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bit of power I now have.

Speaking of getting used to living together, I find it strange the way I’ve just settled into his place and his bed. I thought for sure I’d be shy for at least the first few months while finding my footing, but he made it easy for me to just settle right in like I owned the place. The fact that he never denies me anything and is always going out of his way to see to my comfort helps with that, I’m sure.

That night I’d been purposely overly quiet all through dinner until it was bedtime. I’d grown accustomed to sleeping in one of his tees that came to my knees and a pair of socks instead of my old ratty sweats. That night after my shower, I pulled on another one of his filched shirts, and because I forgot for a minute where I was and that I was supposed to be beautiful at all times, I pulled my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head and put on my glasses as I sat up in bed with my laptop on my lap doing some extra homework.

Jared was in the house somewhere doing whatever, probably thinking up ways to make my life miserable. I heard his footsteps outside the door but didn’t look up right away when he walked into the room. It was the silence that caught my attention, and when I finally looked up, he looked from me then down to the tent in his slacks. Of course, I started to get the happy tingles though I had no idea what had set him off, and before I could say a word, he crossed the room, moved my computer off my lap, and pulled me down flat on my back on the bed.

“Jared?” I started to question him in between giggles of delight, my heart thumping away in my chest at the fact that I had this effect on him.

“Shh!” He lifted my ankles in his hands and spread my legs open, “no panties, good.” Next thing I know, he was on his knees with his head between my thighs, and his tongue was sliding into me.

My giggles turned into moans and sighs of pleasure as my body tightened and writhed beneath his onslaught. When he was done making me scream my head off, he slid up my body and into me. That night’s loving was slow and easy, unlike anything we’d shared before, and yet somehow I felt him in places I never had as he kept up that nice slow mind-blowing pace… until the end.

I was enjoying this new side of things when, for some reason, he lifted his head from my neck where he’d had it buried while softly nibbling on my skin the way I liked, looked at me in my glasses, and lost it. Those nibbles turned into him, sucking on my neck hard as he tried to pound another orifice into me. Of course, I was loving it, the sweet pain that comes with his loss of control.

“My beautiful nerd!” That’s what he whispered when he was done mauling me and the night my new moniker was born.

“What the heck got into you?” As if I didn’t know. He’s so easy if a messy bun and a pair of glasses can turn him into a raging lunatic in bed. Not that he needed any help there, but that night I decided that I was going to bed looking like that from now on. Eat that, Lisa!

After that night, she never came up in conversation, and though I was dying to see what she looked like, I controlled myself enough not to go looking for any pics of her online or anywhere else. Apparently, she’d also been bitten by the curiosity bug but wasn’t as successful as I at ignoring it.

I can’t say I wasn’t expecting the meet to some degree. Only something as dense as a male would actually think and believe that some woman was riding his schlong for two years without expectations of something more in the making. So I wasn’t too surprised when she approached me a few days later.

At first, I had no idea who she was, of course. I’d decided to go shopping for something sexy to dazzle Jared with in bed though I was pretty sure it wouldn’t last two minutes, and was very excited about my little adventure since I’d never done anything remotely like