Getting It Right
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
Xander waited all week, but Connie never came over. So much for wishful thinking that a middle schooler could pull a high school junior.
Interestingly, Pippa stopped by mid-week while he was working at the new building sites.
Even though it was barely above freezing out, he was sweating his ass off, manhandling the chopped-down trees.
“Hey,” she said shyly.
“Hey, yourself.”
She wouldn’t look him in the eye, so he was a dick and waited her out. She was obviously uncomfortable.
“Uhm ... so...” Pippa faltered.
“Yes?”
“Are you and Kelly dating now?”
“If we are, I wasn’t told,” Xander said.
“Oh ... okay.”
Pippa gave him a tight smile, turned, and left him standing there.
’That was different,’ Xander thought and returned to work.
His mom and Izzy got home on Sunday. Xander had made stew in the slow cooker and biscuits he’d found in the freezer.
Izzy came bounding in, sniffing the air like a bloodhound tracking a scent.
“I must be in the wrong house. Did grandma help you?”
His mom was right behind her and appeared confused as well.
“I’ve survived a whole week without your abuse,” Xander teased. “I have access to the Internet. If you looked it up, I bet even you could make something edible.”
“I don’t care who made it; I’m starved,” his mom said. “Izzy, please set the table so we can eat.”
They sat down, and his mom and sister each took a bite and looked up in surprise.
“It’s settled. You can cook from now on,” his mom declared.
“I’m sure you’d get sick of stew after a while,” Xander said.
“You’ve been holding out,” Izzy said. “What did you eat while we were gone?”
“Manly stuff. I mostly grilled.”
“Since you’re such a man, you can unload the van after dinner. For now, just stack it all up in your dad’s parking spot in the garage,” his mom said. “And Izzy can clean up after we eat.”
“What are you going to do?” Xander asked.
“I’m taking a long, hot bath. Traffic was terrible in Dallas, and I never want to go back. I’m exhausted.”
“What happened while we were gone?” Izzy asked.
He thought for a moment and realized that news of the party would reach either Izzy or his mom soon. He decided it would be better if he told them.
“Our new neighbors had a party, so I crashed it,” Xander said. “I guess Mr. and Mrs. Turner went somewhere for the weekend.”
“I see. And what did you do?” his mom asked.
“Not much more than I did at the dance, except I didn’t punch anyone.”
He recognized that his mom wasn’t done with her questions, but she let it go for the moment.
On Monday, Xander stepped into the lunch line behind Pippa.
“You eating with anyone?” Xander asked.
Pippa glanced around until she figured out he was talking to her.
“Oh ... uh ... not really.”
“Good. Please join me,” Xander said.
“Uhm ... sure.”
She waited for him to pay. He walked over to the Princesses’ table and sat beside Pam.
“You know Pippa, don’t you?” Xander asked as he and Pippa sat down.
“Kelly said she went to your party,” Pam said to Pippa.
The rest of the gang joined them, so Xander made sure that they knew who Pippa was. It was a small school, so they all did. Pippa said shy hellos and then sat quietly.
“Xander is Pippa’s neighbor,” Kelly said to help explain why he invited her to lunch.
“But you don’t ride our bus,” Pam said.
“She has older sisters who give her a ride,” Xander said to help Pippa out.
“Kelly told me you kissed her,” Pam said.
“I was thanking her for dancing with me,” Xander said.
“You never kissed me after we danced,” Barb complained.
“I’m so sorry,” Xander said, standing up and walking around the table.
He held his hand out and helped Barb stand before leaning in and kissing her in the middle of the lunchroom, which caught everyone’s attention.
“Did I miss anyone else?” Xander asked.
The other girls he’d danced with declined a kiss, but Pippa tentatively raised her hand to about shoulder height. Xander sat down next to Pippa and kissed her cheek, causing her to blush.
“Hey, Xander!” Kevin called across the lunchroom. “You’re officially the Rizzmaster again! Steve just lost his crown.”
Xander said something rude under his breath. Apparently, it was loud enough for the girls at his table to hear because they laughed at his discomfort.
“Kelly told me something else. Is it true?” Pam asked.
“If it’s what I think, I will happily tell you when we’re alone.”
It was Pam’s turn to blush.
“What are you talking about?” Stacy asked.
“Xander says I have nice tits,” Kelly said.
“How would he know that?” Peggy asked.
“Yes, Kelly, how would I?” Xander asked.
Kelly’s face told the girls all they needed to know. For some reason, Xander was kicked off the table for ‘girl talk.’
He took his lunch tray to the guys’ table.
