Nerdy Adventures: They say only the good die young, but as always, you’re an exception.
I never got tired of watching Ore take off her clothes in front of me, it’s enough to make me go crazy every time I’m ushered into her beauty. To think there was no more to her than just physical beauty and big brown eyes, every part of her that took me in, made me feel a whole lot empty when I’m left alone in the open.
Ore never made me remember who I was, I mean, half the day I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be, but with Ore, I didn’t even have to bother with the thought. There was no analysis of good, bad, right or wrong; she had a way of making the world a whole lot simpler, and she had the right words to ensure that too.
“Harder”. “No, I said harder.” “Choke me gently.” “Be firm”. “Wait, now put it in”. “Don’t stop!” “Lay still”. “Kiss me like that again.” “Don’t. Dare. Burst.” “Stay longer Daddy, you can”.
I could tell what I was doing right, everything I did was always right. With Ore I didn’t have to be somebody else, I had no use for my glasses and my nerdy ways. She let me take off my glasses and still called me innocent when I kept saying ‘wow’ to a lot of things she did.
Last night was no different, only she refused to talk after sucking the paste out my tube. I laid there, smitten and defeated while she poured herself a generous amount of vodka. “You still don’t drink yeah?” I thought for a minute and decided to be spontaneous as she suggested, “nah, once a while now”. She turned, surprised and pleased, then she handed me a cup and laid beside me, lost in thought, drink in hand.
I know I should ask her what’s wrong, but she made me agree never to ask about her personal life. I’m not the only one she’s seeing, obviously, I can’t even afford her. But she keeps coming back, says I’m the only one who reminds her how much she misses her past. Whatever that means.
She turns to me and smiles. I smile back but notice her teary eyes. I’m about to ask what’s wrong but she hushes me with a kiss, closing her eyes and letting the tears drop. She looks at me again, concentrating on my eyes like there was so much she could understand just by looking, yet I was the one who needed understanding. She brushes my cheeks and says faintly, “I’m really going to miss you”.
I pause, startled, all the while thinking to myself if this was the breakup my insecure self had been awaiting for months now. She smiles, “Relax. The old man thinks we should spend the weekend abroad. I know I said I’d be around for your mum’s birthday, but a girl has to hustle”. I never complain, she’s doing a lot being around me alone. Nerds have the reputation of not being desirable at first, until a taste of our innocence is had.
I see us as the modern forbidden fruit.She giggles and downs the vodka in one swift gulp. Placing her head on my chest, she gently plays with the scattered strands of hair. “Is it okay if I’m falling in love with you?” I try not to sound excited, playing cool like she always suggested, “it wouldn’t be okay if I was the only one doing the loving.” She bit my nipples and laughs aloud “boyfriend”. It was official, I had a girlfriend.