna need, all the stuff he’s gonna require access to, figuring out how to make it work and how make it stick. He isn’t going to screw up his part of the bargain.
He knows he can do everything he needs to for this. He’s good at sneaking around, stealing stuff, picking locks, hacking stuff. Being a lowly nerd and an A+ student has allowed him to get away with so much shit. No one ever suspects the geek in the back corner of the room. Stories of hacking grades are mostly BS, because you can’t just ‘hack in’ to the system like in the movies. You need physical access to the network, and that means picking locks to get into places.
—
Monday at lunch, Leila has a huge breakup fight with her boyfriend in the crowded cafeteria. She dumps him, loudly, with style and deadly finality. The whole school is awash with the story. Daniel is impressed by the speed and power with which she’s moved on this. Maybe she’s really gonna do it.
—
After school, she finds him at his locker, he’s waiting for her.
“I hear you already set things in motion.”
“You could say that.”
“Let’s go to my house. We can talk there.”
15 minutes walk brings them to a small duplex. She’s never been in this crappy neighbourhood, never been in such a small, crummy place. Wow, do people actually LIVE like this? They sit down at the kitchen table.
“My Mom won’t be home till like 6, so we got time to talk. I take it you couldn’t find a proxy to pick up your end of the deal.”
“No. It was too complicated, and this is too important.”
“So it seems, if you’re putting yourself on the line like this. Dating a nerd like me.”
“It is, and it’s gotta work. Tell me this will fuckin’ work, cause if it doesn’t you’re dead.”
“Don’t threaten me, I am as much at risk as you in all this. If one of us gets caught we both get caught.”
“Fine, sorry.”
“Just sayin.”
“OK, so how will this work?” she asks.
“Lets start with the grades. What class is it?”
“Civics.”
“Civics?! You failed CIVICS?” he laughs at her.
Leila swats him on the arm. “Don’t fuckin laugh at me, asshole.”
“Sorry, its just, Civics is a joke. You gotta be a world class slacker to fail that.”
“Fuck. I know, it’s just… fuck!”
“Tell me about it, I need to know everything.”
“Fine, fuck, where do I start?”
“Start with what you did to fail Civics.”
“More like what I didn’t do. I screwed it, I totally screwed it.”
“Details please, the more I know, the better this will work.”
“Right, so Civics is like a guaranteed pass, so I just slacked off on it. I figured I’d breeze through and just ace it. I wrote the tests but I was high on one, and unprepared for the others. The term paper was sorta OK, I got a C minus on that. Basically wrote it an hour before the deadline. The final was a total fuckup. I was hung over, got everything wrong. I ended up with like a 40.”
“How many tests were there?”
“4 tests, a midterm, a paper, and the final.”
“Did they hand them back?”
“The quizzes and the midterm, yeah, but not the final.”
“What about the term paper?”
“Yeah, I got that back.”
“How bad was the final?”
“Total. Fucking. Disaster.”
“OK, so we’re gonna have to fix those quizzes and the midterm. Gotta fix the final too, that’s the tough one. The online stuff I can do for sure, but without the hard evidence to back it up, it’ll never fly. You think the teacher will forget someone who flunked Civics? No way. He’ll pull out that exam and you’ll be toast.”
“Fuck. Can you do it?”
“Yeah, I can do it.”
“Fuck yes!”
“But can you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Be my girlfriend.”
She looks him up and down, shrugs, it’s only for a few weeks, and says “You can’t be any worse than Brent. But I ain’t fuckin’ you for this, no way.”
“Sex isn’t part of it, I just want a girlfriend, you know, dates, parties, hanging out, someone to go to the Valentine’s Dance with.”
“That I can do.”
“OK then, bring me everything you got for Civics tomorrow. Dinner is at 6:30.”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah, I’ve invited my new girlfriend over to meet my Mom.”
“The fuck you say.”
“What else you got goin’ on?”
“Fuck. Right. How did I get myself into this?”
“Tomorrow night?”
“Yeah fine, tomorrow, 6:30.”
“Be here at 6 OK?”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Fuck my life.”
—
Tuesday at school, Daniel sees her and says “Hey Leila”.
She looks at him… “uh Hi?”
He looks at her, waiting.
“So? You need something?”
“Well, maybe a hug or a kiss.”
“The fuck you say?”
“Girlfriend, remember? Or are we done here?”
“Fuck, fine.” She hugs him and gives him a kiss. “We good now?” Good doesn’t describe it. She’s warm and soft and smells wonderful, and that kiss was awesome.
“Uh, yah, good, real good. But ahh…”
“But what?”
“When I said girlfriend, I meant it. Not a secret girlfriend who ignores me at school.”
“Yeah, OK, I get it. You know my friends are gonna start talkin shit about you.”
“Tell them to shut it or get lost, then. Cause any time they disparage me they disparage you. We’re an item now.”
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you? I thought you were just fuckin’ me around.”
“Well, yeah, I’m serious.”
“Fine. Oh, here, I got the stuff you wanted.” as she hands him a folder.
He flips through the material, eyebrows raised. Very neatly organized.
“I’m not stupid, I’m just lazy sometimes. I know how to keep track of my work, I know how to study. It was just this one stupid thing, you know?”
“I get it. OK, so see you at 6 then” and they share another hug and a kiss. She’s not impressed by how he kisses, but Daniel is blown away by how great it feels, to kiss this awesome girl, in public, like he IS someone, instead of the faceless Nerd he’s always been.
—
Tuesday night after school, Daniel is making dinner when Leila arrives.
“Wow. So you cook too?”
“It’s just my Mom and me, Dad skipped before I was born. We don’t have much. I told my Mom I had a girlfriend, and you were coming for dinner tonight. She’s excited to meet you.”
“I’ll bet. You’ve never had a girlfriend before, huh?”
“Nope. You’re the first.”
“So your Mom’s excited, you’re finally entering normal social circles and stuff?”
“Pretty much, she was concerned that I was too much of a loner.”
