[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies--what could be? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Beside the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don't judge consenting adults for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia.
None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy.
Frazier("Shorty") Evans ... male lead character, eighteen, high school senior
Janice Everheart ... female lead character, eighteen, high school senior
Do you have any idea how cruel high school classmates and upper classmen can be? Of course you do; you went through high school too. Even the lucky ones who weren't the target almost everyday, got their share of hits at least once in a while. The "elite" clique took their hits as well.
But me? Shit, I took multiple hits nearly every day, My name's Frazier, but at five foot two for a male--well, you guessed it. My nickname was and is "Shorty." But that's only half of it. Most of my troubles came my freshman year, first day of gym class.
You see, my dick is, ah, a bit small--short if you will. Flaccid, that little sucker struggles hard to make two inches. Actually, an inch and a half would be more accurate. Erect, I cried when I couldn't quite make four inches. You can well imagine the cat calls, jibes, and hoots that garnered me. Shit, even the girls called me Shorty with a decided leer and then giggled themselves silly. They weren't thinking about my height either. Word got around real fast.
So, the first three years of high school were an absolute horror for me. Feelings of inadequacy, self-doubt, fear of rejection, shyness, self loathing--you name it, kept me from ever dating. I had sexual feelings, strong ones, but they were never realized, at least with the opposite sex. I never knew when I was going to be shit on next or when. Talk about feeling castrated. Life was hell.
At eighteen on my first day of my senior year, I was depressed and cringing at the thought of still one more year of "cruel and unusual punishment" for the twin crimes of being too damned short in height and worse, having a peewee dick--the shortest damned dong in recent school history.
As I said, I didn't have a single date for those first three years of high school--not unless you count my right hand. The problem was as I've also already said, was that my hormones were just as volatile as any other teenager. I vowed that had to change for my final year, if for no other reason, my damned hand was nearly worn out. Of course the real reason was I wanted a warm, live female to put my arm around, not to mention a few other things I fantasized doing to such a person.
The first person I met as I walked in the school door on the first day that senior fall was the girl destined to be the captain of the senior cheerleading squad.
"High, Shorty, how's your reach this year?"
That comment and her snickering giggles that followed had my face turn red by the third word she got out of her mouth.
Where it came from or how I ever managed to speak the words, I've yet to find out. But, instead of sulking away in guilt, I answered her.
"Baby, it ain't the reach, it's the motion of gettin' there that counts."
I don't think I've ever seen a chin drop as fast or as far as hers did at that moment. She stood in shocked and embarrassed silence as I walked away to the full throated laughter of several other nearby students who heard my retort.
I'd taken about ten steps when I heard a female voice behind me cry out, "Frazier, wait up."
A cute girl about a half a head taller than I stepped up beside me.
"You know me?"
"I'm not as stupid as some people would like to make out that I am, Janice. You entered classes here mid second semester last year."
"You noticed? Clear back then? Me?"
"What's so strange about that? Your cute, in fact darned cute; very likable, and have a great personality. What's not to notice?"
And she was too. Janice had what appeared to be a great body, partially hidden with bulky clothes. She had red hair, freckles, deep blue eyes, and very kissable looking lips. Her smile would light up the darkest dungeon if she chose to unleash it.
"You never said a word, Shor, ah, I mean, Frazier."
"What's with this Frazier bit? Everybody calls be 'Shorty, ' you may as well too. Apparently you know how I got my nickname and you've seen the ridicule I get. Why would I risk more with a new girl in school?"
"OK, ah, Shorty, I wish I'd spoken to you sooner, but I didn't want to appear too forward as a new student. I had to 'get the lay of the land, ' so to speak, first."
"Yeah, I wish you'd have spoken then too. I liked you from the first moment I saw you."
"Yes, Really, Janice. I just told you why I never said anything."
"I saw what you just did back there to that snotty Jessica. She had that coming and a lot of others as well."
"So why have you stopped me, Janice?"
"Janice, there you go again. Everybody calls me Shorty. I said you should too."
"Ok, "Shorty," I will, but I mean it in a positive way when I do, not in the way all those other dumb heads mean it."
"So, I repeat, why did you stop me just now?"
"Because I wanted to let you know I was proud of how you stood up for yourself. I've had my eye on you ever since that first day last year just like you."
That got her to giggling.
"Yeah, aren't we a sad pair, Shorty?"
Once again, I don't know from where came my new found courage and voice, but my next question even startled me.
"So, Janice, would you like to go out with me tomorrow night? It's Friday and my folks let me loose for the weekend."
"Just like that, Janice, yes?"
She took my hand as we continued to walk towards the gym for first thing of the day, morning assembly. She gave my hand a quick squeeze and then kept hold of that trembling warm flesh. Jesus, just like that, right out of the box, a girlfriend the moment I walked through the school door on the first day of school.
Will wonders never cease.
We sat in on the bleachers in the chaos before the bell rang.
"Where would you like to go tomorrow night, Janice?"
"What," You're giving me some say in choosing what to do on our date?"
"Looks that way to me, Janice."
"God, those moronic females around here don't have a clue as to what they're not seeing in you. All they can do is exercise their dirty, slutty little minds on you."
"Do you have a choice?"
"Yeah, I'd like to go play miniature golf after we go somewhere for a sit down meal. And another thing, I want to pay half the bill for the night."
"Oh, one of those emancipated women are you?"
"Not necessarily, but I do think it's the fair way to go on a date. A girl shouldn't expect the guy to foot the whole bill."
Gazing directly into her eyes, I gave her a skeptical look. She never dropped her eyes with her next comment.
"In case you're thinking along certain lines, paying half the bill has no bearing what so ever on whether the girl 'puts out 'or not at the end of the evening; at least in my mind it doesn't. Also, in terms of that, I'm not commenting on what will or won't happen at the end of our date tomorrow."
"Phew, that was quite a little speech, Janice."
"Wasn't it though."
So saying, she leaned into me and gave me a toe curling kiss on my lips. That brought a few surpised looks and lewd comments from nearby students, especially since the kiss wasn't a short one. I think there might even have been a tendril of smoke rising above my head.
When she broke the contact, I said, "Jesus, Janice, you do much more of that and we'll get suspended for excessive PDA."
"Is that worse than just plain PDA?"
We both laughed at that crack.
"Well, at least that would give us more time to do more explorations of that nature, wouldn't it, Shorty?"
I was saved having to answer that one by the bell that rang the assembly into session and the announcements began.
Janice and I had the first three classes of the day together so I escorted her to each one. As we left third period, we had to go in opposite directions.
"See you after school. I'll drive you home, Janice."
Before I could turn, she leaned down, grabbed me behind my head, and kissed me. It wasn't a toe curler, but she did make some sparks fly.
.... There is more of this story ...