The latest chapter of the Nerd Girls in Love saga is finally done! Not much else to say but read and enjoy. You'll notice that I haven't posted the links to the previous installments: that's because you can only post five 'hotlinks' at a time, and there are seven parts to this now, so...if you wanna get caught up, just click on my name and find them in my past posts. =) Story contains all the usual things you'd expect from this series. All characters are legal age, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Naruma and Mandy #7: Graduation Day
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Naruma's eyes popped open. She was laying face down in bed with her face buried in her pillow. She'd been having a very unpleasant dream; a horrid, hair covered beast had been chasing her through a series of seemingly unending corridors. She'd finally found a room to hide in, but the creature found her instantly and had been violently scratching at the door seconds before she woke up. "That's the last time I watch Fabulous Werewolf Fighters before bedtime," She muttered. She was about to go back to sleep when she suddenly realized that she could still hear the scratching noise from her nightmare. Cautiously, she turned her head and was relieved to see that the source of the noise was Mandy, not a werewolf.
The diminutive Asian beauty--naked as the day she was born--was sitting up in bed and furiously drawing on a large sketchpad sitting in her lap, her work illuminated by a lamp shaped like the TARDIS from Doctor Who on her nightstand. She was practically attacking the paper with her pencil; it was a wonder that she didn't tear a hole in it. "Did I wake you, Naru?" She asked without looking up.
"Yeah," Naruma yawned.
"Sorry." Mandy sighed.
"What are you drawing?" Naruma asked.
"You."
"Let me see." Mandy held up the sketchpad: the page was filled with a perfectly rendered pencil drawing of a topless, sleeping Naruma. The panties she wore were given special attention, the cucumber shaped lump of poo in the seat rendered with exquisite detail. "Holy shit, that's really good, babe!" Naruma cooed sleepily.
"Thanks." Mandy gave a weak smile and went back to drawing. "Try not to move for a few more minutes, OK? I'm almost done."
Naruma glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand beside Mandy--it was fifteen minutes past two in the morning. "Have you gotten any sleep, baby?" Naruma asked.
"Nope." Mandy said.
"Look, today's a big day for you...you should get some rest."
"Naru, I'm fine." Mandy sighed.
"Look, if you wanna talk about..."
"All I want to do is finish this drawing." Mandy bit her bottom lip and carried on sketching. The cause of her barely concealed distress was not the valedictory speech she was to give in a few hours at her graduation ceremony, but the phone call she received from her father the previous night. Even as she put the finishing touches on the portrait of her lover, her conversation with her father repeated itself over and over in her head.
"Your mother's gone." Mr. Sujitama whispered, sounding as if all the life had gone out of him.
"What?" Mandy asked.
"Your mother's gone, Amanda." Mr. Sujitama repeated.
"What are you talking about, Dad?" Mandy had been fooling around with Naruma on the living room couch at the time; she gently pushed her away and walked stood up. "Is she--?"
"No, nothing like that, honey." Mr. Sujitama paused for so long that Mandy thought he'd hung up. She jumped when he spoke again. "All of her things are gone; clothes, books, her laptop...everything. There was a note on the kitchen table--all it said was 'I'm sorry.' She's left me, sweetheart."
Mandy couldn't speak for a moment as a huge lump had formed in her throat. She swallowed it and said "H-have you two been having problems?"
"No, honey. We've been fine. We were happy, or at least I thought we were." Mr. Sujitama replied, his voice breaking.
"I-I meant...um...have you two been having problems in the bedroom?" Mandy turned beet red as the image of her parents screwing briefly flitted across her mind.
Another long silence. "We haven't had sex in quite sometime, sweetheart. I just learned to do without it."
"Jesus, Daddy--! Look, Naru and I are coming over."
"No, sweetheart--you need to get ready for your big day tomorrow." Mr. Sujitama said.
"I don't want you to be alone right now, Dad." Mandy sniffed.
"I'll be fine, Amanda. Tell Naruma that I said hello, OK? I'll see you tomorrow." With that, Mr. Sujitama hung up.
