Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 11
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 11 - David Zimmerman is your average high school junior, a bookish sort with average everything — except athletic ability. He can't throw or hit, swims like a turtle and has wimpy muscles. He was chosen last for every sport in elementary school — when he was chosen at all. His life changed when he kicked a field goal squarely between the uprights, then it changed again the next time he was in a ball game
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Fiction
CC’s bedroom door was closed; it wasn’t talking. I could hear nothing beyond it. I went into the bathroom, took off my shorts, and turned on the shower and sluiced it off, then put on a clean pair of shorts before going back out.
Sean was sitting on the couch, wearing a grin. “Heard about you this morning,” he said.
I shrugged. “Just a game, Sean.”
He looked around. “Where’s Diane?”
I shrugged again. “Still surfing, I suppose.”
“I don’t know what’s with her, sometimes,” Sean said. He stood, started walking towards me.
I took a step back, and he stopped. “Zim...”
I shook my head. “Sean, I like you, I do. But ... not like Diane, okay?”
“I ate out with CC. Happy to do it to her favorite brother.” He said quietly, “but it’s up to you.”
“What I’m going to do is go down to the spa, Sean, and get some of the kinks out. Not stay here and put them in.”
He laughed and gestured towards the door. “Whatever, Zim. You’ve got a nice dick; I wouldn’t mind sucking on it. You won’t have to do a thing except lay back and enjoy.”
It was an odd feeling I had right then; I was hard, I knew it. I felt an ache, a mighty pang run through my body. God! Diane was the person I wanted to be with! I’d give anything, anything at all, to kiss her; to touch those lovely breasts! Except Diane wasn’t here, just her brother. The moment seemed to stretch on forever; with an effort, I put my feet in motion, went out the door, not looking back.
I settled in the spa, leaned back, and closed my eyes; no one else was around, and I just drifted, not really asleep but not fully aware, either.
“Excuse me.” I opened my eyes, not sure how long I’d been drowsing. A girl a little younger than CC, I thought, was standing next to the spa, leaning on a crutch. “I hate to be a bother, but I thought it would be better than if I splashed down without warning.”
I pulled myself up, shaking my head. “No problem.” She was wearing a modestly cut two-piece suit. She was about five six, with long brown hair and green eyes, and a pleasant smile. While her suit was modest, the colors were electric blue; they really snagged the eye.
She tried to step up over the edge of the hot tub, but couldn’t manage it. I heard her curse under her breath, hitch up, and try again. Instead, she toppled sideways, fortunately towards the spa. I leaped up and caught her, cushioning her fall; I think she might have hit her head otherwise.
Of course, I now had my arms around a girl whose top was now pulled out of place, my hand covering her bare breast. “Jeez!” I said, moving my hand rapidly away from where it had ended up. “I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, sat facing away from me. I could see hasty corrections to her top. After a second, she turned to me. “I’m the one who’s sorry.” She rubbed her leg. “Damn thing is stiff as a board.”
So was I, but that was another story. She looked at me. “Thanks for catching me.”
“I’m sorry about...” I waved helplessly.
“I don’t usually have boys jumping to my rescue.” She said with a grin, “It’s something I wouldn’t mind happening more often.”
I blinked, startled. You want me to grope you again? She saw my expression, laughed out loud. “Well, maybe not all of it. I’m sure, with practice, you’d be better.” She smiled, “At least, that’s what my cello teacher is always telling me.”
She held out her hand. “Ginny Carter.”
“David Zimmerman. Zim.” I said, taking her hand, shaking it for a second.
“Now let’s see if I can sit down and get this leg out.” I had never envisioned trying to sit down and not being able to bend my leg; it turns out to be exciting. At least this time, I didn’t grope Ginny, but I did nearly drop her again.
“I hope,” she said with dignity a second later. “You are going to be here for a while. I will never, ever be able to get out of here by myself.”
“I could be persuaded to stay,” I told her, grinning.
“Well, thanks, Zim.” She waved at the door out of the spa. “Somewhere out there is my evil twin sister, Toni. No doubt on the prowl, trying to find another male of the species to add to her list of conquests. Normally, she is insufferable, going on and on, blow by blow.” She met my eyes. “Now I have a little history of my own to relate. Not to mention, beating her time with a guy.”
I shook my head. “Thanks, would have been enough.”
She convulsed with laughter. “Nice comeback.” She waved towards her leg. “Wish I’d have done better with the one my sister served up to me this morning. Kapow!” Her fist slammed into her palm. “She aced the first four serves! I decided that it wouldn’t happen again, and when she blew it past me, I twisted around and sprained something awfully. Who knew tennis could be so dangerous?”
“I’ve been playing volleyball the last two days,” I told her. “That seems safe.”
“I’ll take that up. Tennis is mayhem, Zim, simple mayhem!” I nodded like I had a clue what she was talking about. I’d played volleyball in school a few times, but never tennis. I hadn’t thought of it though, as a rough sport.
A few minutes later, a girl came in, and Ginny was right. Her twin sister; they were identical, as near as I could tell, the only difference being that Ginny’s suit was an electric blue and black mix, while Toni’s was electric yellow and black. Modest in coverage; electric to the eye anyway.
“You okay, Gin?” The new girl asked, eying me. “I can get in there and protect you.”
“No need, Toni, no need. We’ve already got to know each other. Got my top off faster than any of your boyfriends have gotten yours off.”
The sister eyed me, then eyed Ginny. “Oh, sure. Last time some guy talked to you, you handed him his head on a platter. I know what you like, Gin; you can’t fool me. It’s not guys.”
Toni tapped her chest, looking at me. “Gin and Tonic. That’s us, the terrible two, the dynamic duo, straight and no bitters...”
“You talk entirely too much, Toni,” Ginny said resignedly.
Toni pointed a finger at me. “Tell me the truth, dude. You got my sister’s top off?”
I nodded. “And groped her.”
“And you’re still alive.” Toni said, shaking her head. “Jeez, the pigs are flying in heaven and it’s getting chilly in hell. You’re not making it up, are you, Gin?”
“No,” Gin said, “I slipped, and he tried to catch me.”
Toni looked at me. “And you caught Gin by her boobs? Jeez, that’s a two in a million shot!”
Ginny squirmed, trying to get up. “I’m going to kill you, Toni! Kill you! Dead!”
“Hey, Gimpy!” Toni said, backing up. “Give it a rest! I’m only pulling your leg!” She waved at me. “If you’re not BSing me, it was him pulling you by your lovlies.” Ginny managed to stand but couldn’t get out of the tub; her sister vanished, laughing, out the door.
“I’m sorry, Zim. Toni and I ... I don’t know why it is, but we push each other’s buttons. One of us, one day, is going to murder the other. We fight all the time. I’m really sorry you got dragged into it.”
“Words, Ginny, just words.” I saw her bristle, then realized what I’d said had been construed as the flip of what I wanted. “Toni was just shooting off her mouth. Sometimes, Ginny, people don’t want to punch or kick you, but they want to hurt you anyway. They go with whatever they think will hurt someone the worst.”
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