The Nerdy Scientist

I surfaced a few times overnight. Each time, I experienced a pleasant shock. I wasn't alone, and there was a woman, an intriguing, intelligent, and very sexy woman, lying naked next to me! The last time I woke up, I checked my cell phone, and it was 7:30. I had a full bladder that needed emptying. I edged out of bed and walked slowly towards the bathroom, trying not to wake her.

"Good morning, Jake," Amy said, rubbing her eyes and rising to a sitting position, exposing her lovely tits as the sheet dropped. "Wow, that is some erection you have there!"

"Yeah, I get that almost every morning," I said, making no attempt to cover up and facing her.

"Really, erotic dreams?"

"No, the rather crude explanation is a pee-hard."

"Right, I think I understand. Your penis has a dual purpose--peeing and ejaculating, and in the morning it is the former. After your body processes the liquids you have imbibed and stores the urine in your bladder, it eventually flows out and then puts pressure on your penis, and thus the swelling that I see."

"I've never really thought about it that way, but that sounds right."

While I stood there, cock at full mast, she grabbed her phone and rapidly typed into it.

"Well, according to WebMD, your assumption is not quite right. Apparently, the average male has a series of erections during the night, unbeknownst to the man, due to changing levels of testosterone. It just happens that often a peak coincides with a full bladder in the morning. I have to admit that I am sexually aroused looking at it. More research is needed, I think. Once is not enough. Repeated observations are at the root of the scientific method. Do you need to eliminate first, or can I start now?"

"No, I can wait a bit," I said, moving to the edge of the bed, proudly displaying my rock-hard cock.

"There's not going to be any pee, though, right? I don't think I'm ready for that kind of tasting."

"Nope, I don't think so. As long as I'm being stimulated by your mouth and tongue, the valve that releases my pee is closed off until I cum. That's a layman's explanation of it."Wow, she has me talking like her. But as long as she's willing to suck me, I'll use any words to keep her happy. There I go again, only thinking of her as a sex object. Oh fuck, her mouth feels so good on my cock!

She was quite the pro now, taking my cock all the way down her throat, which drove me wild. I played with her nipples, and she was moaning, the vibration of her vocal cords adding to my enjoyment. It was a short and ecstatic blowjob that was over in about a minute. She swished the cum around in her mouth, as if once again she was assessing an expensive Pinot Noir, and swallowed.

"A complex taste. I really enjoyed that, an added bonus to the ongoing scientific study," she said, with the trace of a smile.

"Yes, me as well. And now I really have to pee," I said, hurrying to the bathroom.

I was in midstream when I sensed that I was being watched.

"My goodness, that is a torrent, Jake. I have always wanted to watch a man urinate. I envy the standing position. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I said, shaking off the last few drips into the toilet. "

We showered (together), got dressed, breakfasted on poached eggs and bagels, then went for a walk around the property. The forecast was right; it was a cold, frosty morning. The ground was white, and the low-hanging mist had deposited a rime coating on all the trees and bushes. It was magical and warranted some photos with my cell phone. I took a few selfies of Amy and me as well. We reviewed the images, and then Amy impulsively pulled me close and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek but a long lingering one on the lips, open-mouthed with tongue inserted. It lasted for over thirty seconds.

"You know, Jake, I am really starting to like you, and I don't even know your last name."

"It's Hudson. And you?"

"O'Brien. Irish dad and French mom. Amy is short for Amelie."

"Nice to meet you, Amelie O'Brien," I said, very formally.

We went back inside the cottage and sipped our second cups of coffee, staring out at the water as the sun occasionally appeared through cloud breaks, illuminating the lightly rippled water.

"It's hard to leave here, but I have some work to do today. I've got a few more specimens to collect on the other side of the island, and then I'll add them to the metal container. By the time I drop it off at the dock to be shipped to the lab, it should be close to suppertime. Any thoughts?"

"I have a restaurant in mind, you know, the one at the marina, close to where I met you. Great seafood and drinks there."

"Yes, I know the one. I've been meaning to try it, but I didn't want to go by myself. See you at 6?"

"Sounds good. Do you need a vehicle to get around in?"

"No, I have a quad I can use, parked in the shed by the boathouse."

I opened up my laptop to review email while Any freshened up. She came up to me before leaving.

"Bye Jake," she said, after a shorter but very nice kiss. She called back just before the door closed, "Get some condoms." Before I could respond, she was gone and jogging away.

"Hmmm... well, I know what we're going to be doing after supper,"I thought, hoping that the only drugstore on the Island was open. It was kind of hit and miss, depending on whether the old pharmacist was out checking his crab traps.Gotta love island life.

