The Nerdy Scientist

As we sat in the car on the ferry for the short trip across the strait to the mainland, I was thinking about my son and questioning myself for the umpteenth time about whether I had failed him somehow. His mother had often accused me of not spending enough time with him when he was young and of always putting work ahead of family. According to her, that was the reason that he'd had such a difficult life. To some extent I was 'guilty as charged.' But, it seemed that whenever I tried to engage with him in sports, his hobbies, schoolwork, etc., something would happen ... one of us would get frustrated with the other, there were angry words exchanged, and we'd go our separate ways. I suppose I should have been more patient with him, especially since I'm the adult. In my defence, even when he was very young, we looked at life in a completely different way, which made it extremely difficult to find any common ground.

Jinny was riveted to her cell phone. "I've been trying to contact him several times, but he's not answering. I sure hope he's okay.

We got off the ferry and used the car's navigation to guide us to the McDonalds. We pulled into the parking lot and ran inside. There were only a few people sitting around the perimeter of the dining area. A quick scan showed that Brad was not one of them! I went up to the counter to see if anyone had seen him.

"Yeah, there was a guy who looked like that," said a pimply-faced teen. "There were a couple of scary looking dudes that came in and hauled him outta here."

"Did you see which way they went?" I asked him.

"I think it was to the left, but I'm not sure."

I thanked him, and we started searching, having no clear idea where to start. After about twenty minutes of walking up and down the street, looking for clues and checking out all the people passing us, we were about to give up, thinking that he mustn't be in the area. On a whim, I suggested an alley. It was dimly lit, but about thirty feet into it, we saw something that looked like a heap of clothes by a garbage bin. Closer inspection revealed it was Brad! He showed no sign of life, and I had a sick feeling that he was dead. I checked for a pulse, and there was a weak one. We used the light on Jinny's phone. There were bruises and smears of blood on his face consistent with a severe beating.

I called 911 and while we waited for help, I attempted to gently rouse him. Jinny was talking to him, trying to get him to react to her voice but to no avail. He was out cold. The paramedics arrived about ten minutes later. They took his vital signs, put him on a stretcher and transported him to an ambulance.

"Is he going to be okay?" Jinny asked them as they walked towards the street.

"Too soon to tell. His pulse is weak, but he's breathing normally. We'll have a better idea when we get him to emergency," said one of the attendants.

We drove to the hospital, and after providing some information about his identity at the reception desk, we sat down and waited. I called Amy and updated her on Brad's condition. I let her know that I would probably be at the hospital for quite a while until we knew what his chances were.

"Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry. I sure hope he's going to be okay. Call me if you get any news or just want to talk."

After a short conversation that reinforced my strong and warm feelings for her, I figured that I'd better let my ex know what was going on.I don't want to talk to that bitch right now,I thought, deciding to text her instead. I sent her a terse message:Brad is in the hospital. He's hurt bad.

It was now well after midnight, so I didn't think she'd respond right away, but at least I'd done my duty informing her. But I was wrong. Within a couple of minutes, my phone rang. I debated whether to answer it but decided that I had to, under the circumstances. She came right to the point, exactly what I was expecting from her.

"It's 2 am! This better be fucking serious. You just woke me up from a sound sleep."

I didn't mince words. "Brad is in a bad way. To be honest, they don't know whether he's going to make it." There was a long pause.

"I'm sorry for the attitude, Jake. I knew this was going to happen some day," she said, noticeably upset and crying. "Where is the hospital? I'll be right there." I told her which one, and she hung up.

"Well, I finally get to meet Brad's mother. He's told me a lot about her ... a fair bit of it not that flattering. Sorry Jake, I shouldn't have said that."

"No worries, Jinny. I could tell you some stories about her too, but it's not a good time to get into that." We looked up to see a woman approaching us.

"Are you Brad's father?" she said, looking at me.

"Yes, I am. How's he doing?"

"I'm the doctor looking after him. I am cautiously optimistic that he's going to make it."

"Why the caution?"

