Training College Nerds

By D. Spencer

When Tara is leaving the cottage she rented for the weekend with her coworkers, she has an adventure teaching the owner's son about sex. One thing leads to another, and her blatant flirting leads to more. So Much more. The sexy but shy college man learns from her, and then his friends do as well. She is amazed at how the slutty side of her comes out around people she thinks she'll never see again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D. Spencer
• Release date: Dec 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370641857

D. Spencer

Hello, I am D. Spencer, and thank you for joining me to take a stroll through the gutters of my mind. All too frequently my imagination comes up with scenes of erotic debauchery, torturing me mercilessly until I type them out. The result is what you see here. Or am I recounting real events? If only the walls could talk... My stories cover many genres and points of view, told by different voices. Please let me know what you think, your comments and votes are greatly appreciated.

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Training College Nerds

By D. Spencer

Copyright 2016 D. Spencer

Published by Slick Media, LLC at Smashwords

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Tara waved goodbye to her friends as they drove down the long driveway, then sighed heavily as she sat on the front porch of the cottage. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged herself, and she sighed sadly as she looked at the picturesque landscape, drinking in the vast beauty that a camera lens simply couldn't capture. The smells and sounds of nature encompassed her, and even though she had spent so little actual enjoying it, the thought of returning home was depressing.

Damn girl, it's already been three days, believe it or not. Tara whispered, her voice cracking as she tried to compose herself. Get a grip, it's time to get back to real life. We only had three glorious, beautiful, calm days, but I'll remember this place for the rest of my life.

After wiping her eyes, Tara pushed herself to her feet and walked inside the cottage, looking around again to make sure that everything was properly in place. One benefit of having three middle-aged professional women sharing the space for an extended weekend was that there wasn't much of a mess for them to clean up, and Tara smiled faintly through her misty eyes as she quickly re-lived a few flashes of memories that she had so recently shared with her friends in these rooms.

The sun was low on the horizon when she saw a dust cloud at the end of the driveway. She did one last check to make sure everything was ready for the property owner, hoping that the old man was in a better mood than he had been in on Friday. Tara's heart sank slightly when she saw him get out of the car, knowing the look on his face that showed he was still grumpy. The sadness was quickly washed away when the passenger door opened and a handsome young man got out, and she tried not to stare at him as her pulse raced.

Good evening Mr. Evans, how are you doing today? Tara asked lightly, reaching out her hand to shake as he approached.

Evenin', he grunted, giving her a hand a shake that was as brief as it was limp, let's get this over with.

The old man opened the folder of papers as he walked past her, comparing the items on the porch with the inventory list. Tara watched him with an eyebrow cocked, shaking her head slowly as she listened to him grumble while he walked inside. She heard footsteps behind her and turned around, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the young man approaching slowly.

Good evening, miss. I'm sorry about my dad, he's horrible at introducing me. My name is Henry, and I'm helping him out with the rentals. You're Tara, right? Are your friends still here with you?

Umm, yeah, that's me. Tara stuttered, holding out her hand as she returned Henry's shy smile. No, my friends all headed back home a few hours ago. Is your dad always this grumpy?

Pretty much. This cottage is the worst though, it takes like twenty minutes to drive out here, and he was grumbling the whole time. Sorry, I don't mean to bother you with my problems, my apologies. So was your stay here satisfactory?

Oh wow, are you kidding me? This place is absolutely lovely. The views are intense, and it's so quiet that a few times I forgot I was still in the same state. So you said you're helping with the rentals? Aren't you a little old to be following your dad around at work?

They walked towards the cottage and he laughed before answering. Technically I'm working on taking over the business. We have several rentals, and I'm finishing my junior year in the business management track at the university, so I'm doing this as an internship for my degree. In just over a year I'll be done with college and will take over most of the work here.

Very nice, Tara nodded as they stopped in the kitchen, and it's awesome that you have a job already lined up for after school. I know too many people that got a degree then had to work as a barista because nothing else was available.

Here comes my dad. Don't worry much about his whining, please. It's just how he is.

They both watched Mr. Evans walk up to them with a scowl on his face. He dropped the paperwork on the counter and grunted, scowling as he glanced between the two of them.

Look here, junior. I did the walk-through and found a bunch of crap, but I didn't mark it down. You need to take the inspection papers and do the check as well, but you write everything down. Let's see if you can get your shit right this time, 'cause there is crap messed up all over the place.

Excuse me, sir, Tara exclaimed, we did a complete clean-up, and we absolutely did not break anything. Would you care to show me these supposed problems you are talking about?

Mr. Evans rolled his eyes and jabbed a finger at the checklist, pointing out several items. As they scanned through the items, she could see Henry's posture change as he tried to stare at her without being obvious. Tara looked up at Mr. Evans to ask what was wrong with one of the indicated items, ignoring the fact that she had noticed Henry trying to look down her shirt while she was distracted. Before she could speak, the sound of a buzzer went off, and Mr. Evans pulled his cellphone from his pocket. Turning his back on Tara when she was in mid-sentence, he slid the folder across the counter, walking away as he answered, his gruff words too low for her to understand.

'Was Henry seriously checking me out?' Tara asked herself, holding in a laugh. 'Who would think a college-aged kid would be interested in all of this? Oh shit, I've got to tell the girls about this, they will love it.'

Pretending to read through the inspection sheet, Tara forced herself to keep a straight face as she bent over the counter slightly, intentionally pointing her head at Henry, then tossed her hair to the side to expose her neck and enhance the view down