Name: The Nerd Diaries: Arnold
Rating: 4.9 (118 reviews)
Author: Lana Cathryn

Summary

Nerd, check. Desperate, check. Horny as f*ck, double check. Somewhat obsessed with Prescilla Richards, the popular cheerleader who gets me hard with a single glare? Painful CHECK. Arnold Harris has gone through high school wearing the label of ‘Nerd’ ever since he can remember. He’s never been bothered by it, at least not until she transferred in. Prescilla is hot, prissy, and popular within seconds--way out of his league… until his first ever party invite and a kinky game that paves the way to something he never could have imagined he’d possess. Sneak Peek inside the Nerd’s diary: Dear Diary, You know how today started. I was anxious, and worried as f*ck that the girl I want more than anything in the world just didn’t feel the same. I couldn’t have been more wrong... *completed* (Book One in The Nerd Diaries)

Genre: Romance/Erotica

Author: Lana Cathryn

Status: Complete

Chapters: 21

Rating: 4.9 118 reviews

Age Rating: 18+

Prologue: The Nerd's Diary

Dear Diary,

I want to fuck her.

I have never wanted anything so much in my life. I have never wanted straight A’s that bad, have never wanted to get into college as much as I want into her.

Anyways, I want her. I want her pussy, and I want it bad.

Every day she sits in front of me, her perfume washing over me like a wave of pure, inebriated sex. It always gets me hard.

And today, holy fuck! I’d never had a boner so painful that it brought tears to my eyes, but there I was, sitting in science crying like a damn child because my dick was that hard. It was all because she bent over in front of my desk. The see-through material of her dress gave me a perfect glimpse of her sheer-lace covered pussy.

I came home, went straight to the shower and fucked my fist while wishing it was her hot wet pussy instead.

Too bad I’m the nerd.

A girl like Prescilla doesn’t go after nerds. Which is probably why she is fucking the Quarterback. At least that’s what he told me. The ass has a penchant for going on and on about shit to me, shit that I really don’t want to hear. He said it’s because I’m a nerd and even if I did sum up the sack to tell anyone everything he said, no one would even think to believe it.

The only reason I make no move to get the asshole away is because he talks about her. And fucked up as it is, he’s probably the closest thing to a ‘friend’ that I have.

Anyways Diary, as much as I love seeing Prescilla’s pussy, I really fucking hope she isn’t wearing anything remotely similar to that sheer contraption of walking sex material, tomorrow.

I’ll cum in my pants.

Dead serious,

Arnold.