Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 15
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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 got up after eight, feeling refreshed and took another shower. Mom was sitting on the balcony, sipping a glass of juice; CC and Dad were out, she said. “CC went for her swim, Dad’s down to the gift shop to see about a local paper.”
I nodded, sat down, and sipped some from her water glass that had come with her breakfast. I saw her eyes were on me, and I met them, not sure what she was looking at. Finally, she blushed and looked away.
“Sorry,” she whispered, “I think I must be having a midlife crisis or something.” She sighed.
“CC said it yesterday ... there’s something different about you here, David. It’s like magnetic attraction or something. I’m around you, and I want...” She stopped, shook her head again.
“The first time I made love to my Dad,” she went on, looking down, “He was hard, and I was horny. Good and sufficient reasons to get it on, so far as I was concerned. The next time he was horny, I was horny ... ready to launch! Then he was horny, and I had a headache, and I found out for the first time it is hard to say no after having said yes before. The next time he was really horny, and so was I, and things went their usual course. That last time, we were both horny, naked, and careless. Mom walked in on us. Dad talked her into bed with us; we spent a day fucking each other.
“And Mom told me later that even though she’d liked it, she didn’t want to do it again, and didn’t want me to do it with Dad again, and would I please seek help because I was going to destroy myself and everyone around me. A little after that, I met Lo; thank God, David. Thank God. Mom was right.
“Right now, I’m as horny as I can ever remember being. And God, I want you so much...” She took a deep breath. “Don’t get too tired today, David. Come home early, ten or eleven.”
I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. “No.” She looked at me, raised an eyebrow.
“Mom, I love you, I do. I’m a teenager; horny as all get out. But Mom, I don’t love you like that. Please.”
She sat frozen, staring at me. “You are your father’s son.” Her voice was soft, a little sad. “I listened to him. Oh, David! What have I done?” She was crying, I saw. Then she got up and walked back into the suite, vanished into their room.
I took another deep breath, held it longer, exhaled it slower. Capt’n Zim! Funny, I usually called myself David when I thought of myself. Capt’n Zim! I laughed, hey, Captain! You want to be in command? Then fucking command!
I looked at my watch, saw it wasn’t on my wrist; remembered it was on my dresser, filled with water. I stood, walked out of the room, rode the elevator downstairs to the lobby.
I found the gift shop, didn’t see Dad. I went in, sure enough they had some watches; ranging from cheap to expensive. I looked the clerk in the eye. “My watch drowned yesterday, what do you have that’s waterproof?”
I was shown a small selection, starting at the expensive end going up to exorbitant. Finally I saw one I liked, merely overpriced. “Can I charge this to my suite?” I asked. The woman smiled, nodded. I signed my name, put the watch on, and headed for the beach.
Sean was sitting on his perch, even though it lacked a little of nine. “Zim!” he said, obviously glad to see me. “Diane and CC’ll be back in a few. They are about a hundred and fifty yards out.” He waved towards the ocean.
“Can I talk to you, Sean?” I waved. “Not up there.”
He nodded, came down. We walked a bit down the beach. “Last night Sean; that was my choice.” Sean nodded, obviously curious. “My father is big on the concept ‘don’t knock it until you try it’. I didn’t try it that last night, Sean.” I paused, then said it. “I really, really want to be your friend, Sean. I swear to God. I just don’t want to be your lover.”
He stopped, looked at me. “It wasn’t good.”
“Sean, it’s not my thing, okay?”
“It didn’t do anything for me Sean; I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry. I want, Sean, to be your friend. I want to be Diane’s friend.”
“Zim, yesterday you made me think when you talked about how I would react if some clueless jerk came onto Diane or CC. I blew you off, but you were right, you know.” He laughed suddenly. “God, you are one sweet-talking son of a bitch!”
“I’m not trying to bullshit you,” I said quietly.
Sean laughed again, shaking his head. “If I thought for a second you were, I’d leave you a bloody heap on the beach. But you’re not, I know it. Zim, like I say, I like you. Quite a lot. You know where to find me should you change your mind again.”
The sun, I thought, is more likely to go nova, but it would be rude to tell him.
Right then CC and Diane joined us. Diane walked directly up to me, reached out, and touched my arm.
“Zim.”
“Morning, Diane,” I said evenly.
“Yesterday, I was a bitch.” I shrugged. “I’m sorry, Zim. I’m really sorry.”
“Diane, I’ve never met anyone, anyone at all I’ve cared for more than I care for you. CC, yes, but that’s different, no matter what she thinks. I never would have thought I had the least chance to even be noticed by someone like you, Diane.”
“I can’t begin to tell you how happy you made me. And then...” I met her eyes. “You made me far more unhappy than I’d been happy.”
“I shit you not, CC and I have had issues; we’ve had fights. Hammer and tongs. A couple of times we didn’t speak to each other for days. Older, wiser heads intervened. I’m getting older, and dear God, I hope wiser! I don’t want to lean on older, wiser heads, Diane. Myself, my friends, that’s what I want to hold close. Those are the people I want to be with. You, Sean, CC. Some others, but Diane, friends talk sooner or later if they get pissed.”
“I’m here, talking now,” she said. “You make me a little crazy, you know. I want you, Zim ... I’ve never wanted anyone before. It’s stupid, crazy. If I do what I want, I can screw up my life ... yours ... I can’t face that. I couldn’t. I lost it yesterday, I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, Diane,” I told her. “The other day you said you liked me because I wasn’t self-centered, because it wasn’t all about me when I talked. I realized that for a long time I’ve been self-effacing. I’ve thought the people around me were better than me because they were more popular, better adjusted; hell, just by being a jock or extroverted. A lot of reasons why I shouldn’t blow my own horn around them.
“There’s still no reason to blow my horn because to me, I’m not any different than I was last week. But for too long I’ve let other people set my agenda, define who I am and who I’m not. I don’t know what to do about it; God knows I don’t have a clue. Right now a friend to help me ... Jeez, I didn’t have friends before. Not like you, not like Sean. Please, Diane...”
She walked up, wrapped her arms around me. I wrapped mine around her. “Sorry,” she said, her voice muffled.
Sean cleared his throat. “I have to get to work. Diane, you go see Phil and Kristie; find out what’s going on. Work on any problems!”
Diane nodded.
I looked at her, then waved at the concession area, in the process of opening. “Think I’ll mosey over and get some breakfast.”
Diane blinked. “Aren’t you interested in what they are going to do?”
“Yes,” I told her honestly. “And I told Phil and Kristie that I was going to let them take care of organizing it. If I hover, they’ll think I don’t trust them, but in any case, I’m hungry.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.