The Rise of the Nerd
by LaurelAspen - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Alice is an exceptionally brainy young woman who’s pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday with the MA she’s strived so hard to attain almost completed, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, something mundane as clothes shopping for goodness sake.
Used to being an outsider - teacher’s pet, nerd, bookworm and swot are familiar, frequently uncomplimentary descriptions - Alice embraces her geek status with pride.
Sure, she attends the occasional post graduate party, more out of a sense of obligation than any real enthusiasm, blokes her own age don’t really do it for Alice. Seemingly either intimidated by her intellect or determined to brag to their mates they’ve ‘scored a nerd’ it really isn’t worth the hassle. Being one of very few scholarship entrants among so many private school educated peers doesn’t help her social integration either.
[[MORE]]The invitation to join the college quiz team is an entirely different prospect, both a challenging intellectual test and, best of all, the chance to meet Giles Knighton, celebrity quizmaster (‘QM’), of the TV series ‘Battle of the Brightest’. This popular programme involves a collection of brains the size of Mars competing for, well, since you ask, an engraved glass bowl. No cash prize, no foreign holiday, simply a public validation of higher education.
You see Alice secretly fancies Giles; she’s minimal experience of such matters but something about the way he solemnly utters the phrase “five point penalty” when an over eager contestant answers prematurely makes her damp with desire. So much so that in recent months she’s had a bizarre recurring dream of being summoned to his office where the QM, dramatically stretching each syllable, insists Alice pay a pen-al-ty and then spanks her across his knee.
Where on earth did that idea come from? Never smacked by her impeccably liberal parents as a child and top of her class each year she was a regular goody two shoes. Is spanking even a thing, Alice wonders? Oh! Apparently it is and that’s a question she won’t be asking Google again anytime soon…
The quiz show is filmed over three consecutive days at a London TV studio with overnight stays in a posh hotels - luxury after years in grotty student housing - culminating in a grand final, followed by a winners’ dinner with Giles.
On the first day of competition Alice, an avid fan of the show, doesn’t share her teammate’s nerves. This assurance momentarily leads to over confidence when she impulsively answers before the QM has even finished a question. Wrongly it turns out, he looks directly at her - just like in the dream. “Five point penalty,” says the QM solemnly and Alice becomes simultaneously mortified and excited. Perhaps she’s mistaken but it subsequently seems the QM’s focus is on her whenever she looks up. One of the production team also notices and nods to a colleague.
“QM’s got one of the students on his radar”
“Well we know where that’s going,” comes the amused reply.
Day two, Alice’s team aces the quarter and semis to secure a place in the play-off. Filming is through by early afternoon, allowing everyone time to prepare for tomorrow.
Alice belatedly realises she’s woefully underdressed; her default outfit of hoodie and jeans really doesn’t work on camera. Aware of the QM’s burgeoning interest she knows that while cleverness is sexy - an aphrodisiac in its own right - it might not be enough to keep him focussed. Her appearance urgently needs a revamp, but purchasing new clothes is intimidating; supercilious assistants, too much choice and a budget of next to nothing posing seemingly insuperable problems. Without much hope she seeks sartorial salvation in a nearby upmarket charity shop.
Alice selects a dress and in the course of trying it on gets chatting to the manager, Hannah, fortuitously an aficionado of the quiz show, who quickly grasps her dilemma.
“You’ve a good figure, don’t hide it by dressing like my Gran,” she says bluntly, but not unkindly. “What about this LBD?” What about that little black dress! Even Alice, a fashion ingénue, immediately appreciates the flattering fit.
“How to accessorise?” muses Hannah. “Bare legs look OK, how does someone who’s always reading get such a tan?”
“I read on the lawn…”
“I kind of walked into that answer,” her smile warms Alice’s heart. “Now, do you own any make up?”
“A bit, I only really use lipstick - if I remember,” replies our heroine.
Hannah sighs indulgently. “Let me see; good shade, suits your auburn hair - and you really should wear that down. Let me give you a quick 101 on eyeliner and mascara to make you appear a little less Goth like on screen.
“Voila,” she says a few minutes later, “Reckon you can do the same tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Alice is a quick, if not modest, study.
“On to shoes, you don’t look like a heels girl, what about these silver flats?”
Alice sighs: “They’re lovely, but the dress costs all the money I have.”
“No problem,” responds Hannah, radiating positivity. “Borrow them.” She grins wickedly, “ensuring I definitely get to see you again when you drop them back.
“Try this as well,” Hannah adds as an afterthought, taking the chunky red necklace she’s wearing and fastening the costume jewellery around Alice’s neck. Her touch is warm and intimate, sparking an unexpected jolt of electricity. “Lovely, I quite fancy you myself, now go and slay 'em girl.”
Burbling heartfelt thanks and struggling to contain confused emotions Alice returns to the studios a woman transformed.
The QM’s transparently obvious double take when he first catches sight of her new look is priceless. Unsurprisingly her team make it to the final, its closing minutes a tense, toing and froing of academic prowess with Alice’s university ultimately victorious. The subsequent valedictory dinner passes in a blur and an unaccustomed intake of wine. Afterwards, with practiced nonchalance and just as the film crew had predicted, the QM invites Alice to his room, “for a nightcap.”
Giles is both erudite and entertaining, confidently radiating masculinity as he ushers her towards the sofa. He pours the Perrier - no more alcohol for Alice tonight she decides - and brushes, plausibly accidentally, against her breasts. For her part she’s impressed but not overawed, Alice fully intends to get fucked tonight.
