Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 12
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
I pointed to Paula. “You, for captain for the next game.” She grinned, pleased.
I told them I didn’t want to play the next game. I think everyone breathed a sigh of relief; if I wasn’t on your team, you weren’t competitive.
The next game started, and Ginny stayed beside me. After a bit, she said, “Zim, that thing with Toni...” She laughed, “God! That was fine to see!”
I looked around. A couple of people were close enough to have heard, but none were really close. There was sand, a lot of sand, and nothing else around. I reached out, tugged her crutch; for a second, Ginny teetered, then went down when I added a little push.
I knew dozens of eyes were on me, but I went to one knee next to her. “Ginny, I like you, I do. I might even like Toni if she behaved better, but you are no princess. I’m not involved, Ginny. Please don’t try to get me involved.”
With that, I let the crutch fall gently across her stomach, then turned on my heel and headed for the hotel.
I went to the room, pulled a coke from the fridge, a book from my pack, and went out to the balcony and sipped and read. This time I was actually interested in the book, a war story that my dad had recommended. I didn’t like the parts about the guy who was a POW, but the parts about the guy who started as a golf caddy, then played polo, and went on to be a stark warrior. That was cool.
About three or so, there was a knock on the door, and I got up. Sean was there, and I stayed in the doorway, my head cocked to one side looking at him. “Can we talk?” he asked, and I shrugged, opened the door, and let him in.
“Zim, I’m not sure what’s going on.”
“Odd,” I said, “I’m not sure what’s going on either.”
“Diane is pissed at you.” he said, “Kristie is pissed at you ... Phil wants to tear you limb from limb.”
“Of all of them,” I said, “Diane is the only one I care about. I talked to another girl this morning, Sean. Someone with the US Olympic volleyball team, she wanted me to go for a tryout. She is like, maybe twenty-two, although I grant you, she looks like she’s sixteen.”
“Diane didn’t tell me what pissed her off.”
“Well, Sean, let me tell you. There’s been a time or two CC has pissed me off; I’ve pissed her off too. And you know what we did, Sean? After we calmed down a bit, we talked about it. Gave the other a chance to explain their side, and yeah, sometimes Mom and Dad made that happen when we were younger. But it always happened.”
“The thing is, friends don’t just turn their backs on someone and walk away without giving them a chance to explain. Maybe a few minutes when they are really angry, but they cool off, and then they try to work it out. The bigger the break, the sooner it happened.”
He stepped close, reached out, and put his hand on my arm. “I still like you, Zim, as far as I’m concerned, nothing’s changed.” I moved like I would if I was a girl and he wanted to kiss me, and I didn’t want him to. I put my hand out, pushing back against his chest.
“Sean ... I like you. I keep telling you I like you, but you are starting to push the envelope.”
“You would have enjoyed it this morning, let me make it good for you,” he said, putting gentle pressure on me to get closer.
“Sean, you have a sister, a kid sister. You look out for her. I have one too.”
He looked at me, nodded.
“Tell me, Sean, what would you think if Diane or even CC came up to you, told you this guy had caught her at a weak moment, fingered her? She didn’t like it that much, told him to stop. And now he keeps coming back, time after time, hitting on her. Tell me, Sean, am I wrong? Or might you have a word to say to the clueless clown who keeps hitting on your sister? Your friend?”
He looked at me, shook his head. “You’d like it, Zim, I promise. I’ll make it good for you.”
I sighed. “And that clueless clown hitting on Diane, what do you think he tells her? ‘It’ll be good, I promise. We’ll make the stars explode!’” I met his eyes. “Maybe for you it might be good, Sean, but it’s not what I want. It’s not my business to tell you how to live your personal life. I don’t want to do that. I like you as a friend. I’d very much like to have you as a friend. Just not that, OK?”
Sean stopped pushing, stepped back. “Sorry, Zim ... I’m just horny.”
I laughed. “And I’m not? Diane and CC aren’t?”
He started to say something, caught himself. “Zim, I want to be your friend, okay? And I’m enough of a bastard to say that if you ever change your mind, you know I’ll be there, someplace close to CC.”
Speaking of the devil, CC showed up. With a wink, she headed off to her room, Sean in tow.
I went back to the balcony and my book.
After a bit, CC came back and sat down facing me. “You really pissed Diane off.”
I shrugged and didn’t say anything, keeping my eyes on the book.
“You should think about apologizing.”
I looked up, suddenly barely able to keep my temper. “Oh, let’s see, what could I have done? I left her and went to bed with her sibling; oh no, wait a minute, that was Diane and you. I talked to a girl on the beach about the US Olympic volleyball team. She’s like twenty-two or so; like I have a big chance to land that babe in bed! Twenty-two-year-old girls just line up to get in bed with me! Can’t hardly wait to jump my bones. And of course, Diane just felt she couldn’t possibly talk about any of this with me, because after all, I might have an explanation that makes sense. Why listen?”
I pointed to the balcony door. “Why don’t you go give Sean or Diane a blow job and leave me alone?” I saw the hurt on her face, and I felt crushed. “CC...”
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