I finished answering my email, sat in on another Zoom call for an hour or so, and then headed out to get the condoms. I was glad to see that the 'open' sign was displayed as I drove up to the store.

"Hi Bert, glad you're open today."

"Hi Jake, Great to see you. It's been a while. Hey, Marg was in earlier and said she saw you walking with that little honey who works for the county. Said you were looking pretty chummy with her."

"Jeez, it's hard to get away with anything on this island. Marg should keep her frigging mouth shut," I said, heading over to the colourful boxes of condoms on the far side of the store. I had already figured that I was getting myself into some ribbing, but now everyone on the Island was going to knowwhoit was for.But what the hell, I'm not a fucking teen anymore. I can do what I want with whoever I want to do it with. Screw them.

"Wow, things have progressed rather well with her, eh," Bert said, as I threw the package down on the counter. He actually winked as he said it.

"I don't suppose it would do any good to ask you not to tell anyone." Bert just smiled. "Yeah, I guess not." I decided to change the subject.

"How's the crabbing?"

"Not bad, but somebody keeps stealing from the traps. If I catch him, I'll beat the shit out of him."

This wasn't an idle threat. Bert was about 6' 4" and 230 or so pounds.

We talked about Island stuff for a while, and then I made my way to the door.

"You have fun tonight, Jake. Sure wish I was young again."

As I was walking back to the cottage, I was feeling great. Yeah, it is definitely nice to be young, well, relatively young, and finally meet someone that could be 'the one.'

I sat down at the island and checked my personal email account. There was one from my ex.Fuck, what the hell does that bitch want now?It was short but not sweet--'Brad got busted again. He needs someone to bail him out. I don't have any extra cash since you cut me off. He'll be locked up until you send the money to this address.' Brad is my nineteen-year-old son who had been living on and off the street the past couple of years. He had had issues with mental health, depression, and anxiety since he was in his early teens, and it had only gotten worse since we separated. With the help of his mother's lies, he blamed me for the separation.

How the hell could that bitch have let that asshole former best friend of mine fuck her behind my back and ruin our marriage?I thought for the hundredth time. I knew I was better off without her, and to be truthful, I missed him more than her. But I'd love to get even with them sometime; I'm not sure how.

I clicked on the link, and it took me to a sheriff's office website. I found my son's name, and I read the details of his arrest--selling meth, again! After a few more clicks, I got to a form that I could fill out--my name, relationship to the accused, address, etc., and then my banking info in order to transfer the money that was required to release him. I poised over the final mouse click that would send the money for several minutes. This was the third time in the past year and a half that I had helped him out, and each time it was for more money. And I never ever got any thanks from him!What the hell? He's my son, and I can't abandon him.I clicked, and instantly I was ten thousand bucks poorer!

I spent the rest of the day dealing with a few issues at work that my assistant shared with me, mostly concerning the electric airliner project. I also took some time out for reading. My current book is 'On Writing,' a nonfiction book by Stephen King. It came highly recommended, and I was hoping it would improve my writing skills at work. I checked the time--5:45. I put on a clean shirt and my fleece jacket and then walked the short distance to the restaurant.

Amy was waiting for me at the entrance. We embraced and kissed. I suddenly felt much better, my stressful day with work and my son over for a while, and on to a nice supper with a woman that I really cared for. And there was the after-dinner entertainment to think about!

I acknowledged the smiles and words of greeting from people that I knew as we walked over to a table overlooking the marina.

As we perused the menus, Jamie and Esther, long-term Island friends of my ex-wife and I, came up to our table.

"Jake, long time, my friend." I stood up, and we shook hands. "We can do better than that," giving me a hug. I also hugged Esther, and she kissed me on the lips. "It's so great to see you again, Jake." She turned towards Amy, offering her hand. "I'm Esther, and this is Jamie. Jake never was much good at introductions. We've been friends since shortly after we moved to the island about fifteen years ago."

"It's great to meet you. Why don't you sit down with us?" Amy said, gesturing to the two vacant seats.

"Sure, we'd love to," Jamie said, going over to their table and grabbing drinks.

The food was fantastic, and we had a great time with them over the next couple of hours. Amy was a bit shy at first but opened up after a couple of glasses of wine. Jamie is a great conversationalist as well as being flirtatious, especially with any new female that he finds attractive. He asked Amy a ton of questions about her work, interested, I thought, up to a point. The way he was looking at her, I could tell that this was also a quest to get her to like him enough to have sex with him. Esther rolled her eyes a few times. She had seen this many times before, but since they had an open marriage, she wasn't that upset by it.

