Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 17
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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 couldn’t describe how I felt; humbled, anyway. I saw Ian Clarke in the crowd, met his eyes for a second. You told me to dream, I thought. I dreamed. It wasn’t a drubbing, but it wasn’t the result I wanted. I’d wanted to win at least once!
We lined up, shook each other’s hands. When I shook Tasha’s hand, she said simply, “Tomorrow, Zim. You know the address.”
“I’ll be there,” I told her.
“Good, miss, and I’ll come and beat the living shit out of you,” she said, then went along to shake the next person’s hand.
They left, walking up the beach in a group. Sean called us together. “Duke has a word.”
I’d long since realized that they all looked to Duke as the number one man in the game.
“This was...” Duke laughed, “intense.” There were laughs from all of us.
“Zim.” He waved at me. “Thanks. I owe you, man, this was way cool!”
There were a dozen versions of the same thing. It was when Todd shook my hand that I felt bad. “We never called on you,” I told him, feeling ashamed.
“Hey, I was here, ready, Capt’n Zim.” He grinned, “I was here, never be able to forget it. I was an alternate Zim, but it means something to me. Thanks.”
I walked up the beach, lost in thought, pretty much ignoring the pats on the back, the words of praise. I was only half aware that Diane was walking next to me. Finally, I stopped and looked at her.
“Was that good?”
She laughed. “That was good! Gosh, Zim, we made them sweat both games!” Diane shook her head. “I never thought it would be anywhere close.”
“You guys did a good job,” I told her.
“We all did a good job.” She corrected me. “Zim, you were there all the way. You talked, told people they were doing good.” She linked her arm with mine.
Suddenly there were Ginny and Toni right in front of us. ‘Toni’ waved at Diane. “You fucking her?”
“Go away,” I said bluntly. “Please, take it on the road. Rain on someone else’s parade.”
“Fans of yours still, eh, Zim?” Diane laughed.
“You liked it well enough the other day when you got my top off.” ‘Ginny’ put her oar in.
“Except, ‘Ginny’,” I said, hanging air quotes around her name. “That day it was your sister who I groped. Believe me, I’ve never been sorrier for anything.”
“You don’t know that,” Toni said, angry again.
“Oh?” I said, then reached out and lightly touched her on her chest, a fraction above her suit top. I gently moved my finger, pushing aside the fabric until I could see the mole ... and about half her breast. “You really should get this removed. Your sister doesn’t have one like it.”
She blinked at me, and for a second I thought they were going to come at me. “You’re wrong.” It was easily the worst, most patent, hopeless lie anyone had ever told me.
I laughed. “Oh, I looked closely, believe me.”
‘Toni’ stood still, her fists doubled up.
‘Ginny’ said quietly, “We’ll let you fuck us both at once. She can come, too, if you want.” She pointed at Diane.
“Oh, that’s what I want!” Diane said sarcastically, “A foursome with twelve-year-olds!”
“Diane, leave it be. They just want to push the envelope of bad. Besides, I don’t like golf that much. That’s what foursomes do: play golf.”
The twins traded looks, turned, and walked away.
“That was real,” Diane said, shaking her head. “That was fun. But I don’t think it was real fun.”
“Amen,” I agreed. Then I grinned. “Want to see my room at the hotel?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” Diane laughed, and we walked towards the hotel. CC and Sean were sitting on the couch when we got there, Mom and Dad talking on the balcony. Oh well, and then again...
They saw me and came in. “That was a good game, David,” Dad said.
“Sorry you didn’t win,” my mom added, looking at Diane.
“We made them work for it, anyway,” I responded.
Mom nodded, then turned to Dad. “You were going to show me the place you found this afternoon. How about now?”
In a minute, they were gone, and the four of us were left to our own devices.
CC and Sean promptly went into a lip lock.
Diane touched my arm. “Could I talk to you? Alone?”
I nodded and led her towards my room. As soon as the door closed, she hugged me, gave me a solid kiss. I kissed back, and for quite some time, we clung to each other, trading kisses and tongues. Finally, Diane sighed, looking at me.
“Now that’s what I call talking!” I said with pleasure, eager to do it again.
“Zim ... Sean said ... he ... you ... He said you were interested, but reluctant.” She was stumbling; with a pang of guilt, I suspected that Sean had told her about last night. How was I ever going to explain that to her?
