Chapter 3

Pulling on his pants, he asked her, “Do you remember last night with the big thunderstorm?”

Marie had completed getting dressed and sat on the bed, listening to Bob. She said, “Yes, and I thought I heard a lightning strike close by, and it was deafening.”

“The lightning struck my room, and something happened to me. Not sure what, but when I woke up, I had all this knowledge about sex and other things that I do not understand.” Bob said as he contemplated the new knowledge.

“I found a bunch of books that mom was putting into the trash, and I pulled them back to read. There was erotica that Dad had left here. Mom said that these were dirty books of dads, and she did not want them around the house. They are in my room. Do you want to expand your knowledge?”

She looked at Bob and asked, “Can I get them now?”

“Sure, follow me to my room, and I can show them to you. After you read a few, we can try some things you find interesting in them.” They went out back to a metal shed that he called his room.

His room was a ten-by-ten metal shed with a lock on the door. The walls of the shed had Styrofoam panels to insulate the room. The drop ceiling was made of Styrofoam insulation. The shed used a power outlet plugged into an outlet at the house.

Dad said there was no TV but allowed a small component stereo with an 8-track player (used in the car), a record player to listen to music, and a radio to listen to the news on AM and FM. The speakers were on one side, the stereo and his desk and chair, and the bed on the other. There was a light on his desk and one beside the bed. His dresser and a hanging rack for clothes sat between them in the back of the room.

The books were at the bottom of his dresser. He sat on the floor near the dresser, looking through the books to give to Marie. The first one he handed to her was “FAM-122 Sister’s Lewd Reunion by George Morgan (EB),” and she looked at the cover and said, “I can see why Mom threw these out.”

He asked, “Why?”

That is weird. Marie looked at him with disbelief and said, “You do not see why? These are dirty books. No Christian woman would allow them into their house.” We stopped attending church when Dad returned from Korea about two years ago.

“Well, are you going to throw them out? I would rather you give them back to me.”

Her eyes raised, and she responded, “No way. After what you just showed me, I want to learn more. Please, can I borrow a couple more?”

He looked for two more and produced “GC-1012 A Schoolgirl’s First Time by Frank Brown (EB)” and “BB-198 ‘Back-Door’ Love! by Trina Slade (EB).” I figure that should teach her enough to see what she likes.

She left the room with the books and went to her room.

He woke up this morning with a raging hard-on. He would begin thinking about Marie sitting on him with her tits jutting out into the air, her nipples hard as thimbles. His hands were caressing those big breasts, and then he pinched her nipples, and she smiled. He imagined her jumping up and down on his cock. His hands simulated the motion. Not long before, he squirted into the air all over his belly. He grabbed a towel to clean up the mess and dressed. His standard uniform was a polo shirt with khaki pants, white socks, and penny loafers.

He picked up his books, exited his room to lock the door, and entered the house. He could see Larry and Marie eating their breakfast of cereal and milk.

He said, “Good morning.”

They each replied in their own way with a “Good morning.”

Marie asked, “Do you have plans for after school?”

“No plans. Did you want to do something,” Bob asked to examine what she had underneath her shirt and bra. She wore these huge bras, hiding most of her assets.

“Not really. I was wondering if we could get together and play games or watch TV?”

“OK, I’ll see what we can do.”

He got some cereal and sat down at the table. We ate breakfast together. He was behaving in silence. They do not like each other very much, though Marie has been friendlier to him since we played a game. Larry always hated him. They were always in competition with each other and always would be. Hopefully, he would be busy with school stuff now that school had begun, and he bet band practice was after school until six.

He finished his breakfast, grabbed his books, and headed to school. It takes about fifteen minutes to walk to school. He goes through a residential area and a junior high school. He usually goes through junior high school. The junior high school halls are empty because they start school slightly ahead of the high school, and most students are in class. Sometimes, He cut through junior high school, making him walk more quickly. He can see the high school and heads for his locker to deposit and pick up his morning class books.

He is a member of the nerds. They are the ones who went off to college to make good money and get jobs. But the other students make fun of him. He thought this strange since he would make more money than they would. His life would be more successful and enjoyable as cash allows him to travel to events and movies.

He looked around and spied Carol off to the side of the building, hiding until school began. She wore a light blue blouse with a dark blue skirt, knee-high socks, and penny loafers. They called them penny loafers because there was a slot in the shoe’s top where you could put a penny. The blouse was thin enough that you could see her tiny bra covering her breasts. Her eyes looked down, and he assumed thinking. Though his knowledge of submissive women told him they do little thinking, he was unsure why. In his youth, he would never have looked at her. But with his current knowledge, he has gained insight into what women he likes. Carol was just what he was looking for in a woman.

Carol’s mousy appearance is reflected in her soft features, timid posture, and reserved demeanor. She tends to blend into the background, often avoiding drawing unnecessary attention to herself. This unassuming presence allows her to observe and absorb information with a keen eye and attentive ear.

One of Carol’s defining characteristics is her submissive nature. She tends to be more accommodating and respectful in her interactions with others. Carol is often seen as a reliable and compliant individual, readily following the lead of others and adapting to their preferences.

Carol takes on a more passive role in group settings, allowing others to lead and make decisions. She values harmony and avoids conflict whenever possible, often prioritizing the needs and desires of others over her own. Carol’s submissive nature lends itself to being a good listener, offering a supportive presence for those who seek her counsel.

Despite her submissive tendencies, Carol possesses a quiet strength within her. She may not assert herself forcefully but exhibits resilience and can navigate challenges gracefully. Her submissive nature allows her to connect with others on a deeper level, fostering relationships built on trust and understanding.

Carol’s submissive nature extends beyond social dynamics into her personal life. She may find comfort in fulfilling roles that require nurturing and caretaking. Her willingness to put others’ needs first often makes her a dependable and selfless friend or family member.

It is important to note that while Carol may be submissive, it does not diminish her intelligence or unique qualities. She still possesses a sharp mind and intellectual curiosity, even if she tends to be more reserved in expressing her opinions or leading academic discussions.