Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 54
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 54 - 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
When Xander returned from the Auburn road trip, he was banged up. Athletes at this level were bigger, faster, and stronger than those he’d played against in high school. And while he could take on most of them one-on-one, Auburn had made it a point to gang-tackle him. It was partly because of a couple of injuries on the Razorbacks’ offensive line, which made the holes smaller and the running much harder.
If it weren’t for their quarterback, Brock Mannion, U of A would’ve lost the game. With the defense’s focus on Xander, Brock led the team in rushing. He also had a good day passing, which led them to a 24–14 win.
When Xander returned to campus, he avoided Pam and Pippa because he wasn’t sure how to handle the news that Pam had slept with some frat guy.
On Monday, he sat down with Priscilla Lindley, his investment person.
“I have several funds that would be safe places to put your money. They earn a decent rate and aren’t too volatile,” Priscilla said.
“Are those the funds your bank tries to steer all your investors into?” Xander asked.
She gave him a little shrug.
“It’s a safe option.”
“I have no interest in safe. My goal is to double, or better yet, triple my investment in the next twelve months. I have a plan for that money when the time comes.”
“I normally would not suggest something that aggressive; it carries a lot of risk. But if that’s the direction you want to go, I might have something for you: Bitcoin ETFs,” Priscilla said.
“What’s an ETF?” Xander asked.
“Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies are going to be publicly traded on the stock exchange via what are called exchange-traded funds, or ETFs. The one I’m thinking of is trading at around thirty-six thousand a share. Owning shares is safer than owning the actual coins, in my opinion. If you hold Bitcoin or any other cryptocurrency, you have to worry that your hard drive might crash and make you lose everything. And you can sometimes find it difficult or cumbersome to turn that into what they call fiat currency, such as dollars. Instead, with an ETF, you’re trading on the value of the various cryptocurrencies without owning them,” Priscilla said.
Xander remembered how unstable Bitcoin’s value had been early on. But by the time he retired, over half of the people no longer held bank funds. That had caused all kinds of problems for banks, which caused many of them to consolidate. Almost everyone started using Bitcoin because the government couldn’t track it, which meant you could avoid taxes. It was how Xander had hidden much of his poker income in later years.
He vaguely remembered a serious Bitcoin run-up that coincided with its being traded on the stock market.
“I think that’ll work, but I have another sector I want to focus on: quantum computing,” Xander said.
“That market has been stagnant in recent years,” Priscilla said, pushing back.
Xander had been in computers in his past life. He knew the role of quantum computers—supercomputers that could do trillions of calculations in moments—would explode in the years to come. Two obvious uses were in AI and in pharmaceuticals, specifically in drug development and patient treatment. Beyond the obvious, they would also be used in lasers, video, and cryptography.
If he didn’t have a cheat—knowledge of what was coming—he wouldn’t make such a bet because a concept could take forever to develop. Two examples were AIs and flying cars. The idea of AI had originated in 1943; it took nearly seventy-five years for it to become anything.
The first prototype of a flying car was created in 1917. Over the years, there had been efforts to develop a viable solution. Xander knew it would be many years before that dream came true.
“Let’s make a little wager,” he said.
“Which one does best? What are the stakes?” Priscilla asked.
“Loser buys the winner dinner.”
“You could just ask me out,” she said with a smirk.
“If I did, you’d turn me down because it wouldn’t look professional.”
“There is that,” Priscilla said, nodding. “But you’re right; a bet is something different. I accept.”
“Make it rain. Let’s turn that loan money into something,” Xander said.
Pam finally tracked Xander down at the Jerry & Gene Jones Family Student-Athlete Success Center. According to its website, the center was designed to address athletes’ academic, nutritional, personal, and professional development. Pippa had clued Pam in that Xander had a tutoring session there every Wednesday after lunch.
The girl at reception was happy to tell Pam which room he was in. She waited outside until his tutor, who looked like a nerd, finished and left before stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.
“We need to talk,” Pam said, blocking the door.
“What about?” Xander asked.
She should have known he wouldn’t make this easy.
“About what I called you about.”
Xander shrugged. “I think I understood when we talked: you went to a frat party and hooked up with some random guy while we took it slow. While taking it slow isn’t my normal MO, I did that because it was you. Does that about sum it up?”
“When you say it like that, it sounds bad. I just want to make clear that I still want to go out with you.”
“Then get on your knees,” Xander said.
“What for?” Pam asked.
Xander undid his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down far enough that his dick flopped out.
“Suck it; get me hard,” he said.
“I thought we would just talk.”
“Did you suck your frat boy?”
Pam didn’t want to answer that, so she knelt down. Xander grabbed the back of her head and pulled Pam’s mouth toward his cock. She’d almost forgotten how big he was; even half-hard, he was impressive. Xander grasped his fat dick and tapped it on her closed mouth. He was already leaking precum and smeared it around like lip gloss.
He pushed the tip between her lips, which were forced apart as Xander slid his thick dick inside. Pam couldn’t believe its girth when the tip reached the back of her throat; her mouth was opened as far as it could go.
Then his cock swelled and hardened.
“You know what to do,” Xander said.
She looked up, and he had his phone out, videoing her humiliation. The thing was, Pam was enjoying it. She would never agree to allow someone to do this to her, let alone permit them to capture it, yet somehow, this felt like an appropriate punishment.
She began to give him the best blowjob she knew how. Pam felt like such a slut, yet so alive. Xander was basically fucking her mouth, holding onto the sides of her face as his hips thrust in concert with her head bobs.
This continued for a few minutes before Xander pulled his spit-covered rod from between Pam’s lips. He knelt down, facing her, and she offered little resistance as he laid her down and pulled her pants off. Xander spread her legs to expose her thong-covered pussy.
Xander pulled her panties to the side and licked her slit, his tongue doing wonderful things to Pam. The frat guy had just shoved his cock into her depths, which weren’t quite ready to accept him. Because she wasn’t thoroughly wet, it had been painful, and he didn’t last very long. Once he’d cum, he got up and left, leaving her spread out on someone’s bed.
Later, she learned the guy was dating the president of a rival sorority. That was when Pam had recognized what a horrible mistake she’d made. Pippa had told her she’d better come clean, or word would get back to Xander. Pippa made sense when she said Xander wasn’t the type who would take very well to cheating, especially if Pam hid it from him.
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