"Well, he's awake, and his vital signs are good, but he's not responding to simple questions ... his name, where he lives, etc. So, we're concerned that he might have suffered a concussion, and there's a possibility that he has brain damage. We'll have a better idea in a day or so. He needs to stay here for observation. Also, I've ordered an EEG that will check to see how well his brain is functioning."

"Can we see him?" Jinny asked.

"Yes, but only for a few minutes."

She led us down a hallway to a small room that was more like a closet. "I'm sorry, but this is the only space we have available right now." There was barely enough room to walk in it, the bed and assorted monitoring equipment taking up most of the space.

Jinny and I edged in on either side of the bed. They had cleaned him up quite a bit. However, he still had several purple coloured bruises covering his face. One of his eyes was blackened with a row of stitches above it. He appeared to be sleeping, but when Jinny bent over and kissed him on his forehead, his eyes slowly opened and a small grin appeared. That was good! He recognized her.

"Brad, it's Dad here," I said, taking his hand. He looked over at me, and the smile lingered. Then he grimaced, and his lips moved slightly. He tried to talk, but it was more like mumbling and unintelligible. He kept on even though you could see that it was difficult for him trying to speak.

"You'll have to leave. He really needs to rest," the doctor said, ushering us out.

And then it came out quite clearly - "Dad, I'm sorry." He closed his eyes and drifted away.

Jinny wanted to stay, but the doctor convinced us that sleep was the best thing for him and suggested that we come back in the morning. We were on our way out, walking down the hallway to the exit, when I saw my ex and former best friend headed in our direction.

There was an awkward silence when they reached us. Geoff looked very uncomfortable. I sensed that he really didn't like the idea of coming to the hospital, not wanting to face me. His head was down and looking to the side. I had a momentary feeling of compassion for him, but it didn't last.Fucking asshole, I will never forgive you for what you did behind my back.My ex was sizing up Jinny. Not having met her yet, her expression told the story. She thought Jinny and I were in some sort of relationship. Jinny must have sensed this too.

"Hi Mrs. Hudson. I'm Jinny, Brad's girlfriend."

Chloe rudely ignored her and instead turned and faced me.

"How is he doing? Can we see him?" she said, the contempt for me showing in her voice.

I brought her up to speed, and she walked away down the hallway heading to the nurses' station, Geoff following like a puppy dog behind her.

"Wow, she really is a bitch."

"Yeah, she sure is. I am much happier to be away from her. I don't know why I put up with her crap for all those years."

I texted Amy with the latest details, and then we drove to my condo about twenty minutes away. I was so tired and glad that I had navigation to direct me there. I parked the car in the underground lot, and we took the elevator to the 16th floor. We were both hungry. I microwaved a couple of muffins that I found in the freezer. The condo has two bedrooms, and I assumed that Jinny would want to sleep separately.

"Jinny, you can sleep in the bedroom down the hall. It has its own en suite."

"No, Jake, I am so stressed out. If you're okay with it, I would really like to sleep with you."

We got under the covers, me with just my jockeys and Jinny, of course, nude! But no hanky-panky. We were both asleep in minutes with Jinny curled up beside me.

I awoke around 10 am, lying on my back with my usual morning wood. I was about to get up and relieve myself when I became aware that there was a hand on my cock! Jinny was still sleeping, but every few seconds she was rubbing it up and down. Moments later she woke up.

"Good morning, Jake," she said sleepily, continuing to fondle it. "You're a hard man to wake up to," she said, with a lascivious smile, enjoying the pun.

"Jinny, that feels great, but are you okay with us fooling around?"

"Well, the way I see it Brad does not see any reason to commit to just one partner. And I can sense what Amy would say viewing us right now - 'There is a study concerning the amount of sex drive in mammals that found that humans are in the upper ten percentile, even ahead of most primates. Jake and Jinny, I can see that you are obviously aroused and that you are only responding to the hormonal response in your brains seeking pleasure with each other.'Or something like that."

"Well, if you put it that way, I guess it's okay," I rationalized.