Mandy's mind snapped back to the present. She shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and banished the endlessly replaying phone call from her thoughts. She had finished her sketch of Naruma minutes ago, but she kept adding minor touches to it to avoid the conversation that she knew was coming. The previous night, she'd refused to say much about the situation at all, so she knew Naruma was going to try to get her to talk when she got a chance.
"Done yet?" Naruma asked.
"Almost." Mandy tersely replied.
"Let me rephrase that: You're done." Naruma grabbed the sketchpad out of Mandy's hands and sat it on the floor. "Now, will you talk to me?"
"There's nothin' to talk about." Mandy swung her legs onto the floor and stood up, but Naruma grabbed her wrist before she could leave their bedside. "Let go, Naru."
"No. Talk to me."
"I fucking hate her. This is supposed to be my big day, and she's ruined it!" Mandy took a deep, shuddering breath and went on. "I'm glad that she's gone, you know? She's treated me like shit for years! As far as I'm concerned, she should've left a long time ago. There, are you happy now? I talked!" She tried to walk away again, but Naruma held her fast. "Please let me go."
"No." Naruma whispered. "Come here."
"Naru..." Mandy whimpered. She kept her back to her girlfriend, as she didn't want her to see her cry.
"Amanda, come back to bed. Please." Naruma said.
Mandy quickly turned off the light, as she was sobbing full on by then. She crawled back into bed and laid her head on Naruma's prodigious bust, weeping softly as she wrapped her arms around her. "How could she just leave like that?" She wept. "She won't even answer her phone--where the hell is she?"
"Shhhh." Naruma murmured. "It's gonna be OK. You'll feel better after you've got some sleep."
Mandy didn't think that she'd ever feel good again as she drifted off, but when she awoke later that morning, she definitely felt better. She looked around the bedroom--Naruma was gone. "Naru? Naru??" She cried out, gripped by a sudden panic.
"I'm in the kitchen, sweetie." Naruma replied.
"Oh." Mandy let out a sigh of relief.
A few minutes later, Naruma stuck her head into the room; she'd changed into a black tank top and white jogging pants. "You don't have to worry; I'm not goin' anywhere, babe. You're stuck with me for life!" She smiled.
Naruma and Mandy #7: Graduation Day
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Naruma's eyes popped open. She was laying face down in bed with her face buried in her pillow. She'd been having a very unpleasant dream; a horrid, hair covered beast had been chasing her through a series of seemingly unending corridors. She'd finally found a room to hide in, but the creature found her instantly and had been violently scratching at the door seconds before she woke up. "That's the last time I watch Fabulous Werewolf Fighters before bedtime," She muttered. She was about to go back to sleep when she suddenly realized that she could still hear the scratching noise from her nightmare. Cautiously, she turned her head and was relieved to see that the source of the noise was Mandy, not a werewolf.
The diminutive Asian beauty--naked as the day she was born--was sitting up in bed and furiously drawing on a large sketchpad sitting in her lap, her work illuminated by a lamp shaped like the TARDIS from Doctor Who on her nightstand. She was practically attacking the paper with her pencil; it was a wonder that she didn't tear a hole in it. "Did I wake you, Naru?" She asked without looking up.
"Yeah," Naruma yawned.
"Sorry." Mandy sighed.
"What are you drawing?" Naruma asked.
"You."
"Let me see." Mandy held up the sketchpad: the page was filled with a perfectly rendered pencil drawing of a topless, sleeping Naruma. The panties she wore were given special attention, the cucumber shaped lump of poo in the seat rendered with exquisite detail. "Holy shit, that's really good, babe!" Naruma cooed sleepily.
"Thanks." Mandy gave a weak smile and went back to drawing. "Try not to move for a few more minutes, OK? I'm almost done."
Naruma glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand beside Mandy--it was fifteen minutes past two in the morning. "Have you gotten any sleep, baby?" Naruma asked.
"Nope." Mandy said.
"Look, today's a big day for you...you should get some rest."
"Naru, I'm fine." Mandy sighed.
