Free Nerd Girl by Jemma Bell Page B

be reminded of my feelings for you.”
    “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, Derrick. Thank you.” She gives a little sniffle and I see a single tear run down her cheek. I reach out quickly and wipe it away with my thumb and lick the moisture off my finger.
    “I hope those were happy tears.”
    “They were.” She answers.
    “Good, because I’ve taken your happiness inside me.” She gives a small laugh and I know I’ve just squashed any doubts she had about me. I quickly get out of the car to help her out. Closing the door I push her up against the closed door, hook my thumbs through her belt loops and pull her body flush to mine. She wraps her hands around the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers. We devour each other; our tongues are sweeping hot and desperate against each other. I meet her desperation and urgency, sucking at her tongue and nipping at her lips. I want to drown in this girl and never come up for air. I can feel her nipples poking through her shirt and the little sighs of pleasure she’s making are turning me on. My dick is straining at my zipper, eager to get out. I should end this, it’s too soon for her. Before I can even voice that thought, she’s pulled her lips away.
    “Derrick, we’ve got to stop, as much as I enjoy kissing you, we’ve got to stop. I’m not ready for the next step yet. Do you understand?”
    With a groan of frustration I answer. “It’s okay, baby, we can take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” I assure her and kiss her one last time on her forehead. Walking her to the front door, I wait for her to go inside and vanish from my eyes until I see her again tomorrow. I adjust the hard on in my jeans and head back to my car. I’ll see her again in about fourteen hours. The countdown starts now.

Chapter #8
    Nerd Girl Problem #108
    ALWAYS wear the proper workout attire thereby saving yourself from public humiliation when they notice your immature taste in undergarments. Damn those pussies!
    L ayla called me bright and early the next morning for details on my date with Derrick. I shared everything with her and including the toe-curling, panty melting kisses we shared. She was adequately pleased and gave herself snaps for making all this possible. So, of course, I had to be thankful and fluff her up by proclaiming her an all knowing matchmaking genius. My best friend even shared the details of a certain phone call from Riven that she received yesterday. Well, surprise, surprise. Apparently those two are going on a date this coming Wednesday. Layla had me rolling, I was laughing so hard, as she squealed,
yes squealed
, her excitement about her date. I guess both of us have something to be excited about.
    “Jenks, he seems like a genuinely great guy and he’s super funny. I was laughing the whole time we talked. He’s so different from Troy; it’s like night and day.”
    “I’m happy for you, Layla. I hope your date goes well and he’s everything you’ve been looking for. He isn’t a chore to look at either, so that’s a plus. Did our luck with guys just change overnight or am I dreaming?”
    “I don’t know, girl, but if I’m dreaming right now, I’ll deck you one if you wake me up.”
    We have a good laugh about our giddy school girl interest in these two guys and promise to get together for lunch sometime this week. Clyde is making himself comfortable laying on my feet and I get a couple hours of studying in for my upcoming final exams. I’m engrossed in the material when my cell phone rings, displaying Derrick’s number on my caller ID.
    “Hey you, how was your training session this morning? Did you pump that iron?” I greet making him laugh.
    “Oh yeah, I’m pumped. How’s my girl today?” OMG, he just called me
his
girl. That just put a huge smile on my face and sent those butterflies in my stomach fluttering around again.
    “I’m ok, been doing some homework and talked to Layla this morning, she had