"I knew you'd see it my way," she said, shifting over and getting between my legs. "I just fucking love your cock," she said, holding it at the base and starting to lick the tip. She only took a few inches into her mouth, but her tongue darting around the tip was driving me crazy. It was only the pressure from my full bladder that stopped me from cumming almost immediately. She continued to pleasure me, easing up once in a while when she sensed I was about to cum. "Mmmmm ... I love the taste of your precum."

She took me to the brink numerous times over the next ten minutes. Eventually she draped her legs over my face and lowered her body close to my mouth. She was dripping pussy juice as I found her clit and started to lick it. She continued to suck on me, grinding her pelvis until she let out a scream and came. She redoubled her pace on my cock until I shot several huge spurts into her mouth. We took a shower together, got dressed, and had a quick breakfast of cereal and coffee.

We arrived at the hospital around noon. Brad's doctor was at the nurses' station. We waited until she was free. She looked around and saw us.

"I have some mostly good news for you. Brad is doing quite a bit better. He had a peaceful night and has been awake since around nine and had a light breakfast. He is answering simple questions now, but is still struggling to speak. The EEG shows no serious brain damage, but his symptoms show a severe concussion. He will need to stay in the hospital for a couple more days so we can observe his recovery, and then we can release him if all goes well."

"Can we see him now?" Jinny said.

"Sure, but only for about ten minutes. He still needs lots of rest."

When we walked into his room, he was awake and focused on us.

"Hi Jinny. Hi Dad."

Jinny rushed up, bent over, and kissed him. "Brad I'm so happy you're alive. I was so worried about you."

"Yeah, I fee ... I feel like shit, but I'mmmm still here," he said, with obvious difficulty.

He looked over at me as I came along beside him. "Dad, I'm so sorry I let you down."

"Don't worry about that now, Brad. I just want you to get better. I have some questions for you, but that can wait till later."

"Thanks, Dad. Oh, and the cops were here this morning. I didn't tell them anything. Don't want to rat them out."

"I'll leave that up to you, but aren't you worried that they'll be back to finish the job someday?

"No. I'm pretty sure that won't happen."

A nurse arrived to let us know our time was up.

"I have to go to the island later today to do some work. I'll get back to see you as soon as I can."

"Brad, I'll be here tomorrow morning. Hopefully I can stay longer," Jinny said. Then she kissed him goodbye, and we started to leave.

"Bye guys, love you," he said, looking worn out from talking to us.

I drove Jinny back to the condo. I went up with her to give her the spare key. "You can stay as long as you like, Jinny. I'll be back in a couple of days," I said as I motioned towards the door.

"How about a quickie?" she said, starting to strip.

I knew that we shouldn't, but it was so hard to resist her as I looked at those beautiful tits. We threw off our clothes, and raced to the bedroom. After intense fucking, with her on the edge of the bed with me pounding inside her, I came. I left shortly after.

I should be feeling guilty, but I'm not. I can't wait to see her again, I thought as I was driving towards the ferry terminal. I had another very desirable woman waiting for me at the cottage, and it looked like Brad was going to pull through. Life was good, at least for the moment.

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As I was waiting for the ferry to dock at the island, I did some soul searching—isit okay to be having sex with my son's girlfriend? Is it morally wrong to be cheating on my new girlfriend!My parents are devout evangelicals, and I was taught in church thatallextramarital sex is forbidden and that I would burn in hell for eternity if I engaged in it. If that was true, then I had no hope of redemption. There was too long a list of couplings outside of marriage to rectify it now! But, on the other hand, if 'consenting adults' is the only criterion to be considered for having sex, then I was off the hook.

Of course I preferred the second line of thinking. There was an inkling ofAm I letting my son down?There was an easy answer to that—no, when you add up all the times he had letmedown over the years. Amy was more difficult for me to justify. But, considering what just taken place between the three of us, I was pretty sure she would not be upset if she found out.

I drove the short distance to the cottage, wondering what Amy was up to. I had texted her earlier, and she replied that she was working on the other side of the island and would be back around five or so. I parked the car and went inside. I had a couple of hours to catch up on work. Before I started up my laptop, I had a look around. It was definitely looking more like a home. I thought, "Awoman's touch,"and then wondered if that was a sexist way of looking at it. It was a lot different than my bland approach to decorating. There were a couple of vases of flowers, shell collections in jars, towels nicely arranged in the bathrooms, and pillows on the couch that she must have found stored away in the closet.

