The (Fictional) Basis of "This Guy"

All right, you may be wondering who the basis of "this guy" might be. In all truth, he is a composite of a lot of people I know. Musicians, engineering majors, computer science majors, even those in the more general college of Liberal Arts, they have more in common than would appear in their various majors.

However, instead of writing a story about each one, I'll just make something up for a change instead of completely basing it off of my own experiences.

Ok, I met this guy in my English class. It was an introduction to science fiction course, so I could only expect to see the same Trekkies, D&D fanatics and wannabe Jedi knights that I was used to hanging out with in high school. Being a nerd myself, I figured it would be a good way of making more friends.

The first day of class, he stumbled in, tripping on his shoelaces. Normally, this wouldn't make for a good first impression, but I thought it was adorable how his face turned bright pink as he tried to gather up his notebooks. I couldn't help but notice the poems (or perhaps song lyrics) scrawled in masculine handwriting in the ever familiar, black and white composition book.

The only seat left in the room, other than the chair occupied by generations of parked gum which were probably multiplying through some form of binary fission, just happened to be next to me. Being the absentminded dork that I am, I managed to forget to bring a writing utensil to class. I searched my secondhand backpack in vain and ended up asking him if I could borrow a pen. Of course, he was quite the gentleman and handed me my favorite weapon of choice, a medium ball point pen.

He happened to have band right after class, and so did I. It seemed as if fate had ordained for us to be together, even if he was in the saxophone section, and I was with the upper woodwinds. I recall numerous occasions where I had to duck to avoid falling music stands from when he clumsily knocked them over with his saxophone case from being late to rehearsal.

After a few weeks of the typical doldrums that occur with lectures, rehearsal, and work, came midterms. My English midterm just happened to be a partner presentation. Although my original intensions were to meet more people in my sci-fi class, I still did not know anybody. Being shy didn't help things much either. Yet fate seemed to intervene once more, since he usually sat next to me and spent more time scribbling in his notebook than participating in class discussion and was therefore just as unfamiliar with the rest of the class as I was.

"So, do you want to work with me? I won't even mind if you pick the subject of our presentation." he glanced over, grinning at me.

"Sure, but I hope you like robots," I smirked, "I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Jude, not the most creative name if your parents are Beatles fans," he laughed softly and extended a friendly hand.

I took it and said, "I'm Jane, not the most creative name in general."

He gave me his address, which happened to be across campus from my dorm. I snuck in after someone walked into the locked off residential area and looked for the right room number. As I was walking down the hall, I heard a loud pounding sound and thought that like the rest of campus, this dorm was still under some sort of repair or construction. I soon changed my mind once I heard gasps and screaming coming from one of the rooms. It grew louder as I got closer to the room I was looking for. I looked up at the room number, and then I looked at the number scrawled on my hand. I checked about three times since I couldn't believe that the noises that I had been hearing were coming out of the same room where I was to be working on a project with yet another nerd.

Before I could knock on the door, the noises stopped and the door suddenly opened. A girl ran out, her hair wildly tousled over her face, her button down shirt half hanging, and half tucked into a short skirt. I saw Jude eyeing his handiwork with a content look on his face. He had a pair of pink lace panties in his hand. He looked at it as if in deep contemplation. When he finally noticed me, his eyes went wide for a nanosecond and then blinked as if not missing a beat.

"Would you like to come in?" he asked, wiping his glasses with the panties and then stuffing them into his back pocket as if they had always belonged there.

"Uh...Yeah. I'm sorry for coming early, I mean..." I could feel my face catching on fire.

He blushed slightly and held the door open for me, "Let's get started, shall we?"

We had done preliminary research, so the only thing we had to do was pull both halves of the project together. We printed out various online resources and dog-eared, highlighted sections of Isaac Asimov and Philip K. Dick.

Yet once again, I was an absent minded dork who remembered everything except for one minor detail.

"I'm sorry, but it seems that I am without a writing utensil again," I laughed nervously.

"No problem, there should be some pens in the drawer," he casually gestured to his desk.

I crept over to his desk where his laptop computer sat with a scantily clad anime babe smiling suggestively on the screen. I opened the drawer carefully and found the biggest supply of condoms I had ever seen in my life. When I had first heard about the limit of 28 condoms per week, I couldn't imagine that anybody could need that many. In Jude's case, I didn't find the idea of him going through more than the alotted quota so hard to believe. For a second, I thought about him fucking me four times a day and shivered slightly.

