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  Spurt after delicious spurt filled Tasha with Justin’s succulent seed. When he finally pulled out, his milky white jizz dripped from her gaping hole and oozed slowly down between her flaring crevice. They collapsed together onto the mat with their bodies pressed together and the arms and legs intertwined in the afterglow.

  When they finally recovered enough to pick themselves off the floor and get dressed, they decided that they had better things to do than work out. Justin took Tasha’s hand in his and the couple exited through the front door of Fit-ness Gym. Tasha tingled all over and couldn’t wait to see where their budding relationship would take them.

  About Jeanette Lavia

  Jeanette Lavia, like many of the erotica talent here at Steam Books Erotica & Romance, started out writing other genres before joining the ranks of erotic stardom. She’s even launched her own line of children’s books – under a different name, of course! Her work under the ‘Jeanette Lavia’ moniker, however, certainly isn’t child’s play. We’re sure her readers are more than happy to indulge in her very, very adult stories.

  And more from Jeanette Lavia:

  TEMPTATION TAKES OVER

  Bianca is having a hard time being productive on her working holiday: designing the graphics for a client's risque website is hot enough to distract her, and Mark, the owner of the café next to her hotel, isn't helping things with his charm and smoldering good looks, either. When circumstances force Biance to do her work her while in close quarters with Mark, temptation takes over.

  MAID FOR HIS DESIRE

  Lizbeth has arrived to interview for her new housekeeping job, and it turns out to be Darius's incredible mansion. More than that, Darius himself is exquisite, and he's planning to introduce her to a world of lust and passion… provided she does everything he asks. Does Lizbeth have it in her?

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  GEEK

  GETS

  THE GIRL

  Carly Katz

  Chris threw his things in the car and waved goodbye to his mom one final time. He was finally out of there, off to college. He had just turned eighteen and was finally moving on to a life without his parents. Not only that but away from the small town he grew up in. Where he knew everybody and everybody knew him and the chances of making something of himself were slim. He threw the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. As he drove towards the school, an hour away, he could only hope that was far enough to begin something new.

  He could only imagine what college was like from online and brochures and from what his older brother told him. He’d be able to party it up all of the time and barely focus on his studies. In high school, he was just smart – he didn’t need to study. And he’d finally be able to get laid. That was his aspiration.

  In high school he had always been somewhat of a nerd, actually he was a nerd. He was tall and slim, kind of gangly as his older brother would tease him, and he wore glasses. His hair was kind of just a frump, just on top of his head, but he had tried to fix all of that before college. Got a haircut, spiked it up, and got contacts. None of that would be able to fix his tall gangliness but at least his face would look a little bit more presentable. He was embarrassed to admit though that he was a virgin. So he began hoping and thinking all the way to the school that things would work out.

  Once he got to school, the first few days passed in a whirlwind. He met his new roommate, which was somewhat of a disappointment. He was clearly going to be the life of the party and Chris was hoping it would be someone more like himself, but maybe his roommate could lead him around, show him the ropes, get him acquainted with women and college.

  He was also somebody that Chris would have hated in high school. He was tall, well built, and Hispanic. Chris never did well around minorities; they always seemed way better at him at everything: sports and girls, the only things that seemed to matter. He knew he needed to get out of that mindset; it would happen when it would happen but the fact that he was eighteen and still a virgin was very disconcerting to him.

  On the first day of school, his new roommate, Cesar, said,

  “Good luck, see you after class.” It was the first day opening party for the first day of school. Chris was excited but nervous. He knew how girls saw him - no one looked at him or gave him a second glance.

  His first subject was a science class in which he just sat and soaked in the information with no problem. He floated through the first day until he got to his last class which started at six at night. The class was important to his major so Chris walked into the lecture hall, a rather huge lecture hall that sat more than 300 students. He didn’t want to seem too forward but he also didn’t want to seem like he didn’t care so he sat in the middle of the hall.

  Soon students began to fill in. At exactly six, what he could only assume to be another student walked in and he could not take his eyes off her. She was petite, slender, and extremely fashionable, exactly what Chris knew he could never get. And she was black, too, which just made her seem all the more unattainable. But he could always use her in his later sessions to himself, right?

  She walked down the stairs to the front, her dark hair tumbling down her back. It was straight, almost stick straight and he could see the soft shine coming off of it. He watched her walk down and instead of sitting in the first row of seats, she stood behind the podium. He looked at the other students. Was this really happening? Was she actually the professor or was this some kind of joke?

  Nope, she was the professor and she opened her mouth to begin to speak. She introduced herself as Ms. West. She was the professor of this class. She completely ignored the fact that she looked about the same age as them and that she was a professor teaching them and she began teaching.

  Chris could barely concentrate - normally he would take all the info in and move on. But he couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t stop looking at her. He knew it was impossible, especially because she was his professor but he couldn’t stop looking. At the end of the class period, she told everyone to email her with their email address so that she could send out information and that she would prefer it if each of them could stop and say hi during or before and after class so she would know them by name and not just faces in a crowd.