“Well, you are. The way you dress, your haircut, your look, it just reeks of ‘nerd’. Scares girls away, they think you’re some kind of freak.”
“Is it going to bother you that much, being seen with me?”
Leila sighs. “Yeah, sort of. You got this Nerd stigma. I’m gonna get all kinds of crap about dating you.”
“Then buy me some new clothes, get me a better haircut, change my look. I can change that stuff, it’s all superficial.”
“I can do that? You’re not gonna be all like ‘no way I won’t change’?”
“Nuh uh. I dress like this ’cause I can’t afford new clothes, thrift store stuff is all I get. The haircut? That’s my Mom. You see this place, we barely get by here. I work part time to help out.”
“Shit. Sorry. Look, I’ll take you shopping after school tomorrow OK?”
“Nope, I gotta make dinner. How about after, like 7? Stores be open then?”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll pick you up at 7.”
Daniel’s Mom arrives, and he introduces Leila. They sit down to eat and chit chat ensues. His Mom starts making pointed inquiries, starts asking personal questions. All she sees is some upscale fraud slumming with her son. She sees the designer labels, the subtle makeup, real jewelry, expensive hairstyle. Leila starts getting huffy.
Daniel puts a hand on his Mom’s arm. “Hey, stop it. Look, Leila, my Mom is just being protective, OK? And Mom, lighten up. She’s just my girlfriend, we’re not picking out rings, we just started dating.”
Both of them realize they’d been claws-out without intending to. They back down and conversation flows more easily, and dinner ends peacefully. After helping Daniel with the dishes, he invites Leila to his room.
“Your Mom is a strong woman. She takes no prisoners and gives no shits, huh?”
“Yah. I think you impressed her too.”
They sit on his bed and he says “We’ll work on your tests and term paper this weekend. Can you come over, or should I go to your place?”
“I dunno if I want you at my house.”
“Why not?”
“Oh, right. ‘Boyfriend’. I suppose I should invite you for dinner on Saturday, too?”
Daniel smiles. “Sure.”
“All right, I’ll see what I can arrange. Let you know.”
He pulls out her folder, explains how he’s going to doctor the test. “I’m going to Photoshop the page, remove the wrong answers, reprint it, then you write in better ones.”
“Cool.”
“You still have the same pen you wrote the tests with? We gotta match it exactly. I have to use the same paper and ink for the replacements too.”
“Yeah, I use the same pen for everything.”
“Stop using it, get a new one for everything else, save the original for Civics. ‘Cause you just know it will go dry exactly when you need it most.”
He puts the papers on his desk.
“So now what?” she asks.
“I dunno. Kiss me?”
“Really?”
“Girlfriend. That’s what we’d do right?”
“Right.” she laughs.
They kiss, but he’s too hard and too sloppy at the same time. She corrects him, explains what he needs to do, and they kiss some more. Leila continues to give him directions and he improves quickly.
“Not bad.” she says.
“Thanks.”
They make out for a while, and she starts feeling aroused. He’s actually not too bad at this. But it’s getting late.
“I should be going.”
“All right. Hey, can I ask you for something?”
“What?”
“Ease up on the swearing and the attitude a bit, at least around me. Please?”
“The fuck?”
“Exactly. It makes me a little uncomfortable. I save swearing for the times it’s really needed. That way, when I do swear, it has more impact.”
She looks pissed for a moment, but sighs and says “Sure, fine, I’ll try. It can’t hurt, right? But if I do swear, don’t fuckin rag on me, OK?”
They go downstairs, Leila says goodbye to his Mom, gives Daniel a kiss at the door and she leaves. His Mom has lots of questions about Leila, some of which he can’t answer, but he does his best to make her sound like a decent person, not one of the Mean Girls clique.
—
Wednesday at school, Leila starts playing the girlfriend part. After all, he is making this work, and now she has a project too. She can try to rebuild him and make a proper boyfriend outta him. After all, she’s stuck with him until Valentine’s day. She hangs out with him, makes physical contact, and the like. He’s pleased and tells her she’s doing great. Hah, of course she is, she’s The Fox.
Her girlfriends are starting to ask questions, wanting to know how and why this gross little freak has taken Brent’s place. She tells them to mind their own fuckin’ business, and if they think Brent is so hot, go for it, he’s available. Her friends do not know what to make of all this, it’s just too weird.
That afternoon Daniel walks her home after school.
“So you’re walking me home? What’s with that?”
“I’m your boyfriend,” he says, “It’s what I do, right?”
“I guess.” She laughs, saying “Its kind of romantically nerdy.”
“Of course. I am a romantic nerd.”
She laughs again, says “Thanks for walking with me, I’ll pick you up at 7.”
****
She pulls up outside Daniel’s house. His Mom’s beat up old civic is in the driveway. Daniel comes out, his Mom waves from the door. Leila waves back.
“OK, so where are we off to first?”
“Haircut. There’s a place that’s open late, it’s a unisex salon, they’ll do a good job.”
“Salon? I dunno…”
“Trust me, I’ve gotta be seen with you, so I want you to look as good as possible.”
“Okay.”
She talks to the stylist, explaining what she wants. The stylist looks at Daniel, who shrugs and says “I am at her mercy. Please be gentle.” The stylist laughs, he understands completely. The cut turns out nice, he looks good.
The Mall is the next stop, she drags him to 3 places in quick succession.
“What’s the rush?” he asks.
“This place closes at 10, and I want to make sure we got everything.”
He ends up with 5 shirts, a pair of jeans, 2 pairs of khakis, board shorts, socks, underwear, plus a jacket, sunglasses and 2 pairs of shoes. He’s shocked at how much everything costs, and how little she seems to care about price. She has a credit card and just swipes it at everything. Must be nice. Leila gets him to change into some of the new stuff in the dressing room of the last place.
“Damn, you look fine!” she says.
“Thanks, it feels weird, but yeah, looks good.”
