Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 19
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 19 - This is the second book in the Wrinkle in Time Trilogy. It is a stand-alone book with an all-new cast that embraces getting a second chance, a do-over. Fortunately, this time, Xander had a cheat: life experience. I’d become the old man who no longer gave a fuck about others’ opinions. The problem was that by the time I learned this, I died … or so I thought. I found myself thrown back in time to do it all over again. Could I get it right this time?
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Humor School DoOver Sharing Gang Bang Group Sex First Facial Oral Sex Slow Violence
It’s said that dreams come from wishing to manifest desires. If that were true, Xander needed to get laid. Tina was great, and they were good for each other, but the physical side of their relationship hadn’t gone past hand-holding and the occasional kiss.
Instead of joining her in the hall at lunch, Xander had ventured outside. It wouldn’t be long until the weather turned, and they’d get snow. But it was nice that day, so he found a spot in the sun, sat down on the lawn, and ate lunch. Once he’d finished, Xander lay back to relax and enjoy himself.
’Look at the blue sky ... and white panties!’ Xander thought.
“Get up, you lazy sack,” Connie said.
“Maybe if you help me get these pants off.”
“That would make something else get up.”
Xander sat up and patted the grass next to him. Connie sat down with a frown.
“What has turned your smile upside down? Do I need to have Tommy slam Carl into another wall?” Xander asked.
“Tell Tommy he has my blessing to do that anytime he wants,” Connie said, a ghost of a smile touching her eyes. Then she glared at him. “Tina says you’re not attracted to her.”
“Say what?” Xander said, shocked at that revelation.
“She says all you ever do is hold her hand and maybe kiss her, that you never make rude comments like you do with me.”
Xander grunted in response.
“Why haven’t you made a move?” Connie asked.
“Well, it’s all your fault,” Xander said.
It was Connie’s turn to be shocked.
“What?!”
“You warned me Tina was inexperienced and that I shouldn’t force anything. And she said if I stuck my tongue in her mouth, she would bite it off. So, I’ve been a good boy, and I let her set the pace,” Xander said.
Connie looked like she had a migraine.
“I’m torn because I didn’t expect you to listen to me, which makes me happy because it confirms you’re someone I can trust. But on the other hand, I can’t believe a teenage boy like you would be happy with just holding hands.”
“Believe me, I’d do just about anyone at this point. The last time I had sex was with you, and I don’t like that at all,” Xander said.
“Poor baby. If you didn’t realize it, most guys your age have never had sex. And I’m in the same boat,” Connie said.
Xander perked up.
“You’ve heard of this thing called ‘friends with benefits,’ right?”
“The problem is, my friend has a girlfriend.”
“That problem is easily solved. I’ll tell her she’s too good for me or do something to make her dump me,” Xander said. “I bet I can do that without even trying—or, for that matter, even knowing what I did.”
“Then I’ll have another friend who’s going through a breakup, and I won’t have time for any ‘benefits.’”
Senior girls irritated him because they’d already heard all the bullshit guys would spew to get into their panties, so they knew how to shut them down. He wasn’t done yet, though.
“I have an idea, but you have to let me finish telling you before you shoot holes in it.”
He received raised eyebrows, so he decided to go for it.
“We have a threesome...” Xander began.
“That—!” Connie got out before Xander held up a finger.
“Let me finish. Think about your first time: wouldn’t it have been much better if you’d had an experienced friend to help you through it all? To explain how to suck a cock? To use your words to tell the guy what you wanted and how you enjoyed it? And to hold your hair or hand at the right times?
“And if everything goes horribly wrong, to take one for the team and show her the joys of sex while she watches me give you amazing orgasms? Think of it as a win-win,” Xander said.
“Amazing orgasms?”
“I saw the video proof,” Xander fired back.
“Your logic is a little sus at times, but for Tina, it might help.”
Xander knew Connie would shut his idea down if he said anything else. Finally, she said, “I’ll ask her. It would be much better if she thinks this is my idea.”
“I defer to your vast experience,” Xander said, bowing his head.
She shoved him so he fell on his back. He smiled as she walked away, then looked back up at the blue sky.
’She should wear skirts more often,’ Xander thought.
He resumed contemplating his naughty dreams and whether they would now be filled with threesomes to manifest his desire.
At dinner, his mother made an announcement.
“All my family is coming for Thanksgiving.”