Chloe, my ex, and I had swapped with them on one occasion years ago, shortly after we first met. We were visiting them at their place on a warm summer evening. After eating and then consuming lots of booze, Jamie suggested skinny dipping in their oceanside pool. We were all into it, although Chloe was a little reluctant at first, but with lots of encouragement, she finally stripped down and joined us in the water. We horsed around for a while, and then Jamie took the lead, escorting Chloe into their house, his cock already stiffening before they reached the door. Esther was all over me as soon as they left. She placed her hands under my ass and held me as she vigorously sucked my cock. She was very good at it, and I thought I was going to cum. She must have sensed this.

"Not so fast, buster, I want more from you than a mouthful of cum! Come with me."

I followed her to a gazebo, a few steps down from the pool. There was a table and a couple of chairs and a bed off to the side. She tossed the pillows from the bed.

"Lie down, Jake," she ordered.

I complied, and then she lowered herself until my cock penetrated her pussy. I had a great view of her tits bouncing up and down as she rode me. She bucked up and down until, after about ten minutes or so, she let out several shrieks and came. I followed shortly after. There was a chill in the air now, so we walked over to their hot tub and relaxed in the jetted water. All of a sudden, Chloe came quickly up to us.

"Jake," she shouted. "Get out of there and find your clothes. We're leaving."

Apparently, things didn't go too well with her and Jamie. As we were driving home, she was on a rant. "You won't believe what he wanted to do." I didn't say anything. "After we fucked for a while and I was kind of enjoying that, he wanted to stick his prick up my ass. Drunk or not, that is something I'd never do!"

Okay, enough digressing and reminiscing about my carnal past. Back to the woman that I was falling in love with and didn't want to share withanymen. We were walking back from the restaurant talking about Jamie and Esther.

"I couldn't tell for sure, but I had the feeling that Jamie was hitting on me."

"Yes, I'm pretty sure he was, although he has been such a flirt with women for so many years that it's become his natural way of talking to them."

"I didn't detect any jealousy from Esther."

"No, she's so used to him doing it that it doesn't affect her, well, maybe bores her a bit since she's seen it so many times. And she occasionally flirts with men as well."

"Sounds like they have a rather unusual marriage. I detect that it is an open relationship? According to a study I read, open marriages are doomed to failure over 90 percent of the time."

"Somehow it seems to work for them."

"He's an interesting man, but I think I'll establish boundaries with him. His offer to paint me was likely to be in the nude, and I don't want to go there."

"Wise choice!"

"On another subject, did you get them?" I knew right away what she meant.

"Yes, I did."

"Great, I can't wait to get started!"

Her childlike enthusiasm was really turning me on! We went inside and stripped, and as I reached for the condom package on the bedside table, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

"Would it distract you if we had some entertainment in the background, Jake? Actually, it could pass as instructional material for sexual positions that we could try."

"No, I am definitely fine with that," I said, in disbelief that she wanted to do this.

She used the remote to display the four channels listed on the cable guide--Mature Temptations, Limitless Lust, Lesbian Vixens, and All Male.

"Well, let's start with Limitless Lust. I like the alliteration!"

After she clicked on it, there was a young couple fucking doggy style.

"Do you want to start with that, Jake?" she said, innocently.

"Sure," I said, unravelling the condom and rolling it over my erection. Amy got very close to see the procedure.

"It looks very thin, I suppose for maximum enjoyment, almost like it wasn't there." She looked at the wording on the package. "It says it's ribbed. I guess that's for me!" She was curious about everything.

Looking at the screen, she got on all fours at the edge of the bed. I moved in behind her and gently inserted my cock. She was quite wet, not needing any lubrication, and in spite of being tight, I easily slid in all the way. I moved in and out, gradually increasing the pace. We spent the next half hour trying all the positions that we saw on the tube--cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, legs up, side by side, etc. We finished with missionary after I turned off the TV. I raised up her legs, and Amy gasped as I penetrated her deeply while I sucked on her nipples and then moved up to kiss her. She climaxed, and then I came shortly after. We were exhausted and lay there for several minutes, appreciating the moment.

"Jake, I really enjoyed that, but I think we are still missing some positions." I thought she was serious, but then she added, "I'm joking," she said with a grin. "Next time, let's just wing it and do whatever feels good in the moment. So how long does it take for you to recharge?" she said, still smiling. We didn't get much sleep that night.

In the morning, while she was still sleeping, I got up and checked my email. Nothing at work to be concerned about. My personal email account was quite a bit different, though. I barely recognized the sender. It had been so long since I'd heard anything from him--'Dad, I need to talk to you about something very important. Mom told me that you were on the Island. I'm coming over on the 1 pm ferry--Brad.'

Oh fuck, what now?,I thought, slamming the laptop closed.