Revenge of the Nerd
Copyright© 2010 by RPSuch
Chapter 48
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 48 - An insanely hot girl is introduced to a nerd who shakes up her life. She has such difficulty dealing with him she has to stoop to sincerity. For the first time in a relationship she is not in control and has to decide if it's worth the risk. (Restatement of the original and continution)
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic
I returned to school a few days before Jeff.
He was finishing his work for the summer. I wanted the chance to show him I could be a domestic asset.
I quickly realized that as far as cleaning our apartment I had little interest in domestic competence, let alone excellence. I hired a cleaning service to get the place in shape.
Food shopping took me almost a day.
I had to plan everything we would need. I stocked up on staples. I filled the freezer. I got carried away with that and had to return the things that wouldn't fit.
I got the canned foods and the boxes, cereal, rice, pasta and all the things that would let us get into the kitchen, make it and be done so we could have time together.
My inexperience may have led me to be a tad unrealistic.
Jeff drove up on Saturday morning. When I heard his car I went to the door to greet him. After a kiss appropriate to our lengthy, three-day, separation he took my hand and headed for the bedroom.
I was too excited about my preparation and led him to the kitchen to show him what I had done.
He looked it over and told me it was wonderful and how easy I had made things for both of us. He gave me a powerful hug.
"You are an amazing woman," he said.
Then he went shopping "just to get a couple things."
He returned five hours later with six bags of groceries and two large guys wheeling in an upright freezer they put in a hallway off the kitchen.
Jeff went with them to their truck and returned with a large pot, a very large pot and a huge pot. He emptied three pounds of dried, red kidney beans into the large pot and covered them with water.
"Are we hosting a convention?" I asked.
"Just cooking ahead."
He put the very large pot on the stove and brought out a bag of onions, a bag of green peppers and a large bunch of celery.
"Gumbo?" I asked. "I thought we were making chili."
"I like the 'we.' Gumbo today, chili tomorrow. What we don't eat..." He gestured toward the freezer then started to peel an onion.
"I don't know how much free time I'm going to have so I may not be able to help much in preparing meals.
"I thought there was a chance you would feel you had to do it to prove you'd make a worthy wife. That would be unfair, so I figured I'd make, hopefully with help, as many meals as I could before the work starts."
I started to protest but didn't even get to start.
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