  Chris laughed to himself. He would never do that. On the way out, he passed by Cesar.

  “Hey, man, I didn’t know you were in this class,” Cesar said.

  “Yeah, I am,” Chris said, not sure how to respond, still in his own daydream about Ms. West.

  “Yeah, can you believe that professor, man? She is smoking! I can’t believe she is a professor!” Cesar said as they shuffled through some students on the way out to the hall way.

  Chris could only laugh. “Yeah, I know,” he said.

  Cesar looked sideways at him. “So…you going to the party tonight?”

  Chris was definitely not in the mood to go to a party. He had never touched one ounce of alcohol in his life but he knew the reason he had come this far to go to school was to create a new image for himself and try out new things.

  “I guess,” Chris said.

  “Sweet,” Cesar said. “I’m just gonna go back to the dorm and freshen up a bit. You know how those ladies like it,” he laughed. Chris laughed, too, though he really had no clue.

  They walked back to the dorm together. That night at the party, Chris finally found out what it was like to have a real college experience. The girls were all hot, with tight miniskirts and shirts. Chris could barely stay at the party without his dick popping up in his pants.

  He tried not to cling to Cesar’s side too much. He knew he needed to make new friends. He met one girl who seemed as shy and awkward as she was, but she was nice so they spent the majority of the time at the party talking.

  As soon as Chris got home that night, he forwarded his email address to Professor West. He didn’t say anything weird, but he really wanted to write something. He just didn’t know what. But come on, this chance he was thinking of, with
a professor, completely not going to happen.

  The first month of school passed by in a blur with Chris making sure he had all of his work in order, his life organized, getting used to life in the dorm with so many guys. He was still considered the punch line of many jokes, but Cesar did a good job watching over him and showing him he ropes of what it was like to be a college student even though Cesar was new himself.

  Chris was grateful; he would never be a guy like Cesar. After a month of school, Chris went to the lecture hall early one night to get some of his notes in order. Professor West was already in there and he thought about introducing himself. He was becoming a little bit braver and he knew he had to introduce himself since she had asked this before. So he put his things down on the chair that he sat during every class and walked to the classroom, very conscious of what he was wearing. Today just jeans and a t-shirt but he could feel them hanging off of him.

  Maybe there was a chance…

  He walked down the stairs. Prof. West looked up.

  “Hi” she said smiling. He couldn’t help smiling back.

  “Hi,” he said, “I’m Chris.” Prof. West held her hand out, and he couldn’t help but notice there wasn’t a ring on her fingers.

  “Nice to meet you Chris, thanks for introducing yourself,” she said.

  “No, problem,” Chris said. He turned to walk back to his chair.

  “So are you a freshman, is this your first year here?” She asked with seemingly sincere intent. Chris nodded.

  “Yeah, I’m from St. Marks.”

  Prof. West nodded. “Oh yeah, I know where that is. I grew up an hour from there. So how do you like it so far?”

  Some students began to trickle in. Chris looked around nervous; he could feel his face tingling red. He wasn’t doing anything wrong but he couldn’t stop thinking about what her breasts must feel like. They were small but perky and though it was clear she was careful about how to dress for class, her shirt today was tight. He just wanted to look at them, but he continued to look at her eyes.

  “Uh…it’s okay, I’m getting used to it. It’s pretty different from my old town,” he said honestly.

  Prof. West laughed. “Yeah, it is, it’s a lot bigger. The college is probably bigger than the whole town,” she laughed again.

  Chris laughed too. “Well,” he said, ready to head back to his seat.

  Prof. West smiled. “Yeah, I know we’re about to start. Did you forward your email address?”

  “Yeah, about a month ago,” Chris responded.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I have it somewhere then but I don’t know where it is! Could you forward it to me again, that would be great.”

  “Yeah, no problem,” Chris said and began going back to his seat. He didn’t know if she was watching but the whole time he could feel her eyes boring into his back. Was it true? He didn’t know.

  As he was walking back to his seat, Cesar nodded down at him, smiling knowingly from a few rows back. Chris shook his head smiling even though he had no clue what just happened.

  Chris sat in his seat and listened to the rest of the lecture. At the end of the lecture, he went home and pulled up an email. He knew he was going to write a little more this time than last time.

  Hey Ms. West. This is Chris, we talked today before your lecture. I just wanted to let you know that your lectures are very fascinating and interesting and I try to take as much from them as I can. Just wanted to let you know. Thanks.

  Chris hit “Send” quickly before he could change his mind and doubt himself. He pulled his pants and shirt off and climbed into bed. This would definitely not be the first time he thought about Ms. West as he played with himself before going to sleep.

  It was a few days later before he got the reply from Ms. West.

  Hey Chris.

  He practically jumped out of his seat when he saw the email response in his inbox.

