02-11-2022, 10:17 AM
In Between His Thighs...
It had been a good twenty four hours since the system had crashed. She had tried all she knew, reinstalling the OS which kept on getting stuck midway.The helpline was also of no great help, their final offer was to send a system engineer home within forty eight hours. Disha failed in convincing the support lady that she would be leaving to her college in a day and if she did not get her laptop repaired in twenty four hours there was no much help. She furiously turned her mobile off, it was hopeless expecting any support from them. It was then Disha finally decided to call one of her friends, they called him The Nerd, he was for all she knew a computer whiz kid.
It was many months before when she first interacted with The Nerd. He came across as a levelheaded person who knew what he was speaking about. Confident and ambitious hewas like his nick name, a Nerd. Avoided any unwanted conversations and usually just spoke in monosyllables or at most a single sentence. Disha had stuck a conversation with him few times and he knew how to keep things interesting. When the time came for her to pick a laptop, she dialed him and he had in fact advised her in detail a good option within her budget. It was only natural on her part to trouble him when she needed the help and she had kept it as the last option.Late that morning she texted him about the incident, he replied that he was held up that day and would drop in the next day morning if Disha was still in town. Even though it was cutting in close, she had to agree since it looked the only possible option.
It was eleven in the morning when he finally showed up, her folks had left for office and she was busy packing her luggage for the college. Her entire bed was littered with every single piece of clothing that she intended to pack.One suitcase and an unusually large backpack her cousin had gifted her a summer back were on the floor, right next to the bed. A backpack which would be sufficient to carry a few books and laptop was next to my table. So when she invited him to her bedroom, she had not really thought about the mess it was in. The Nerd looked at the mess and made his own conclusions, nevertheless he was in her room, with all her inner wear displayed on the bed along with nightdress and other clothes. Not that he had time to look since he headed off directly to the table, opened the laptop and started working on it.
“You just needed to reinstall the OS.” The expert opined.
“It does not go more than 51%. It just gets stuck there.”
“Your DVD might not be in top nick.”
The Nerd then fetched his DVD from his backpack. Inserted it on to the DVD slot and closed the lid. The rest took the usual time, while she was packing her clothes in he was busy with the laptop.
Their conversation whatever little they had mostly was about new college,future plans. They spoke about class a bit, about boys and girls and teachers. The Nerd knew more than enough for his reputation, about who was seeing whom and what all were happening in the campus. It came as no surpris ewhen he asked her if she was still going around with someone, who happened to be his friend. Disha replied in the negative.
“He used to speak a lot about you.”
“All good I hope?”Disha replied.
He paused a bit and replied cautiously, “Mostly yes.”
It took Disha by surprise, “Mostly Yes, what other things did he speak about.”
“Hmm.. let me think,About your trips and weekend liaisons.”
Disha was taken aback, “Trips and weekend liaisons. My god! Who told you that and why would you believe something like that?”
“He sounded pretty convincing.” The Nerd looked at her questioningly.
“Well I have never slept with him. I don’t know what he might have told you. We went around, but he was a real jerk.” Disha paused a bit, “And oh! He has a longer nose than a dick.”
The Nerd looked back at her shocked.
“No I am not joking.I had a tough time giving him a hand job once inside a theater. It just slipped out of my grasp.”Disha held up her right hand describing the same.
“So he lied a lot. He used to talk about you during beer with few friends. Have heard him say how he had taken you a few times in your house and all.”
“I guess someone should actually pull his pants down and see if I am true.”
It had been a good twenty four hours since the system had crashed. She had tried all she knew, reinstalling the OS which kept on getting stuck midway.The helpline was also of no great help, their final offer was to send a system engineer home within forty eight hours. Disha failed in convincing the support lady that she would be leaving to her college in a day and if she did not get her laptop repaired in twenty four hours there was no much help. She furiously turned her mobile off, it was hopeless expecting any support from them. It was then Disha finally decided to call one of her friends, they called him The Nerd, he was for all she knew a computer whiz kid.
It was many months before when she first interacted with The Nerd. He came across as a levelheaded person who knew what he was speaking about. Confident and ambitious hewas like his nick name, a Nerd. Avoided any unwanted conversations and usually just spoke in monosyllables or at most a single sentence. Disha had stuck a conversation with him few times and he knew how to keep things interesting. When the time came for her to pick a laptop, she dialed him and he had in fact advised her in detail a good option within her budget. It was only natural on her part to trouble him when she needed the help and she had kept it as the last option.Late that morning she texted him about the incident, he replied that he was held up that day and would drop in the next day morning if Disha was still in town. Even though it was cutting in close, she had to agree since it looked the only possible option.
It was eleven in the morning when he finally showed up, her folks had left for office and she was busy packing her luggage for the college. Her entire bed was littered with every single piece of clothing that she intended to pack.One suitcase and an unusually large backpack her cousin had gifted her a summer back were on the floor, right next to the bed. A backpack which would be sufficient to carry a few books and laptop was next to my table. So when she invited him to her bedroom, she had not really thought about the mess it was in. The Nerd looked at the mess and made his own conclusions, nevertheless he was in her room, with all her inner wear displayed on the bed along with nightdress and other clothes. Not that he had time to look since he headed off directly to the table, opened the laptop and started working on it.
“You just needed to reinstall the OS.” The expert opined.
“It does not go more than 51%. It just gets stuck there.”
“Your DVD might not be in top nick.”
The Nerd then fetched his DVD from his backpack. Inserted it on to the DVD slot and closed the lid. The rest took the usual time, while she was packing her clothes in he was busy with the laptop.
Their conversation whatever little they had mostly was about new college,future plans. They spoke about class a bit, about boys and girls and teachers. The Nerd knew more than enough for his reputation, about who was seeing whom and what all were happening in the campus. It came as no surpris ewhen he asked her if she was still going around with someone, who happened to be his friend. Disha replied in the negative.
“He used to speak a lot about you.”
“All good I hope?”Disha replied.
He paused a bit and replied cautiously, “Mostly yes.”
It took Disha by surprise, “Mostly Yes, what other things did he speak about.”
“Hmm.. let me think,About your trips and weekend liaisons.”
Disha was taken aback, “Trips and weekend liaisons. My god! Who told you that and why would you believe something like that?”
“He sounded pretty convincing.” The Nerd looked at her questioningly.
“Well I have never slept with him. I don’t know what he might have told you. We went around, but he was a real jerk.” Disha paused a bit, “And oh! He has a longer nose than a dick.”
The Nerd looked back at her shocked.
“No I am not joking.I had a tough time giving him a hand job once inside a theater. It just slipped out of my grasp.”Disha held up her right hand describing the same.
“So he lied a lot. He used to talk about you during beer with few friends. Have heard him say how he had taken you a few times in your house and all.”
“I guess someone should actually pull his pants down and see if I am true.”
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