I poured myself a glass of red wine and answered a ton of emails that had piled up over the past couple of days. I was pleased to see that the outline for my merger proposal had been well received. Now all I had to do was flesh it out.That should give me time to finish it in the next day or so before I go back to see Brad. I was thinking as I heard the front door open. I rose from my chair and embraced her as she entered the living room.

"Jake, it's so great to have you back. I've been so lonely here."

"I'm glad to be back. The place looks fantastic. I love what you've done with it!"

I kissed her, and as it lingered, I could feel myself getting aroused. She gently pushed me back.

"Well, I can see thathemissed me too," she said, staring at my crotch. I'm soaked from all the rain today. I need to get out of these clothes and have a shower. There are some leftovers in the fridge. I'm very hungry!"

I found some shellfish and pasta in a casserole dish and started heating it up in the oven. I was working on a salad when she joined me and picked up the glass of wine that I'd poured for her. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top, obviously with no bra, her pointy nipples clearly visible under the Lycra. It was hard to concentrate on cutting up peppers, green onions, etc.

"Well, that feels a lot better. Do you need any help?"

"No, just sit down at the island and tell me about your day."

"I spent the day doing a preliminary study of the environmental impact of a proposed expansion of a marina. I have been tasked by my manager to prepare a presentation and deliver it at a public meeting in the community in three days. There's not much time to get it ready, but I know I can pull it off."

"Yes, I've heard a lot about it over the past few months. There seems to be almost no middle ground; the residents of the island are either for it or against it."

"And your take on it, Jake?"

I was careful with my words, not wanting to annoy her. "Well, I am mostly against it, but I want to get more info at the meeting before I make my final decision. One thing that I've heard is that the old marina really needs work, so I am wondering whether that is part of the expansion plans."

"That is a good approach to take. I'm going to address that in my presentation."

We ate dinner and then sat down to watch the evening news. After an hour's recitation of the latest wars, murders, and disasters, Amy suggested we change the channel.

I was pretty sure what was coming. "Sure, put on anything you like."

A few clicks and there were the usual porn categories. Amy kept looking until she came to 'Cuckold.' "Does that interest you at all, Jake? I have a feeling I know what it is, but I'm not sure what sort of action takes place."

"Well, let's have a look," I said, wondering where this was leading to.

The video started out with a husband and wife discussing their sex life. The wife was doing most of the talking. "Honey, our sex life is so boring. We have to do something to spice it up. I've been having fantasies about your friend Bob at work. The last time he was here, I could sense that he found me attractive. I hope you don't mind. I invited him over this evening." The doorbell rang. The wife rushed to the door. "Here he is!"

The wife embraced him, totally ignoring her husband. She engaged him in conversation, telling him of their, well mostly, her plan. Bob looked over towards the husband. "Are you okay with this, Jack?"

"I guess so, whatever Cathy wants."

As so often happens in porn, the clothes came off quickly. Bob and Cathy got it on while Jack watched. It was the usual scenario with Jack looking rather uncomfortable, only having a semi-erection while the well-endowed Bob pleasured his wife. But this video had a twist at the end. Jack finally got excited and joined them in a DP, and then the money shot showed them both cumming on her tits. As the credits rolled, Cathy and Jack were embracing. A happy ending!

"Well, what do you think, Jake? Did that turn you on?"

"Yes, it did. How about you?"

"I must admit that it did. There are several studies indicating that most of the time bringing another male sex partner into your marriage or partnership is detrimental to it, with jealousy being the major issue. But, almost a third of the time, the relationships improved. So, I guess you have to be careful, but it might work if the man doesn't have any jealousy issues."

"Does that mean you'd be willing to try it?"

"Maybe, with the right guy."

Without further discussion, not saying yea or nay whether this could work for us, we headed to the bedroom. We stripped off our clothes, and I alternately french-kissed her and sucked on her gorgeous nipples while I fucked her for a good half hour, not easily cumming after only about eight hours since dallying with Jinny!