"Did you find it?" Jude asked, continuing to take notes.

"Uh, no, but it seems that I have found something else, something more...intriguing," I smiled wickedly.

He finally looked up at me with eyes wide open, almost as if to say innocently, "Honestly, I have no idea where those came from."

"That is, unless you're too tired?" I walked over to where he sat on the floor and threw a condom at him.

He smiled at me as if to say, "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

In all truth, I didn't know what I was doing even though I was no stranger to sex. However, this was only in theory, derived from pop culture, magazines, and my own writings. This only made me yearn for the real thing even more.

Jude blinked again and laughed, as if he had changed back to his charmingly shy persona, "We should get back to work."

I pouted, but acquiesced, knowing that if we didn't get the project done that night, there was no chance we could ever get together to work on it again until the last second. If there's anything I hate, it's a sloppy, hastily done job.

By the time we finished, not only was it dark, but late as well.

"Ugh...how is it that it is 2:00 a.m. already?" I stretched out on the floor and yawned.

"I don't know, but it looks pretty bad out there," Jude's eyes frosted over, much like the windows of his room.

"How am I going to get back now?" I groaned.

"Don't worry, you can stay here the night. My roommate just moved out, so you can take the other bed," he suggested.

After pulling a late-nighter, I fell asleep easily despite my distaste for not being able to brush my teeth or clean my contacts before going to bed. It felt like I had blinked and reawakened, only that now, the clock on the wall had passed a couple of hours. It was dark, so my clouded eyes had to adjust. I looked around the room to find that Jude wasn't in his bed, but seated at his desk, facing me. He had been watching me sleep.

"What are you doing up?" I murmured softly.

As if startled, he sat up in his seat suddenly, "Oh...nothing. I was just thinking about what you said earlier."

"About how pointless Asimov's laws of robotics are since they're so contradictory?" I closed my eyes again.

I heard his footsteps approaching the bed, "No, about me being too tired. Well, I'm not now. In fact, I'm more awake than I was earlier today while I was fucking that girl from my philosophy class."

"How tasteful of you to mention that," I groaned, turning onto my side, away from him.

"You said it yourself. You are intrigued," I heard him whisper in my ear, "I bet you were standing there listening to us earlier."

Jude then ran his tongue along the side of my ear and then behind it. He sucked on my earlobe gently and sat down on the bed. I felt his hand stroking against my back over the fabric of my t-shirt. The bed shifted slightly as he lay down next to me, with no space between our bodies. His lips brushed against the back of my neck.

"Now, I hope you didn't change your mind, but I understand if you did," I felt his hot breath against my skin, "If you did change your mind, I'll go to sleep and we can forget about this conversation."

"Mm..." I moaned, "You definitely do know what you're doing. That's why I want you to be my first."

There was a heavy pause, making me wonder why he stopped touching me.

"Jude? Are you still there?" I asked, knowing that he was.

"Yes, I mean...Well, it's just that I've never had such an honor before," he said, seeming to be genuinely overwhelmed.

"What do you mean?" I turned around to face him.

"It's a big deal. I've never deflowered anybody before, and the first time is the time that people generally compare to everything else," the moonlight reflected off of his eyes, brightening them even more, "I just hope that I don't ruin your expectations or anything."

I kissed him and said, "Well, from the sound of it, you certainly filled the expectations of that girl this afternoon."

"In that case, let's get started," he said with the same eagerness that he showed when he let me in his room to work on the project.

We kissed each other, feeling the heat growing between us, touching, seeing in the dark what our eyes could not. I felt the length of his erection pressing against me, and it felt so delicious and potent. He sat up, and I was worried that he had changed his mind, but he took the ends of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He did not remove it, but kept it over my head and arms so that I was disabled from seeing or being able to touch him. Jude lay me down and started kissing my neck down my shoulders to my collarbone. The warm roughness of his tongue triggered something within me, I could not speak, but rather moan my approval at his choice of action. I felt his fingertips slightly graze my breasts as they ran down my body. Jude kissed the space between my breasts and cupped them in my hands, massaging my nipples with his palms. He then licked them, gently at first, and then eventually sucking and biting at them. I gasped in shock at the sensation, but it only made my panties moisten even more. I was slightly embarassed since I was always self conscious about my own arousal.

He undid the button and fly of my jeans with one hand and slid his hand under the waistband of my panties. I felt his fingers run through the hair over my mound and tease my clitoris. When he finally inserted a curious finger into my depths, it came back slippery. I heard him suck his finger clean. Jude moved down again, only this time, removing my pants and underwear, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. I felt him spread my legs apart further. Instead of going straight for the kill, he continued teasing me, tickling my knees and kissing my thighs.