“You look lovely,” ventures the QM, loins stiffening as he delivers the compliment. “Played the final round superbly, and no penalty points”.
Bingo! Alice flushes, clamping her thighs together in a futile attempt to suppress a familiar frisson of carnal excitement.
“Those words seem to produce a dramatic physical affect,” he continues. “What do they make you think of Alice?”
“Being bad,” she replies tentatively.
“I see,” responds the QM calmly, “and what do you suppose happens to bad girls?”
“Since I’m never naughty I wouldn’t know,” she answers spiritedly.
“Something made you blush during the contest whenever someone incurred a penalty point…” The QM won’t let Alice off the hook.
“In my imagination bad girls get spanked,” Alice’s voice drops to a whisper.
“And in reality?”
“I think that’s up to you, quiz master.”
“Then you’d better get across my knee.”
Obediently and unhesitatingly she obeys. Unhurriedly Giles pulls the LBD tight across her delightfully pert posterior, eliciting a sharp of intake of breath from his putative spankee. Grasps the hem and inches it up slender thighs until the full expanse of her bottom is revealed.
“Surprisingly racy knickers for a geek girl,” he observes.
“You should see my bra.”
“I rather thank I eventually shall. They are of course coming down,” he adds tugging the panties to her knees. “Naughty females are always spanked on their bare bottom.”
He waits, allowing a palpable tension to build; Alice turns her head, gives him a questioning look. Giles leans in, lifting her chin, they kiss long and hard, this first intimate contact abruptly interrupted when his palm strikes her right buttock. The springy skin shimmers sensually under the impact; Alice yelps as her left cheek receives similar treatment. He alternates from side to side and a cumulative smart begins to suffuse Alice’s burning bottom.
Giles places a restraining hand in the small of her back, she’s helpless, forced to submit and completely in thrall to the moment as red marks appear on her buttocks and thighs.
She squirms across his lap, soaring to previously unrevealed heights of sexual stimulation until the QM eventually stops; chivalrously helping Alice, heat radiating from her blush-pink posterior, to stand, the wet evidence of her arousal abundantly apparent.
The QM reaches forward but a newly emboldened Alice bids him wait. “Stay still,” she murmurs, “let’s see what we have here.” Deftly she frees his erect member. “Well,” Alice muses aloud, “not that I’m any expert but I ’d say that was pretty impressive. Do you have a condom?”
Blithely thinking all females to 'be on the pill’, the QM hasn’t considered this eventuality. “Don’t worry,” says Alice, “as usual I’ve done my lesson preparation.” She produces a small packet from under an exotic bra strap and slips a sheath over his straining erection. “Something I learned from Youtube,” she reveals proudly, “always good to put theory into practice.”
There’s a subtle change in the balance of power. She stands, he sits; Alice, aware of the QM’s evident desire to possess her, knows instinctively she’s gained control.
“Right,” she says softly, “let’s see what you can do Mr Knight - or should I say, Professor?” Giles is past caring, in thrall to an atavistic desire to penetrate this entrancing, rosy-bottomed vision almost within his grasp.
Alice straddles him, sliding the tip of his cock between labia slick with her own juices. Delicately she lowers herself, engages the head and then pauses. Apart from a couple of drunken student fumbles - painfully groped tits, ineptly prodded pussy - this is her first time.
Giles moves to hold her hips and Alice lightly slaps his hand away. “I decide when,” she murmurs reproachfully. Slowly she takes him deeper inside.
“So tight,” Giles sighs with pleasure. Alice bends to kiss him, lifts his hands to her hard-nippled breasts, literally in a position to permit or deny his orgasm. She clenches her pelvic floor muscles.
“Tight,” Alice muses absently, “and after all my practice with a vibrator…” Enough teasing, her need for release can’t be delayed. Alice moves up and down, taking his full length; changes pace, slides languorously back and forth, increasing the pressure on her clitoris and sending Giles to seventh heaven.
“I’m coming,” moans Giles, unable to hold back as his cock spasms, flooding her pussy.
“Yes!” shrieks Alice, for once totally uninhibited. Overcome by intense waves of sensation, trembling and moaning, she climaxes too.
When the pleasurable aftershocks finally subside she submissively kneels on the bed, is spanked hot and ready with a clothes brush, taken vigorously from behind and ecstatically reaches a second crescendo.
Alive with the stamina of youth and unsure of post-coital etiquette Alice leaves a polite thank you note and creeps out while Giles is still asleep early next morning.
Her first stop is the charity shop, to return those shoes.
“Hi, I’m sort of Cinderella in reverse,” she laughs.
Hannah greets her with a congratulatory hug that quickly transmutes into ardent kisses, hands eagerly exploring each other’s bodies. “There’s the necklace too,” adds Alice, eyes shining, alive to entirely new erotic possibilities.
“A gift darling, I want you to keep it on.” Hannah walks to the door, locks it and turns the sign to 'closed’. She leads Alice to the back of the shop. “But take everything else off and open those lovely legs wide for me - there’s something else I want to do for you…”
Giles is wise enough to understand this to be a 'one night only’ encounter but they remain on good terms. Alice gains a PHD and the QM generously introduces her to a network of influential media folk. Since her quiz appearance proved a big hit with the viewing public she soon gets work presenting TV science programmes and a parallel career ensues.
A year later Alice concludes a lecture and waves to Hannah in the audience. They have a date with a gorgeous astrophysicist from the University of Accra and the enticing promise of an exciting evening. Remember, cleverness is sexy.
by LaurelAspen for Literotica
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