—
Thursday at lunch Daniel’s buddies are checking out his new style. The other nerds are impressed. “Dude what happened to you?”
“Leila happened.”
“Leila, like THAT Leila? Shit, she just broke up with Brent!”
“She’s my girlfriend now.”
“You are shitting me.”
“No fuckin way!”
“Dude no way, you gotta tap that.”
“How the Fuck did you pull that off?”
“Speak of the devil…”
Leila comes along with her lunch tray, sits with them, gives him a hug and a smooch. The guys are freaked out. Never in a million years would this hot, snooty bitch ever be seen near them. But there she is. All over Daniel like fuck. The group dynamic of the Nerd Table is wrecked. Same for the table Leila’s friends sit at. High school social strata are strange and delicate things, and it doesn’t take much to upset the status quo. Leila’s defection from the Mean Girls table to the Nerds is a shock.
—
Thursday night Leila goes home with Daniel. She’s having dinner with them again.
“What’s on the menu?”
“Spaghetti and meatballs.”
“Where is everything? I want to help.”
“Why?”
“I’m your girlfriend.”
For some reason Leila wants Daniel’s Mom to like her. She never worried or cared about any boy’s parents before… She wonders a bit, but doesn’t want to think too much about it. They get everything out, and start cooking. He sets the table for three, and dinner is ready by the time his Mom arrives home.
After dinner they head up to his room. She moves close to kiss him, and they make out for a while. She gets a little wet, despite telling herself this wasn’t real, she’s just a pretend girlfriend. But Daniel kisses real nice, now that she showed him how. Better than any other boy ever did. And he’s not pushy about it, he’s sweet and gentle.
It starts getting late, she says she better go.
“I’ll drive you home.”
“You don’t hafta.”
“I want to, it’s the, ah, boyfriend kind of thing to do.”
“OK, and hey, Saturday night, come for dinner?”
“Sure.”
She says goodnight to his Mom, and Daniel drives her home.
—
Friday afternoon he walks her home again, and she invites him in. He meets her mother. She seems like a nice lady. Pretty, stylish, friendly. Their house is absolutely huge, and it’s decorated like a magazine layout. Wow.
“We’re gonna be in my room.”
Her Mom gives Daniel the eye and says “You two behave yourselves.”
“Yes ma’am.” he says.
Her room is nice, in a very girly pink ruffles sort of way. And huge. Almost the size of Daniel’s entire upstairs. And she has her own bathroom.
“Wow.” he says.
‘What? Not what you expected?”
“Didn’t know what to expect, really. This is huge.”
She shrugs. “So how is our project going?”
“I’m breaking into the school tonight to steal your exam. Then I gotta get you to make the fixes and I can replace it.”
“Break in? Like actual B&E stuff?”
“Uh huh.”
“Where did you learn that kinda shit?”
“You would not believe the stuff I got into the last few years. I took some locksmith classes online, bought some tools, watched a bunch of videos, practiced a lot. Anyways, its gotta be done. Just hacking the grades on the server won’t make it real. Like I said, when the shit hits the fan, the teacher is going to say No Way, and they’ll investigate. But when all the paper matches the numbers online, they can’t argue with it.”
“OK. So you’ll need me to write some stuff on the replacement then?”
“Yeah, I’ll let you know once I have it figured out. I should have it ready for when I come over for dinner.”
“Wow, that’s fast! Thank you.”
They kiss and make out for a while, and she’s surprised that he isn’t pushing for more, she’d always assumed he would be after her for a quick fuck by now, despite what he’d said initially about ‘no sex’. But he never even grabbed her tits yet. She’s never dated an actual ‘nice guy’ before. This is sorta making her hot for him.
“I gotta go,” he says, “Lots of work to do for tonight.”
“Work?”
“Yeah, security cameras, alarm systems, and then find your exam. It may take a while.”
“OK, good luck then.” She sees him out, and kisses him goodbye. She finds all this James Bond spy stuff really hot. She never suspected he did this kind of shit.
—
Friday o-dark-thirty
Daniel hacks the security cameras and bypasses the alarms. Not really difficult, as it’s only a school, not a bank or anything. Picking the lock on the door behind the auto shop was trivial. They don’t use really high security locks on these things.
He sneaks around to find the teacher’s office, keeping a watchful eye in case someone else is around, like janitors. Daniel picks the first file cabinet lock, and starts hunting for last term finals in Civics. Stupid teacher doesn’t label the cabinets, so he has to open them all. Eventually he finds the right set of files. Pulls Leila’s exam, tags the spot with a sticky note so he can put it back in the exact same place. Checks the desk for the same colour pen used to mark the exam. He finds a red one that matches, ah yes, consistency is wonderful. One more stop to break into a supply room to grab a pack of the paper the school uses to print everything. Watermarks on the paper will match too, a perfect fake.
He locks up, gets out, re-enables security cameras and alarms. Getting out is always tricky, especially when you’ve been successful. Your adrenaline is up, and you’re over-confident. He gets home very late, but everything looks good so far.
—
Saturday morning after breakfast he reviews the exam, and determines which answers need to be changed. Just redoing a few pages will change this from a 40 to a 75. Nice. He finishes photo-shopping the exam, then sets to work on the midterm and quizzes. He finishes and puts everything in a folder for tonight.
He texts Leila.
+all set for tonight. what time?+
She replies immediately.
+be here @5+
—
Saturday night Daniel shows up, and meets Leila’s Dad. They sit and chat with her folks for a while, then it’s time for dinner. It’s a nice meal, they seem like friendly people, wealthy but not ostentatious or pretentious. They ask about him, his interests, his grades, his career plans, where he’s going to University, the usual nosy parents routine. They’re impressed with Daniel, much more so than her last boyfriend.
After dinner Leila asks if Daniel can stay to work on a school project, and she’ll drive him home later. Her folks say they’re fine with that. Up in her room, he organizes the Civics papers on her desk. He’s scripted the new answers for her. She reads through them, and says “Hey, this part’s wrong.”