“He said that if you and I wanted to do it ... if you ... put it ... there ... I wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”
I met her eyes, holding my gaze steadily on hers. “Diane...”
“I’d do that for you, Zim, I would.”
“Is it what you want?” I asked gently.
Diane started crying softly. “I wasn’t fair to you, I hurt you, even if I thought it was me that was hurt. Zim, you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met; whatever you want, Zim. I mean it, whatever you want.”
I reached up and lightly rubbed a tear with my thumb, spreading it across her cheek. “Diane, I care about you like I’ve never cared for anyone. But we talked earlier. We had, I thought, agreed to put it behind us. You don’t need to make anything up to me, certainly not doing that.”
“Sean said, you and he...”
I sighed. “Sean talks too much, Diane. I doubt if he mentioned I ended up saying no.”
She furrowed her brow. “Wilted lettuce?”
Then I had a sinking sensation; was Sean being philanthropic with his suggestion to Diane? Or was he hoping that if Diane and I did it that way, so he could say that he and I should do it that way too? I hoped not; that was cold and cynical, not something a friend should do.
Outside my door, I heard a rustle. “David,” CC said quietly, “there’s someone at the door! Could you get it?”
I laughed. Evidently, CC and Sean hadn’t stayed dressed. “I can get it.” I turned to Diane, “Back in a second, wait here.”
She nodded, and I went and opened the door. Ian Clarke smiled at me. “I’ve come to write you that check.”
I shook my head, not now, guy! I’ve got a girl waiting for me in my bedroom!
He smiled at me. “Yesterday afternoon, this morning, redoubled this afternoon. They sit and talk and talk and talk; last time they went this long without fighting, it was because they both had chickenpox and felt like crud.”
I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. “I don’t rat people out,” I said, trying to get it over with. “Not unless I believe they are in big trouble. Can’t, wouldn’t.” He nodded, looking at me curiously.
“Mr. Clarke, yesterday I was curious about why you called them Virginia and Antoinette when you talked about them by name. Then I noticed something this morning that made me wonder if that was a symptom, that you hold them away from you, don’t pay that much attention to them.”
I looked him in the eye. “Your daughters, Mr. Clarke, are doing a snow job on the people around them. They’re not really fighting. It’s all an act, to draw attention away from what they are really doing.” I smiled a bit, trying to soften what I was about to say. “I’m not sure what it is they are really doing, but I don’t think it’s a good thing.”
“Like I said, Antoinette is wild, sexually active. I keep telling myself that batting five hundred isn’t exactly a total failure,” he said.
“Mr. Clarke, did you know that one of your daughters has a mole on her left breast, about an inch away from her nipple?”
He blinked, laughed. “I’m sorry, Zim. I’m no longer a teenager. I no longer study bosoms that closely on anyone, much less my daughters.”
I nodded. “Well, one of them does. The other doesn’t. Yesterday, ‘Virginia’” I made air quotes around the name, “wanted to get in the spa with me. She was using a crutch.”
“She said she sprained her knee,” he told me, and I nodded.
“That’s what she told me, too. Then she slipped, getting into the spa; somehow, she ended up sans top, and with my hand on her breast.” I met his eyes again. “I thought about that today, after this morning. I’m not like that; she pulled down her top, then squirmed into position so my hand was where it ended up.
“After I apologized and she covered herself, very modestly, ‘Antoinette’ came in, trying to get me to go to bed with her; just like her sister told me she would. They both wore very distinctive bathing suits. Both have very different ways of talking, slightly different voices, and different ways of combing their hair.
“This morning, ‘Antoinette’ hit on me again, and, well, I was a little rude. I dumped her on the beach, like I did her ‘sister’ yesterday. Funny thing, that, she had a mole just like ‘Virginia’ had the day before. It was when Virginia came at me to hit me, and I dropped her next to her sister, that I noticed she didn’t have a mole.”
I sighed, “I am a teen-aged male, Mr. Clarke. I do look at girls’ breasts. They’d swapped, changed their hairstyles, the way they talk, the way they act. Swapped, Mr. Clarke. Those two are shining everyone on, and it means if one of them is really sexually active, and it’s not all a fake, it means they both are.”
He stood still for a minute, thinking. “My first instinct is very American. I want to punch you in the nose. My second instinct is that of a father. Dear God, what have I done to make them like this? I’m sorry to have disturbed you, Zim. I think I need to have a little chat with my daughters.”
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