It's been a while since I wrote anything so I devised this little story to help me get back into the swing of things. It's just a short story, a little sillier and a little less realistic than my previous works but hopefully a fun story regardless. I may return to these characters in the future, I may not, either way I hope you enjoy it.
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Arthur Ross wasn't exactly what you would call a 'ladies man'. As a self-proclaimed nerd he had long since abandoned his quest for female companionship and it had made life easier if not happier. He was by no means a virgin thanks to the few parties he was either invited to because he was in the same room or accidentally walked into through carelessness and lack of thought but those were few and far between to the point where every new lay was basically like the first time in terms of experience.
It was his confidence that was the problem, many of the women in his class admitted that he was a cute thing and his thin glasses added an innocence to him that made him harmless but in a nice way (as nice as you could be anyway). His fashion sense wasn't amazing but it wasn't god-awful either, he wore clothes that fit him but never stood out, he thankfully missed out on the braces and acne that befit the stereotype of his race and fed up with bullies grabbing his hair he'd kept it short for several years now and just kept it that way. In short he looked fine as far as anyone was concerned but his lack of self-esteem and confidence dragged him down, he lacked the ability to approach women and even if he could start up a conversation, continuing it was a different matter.
That all changed one day when the most unlikely person asked Arthur for help with perhaps the most unusual circumstance Arthur had ever come across.
It was May, and for the first time that week the sun was shining, not so much as to roast anyone but enough that the day was pleasant, Arthur sat alone on one of the picnic tables just outside the university grounds, not a typical venture thankfully, he had a couple close friends that had skipped class that day due to their work for the day being home-based so while they stayed in bed he had to come in by himself. Not that it mattered, he as enjoying the peace, his lunch was decent and despite having to return to a classroom that was a few degrees above sweltering in about an hour he was having a good time.
It was at that point that he felt the figure sit across him. And what a figure it was.
Nicola McAllister was the cheerleader type if their school had a cheerleader squad. Long light brown hair, almost chestnut in colour, soft Hazel eyes that you could get lost in as Arthur had done several times before and a face that seemed to have a permanent half-smile adorned, as though she was content with the world around her. And that was just above the neck, below that Nicola sported one of the best bodies Arthur had ever seen, she was an athletic woman and it showed, her stomach was tight, her thighs toned, privately she did feel like her breasts were too small but to Arthur they suited her lithe form perfectly, she was as graceful in movement as she was in shape.
In short she was not the type of woman that just sat down at Arthur's table without reason.
"Hey Art." She spoke using the classes trademark nickname for him, he didn't mind it and when Nicola said it he always preferred it to Arthur. "Can I ask your help with something."
"Uh... sure?" Immediately he hated the uncertainty in his voice. "I mean, yeah, what can I do for you, is it something in the class or...?"
"No, no, it's actually something a little more personal. Personal like I can't really talk to anyone else."
Being that he was sat mere inches from his dream girl and hearing her say 'personal' like a dirty secret his mind went to filth straight away but he kept that locked away. Besides whatever her issues was Art was intrigued.
"Ok, so what's the problem?"
Nicola looked around, as though making sure they weren't being spied on.
"I'd rather not say anything here, it's not anything I want anyone to overhear. Can you come over to my house?"
"Um, sure, I mean I gotta finish up some paperwork but that'll take 20 minutes and I can leave class early so I'll be there by about three, maybe earlier."
He didn't know what she wanted but the smile that beamed from her face made whatever it was worth it.
"Thanks Art, you're the best."
Nicola gave him a quick peak on the cheek then practically skipped off, showing Art her damn near perfect ass in the snug running shorts she was wearing. He stared at her as she left, stopping only once she turned round to catch him and giggled to herself. It wasn't malicious, that was one of the best things about Nicola, her inability to be cruel, she was sincere when she wanted to be and courteous when she could've been a bitch. That's why Art felt safe with her, he knew that she wasn't just using him for a joke or a prank or anything.
Although if she was planning on giving the nerdy guy a boner that would last until the end of lunch she had succeeded.
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Arthur knew where Nicola lived because he'd been to her house before, while not immediate neighbours they did live on the same street and his parents had made fast friends with hers when they moved here 10 years ago. The two of them had been mates in passing but it wasn't until university through them together that they started actively being close friends, different circles yeah but both were happy to spend some time together when the chance arouse, it was the only reason Art could talk to her without tripping over his own tongue.
He arrived earlier than expected, thinking it would score him brownie points with this delectable creature, a choice well-made judging by the way she nearly jumped as she opened the door.
"Art. Thank god." She instinctively hugged him, noting that he stealthily moved his crotch away from her. "Thanks for coming over."
"No problem, just happy to help. Where's your parents?"
"Oh they're in Hawaii visiting Kevin, they'll be gone all week."
Kevin was Nicola's half-brother from her father's previous marriage although mysteriously Nicola was the older sibling by only four months, he didn't know all the details but Arthur could gather it was a strange story not worth bringing up right now.
"Would you like a drink?" Her silk voice took him out of his thoughts.
"What, huh, sorry?" Internally he punched himself for being a fool.
"A drink, afraid all we've got is cola at the moment."
"Yeah, uh, please, thanks."
His eyes followed her as she went to the fridge and for the first time he noticed she was wearing a skirt, a little too long to be called a mini-skirt but shorter than usual, she probably shortened the hem, he's seen his cousin Rachel do something similar. His eyes nearly bugged out his head when Nicola bent over to reach the bottom of the fridge, showing the bottom of her cheeks, just a peek but it was more than enough to make Art uncomfortable, simultaneously he looked away while not tearing his eyes from the sights, the little perverted voice in the back of his head asked him if she was wearing anything under that skirt.
"I'm glad you find my ass so interesting."
Nicola's trademark half-smile told Art he was busted as she stood up, the expression on his face looked like he was about to start hyperventilating.
"No... I mean, I wasn't... I mean not that I wouldn't I mean..."
"Art, will you relax, I said I liked it."
"You did?"
"Well yeah, sometimes a girl likes to know that someone's checking her out."
Nicola slipped the can of cola into Arthur's hand, he swore he heard the cold can hiss with steam as he touched it. Nicola sat down on the armchair right beside them, Art took the sofa across from her.
She spoke first, as though her mind had been bursting to get it all out. "Ok, so about that favour I need from you. First I need you to promise you won't tell anyone, not your friends, not your parents, not anyone. Ok?"
"I promise I won't tell anyone. Who would I tell anyway?"
Nicola chuckled at the joke, Art wasn't known for his humour but occasionally he could drop some light humour to ease the tension.