“Yeah, we want some wrong stuff, so it matches the rest of the exam. If it’s perfect then it’ll be suspicious. I got the teacher’s pen to mark it up with, too.”
“What’s my final mark gonna be?”
“75. Is that all right?”
“Let me check. OK, here’s my other marks, and if this term goes the same way I’ll have an 87 average.”
“Holy shit! 87?”
“I told you, I’m not stupid, I just slacked off. Civics is supposed to be a free ride. I was gonna graduate summa cum laude, and this stupid shit would ruin my chances at a scholarship.”
“So will it work with 75?”
She flips open her laptop, whips up a quick spreadsheet, pops in all the numbers, and checks the results. “Fuck, it’s close, but OK, 75 is good. I’ll still have better than an 85 average. Let’s do it.”
She starts copying out the new answers on the assignments and tests, and as she finishes each sheet he marks them up with the red pen. He’s careful to match the style of writing the teacher used. Halfway through, her Mom pops in to see how things are going. She was worried they were fooling around up here, but instead finds them hard at work on what appears to be an actual school project.
“We’re good Mom, won’t take long to finish this.”
“Okay then.” She kisses her daughter on the head and smiles at the two of them as she leaves.
“Was your Mom checking up on us?”
“Uh huh, I think so.”
They finish the Civics work, and he says “You keep your stuff, and I’ll replace the final tomorrow.”
“Great. Hey, did you want to go out or something, it’s only like 10.”
“Sure, I guess, where did you want to go?”
“It’s Saturday night. There’s always a party somewhere, I’ll check around. You want to go?”
“Sure. And thank you for asking, that’s like, real girlfriend stuff.”
“Well, I am, right? That was the deal.”
“OK, let me text my Mom and tell her I’ll be late.”
They checked their phones, he says “OK great, all set.” She notices he’s got an old phone, so old it’s like embarrassing. Maybe she can buy him a new one.
“Yeah, party at Alison’s, they have a beast of a sound system, dancing will be great.”
“Ah well, might be a problem there, I dunno how to dance.”
“Really?”
“Well, yeah. Nerd. Remember? No social life.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you, it isn’t rocket science.”
“Rocket science I can handle, stuff like dancing, not so much.”
“Seriously, do not worry about this, let’s go.”
She finds her parents in the living room. “Hey, can we borrow the car, we’re going to a party.”
“Sure, but no drinking, no drugs, and be back by 1 am.”
She grabs the keys, and digs a few things out of her purse, stuffing ID and money in her bra. Daniel stares at her in shock. “What?” she says, “It’s easier than trying to keep track of a purse.”
“Where do you put the car keys?”
“In YOUR pocket, dumb-ass. Lets go.”
Out on the edge of town, they find Alison’s place. There’s a lot of cars in the drive and on the side of the road. She parks and gives him the keys. They can hear the thump of the music in the air.
“Looks like a good turnout, come on.”
They go inside, the music is much louder, and she leads him to the source, a greatroom, high ceilings, oak beams, furniture pushed to the sides, people dancing. Leila pulls him outside onto the heated deck where it’s less crowded, only a few couples are out here in the cold, smoking or necking. She teaches him to dance, shows him what to do, gets him comfortable with it.
“It’s gettin’ cold out here.” he says, shivering despite the warmth from the propane heaters.
“Yeah, well, more incentive to learn, so we can dance inside. You ready?”
“I guess so.”
Leila leads him into the big room again, the warmth is nice, and she drags him onto the dance floor.
“That’s it, you’re doing great!” she yells in his ear, the only way to be heard over the throbbing beat. They dance, break for a drink, and go back to dancing. Daniel is enjoying himself immensely. People seem friendly and happy here, and Leila is stunning, her body moving like that is hypnotizing. The slow dances are a whole new world of sensuality he’s never encountered before. She was grinding on him, their contact more than physical, and he finds himself lost in her eyes, her lips, her presence. She keeps bumping and grinding on his erection, laughing at the look on his face. Leila is having a wonderful time, she’s never had a guy react like this before. She discovers she likes being the dominant one.
They share a cooler, and Daniel mentions her Dad’s ‘no drinking’ admonition. She laughs at him, saying “Don’t worry, we’ll dance this off pretty quick!”
The dancing continued, and Daniel thought it was wonderful. They were heating up and she wiped sweat from her brow, suggested they go outside to cool off a bit. When the chill air hit them, they moved close together to share the heat radiating from themselves. Daniel suddenly realized that he’d made a mistake with this ‘girlfriend for grades’ deal. He was falling for her. No. Already fallen, big time. This was going to break him when she left.
She kissed him, their tongues twinning and swirling together, continuing the intimate dance they were wrapped up in. They made out for a while, until their sweat cooled, and the chill made itself known again. Leila pulled him back inside to get another drink and continue dancing. On one of their breaks, she noticed the clock in the kitchen said 1:15 so it was time to go.
Outside, he gave her the keys and she drove him home. They kissed for a few minutes in the car, and she said ‘good night’, then drove home, hoping that she wasn’t so late her folks would complain.
Her Dad was still up watching a movie, but all he said was “Did you two have fun tonight?”
“Yeah, it was great. Daniel’s really nice. Sorry I’m late, I had to drop him off.”
“That’s fine” he said and wished her goodnight.
—
Sunday morning Daniel slept in. When he got up, his Mom asked him when he got home, and he said around 2 AM.
“That was awful late. How long do these parties go?”
“I dunno. We left around 1:30 but we uh, stopped to make out in the car a bit. The party was crowded, no place private for that.”
She smiled at him, remembering her own youth, and how much fun makeouts were. “Well, you just be careful, OK? Don’t get her pregnant.”
“I know, I know. I get how much an unintended pregnancy can affect your life.”
“I’m just looking out for you honey, please be careful.”
“I will.” And of course he won’t have to, because that’s not part of the deal.