“Fuuudge,” Xander hissed, catching himself.
“Nice save,” Izzy said under her breath. “Do we have to sleep in the garage like last time?”
Two summers before they moved from Dallas, Aunt Wendy and her three kids—Stephanie, Avery, and Andrew—moved in with them. Aunt Wendy’s husband at the time—her third, George—was in the Navy and deployed on a sub for three months. He’d been in line for a promotion, which would allow him to work on land. Since he didn’t know where that would be, Aunt Wendy’s family decided to freeload ... uhm ... live with them.
At the time, his mom and dad weren’t talking, so his mom took Izzy’s room. Bunk beds were installed, and Izzy was moved into his room. When Aunt Wendy moved in, she said the couch was lumpy and insisted on taking Xander’s room.
So they set up air mattresses and cots in the garage, and all the kids had to sleep there. Xander shuddered, remembering a Dallas summer and sleeping in a garage when he was used to air conditioning. The saying ‘sweating your balls off’ suddenly had meaning.
That is, all the kids except for precious Andrew, who got to sleep in Xander’s top bunk. Karma bit his aunt in the ass when the little shit, who was four at the time, wet the bed. It soaked through the mattress and dripped on his aunt.
Three notable events happened that summer. The first was when Aunt Wendy, a smoker, left her lighter lying around, and Xander played with it. The next time she grabbed her lighter to light her cigarette, the flame was on high and set her bangs on fire.
He thought it was funny as hell until his aunt lost her shit and grabbed a butcher knife, intent on ending him. Even back then, Xander was fast and made it out of the house, where he stayed until she cooled down.
The second wasn’t as funny. Since neither his dad nor his aunt was getting any, Izzy caught them ‘sleeping’ in the master bedroom. It wasn’t a week later that Aunt Wendy and her kids were sent to live with their grandma and grandpa in West Fork.
The final derailment in this train wreck happened when George had shore leave early and arrived in West Fork unexpectedly. When his wife wasn’t at the house, he went looking for her. He caught Aunt Wendy with some guy in the back seat of a car in the parking lot of a bar in Fayetteville. This explained why she had to keep finding new husbands to support her.
Xander remembered the last time everyone came for Thanksgiving. His mom and dad were still married, so Aunt Wendy stayed with Xander’s grandparents. His cousins were also not welcomed into their home and had to sleep in his aunt’s room.
“No, but Stephanie and Avery will be staying in your room,” his mom told Izzy, “and Andrew will be in yours, Xander.”
“That’s a hard ‘no.’ Peepee boy can bunk with Aunty Wendy,” Xander said.
Izzy was both excited and wanted to complain because she liked Avery. Stephanie was another story; she was from Aunt Wendy’s first marriage. Stephanie’s dad was a heavy drug user and an alcoholic. Aunt Wendy was clueless about the dos and don’ts during pregnancy, and so used drugs and drank with no regard for what it could do to the baby inside her.
When Stephanie was born, she cried constantly. Aunt Wendy snapped and fed Stephanie a bottle of baby aspirin. When Stephanie passed out, Aunt Wendy panicked and called Xander’s mom. Over the phone, his mom talked Aunt Wendy through how to get the baby to throw up and then had Aunt Wendy take her to the emergency room.
No one can say for sure whether all of that was the cause, but Stephanie became a wild child, doing stuff when much too young.
Later in life, Xander’s mom shared with him why Aunt Wendy had to move in with them that summer. Stephanie, who was twelve at the time, was caught naked in the base swimming pool servicing several sailors and the base commander’s son. Uncle George had lost the promotion he was due and was told to move his family off the base.
He returned early from his tour to tell Aunt Wendy he wanted a divorce for the sake of his career. Her getting caught with another man made their disentanglement easier.
Xander remembered Stephanie, a few months older than him, saying she missed her boyfriend—a lot—that Thanksgiving. Being a clueless freshman, Xander hadn’t figured out what she meant until she grabbed his dick on the last day of their visit.
He’d stood terrified as she undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. Stephanie jerked him twice, and Xander came all over her arm and hand. Stephanie called him useless and stormed out of the room. He would have to keep a close eye on her for the four days they would stay with them.
Saturday morning, Xander found his grandfather drinking coffee with his mom.
“I’m about to make your day,” Grandpa Davidson said.
“How so?” Xander asked as he joined them.
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