Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
The Friday after New Year’s, Xander heard music coming from the Turners’ house. He peered out his bedroom window and saw cars parked everywhere. With all the noise he heard, it added up to a party.
His mom and Izzy had gone back to Dallas to get some stuff out of storage there that his mom wanted. His dad had informed her he wouldn’t renew the storage unit’s monthly lease, so she had until mid-month to clean it out.
Xander had gotten out of helping because his grandfather had started clearing the lots for the next wave of houses he planned to build. Grandpa Davidson had put Xander on log-splitting and wood-chipping duty until he returned to school.
Xander’s mom and Izzy planned to catch up with friends, so they wouldn’t return until the next weekend, right before school started. Xander assured his mom he’d survive a week without parental supervision. He knew he could count on his grandparents if something came up that he couldn’t handle. Xander suspected numerous unannounced visits would occur.
The old man inside him wanted to call the police and file a noise complaint, but that would be social suicide since the partiers were all high schoolers. His teen self wanted to go to his first party where alcohol was being served. A beer or three might be just what he needed.
Xander threw on a sweatshirt so he wouldn’t have to wear a jacket. He didn’t want his coat to disappear before he went home. He’d just gotten a new one, and his mom would pitch a fit if it went missing.
Xander found the Turners’ front door cracked open, so he walked in. The house was designed so that people entered on the second floor. Since the lot dropped off toward the back where the lake was, the change of elevation allowed folks to walk out of the lower level.
The lower floor held a family room—aka kids’ room—and three bedrooms for the girls, while the living area, kitchen, and main bedroom for the parents were upstairs.
About fifty teens were milling around, drinking and talking loudly. He stopped one of the older boys and asked, “Where can I get a beer?”
“The keg’s on the deck. Go through the kitchen.”
Xander donated ten bucks for a plastic cup and poured himself a beer.
“Look who showed up,” a girl said.
Xander turned and smiled. It was Kelly, Pam’s BFF, along with Pippa, the youngest Turner daughter.
“Ladies. Are you having fun?”
“More now that you’re here. Come dance. The older boys are ignoring us,” Kelly said.
Pippa nodded her agreement, so Xander drank half his beer and followed them into the living room, where a few older girls danced in groups or with guys.
Two beers later, Xander noted Pippa and Kelly were showing the effects of their drinking. They’d started before him, imbibing a punch drink that must’ve had a kick, and were now all giggles and a little unsure on their feet. The two girls were all but hanging on Xander, which didn’t bother him in the least.
“I need to go lie down,” Pippa announced, abandoning them, enjoying the benefit of having the party at her house.
“I guess it’s just us. What do you want to—” Xander got out before Kelly suddenly fastened her lips to his.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Xander said once they came up for air because they’d gained an audience.
Kelly giggled.
“You’re a naughty boy. You just want to take advantage of me.”
“The thought had crossed my mind.”
’Where did that come from?’ Xander wondered. It wasn’t because he was buzzed. All the dancing had made him sweat out all the effects of the alcohol.
“Good,” Kelly said, grabbed his hand, and led him downstairs.
When they reached the family room, they found a couple on the couch, making out. Knowing the layout of the house, Xander led Kelly to a hall leading to the laundry room and mechanicals, a perfect spot for some privacy. Once alone, they began to make out.
She wrapped her arms around his neck so she could kiss him, and Xander didn’t resist. Their lips were like magnets as they came together. Kelly parted her lips, their tongues touched, and tingles of excitement shot through him. Xander became more aggressive and pressed his tongue into Kelly’s mouth.
Xander didn’t want to push his luck, so he placed his hands on Kelly’s hips and didn’t let them wander. Kelly, on the other hand, showed less restraint. She slid her hands under his sweatshirt and rubbed his chest and stomach, which caused a predictable problem: the front of his pants bulged. Wearing jeans a size too big kept him from tearing a hole in them.
The devil on his shoulder encouraged Xander to take advantage of the situation, while the angel was nowhere to be found—raging teen hormones had tied the angel up. If his old self hadn’t slowed things down, he would’ve thrown Kelly against the wall and dry-humped her.
“Yesss...” echoed into the hallway, occasionally followed by, “Oh baby ... nice.”
Kelly and Xander continued making out to the background of moans from the nearby room.
“Carl, no. We can’t do that here.”
“Don’t worry; no one will come downstairs. Take your top off for me.”
Kelly broke their kiss and giggled. She grabbed Xander’s hand, pulled him down the hall, and they peeked around the corner. The oldest Turner sister, Connie, had pulled her shirt up and wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her boyfriend, Carl King, was the starting quarterback and only a junior. He would lead the football team again next year.
As soon as her breast appeared, Carl leaned down and sucked on her nipple, which caused Connie to whimper.
Kelly gasped and covered her mouth in surprise.
Xander pressed up behind her as he wrapped his hands around her midriff and nuzzled her neck. Kelly spun around and pushed Xander back to resume making out. This time, he let his hands slide down and cup her butt as he kissed her.
It seemed Kelly had done this before. It made Xander wonder who she’d practiced on because he wanted to personally thank them as Kelly pressed herself against him and rubbed herself against his raging hard-on.
Meanwhile, it sounded like Carl knew what he was doing because Connie’s moaning increased in volume. Xander tuned them out to focus on Kelly when he heard, “Suck my cock, baby.”
’Suck my cock?’