It was time for the technically difficult part of the process, hacking the school board. It’s every nerd’s dream to do something like this, but it’s not at all easy or assured in real life. The only way is to have physical access to their network, as that’s a huge part of it – access. He spent the rest of the morning doing preliminary work, ate lunch, then went back to the school. It was risky doing this in daylight, but it got him on the network. He’s done stuff like this before, so he knew what he was doing, but it still took time and care.
He broke in through the auto shop again, then checked several offices before he found an idiot who kept their password on a sticky note next to the computer. There was always one. So fuckin’ stupid, just like in the movie Ready Player One.
It was almost two hours before he was done. He’d found the grade database, made the adjustments to match the new hardcopy. Then he’d had to find the audit trails and patch those. Finally, he dealt with the backups. Once the backups were overwritten with the new grades there was no longer any record of her original grades available online. There might still be a tape or disk stored offsite. And even if there was, the circumstances of needing to use it would only be if there was a catastrophic failure, like the Board Offices burning down.
He also had to replace the exam. At least this time he knew which file cabinet to open. Daniel snuck out of the school again and went home. It was hard to sit still through dinner as he was so keyed up.
After dinner he called Leila. “Hey, all done.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but I think the transcripts were already mailed out with your failed grade. You’ll have to challenge it when you get the letter, then they can issue a new one. That’s when the teacher will start looking for proof that you failed, and he won’t find it. So it’s not entirely over, but close.”
“Awesome!”
“So, our deal…?”
“I’m still your girlfriend until Valentines. I’m not going to fucking bail on you. We had a deal, and I’ll stand by it.”
“Thanks, so do you want to do something tonight, to celebrate?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno. A date maybe?”
“Oh, OK. Where you gonna take me?”
“I don’t know, I’m new at this. Where do you want to go?”
“How about a movie?”
“All right. And Leila…?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you go to the Valentine’s Dance with me? I never officially asked.”
“Yes, of course I will. I’m your girlfriend, remember?”
“Thanks!”
“What time you picking me up?”
“In uh, half an hour?”
“Perfect.”
She is really starting to like him, despite being forced to play the girlfriend. She’s starting to think that it wasn’t such a bad deal. Her asshat ex was such a dick, now that she has someone to compare him with. She cuddles with Daniel during the movie, and she gives him a smoking hot kiss goodnight. This is a much nicer date than her usual experience. Daniel is thoughtful, respectful and gentle. Very different.
—
On Monday morning Leila’s Mom finds her transcript in the mail, and she’s pissed. There’s gonna be words when her daughter gets home… This is not what she expected.
Leila’s Mom showed her the grades when she got home, and Leila acted totally surprised, and told her it was wrong, it should be like 70 something, not a fail. Her Mom asked her for all her term work, and said she had called the school already. “I have an appointment with the vice principal tomorrow, we’re going to get this straightened out.”
Leila called Daniel that night, and told him what her Mom was doing about her grades. “She’s pissed. She’s going to the school to see about it tomorrow.”
“This is exactly what I expected.”
“I know, I know, but it’s still a little scary. Fuck, I’m glad you made me do all that other stuff.”
“Don’t stress too much about it.”
She sighs. “Right, I’ll try, g’nite.”
—
Tuesday morning Leila’s Mom meets with the VP. “So what can I do for you? Apparently there was some problem with your daughter’s transcript?”
“Yes, there’s something wrong! It shows she failed a class she should have passed.”
“Oh, well let’s see.”
“Here, this shows 45, but I have all her term work, and she was on track for a 70 at least.”
He looks through the folder and says “Well, that’s definitely a concern.” He sends a text to the teacher.
“He’ll be here in 15 minutes, on his break. I asked him to find her exam and bring that along, too. In the meantime, let me look up the records on the computer.”
He checks the student ID number on the transcript, and looks her up.
“That’s strange. It shows she got a pass. 75%. Hmmm, not up to her usual standard, but certainly not what the transcript shows.”
When the teacher arrived, he was apprised of the situation, and he handed the VP Leila’s exam. The VP reviewed it and said it matched the records on the database.
The teacher looks confused. “I think I remember this student, her performance was remarkably poor. May I see the exam again? Is that her course work?”
The teacher reviewed it all and said, “Well, it looks like a solid pass to me. Sorry, I must have her confused with someone else. I need to get to class now, do you need me anymore?”
“No, thanks, I’ll handle this.”
The teacher leaves with the exam, and VP says “I will have a new transcript sent out. Sorry about all this fuss. Must be a glitch in the system or something.”
“No problem, it was just so concerning, what with her university applications being based on this.”
—
Wednesday after school they walk to Daniel’s house. Leila is staying for dinner. It’s pasta again, so they get busy in the kitchen, boiling water and heating up the sauce. When his Mom gets home, she greets Leila warmly.
“So nice to see you again Leila. How are you two doing at school? Everything good?”
“I had an error on my last term’s transcript, but my Mom got it straightened out.”
“Oh, my! Is yours OK Daniel?”
“Yeah, it’s fine, no problems there.”
Dinner was pleasant, and afterward they excused themselves to his room. “Don’t forget what I said” his Mom warned.
“What was that about?” asks Leila once they’re in his room.
“She doesn’t want to become a grandmother yet, so she told me to be careful.”
“Whoa, she’s pretty upfront about this isn’t she?”
“She knows exactly how difficult having a kid too young can be.”
“Meaning you?”
“Yeah, me.”
“Fuck. I thought she looked really young.”
“Well, we don’t have to worry about that.”
“Why not?”
“Well, like I said at the start, sex isn’t part of the deal, so…”
“Yeah, well, I can still do all the other girlfriend stuff with you. Like right now, I was hoping we could make out a bit.”
“Hoping?”
She looked a little shy all of a sudden. “Daniel, I like you, you’re pretty cool. You’re smart, you’re funny, and kinda cute. So yeah, hoping.”