  Thanks for your email address and compliments about my lecturing. Even though I have been doing it for awhile, I tend to get nervous.

  Chris could hear the smile in her voice.

  If you ever need help or have some questions, feel free to email me back and we can get coffee or something. It would be nice to get to know some of my students a little better. Have a good rest of the day.

  Chris stared at the computer. What did that mean? Did it really mean if he had questions? Did it mean she was interested? No, there was no way she’d be interested in him.

  Cesar walked in the room.

  “What up, bro?” he said throwing his bag on his bed. “Whatcha looking at? Porn?” he laughed.

  “No man, I just got…” he trailed off as Cesar read over his shoulder the email from Ms. West.

  “Holy shit man, I think she might want to get together with you,” Cesar said. “You’re one lucky son of a bitch.” He patted Chris on the back, almost too hard.

  Chris turned to face him.

  “Seriously? You think she wants me or wants to get to know me for her class?” He stuttered over his words. Cesar was headed back to his bed. He flopped himself on it.

  “I don’t know, man, but I would take her up on that. Even if you don’t have any questions, just say you want to pick her brain a little bit.”

  Chris nodded and turned back to his computer. Really? Should he really do that? Cesar didn’t know all about him, he didn’t know he was a virgin. Cesar knew nothing like that. He stared at the computer for a little while longer before he shut it down. He wasn’t going to respond right away, probably too eager, right? Too impatient to be with her, right? He looked back at Cesar, on his phone.

  “Think I’m gonna go get a coffee,” he said to Cesar. Cesar nodded.

  “All right, man, see you in a little bit.”

  As Chris walked to the coffee shop, he pondered what he should do. Wasn’t he supposed to knock out some chicks before he actually wanted to do anyone? Know what he was doing? He was reading way too much into this. When he got to the café, he ordered his drink and was about to leave when he saw Ms. West sitting at a table near the window. He tried to inconspicuously edge his way out but she saw him.

  “Chris!” she yelled. He looked over at her, smiling and nodding like he hadn’t seen her there. She gestured him to join her. He carried his coffee to the table and sat across from her.

  “I just got your email,” Chris said. He had no clue what else to say. He felt so shy and embarrassed. He felt his dick rising in his pants just thinking about all the nights he had thought about her, all the excitement he’d had just thinking about her. He shoved his chair under the table a little more so it wasn’t too obvious.

  “Oh good I’m glad you got it. So, you’re here right now! Any questions?” she asked. She was clearly comfortable. He smiled back.

  “Uh…no.” He didn’t know what to say. He had no questions from class. He understood it all. His questions mainly consisted of when can I fuck you, what are your tits like, what do you taste like but he couldn’t ask those things.

  She closed her laptop.

  “”I was actually just heading over to Grassie’s to get something to eat. You want to join me?” she asked.

  Chris had no idea what to say. Join her? Should he really? Should he actually go with her? He nodded.

  “Sure, why not?” On the way over, after dropping her laptop off at her car, he drank his coffee, feeling exceptionally self-conscious as he towered almost a foot above her.

  She tucked her hair behind her ears. Today it was curly. He couldn’t decide which way he liked better. But it didn’t really matter to him. He just wanted it over his face, sheathed around his dick as she was sucking it.

  Stop, he told himself. Get those thoughts out of your mind right now. You’re just making it worse for yourself.

  Once they got to Grassie’s, they sat at a table outside. They talked a lot about their pasts, laughing and having a good time. Chris didn’t want to make himself nerdier than he already probably seemed to be so he purposely left out the fact t
hat he won the chess club tournament and was a member of the math decathlon. She talked about how she had skipped out of school a lot but had managed to become a professor nonetheless.

  By the time they were done eating and talking, it was dark out and Chris didn’t even realize how much time had passed. He glanced down at his cell phone. Three messages, probably all from Cesar wondering what was up for tonight. It was almost 8 o’clock.

  Ms. West saw him look down. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sure you have to get going, I know how college is.”

  Chris laughed. “No, no, I just didn’t realize how late it was,” he said, feeling a lot more comfortable. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  Ms. West smiled. “No, not at all. I’ve been having a great time; it’s been nice to get to know you.”

  “Yeah it has been,” Chris nodded in agreement. “Thanks for asking me to tag along,” he said, feeling like a little kid. Ms. West gestured for the waitress to bring the bill over.

  “I was actually going to go for a walk around the lake front. You could join me for that; otherwise I’m sure you have some party to get to.” The waitress handed her the bill.

  Chris couldn’t believe his ears. What the hell was happening? He almost just spurted out, Of course I’ll come! But he didn’t want to seem too eager.

  “Yeah, that’d be, that’d be fine,” he said, stuttering over himself again. She barely even glanced up at him as she pulled money from her wallet. Chris reached across the table.

  “I got this, I got this.” She shook her head.

  “No, are you crazy, I asked you to come!” Chris smile. Of course, he wasn’t going to say anything.