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I am a nerd-a glasses wearing, puffy-haired, chemistry and non-euclidian math-loving nerd. I do so well in school that I probably will have helped a dozen less nerdly guys and girls to graduate.

I desired and sought the approval of others so much so that I let them use and walk all over me, especially girls.

"My parents took away my car and my ride left without me. Will you mind driving me home?" Tamara asked, her shoulders scrunched up and she tilted her head.

She didn't even need to use the body language to manipulate me. I would have done almost anything for her since seventh grade.

"Sure, if you tell me where to go."

Yeah. I have a crush on her for five years. I know almost everything about her from our tutoring conversations, except I don't even know where she lives.

We had always studied at the school library.

"Okay. Right there. Turn left and that's my house," she said, pointing to a two story mansion.

"Wow." I whispered soundlessly to no one in particular. Tamara didn't hear it.

Tamara slid her hand against the door handle and twisted. The door clicked opened. She turned to smile at me. Even through those braces her face still shined like a goddess of symmetry. I am such a pathetic nerd.

"Thank you. It's sweet of you to do this for me."

"Sure. No problem. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Bye."

I watched her lower back side swing to the rhythm of her steps, hypnotized. It was as if her two 36C, firm breasts were fighting for dominance, rising and ebbing, up and down, creasing her tight jeans. I twisted my hands into the artificial leather of the steering wheel. Damn!

Why do I have to be so cowardly? Why the second thoughts? The scientist said it was okay. There is nothing unethical about the cologne.

A cologne is a widely accepted form of social enhancement. Its purpose is to make you more attractive smelling to others, especially females.

Yeah, but no one said anything about the pheromones in it. What's worse is that I concentrated the liquid twenty times. I might as well be raping her.

No, there's no guarantee that the pheromone works on her.

Yeah right. The scientist said it produced sexual behavior in 75% of the female test subjects in the peer reviewed, statisically-controlled, double blind experiment. The scientist, by the most rigorous scientific standards, had established causality. The simple fact of the matter is that the pheromone worked.

Hmm. What the heck. Graduation is in three weeks. When am I going to have a chance like this? I dabbled the liquid under the nose and on my cheeks.

Ding da ding! Ding da ding! Ding da ding!

"Hold a second!" Tamara yelled and her footsteps echoed closer to the ornately carved wooden door.

The door swung opened.

"Oh, sorry I yelled."

"Hi. I'm embarassed to say this, but I need to use your bathroom."

"Of course. Don't worry about it. It's just a natural function of being alive," Tamara said, as she ushered me in. Did I mentioned that I find hot, sweet, and intelligent women attractive? Who douldn't, right?

"It's on the left and..."

Tamara gazed at me with a distinct lust on her face. Her pupil dilated to the point that her hazel eyes seemed to be engulfed in a black hole. She closed the distance and closed her eyes. Her nose led her lips to mine.

Her hands reached up and held my face. She devoured my lips, sucking on the bottom and then the top. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as she twisted her head to seal our orifice. My hands slid to her hips, hanging on tentavely. She was having none of it.

Our lips tore apart at the junction. She looked into my eyes, her fingers traced my hand to her hips. She placed them at her ass and squeezed my hands. I got the message. God. Her buns were as firm and tight as they looked in her designer jeans. I kneaded them. I caressed them. I don't know why I pinched them, but it was a stroke of luck.

"Ahh.oh. whoh."

Tamara's eyes shot opened. She seemed as more crazed than before.

"Yes. That's it. It's all yours. Take it. Slap it. Here," she said as she unzipped her jeans and pulled out of her t-shirt, along with her under garments.

"What are you waiting for?"

I snapped out of my shock and looked into her eyes. She was clenching her bared teeth, challenging me to take her.

Zzzzzipppppp!

"UUHHH," Tamra moaned, as my cock slammed half way into her cunt. Our lips joined again as we stumbled toward the formal dining room. Her ass slid onto the table. We broke our kiss. I looked down as my cock slowly invaded her pussy. My black hairs mingled with her dark blond muff. Her cunt felt tight and incredibly warm.

Her wetness dampened our entwined pubis.Tamara wordlessly offered her tits to me. I suckled on the right nipple as if I was a starving infant. The more I sucked the harder she moaned. I sanked my teeth further up her tits.

"AhhhHHHHH!"

Her pussy gripped and sucked me up into her womb. It was too much for me. My pelvis grinded into her, as if I was trying to stab her womb. I stroked out and

slammed into her repeatedly. Her scream was silent as the redness from her chest spread all over her torso and then her forearm. Her mouth formed an O as

her eyes slid up into her socket. Her body stiffed for half a minute and then went limp. The whole time her cunt remained tight on the base of my cock. Her

cervix dipped up and down as if to deepthroat my cock.

Minutes passed. Tamara's cunt slowly relinquished my cock. She woke up and raced her arms around my shoulders. Tears fell on my back as she sniffled.

"I'm yours now. I've never felt like this with anyone before." Her words made my cock lurched into hardness.

She released me and smiled into my eyes.

"Do it. Breed me again. Knock me up. Show me that I'm yours and no one else."

My eyes glazed over. I should be scared to death but the thought of impregnating Tamara filled me with lust. I want to claim her body as mine, forever. The thought of her belly expanding over nine months as I fucked her made my blood boiled over.

My hips hammered into crotch. Each thwack met with an "uhh". I rammed on and on into the center of her being. My pace quickened. I pulled out to the crown and slammed in and drilled deeper. I saw in my mind's eye the crown piercing her cervix. I couldn't stand it anymore and filled her with my second helping of verile seed.

We collapsed on the table. Our bodies gasping. My ears were throbbing. I can only hear my heartbeat. My visions blurred and then nothing but darkness.

I opened my eyes to a mound topped with a red nipple. My wilted cock was still sheathed in Tamara's pussy. She saw me woked up and smile. I pulled us up from the table as we kissed again.

"I don't know why but I want to be your woman. That was the best ever."

In my bedroom and on my desk sat the vial of concentrated pheromone. Now that the effects my first sexual experience have worn off I looked at the vial with a skeptic's gaze no longer. It not only worked, but it worked maybe too well. I suspect the pheromone went straight from the nose to the hippocamus, our primitive brain. It activated the instinct designed as a foundation of our will- the desire to mate, breed, and continue the line of the species. The pheromone made me the most attractive partner that Tamara could ever imagined.

For some reason I no longer feel even a bit guilty or nervous.

I finally understood the power of a nerd.