"Look, if you wanna talk about..."
"All I want to do is finish this drawing." Mandy bit her bottom lip and carried on sketching. The cause of her barely concealed distress was not the valedictory speech she was to give in a few hours at her graduation ceremony, but the phone call she received from her father the previous night. Even as she put the finishing touches on the portrait of her lover, her conversation with her father repeated itself over and over in her head.
"Your mother's gone." Mr. Sujitama whispered, sounding as if all the life had gone out of him.
"What?" Mandy asked.
"Your mother's gone, Amanda." Mr. Sujitama repeated.
"What are you talking about, Dad?" Mandy had been fooling around with Naruma on the living room couch at the time; she gently pushed her away and walked stood up. "Is she--?"
"No, nothing like that, honey." Mr. Sujitama paused for so long that Mandy thought he'd hung up. She jumped when he spoke again. "All of her things are gone; clothes, books, her laptop...everything. There was a note on the kitchen table--all it said was 'I'm sorry.' She's left me, sweetheart."
Mandy couldn't speak for a moment as a huge lump had formed in her throat. She swallowed it and said "H-have you two been having problems?"
"No, honey. We've been fine. We were happy, or at least I thought we were." Mr. Sujitama replied, his voice breaking.
"I-I meant...um...have you two been having problems in the bedroom?" Mandy turned beet red as the image of her parents screwing briefly flitted across her mind.
Another long silence. "We haven't had sex in quite sometime, sweetheart. I just learned to do without it."
"Jesus, Daddy--! Look, Naru and I are coming over."
"No, sweetheart--you need to get ready for your big day tomorrow." Mr. Sujitama said.
"I don't want you to be alone right now, Dad." Mandy sniffed.
"I'll be fine, Amanda. Tell Naruma that I said hello, OK? I'll see you tomorrow." With that, Mr. Sujitama hung up.
Mandy's mind snapped back to the present. She shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and banished the endlessly replaying phone call from her thoughts. She had finished her sketch of Naruma minutes ago, but she kept adding minor touches to it to avoid the conversation that she knew was coming. The previous night, she'd refused to say much about the situation at all, so she knew Naruma was going to try to get her to talk when she got a chance.
"Done yet?" Naruma asked.
"Almost." Mandy tersely replied.
"Let me rephrase that: You're done." Naruma grabbed the sketchpad out of Mandy's hands and sat it on the floor. "Now, will you talk to me?"
"There's nothin' to talk about." Mandy swung her legs onto the floor and stood up, but Naruma grabbed her wrist before she could leave their bedside. "Let go, Naru."
"No. Talk to me."
"I fucking hate her. This is supposed to be my big day, and she's ruined it!" Mandy took a deep, shuddering breath and went on. "I'm glad that she's gone, you know? She's treated me like shit for years! As far as I'm concerned, she should've left a long time ago. There, are you happy now? I talked!" She tried to walk away again, but Naruma held her fast. "Please let me go."
"No." Naruma whispered. "Come here."
"Naru..." Mandy whimpered. She kept her back to her girlfriend, as she didn't want her to see her cry.
"Amanda, come back to bed. Please." Naruma said.
Mandy quickly turned off the light, as she was sobbing full on by then. She crawled back into bed and laid her head on Naruma's prodigious bust, weeping softly as she wrapped her arms around her. "How could she just leave like that?" She wept. "She won't even answer her phone--where the hell is she?"
"Shhhh." Naruma murmured. "It's gonna be OK. You'll feel better after you've got some sleep."
Mandy didn't think that she'd ever feel good again as she drifted off, but when she awoke later that morning, she definitely felt better. She looked around the bedroom--Naruma was gone. "Naru? Naru??" She cried out, gripped by a sudden panic.
"I'm in the kitchen, sweetie." Naruma replied.
"Oh." Mandy let out a sigh of relief.
A few minutes later, Naruma stuck her head into the room; she'd changed into a black tank top and white jogging pants. "You don't have to worry; I'm not goin' anywhere, babe. You're stuck with me for life!" She smiled.
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