Kelly and Xander stopped kissing and stared at each other. By some unspoken agreement, they crept down the hall to see what was happening. They saw Carl sprawled on his back on the couch, stark naked. Xander took in the male figure and mentally compared it to his. Carl had obviously benefited from working out and, being older, had more muscle definition.
It gave Xander an idea of what he wanted to work toward, especially if it meant a girl as attractive as Connie might want to suck his cock someday. He vowed he would never let his body go in this timeline.
Shirtless, Connie positioned herself so her head hovered over Carl’s cock. Her breasts weren’t large by Xander’s porn standards, but they appeared firm and had zero sag to them. She grasped Carl’s dick at the base to make it stand straight up so she could lick the glistening tip as Carl leaked pre-cum.
“Ever see something like this?” Kelly whispered.
“Never live, but I’ve watched some porn.”
“Maybe you can show me sometime. My parents have locked our internet, so I can’t watch stuff like that.”
Xander marveled at what a good girl Kelly must be because everyone he knew had figured out how to bypass the parental settings ages ago. All you had to do was search for a how-to video, which made it dead simple.
Xander reasoned that the controls were created to give parents peace of mind rather than keep horny teen boys from having spank material to reduce stress. God only knew what would happen if teen boys were deprived of their access and ran around with constant raging hard-ons. They’d be humping everything in sight. Try explaining why little Jimmy was getting busy with a pillow when company arrived.
Xander and Kelly were mesmerized as Connie locked her lips around the head of Carl’s cock and slid it into her mouth, inch by inch.
“It’s so big,” Kelly purred. “How can she—?”
Kelly gasped when Connie took all six inches of Carl’s cock, and Xander’s member throbbed at the sight of her nose pressed into Carl’s pubic hair.
Xander had a ‘little Jimmy’ moment as he unconsciously slid his hand under Kelly’s t-shirt and grasped her breast. At the same time, he pushed his bulge against her firm bottom. Watching a live sex show was much better than the internet.
Xander pushed Kelly’s hair out of the way to nibble on her neck. She seemed pleased when she pressed her butt back and ground against him.
“Are all guys that big?” Kelly asked in a whisper as her hands reached back and rubbed the sides of Xander’s butt.
Connie’s head was bobbing up and down Carl’s wet shaft.
“They come in all shapes and sizes,” Xander replied in kind. “I would guess Carl is average.”
Xander froze when Kelly slid her hands between them to find his cock. She used both her hands to grasp his length, causing him to suck in her breath. She turned to give him a wicked smile over her shoulder.
“You’ve been hiding this. Wait until I tell the girls that Xander Thornwood has a bigger one than Carl King.”
“Do you want me to tell the guys what great tits you have?” Xander asked.
Kelly giggled. He took that as a ‘yes.’ The least they could do was promote each other to their classmates.
“Fuck, yeah!” Carl groaned as he grabbed Connie’s head to force his cock further into her mouth.
Connie gagged as Carl pumped his baby makers into her throat. When he finished cumming, Carl slumped back with his eyes closed.
“Carl ... Carl!” Connie said, shaking his shoulder. “Motherfucker! Did you just pass out and leave me hanging?!”
Xander and Kelly tried to hold it in, but couldn’t help laughing.
“Who’s there?” Connie demanded.
Kelly slipped behind Xander to hide.
“Sorry. We didn’t mean to watch,” Xander said as he entered the room. He heard a door close behind him, which meant Kelly wouldn’t face Connie. He figured Kelly could leave through a back door if she wanted to make good her escape.
“Who were you with?”
Xander looked back and shrugged.
“If I had to guess, my mystery girl just made a run for it so she doesn’t have to face your wrath,” Xander said. “Do you need help with him?”
“I want to kick his ass,” Connie said without covering up.
Xander smiled.
“Do you have a magic marker? We can draw on him and take a picture to remember the night.”
“Who are you?” Connie asked as she slipped on her shirt.
“I’m your neighbor, Xander Thornwood.”
“Let me go get the markers,” Connie said.
Welp, Carl would regret his lack of performance.
Connie was an artist. She first drew a set of boobs on Carl and then had Xander roll her boyfriend over. Next, she drew a sign on his back that said ‘glory hole’ with an arrow pointing down and used some Vaseline to lube his ass. Then Connie opened a packet of mayo—the sort you got at a drive-through—to make it look like something unthinkable had occurred.
Xander worried Connie might be going too far when she grabbed a candle. She shoved it between Carl’s butt cheeks to make it even worse. Xander wanted to believe she hadn’t violated him. If this had happened to Xander, his first thought would have gone into the gutter. He was sure his brain would convince him he’d been despoiled.
Xander had two reactions: first, remember to never, ever piss Connie off. The second was that he wanted to be her new best friend. Anyone this talented and evil was someone he wanted in his life.
She applied the finishing touch when she lit the candle.
Once she’d gotten her Kodak moment and removed the candle, Connie looked at Xander and said, “Help me get this dumbass home. His parents will kill him if he spends the night.”
That was when he knew she hadn’t entirely gone to the dark side. She cared enough to keep Carl from getting reamed by the parental units.
Connie put Xander in charge of sitting Carl up so she could put his shirt on him. They skipped his underwear, stuffing them into his front pocket, and Connie simply slid his jeans back into place. Then Xander had to carry Carl to his car. It was true what they said about dead weight; Xander was breathing hard by the time he got Carl in the back seat of his car.