She kisses him, pushes him back onto the bed, and straddles him, smiling deviously. Leila leans down to kiss him, and starts touching him, his face, neck, shoulders, chest, arms, everywhere she can reach from here. His hands run up her thighs and stop at her waist, holding her to himself. She moans into their kiss.
Leila sits up and peels off her top, then starts pulling at his. She gets their shirts off and then ditches her bra. He stares in amazement at her. This is the first pair of real live tits he’s ever seen. Wow. Firm, round, not too big, very pale, with peach coloured nipples. Fan Fuckin Tastic. She’s not huge, but certainly not small either.
She runs her hands over him again, and he’s shocked by the feeling of her fingers on his bare skin. He reaches out to reciprocate, grabbing at her breasts. He grabs too hard, and she corrects him. That’s better!
“Leila, you’re fucking beautiful!” he says. Her tits are generous handfuls of firm, pliable flesh, capped with nubbly areolas and hard nipples.
“Swearing for effect?”
“Fuck yes.”
She giggles, and kisses him again. He starts to play with her nipples, and pinches a little too hard, so she corrects him again. “You need to be very gentle, with everything, OK?”
Now he’s got it. Oh, damn, she thinks, he’s so good at this!
Leila leans down to kiss and lick and suck at his nipples. His hands go to her head now, fingers tangling in her raven waves. “Fuck. Wow.” he groans. She sits up, then leans forward to give him access to lick her tits. He’s got the idea now, soft and gentle is best. He kisses each nipple, back and forth, then spreads his kisses all over her tits. He starts sucking her nipples now, one, then the other, then starts to suck harder, lick faster, and Leila feels herself getting really wet now.
She loves how eager he is, and how well he follows exactly what she wants, to give her what feels best. And how he doesn’t push for more, how hot he makes her feel. And he’s content to just keep doing this, making her feel so good, for so long. When it’s time to go she laments “Fuck, you got me all worked up and now I gotta leave unsatisfied.”
“I did? Wow. Sorry.”
She laughs, “Don’t be sorry, it’s a good thing.” Then she leans down and kisses him with passion, grinding on his crotch.
When she pulls back from their kiss, he groans “Oh Fuck.”
He already came a while ago. Having her sitting on his crotch like that was literally too much for him.
She pulls on her shirt and stuffs her bra in her bag. “Can you drive me home?”
“Sure.” He pulls on his shirt, leaving it untucked to hide the Great Wet Spot on his pants, and they go downstairs. His Mom asks if they had a good time, and they both blush and say “Yeah”.
“I’m driving Leila home. Be back soon.”
—
Thursday morning found them walking to school, hand in hand. He’d gotten up early so he could get to her place before she left.
“So was last night OK?” he asks.
She blushes, which surprises him, as she’s usually so confident all the time. “Yeah, you got me all worked up.”
“Worked up?”
“Horny, really horny.”
His eyebrows raise in surprise.
“You kiss great you know, you learned fast, what I like, how I like it.”
“That was easy, I just paid attention to your feedback.”
“Well, no one else ever did, so yeah, I got totally cranked up.” She’s blushing hard now. “And I masturbated when I got home.”
“Wow.”
“Really? ‘Wow’? That’s all you got?”
“Fuck wow.”
“Ha ha ha, that’s better.”
—
Friday night Leila picked him up and they went out for dinner. She made sure he was dressed nice, as it was a really fine restaurant. They had a long, slow, romantic meal by candlelight. Daniel has fallen under her spell, will do anything for her now. She’s beautiful, she’s smart, she’s his dream girl now.
After dinner they go back to his house. Up in his room, they start making out, they kiss and cuddle together on the bed. Leila starts feeling hot and wet, very pleased with how well Daniel has learned to literally push all her buttons. She stands up and peels off her dress. She’s not wearing a bra today, and now she’s just in a pair of lacy blue panties. Daniel thinks her tits are magnificent, all of her is magnificent!
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She giggles, and says “Swear for emphasis?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
She pulls at his shirt, and they quickly wrestle it off. “You remember your lessons? You know what I like?”
“God, yes.”
He starts fondling, touching, stroking, licking, sucking, he’s so patient, so attentive, and does it exactly the way she loves it, the way she needs it. She’s not just wet now, she’s soaked, and starting to tingle down there.
“Oh fuck, you’re so good at this.”
“I had a good teacher.”
“Mmmmmm yeah, more, like that, ahhh, yeah.”
They continue to make out, Leila likes being on top of him, watching him, teasing him. He cums in his pants twice while she grinds on him. These pants are going in the laundry tonight for sure.
When it gets late, they dress and go downstairs. Daniel asked his Mom if he could borrow the car keys to drive Leila home. She handed him the keys and a $20 bill, saying “Drive safe. And speaking of safe, here’s some money for condoms. If you’re gonna screw around, don’t screw it up.”
Leila squeaked and blushed bright red and Daniel said “Geeze Mom, do you have to be so weird about this?”
“You know why, young man. And Leila, do NOT make the same mistakes I made when I was your age. If you’re gonna fool around, be careful about it.”
On the drive over to Leila’s house she said “Your Mom is, uh, wow, really forthright about sex, isn’t she?”
“Yeah. She had me when she was 19. It really borked up her life. She’s trying to protect me, but at the same time, she wants me to enjoy myself. So she’s really insistent about safe sex. She knows she can’t stop us from fooling around, so she wants to make sure we do it safely.”
“Wow. OK, that’s just so different. My parents would freak if they knew I was having sex, so I always snuck around with Brent. Sorry, shit, I shouldn’t talk about my ex like that.”
“S’ok. You might have to sneak around at your house, but not mine. If we’re being responsible about it, my Mom isn’t going to say anything.”
“So, we could do it at your house?”
“I thought sex was not part of the deal?”
“It isn’t, but we’ve done some stuff already that I didn’t expect to do with you. I’m just, you know, thinkin’ about stuff.”
“Wow. Well, you know I won’t push you to have sex, not part of the deal, but if you want to, I ain’t gonna say no.”