"Please Jude! Fuck me..." I sighed heavily and writhed at his touch.

He laughed wickedly, "Not yet..."

I felt his tongue lick the outer lips of my vagina, swirling its way inside. When his tongue stretched as far as it could go, he stopped and started right where he left off, speeding up or slowing down each time. I felt the heat building up within me and then suddenly cooling off, tormenting me. I realized that his hands were no longer pinning me down with the shirt over my face, so I removed the shirt completely so I could watch him. Jude looked up at me with a feral gleam in his eye, as if he was devouring his prey. Just seeing him looking at me that way with such desire nearly caused me to faint.

Jude continued, moving his mouth from inside out, sucking in my clitoris while he fingered me. Of course, he started out slowly and softly, but my fever only built to the point of threatening to overflow throughout my body. It never did, causing me to scream. It was then that I understood why the other girl was screaming, not because she was having an orgasm, but because she couldn't.

I arched my back, wrapping my legs around his head, bucking wildly and riding his face. He then stopped, unwrapped my legs from around his head and sat up. I was afraid that it was over because I had hurt him or was coming close to it.

I was delighted when Jude crawled on top of me, traced his finger around my lips and said, "I think you're ready now."

To my surprise, he was still fully clothed. Almost as if in a dream, his clothes disappeared quickly, yet still slowly enough to tantalize me with curiosity. Even in his highly sexual state, there was still a vulnerability about him that reminded me of the shy guy who stumbled into the room on the first day of class, especially as he put the condom on with shaking hands. Yet his cock was standing at full attention, as if it was an entirely separate entity from him. I couldn't help but stare at it as it moved between my legs. Jude then lifted my chin with his hands so I could see him smiling at me.

He never took his eyes from mine as he penetrated me. I don't know what was more intense, the hot hardness of his length entering me slowly, or the fire burning behind his eyes. I arched my back to meet him, to take him in completely. Jude teased me slowly, building me up by kissing my mouth and neck, wrapping his arms around me and running his fingertips down my spine. Once again, he built me up by going faster and harder, but never fully letting himself, or me for that matter, have a full release. However, the slow burn threatened to consume us both as opposed to a sudden cataclysm that would have rendered us into pieces. After awhile, I could barely keep my eyes open, mainly from exhaustion. Yet when I did see him again, sweat had built on his forehead, dripping down his face and onto my skin. I may have been hallucinating, but I heard the hiss of steam evaporating from the impact.

Jude slowed down once more, but I decided that I couldn't take another buildup. With a sudden burst of strength which probably shocked me even more than it did him, I flipped us over, nearly falling off of the bed in the process, and started riding him. I spread my legs as far as possible and impaled myself as far down as I could. I was surprised to find that he had not been using his full length on me and relished the sensation of his full length pounding against my innermost wall. I looked down at him as he took hold of my hips and drove me down upon his shaft repeatedly, realizing that he was still in control. So, I decided to play according to his rules and attempted teasing him. It was wonderful to watch him writhing beneath me for a change. He bit his lip in an attempt to keep himself from climaxing, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he sat up, bending me over backwards and thrusting into me as hard and as fast as possible.

I arched to meet him for the last time, feeling our bodies in perfect alignment despite being on my knees and bending backwards. We melted together as we fell back down onto the bed, with me on top once more and with Jude still inside of me. With hands still shaking, he removed the condom and disposed of it in the waste bin. He returned to me and held me as I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up alone the next morning, I couldn't help but wonder if it had all been a strange dream. I found a post-it note on his computer saying:

"Jane,

Sorry I ran out on you this morning, you know, class and stuff. We sure got some mileage out of that condom, didn't we? Sorry, I know it wasn't very tasteful of me to say that. If you're not here when I get back, I understand. Even you don't talk to me after the presentation, I understand.

-Jude."

I don't know what I found more amusing, his apologetics, or the fact that the idea of me not coming back for seconds had even crossed his mind. Needless to say, we definitely made good use of the free birth control pills and condoms program at the health center that semester. Perhaps we didn't always make good use of it together, but he was right about one thing, the first time is the one I compare everything else to. And frankly, I don't think anybody could compare to Jude, especially this one thing we did where I was standing in one of the practice rooms and he...

Well, that's tasteful, now isn't it?