“Dude, what did you do to get exiled?” Donnie asked.
“No idea.”
Gasps could be heard from the girls’ table, and in unison, the girls all turned and stared at Xander. He gave Kelly a hooded look. She at least had the decency to look down at her lunch.
“Why are they all looking at you?” KJ asked.
“No idea.”
“Yeah, right. You seem to have ‘no idea’ about a lot of stuff,” Kevin said.
“If you were smart, you would have no idea about a lot of stuff when it comes to women,” Xander fired back.
“Dude!” Donnie said, trying to get him to fist-bump him.
Xander rolled his eyes and left Donnie hanging.
“I will say one thing: Kelly has excellent tits,” Xander said.
“Whoa!” Donnie said as every guy turned and stared at Kelly.
Xander gave her a little smile and stuck the tip of his tongue out to signal he’d just paid her back. The little vixen lifted her head and pulled her shoulders back to better display her assets.
“They are nice,” Mike said with sudden interest.
The guys caught Xander up on everything they’d done over the break. Donnie claimed to have nailed some girl at a New Year’s Eve party. He further claimed she was a college girl, which caused John to spin another tale. Thankfully, the bell rang to end lunch.
Xander hurried up and walked out with Pippa.
“How’d it go?” he asked.
“They invited me back tomorrow. Thanks.”
“They’re a good bunch. They’ll make good friends,” Xander said.
Pippa gave him a little smile as they parted to go to their lockers.
While he waited for the bus, Kelly and Pam tracked him down.
“John Tyler asked me out,” Kelly announced. “We should double-date.”
Pam looked hopefully at Xander.
“I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff. Have you told John?” Xander asked, acting scandalized.
Pam cracked up while Kelly looked confused.
“Xander thinks he’s being funny. He’s implying it will just be the three of you.”
Kelly’s mouth fell open, and she turned to glare at Xander.
“You know what I meant: ask Pam out,” Kelly demanded.
“I have no idea what we’re doing, but if you want to do it with me, I would like to ask you to join us,” Xander said.
“When Kelly knows, I’ll make sure to tell you,” Pam said.
Xander reached down and held her hand. Pam snuggled up next to him.
When the bus pulled up, Pam led him to the back. Some grade schoolers had made the mistake of taking the back seats. Pam just gave them the laser death glare, and all the grade schoolers headed toward the front of the bus.
Once the proper pecking order was reestablished, Pam pushed Xander into one of the back seats, with Kelly in the one across from them. Pam made a big show of kissing Xander to publicly re-stake her claim.
’I guess we’re dating again,’ Xander thought, a bit confused.
The old man had to calm down young Xander because Pam had flaked out before when he didn’t do as she demanded. Did he want someone to boss him around or to be an equal? In the short term, having the queen bee seen as his girlfriend would undeniably raise his popularity.
Again, the old man raised his objection because he didn’t give a fuck about popularity.
Xander decided to play along for now because nothing official had been said. Going out on a date didn’t mean they were back together.
Pam and Kelly had their heads together all the way to their stop, so Xander just stared out the window. He began to question whether he could handle the drama that seemed to be unfolding.
As she got off at her stop, Pam said she’d call him later.
Two older girls were sitting in front of him, and he happened to catch part of their whispered conversation.
“His cock was so small that I didn’t even feel it. I need to find someone with a big one so I can find out how it feels.”
Xander smiled because he remembered overhearing this conversation his last time through. He’d not acted on it because he wasn’t confident he might not have a tiny cock as well, and didn’t want to be ridiculed.
Then he remembered who was sitting there: Chantel Darling and Brandi Nichols, who were both freshmen. They lived in the trailer park that was the stop before his, and were basically ignored by everyone. It wasn’t all due to their looks—neither girl was what you would call good-looking—though they did have features that would interest most teen boys.
Chantel had the beginnings of a body that would make her excellent money as either a stripper or a porn star. She had platinum blonde hair that had come from a bottle, wide hips, and the start of an impressive rack. If Xander remembered correctly, she’d fucked half the football team her senior year.
The guys joked that if they closed their eyes, they were fine.
Brandi was a tiny girl, all of four-ten. Xander had gotten a predilection for small girl/big dick porn in his past life, and Brandi was the type of girl that made his dick hard. Her best feature was a fantastic ass.
He wasn’t sure what had happened to her because she’d moved by her junior year. If he remembered correctly, her dad was a trucker and got a job down south.
Of the two, he would’ve bet anything that the words he’d just heard came out of Chantel’s mouth. He was surprised it was Brandi who was looking for dick.
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