“Yeah, OK. Good night.” She kisses him and gets out of the car. Daniel waits until she’s inside before leaving.
—
Over the next week she’s always with him, always touching him, lots of PDA. She comes for dinner a couple of more times and she invites him over again. They’re studying together, and working on a group project as a team in one class. Daniel is smitten with her, and is getting nervous about their impending breakup, but he’s also excited about the big dance coming up.
Leila is trying to deal with her feelings for Daniel. This was just going to be a few weeks of pretend-girlfriend stuff, and she figured she could put up with the snarkiness from her friends for that long if it fixed her grades. But he’d turned out to be a really nice guy once she got to know him. He was a good kisser, no, fuck, he was a great kisser, and despite spending so much time with him, he didn’t come across as clingy. An he treated her like he thought she was smart. And she was, but other guys never acted like that, they always treated her like she was a ditz.
She was moping around the house one evening worrying about what was going to happen after Valentines Day, and her Mom sat down to talk with her. She’d seen her daughter change over the last couple of weeks, and wondered if she was OK. She was reluctant to speak at first, but her Mom persisted. Once Leila actually tried putting her feelings into words, she realized that she really cared about Daniel. Cared like she never did for anyone else before. And it was losing him next week that was bothering her so much. She thanked her Mom for listening and started making plans.
The Valentines Dance was on a Saturday night. Leila bought a new dress for the occasion, and rented a tux for Daniel. He was unhappy with that, thinking he’s gonna be the only guy there in the full monkey suit. But she insisted, since it’s the culmination of their deal. “Gotta be done right”, she says. Leila rented a limo and told Daniel to be ready at 5 pm. They had reservations at a fancy restaurant, fancy enough that his tux wouldn’t look out of place.
The long white car car pulled up in front of Daniel’s house and the driver opened the passenger door to let Leila out. Daniel and his Mom stood on the front porch watching as Leila stalked up the short walkway. Stalked. Slinked. Sashayed. Whatever it was, Daniel’s reaction was mostly evidenced by his jaw hanging open.
“Wow. Leila, you look amazing!” said his Mom. Daniel was still silent, gaping at her. The little red dress was cut and fit perfectly, enhancing her figure. Sleeveless, with a deeply cut back and plunging neckline, it showed off her smoothly muscled shoulders and back, and displayed an alluring but not ridiculous amount of cleavage. It wasn’t too short either, coming in at knee length, but when she moved, the dress flowed and swung, swirled and lifted, showing off fleeting glimpses of her thighs. Everything was perfect, her hair, nails, shoes, makeup, jewelry, she was absolutely stunning.
Leila walked up to him, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said “Let’s go.” As they walked to the car she turned back to give his Mom with a questioning look. She got a smile and thumbs-up in response. Everything was ready.
The trip to the restaurant was mostly a tongue-tied Daniel trying to express how beautiful Leila looked. It took most of dinner to get him to calm down enough to communicate. When they arrived at the dance, the limo made for a really impressive entrance. Leila was one of the most beautiful girls at the party, and Daniel was certainly not the only guy in a tux. They looked really good together.
Leila and Daniel danced all night and enjoyed themselves immensely. Especially for Daniel, this was a dream come true. A real date with a beautiful girl. Too bad he’d actually fallen in love with her. Tomorrow was going to be so depressing when she was gone from his life. But for now, it was awesome, the other people were friendly, everyone was having a great time, and even the bitchy Mean Girls were complimentary.
When the evening finally came to an end, the limo was waiting for them. She kissed him and held him as they cruised the streets back to his house. “This is where our deal ends, Daniel. Thank you for fixing my grades.”
“Thanks for the girlfriend experience. It’s more, it’s better, than I’d hoped, or even dreamed. Bye Leila.” He kissed her one last time, and managed not to cry until he got to his front door. Turning for one last look, he watched the limo pull away. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve, shook himself, and went inside. His Mom was up waiting for him.
“So how did it go? Did you two have fun?”
“Yeah, great. Uh, sorry, I can’t talk right now. I’m gonna go to bed.” His Mom watched him as he slowly trudged up the stairs, then she reached into the front closet and pulled out an overnight bag, setting it by the door. She went upstairs, into her bedroom and sat on the bed, waiting…
The doorbell rang, followed by someone banging on the front door. She got up, pulled her car keys out of her purse, and stepped into the hall. When Daniel came out of his room, half undressed, she said “Get the rest of your tux off and go answer the door. Here, you’ll need these.” she said, tossing him the keys.
Mystified, Daniel caught the keys, then quickly ditched the formal wear and slipped on some sweat pants, sneakers, and a t-shirt. The doorbell and the banging continued, making him a bit frustrated and angry. What the fuck was going on?!
He yanked open the door to find Leila standing there in her little red dress with a backpack over her shoulder. There was no limo, no one else, just her.
“Leila?”
“Hi Daniel. Grab your bag, let’s go!”
He looked down to see the bag by the door, then back at Leila. “What…?”
“Bag. Now. Let’s go.”
“What? Where?” he said, picking up the bag, and following her as she went to his Mom’s car. He punched the unlock on the fob, and she threw her backpack in the back seat and climbed into the passenger side. He followed suit, and sat behind the wheel. “What’s going on?”
“Start the car. Drive. That way.”
“Leila, what-”
“Start. The. Car.”
He sighed and fired up the engine, then pulled out and went in the direction she had indicated. She directed him through a few turns, but just said “Quiet. Not yet.” when he tried to speak with her. They pulled up to a small motel on the edge of town. “Number 5” she said, pointing to one of the doors, so he pulled in to that spot.
She got out, then grabbed her bag from the back seat. In a daze, Daniel got his bag and followed her. She led him into the room, shut the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. Leila patted the bed next to her “Sit down. We need to talk.”
‘We need to talk’. That particular phrase isn’t one that’s ever been directed at him before, but he knew it was trouble.
