Zombies, Werewolves, Vampires, and Other Improbable Things
Prologue: Like Waxing Nostalgic About Being Bullied In High School!
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/Fa, Post Apocalypse, Vampires, Were animal, Zombies, Harem, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex,
Desc: Sex Story: Prologue: Like Waxing Nostalgic About Being Bullied In High School! - Zombies, Werewolves, Vampires, Sex Fueled Psionic Powers..oh my! Miguel tries to survive in a world after space radiation kills or turns ninety percent of the human population. Luckily, a lot of hot women survived (I wonder how!).
I pushed my lunch tray forward and bounced my head against the cafeteria table.
"That's my job, schmidge!" my nemesis said. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, placed the tray back to its original position, and shoved my face into the meatloaf.
I took a mouthful and chewed, which sounds pathetic but my foster brother rarely let me finish lunch. It's not like my foster parents were going to give me an extra plate of dinner to make up for it either. They were more likely to ignore when their precious son made yet another meal of the day inedible. Starvation beats dignity!
"Shmidge, are you eating?" My foster brother sounded shocked. I nodded, distracting him long enough to grab another piece of meatloaf and shove it in my mouth. I eyed the plastic cup of soda mournfully.
"Rob, let him go!" Kellie Connolly shouted. Kellie was the only cheerleader--the only member of the high school social elite--who stood up for the downtrodden. I glanced at her; she stared disgustedly at my chewing mouth.
"What did you say?" My foster brother asked her. He didn't appreciate being challenged.
I grabbed my cup and gulped down the soda. Kellie gagged and looked away.
"Come on, Kellie," Tara Long, the captain of the cheerleading squad, said. She put a hand on Kellie's shoulder, pulling the blond girl away.
Tara wasn't doing it to save Kellie from the sight of my nemesis sinking to the depths of high school depravity or me doing whatever was necessary to survive. Keeping the peace further cemented Tara's place as our high school's Queen Bitch.
"Where were we, little Bro?" Rob turned to stare at me. I tilted my head, pretending to think it about while I stuffed a fistful of mashed potatoes into my mouth.
"Oh yeah!" Rob grunted as he lifted me up on his shoulder.
Garbage days weren't bad! At least, he didn't steal my pants after shoving me down the garbage can. His posse did it once and had been unhappy to discover I was all-state in the cock department. Unfortunately, it made my tormentors more willing to take things further, as proven by my bloody nose. Someone must have punched me on my way into the garbage can!
The better part of a full lunch and a visit to Nurse Josephine Mansfield ... a good day in my life!
"Are you sure you don't want me to file a complaint, Miguel?" Nurse Mansfield asked. If she sounded more like SHE wanted me to file a complaint, it would have made her case stronger.
"I'm sure it was an accident," I said, staring at her.
I, long ago, ran out of other things in her office to study. Nurse Mansfield expected the attention, understanding she couldn't be hot and surrounded by teenage boys without being 'saluted'. Josephine was the best looking female in the school: brown hair, average height, big blue eyes, and a slim build. The nurse uniform only added to the yearly embarrassment of a hernia check! Josephine made the cuts and scrapes from the bullying, which required nearly daily visits to her office, worth it.
Okay--almost worth it!
"How was the last checkup?" I asked.
Josephine caught the serious tone of voice. She got up to lock the office door.
"I shouldn't talk to you about it." She sat down across from the exam table. I jumped off and took her hand in mine.
"It's fine!" I told her. "We've been through a lot in the last three years."
Josephine witnessed the worst that high school bullies could do. My foster brother was the county's star quarterback and ranked number two in the state. Nobody wanted to rock the boat! If I had spoken up, the school administrators would have been forced to act. As long as I didn't, they could turn a deaf ear to what was going on under their noses. Strictly speaking, my friendship with Nurse Mansfield was neither ethically nor politically correct; the principal had brought the point up to her. I'm not sure how exactly the conversation went, although I'm sure it had something to do with storms nobody wanted to see make landfall.
I turned Josephine's hand over and rubbed my finger against her palm. She smiled at what she thought was a nervous habit.
"You worry more about me than I do about you," she told me. "And your life is much..."
"I'm being bullied in high school!" I interrupted. "You've been diagnosed with cancer, your husband deserted you, chemotherapy, lost your hair..."
"Got my hair back," she said, touching it. "Healthier than ever."
"Cancer trumps dealing with a star athlete for a foster brother." I rubbed her palm harder.
She opened her mouth to say something. Shaking her head, she clicked her teeth together.
"The doctor says I'm fine." Tears screened her eyes. "A miracle!"
A death sentence is how her husband described it when he walked out the door. He didn't want to live with someone under a death sentence.
Nurse Mansfield's forehead wrinkled as I worked her palm harder than usual. The muscles of her jaw tensed; she was holding something in. She took a deep breath, staring at me as I pulled my hands away. I returned to sitting on the exam table.
"You'll be okay, Josephine," I said. "I'm sure of it!"
"When you say it, Miguel, I believe it." She dabbed her tears away. "Didn't we agree you'd call me Joey when we're alone?"
"I know," I said. "But it sounds weird."
I wished Nurse Mansfield wouldn't do that! Her eyes and voice 'almost' flirted with me. As mature as I needed to be to deal with my role as the high school piss boy, I was still a kid! Nurse Mansfield didn't need a nether region salute from me, especially since I, too often, imagined her staring in that direction.
"You'll be okay, Joey," I said, using the nickname to make her happy.
"Miguel." She ducked her head slightly and stared at me through her eyelashes. "You've done more for me than my ex-husband."
"He didn't set a high bar!" I replied defensively. Whenever Joey looked at me in that way, I broke out into a sweat.
"More than anybody in my life!" she continued. "You know I'd do anything for you, don't you?"
A part of my body perked up, wanting to ask if she'd do anything for it too. I took a very deep breath, reining in my fantasies. Did Joey have to say something like that while wearing her nurse uniform? I mean, seriously! Nobody had to clue me in--she didn't REALLY mean what my dick wanted her to mean.
"It's not..." Telling a cancer survivor that giving her support is not a big deal struck me as insensitive.
"You've been my friend too, Joey," I told her.
"Just remember, Miguel, anything at all." Her blue eyes bored into mine.
"For instance!" She got up and grabbed a cooler from beside her desk. "The principal agreed to let you have lunch with me every day."
"Really?" I stared at her hands as she poured the contents of plastic containers onto paper plates.
"With you being so accident-prone, I need to make sure it's not food allergies causing your clumsiness," she told me. "Plus, I've been taking cooking lessons! As my best friend, you're obligated to be my guinea pig."
"Yes!" She held out a fork for me. "If I'm willing to do absolutely anything for you, I thought you'd return the favor in some small ways."
"I do! I will!" I stabbed a piece of broccoli and popped it into my mouth.
"Slowly, darling," she said. "You have to learn to enjoy the pleasures of life."
Waiting until she turned away. I shoveled two more forkfuls into my mouth.
I stared at the closed Nurse's office door. For a second, I felt like Joey knew what I did to her.
Like she thought I'd done it for her.
I healed her cancer, but if she knew ... it would be very bad!