“Our deal is over, I’ve paid in full. Right?”
“Yeah. It was perfect.”
“And now I feel like shit.” she said.
“What?”
“This, this whole thing, it’s been making me crazy.”
“Huh?”
“I, look, it feels so wrong when I realize that I was, like, prostituting myself.”
He looks surprised. “What?”
“I was giving you the ‘girlfriend experience’ in return for your technical expertise. That makes me feel like a hooker, no matter what hair you want to split, even if we didn’t actually have sex.”
Daniel frowns. “So what are we doing here?”
“Shit, how can I say this? Look, I was desperate, and you were my only way out of the mess I was in. I literally would have agreed to have sex with you, but I didn’t want it to be like that. I’d feel dirty, it would’ve made me sick. So I tried to push the girlfriend thing when you mentioned it, and leave sex off the table.”
“Leila you…”
“No, let me finish. This was so important to me I would have literally fucked you for better grades. That is the single sluttiest thing I can conceive of, and I was reduced to that. And fuck, it pissed me off. You offered me an out, just be your girlfriend, no sex, and I was so fuckin’ happy about that, I jumped on it. But it was still wrong.”
“I’m sorry. I should’ve just accepted money, but I wanted something more, a chance at an experience I never had.”
“I understand. Look, I found out I like you, a lot. Too much maybe. More than the deal required, and I want to be your girlfriend now, for real. No more games. Can we start again?”
“Really?”
“Really, yeah. Fuck yeah, swear for emphasis.” Leila snuggles up to him and says “Kiss me.” Their lips meet, and they both melt into the kiss. She’s his dream, he cannot believe this is real. Leila knows he’s learned how to make her feel better than any other guy ever did. And she WANTS that.
She puts her hands on his cheeks, pulls him away, looks him in the eye.
“The deal is over, and I brought you here so we could take the next step. We’re gonna spend the night together. Are you ready to lose your virginity?” Leila stands, kicks off her shoes, and undoes her dress. It slithers to the floor, pooling about her ankles in a silken ring. She’s wearing nothing but red lace panties as she sits back down on the bed. She takes his hands and puts them on her waist.
“Really?”
“Oh god yes.”
She lifts her hips. He looks at her with desperate desire, she can see that look of worship on his face, and she knows he’s even more infatuated with her as she is with him. Tugging and pulling, her panties slip off her hips. She drops back onto the bed and raises her legs, offering him her feet. He tugs on the lacy material, and they slide off. Leila curls up, legs together in a demure but oh so sexy pose.
“Your turn” she says.
He stands up, off go his shoes, he peels off his shirt, drops his sweats to the floor. He’s wearing the boxer briefs she bought him, and he’s got a nice bulge showing.
“More,” she says, “Everything.”
He pulls off his socks, and slips the briefs down, his erection waving and bobbing in front of him. Not too big, but certainly not too small either. ‘Average is good’, she thinks.
She shifts on the bed and he sees a patch of dark hair. Her legs part slowly, just enough, and he’s staring at the first real live pussy he’s ever seen. Some of her girlfriends shave and trim and wax their pubes to make them look sexier, but Leila doesn’t care for that, she lets it grow however it wants. She wants to look like a real woman, not a little girl or a porn star.
Daniel is enthralled by her, but she looks nothing like the girls in the porn videos he’s watched. “Wow.”
“Wow? Is that all you got?”
“Wow. Fuck Wow.” he says.
“Swear for emphasis?”
“Fuck, absolutely, fucking swear for fucking emphasis!”
Her legs spread a little wider. “Is this the first you’ve seen?”
“Yeah, first real one.”
“Oh, so you’ve seen what, fake ones?”
“Uh, no, like, online, porn videos.”
“I see,” she says, spreading just a little wider.
Now he could see her slit, partially obscured by hair. “Those porn stars, they all shave, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re, are they, like, all like this? Normally?”
“It varies, but yeah, hair is normal. I see you’re normal too. And you’re cut, that’s nice.”
“Cut?”
“Circumcised.”
“Oh, uh, yeah.”
“Do you want to see more?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“If I touch myself will you touch yourself too?”
He nods, “Yeah.”
Her legs splay out wider, and now her inner labia are peeking out. A drop of precum oozes down in a slow dripping string from his cock. The goo swings and connects with his thigh. She is mesmerized by his cock. Brent never wanted to play like this, he just wanted to fuck. Usually she only saw him naked for a few seconds before he’d be on top of her.
Her hands slide down her abs, and her fingers tangle in her muff. Then she strokes the inside of her thighs, right up to the juncture at the top. One hand moves up to tangle in her forest, and the other hand goes down. A single finger delicately traces her slit, picking up moisture from those inner labia that protrude ever so slightly from her center.
“Touch yourself.” she says.
He mirrors her actions, running fingers through his pubes, then his hands go down his thighs and up to cup his scrotum. One hand stays below, gently supporting his balls and the other hand moves along his cock, one finger trailing against the underside until it gets to the tip where he picks up another oozing drip.
“Fuck yes. More” she says as her hand moves, and two fingers caress her vulva, one on each side, slowly, up and down.
He moves his hand back down, now two fingers in contact with the underside of his shaft, lubricated by his precum. Daniel wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke, slowly and deliberately, working the skin up and down his shaft.
Her legs spread wider, and her fingers work up and down her slit, spreading her moisture over her labia. Daniel is mesmerized. He’s seen lots of porn, but this looks different, feels different. When she presses a finger inside, he groans. That wet finger surfaces, and slips up to circle her clit, making her gasp.
Now that they’ve got to this point, things progress very swiftly, far quicker than either of them expect. Daniel groans, as he strokes faster, watching her fingers moving rapidly over her clit now. He goes off first, shooting a white glob of semen onto her thigh. Leila yelps, gasps, then plunges two fingers of one hand into her pussy, whilst her other hand strums her clit. She cums hard, watching as his spunk continues shooting out onto her legs.