Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 23
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
“Saturday, Zim,” the Duke said, still yukking it up; “Your parents, your sister, her friend Sean; Diane. Your other friends. Learn as much as you can between now and then about bridge!”
“Speaking of bridge Saturday,” I joked, “how about some more poker Sunday evening?”
“What, you’ve not got enough of my money?” Duke laughed.
“And can I bring a friend?” I added.
“Sure, sure. Another girl?”
“A woman.”
“Just as good. Sure. My place or yours?” he asked.
My eyes nearly bugged out; I’d assumed his.
But, why not mine? “Let me check with my parents,” I told him, “it’s not really mine, you know.”
“Sure, let me know; never any problem using the RV with a little advance notice so I can clear out all the women.”
We all stood up. “Later Zim,” Duke said, taking Kristie’s hand and the two of them headed back towards Duke’s place. Leaving me standing with Paula; just the two of us and the waves.
Paula reached out, put her hand lightly on my shoulder when they were a ways away. “There’s someone, isn’t there? Someone particular?”
I shrugged. “Yes. But I’ve already been unfaithful once. It’s going to happen again.”
“I was going to say that has to be the twins, but you’d just as soon I didn’t ask.” It wasn’t a question and I just looked at her without expression. She chuckled. “Your heart isn’t in it.”
“Right now, I have no idea what’s going on in my life. Diane, my sister, my mom, twins, others...” I sighed. “I don’t understand this last week at all.”
“But not Duke?” she asked and I shook my head.
“He’s a good man; I’ve never minded Kristie going off with him.” She smiled. “This would have been my first time going off with a man.” Paula looked into my eyes and smiled.
“You’re a good man, Zim; there’s no doubt about it. A bastard would just want to get it on. A horny bastard wouldn’t have waited.”
“Paula,” I said quietly, and she looked at me. “A week ago, if you’d have hit on me, I’d like to think I’d have managed a positive response. In fact, I can’t imagine not taking a swing at the long ball. Now, well, now I’m a week older. Or something. Maybe a million years older. I’m no longer sure of anything. I’m just running on autopilot, making my choices by the seat of my pants.”
She laughed. “I’ll leave off feeling up the seat of your pants, Zim. I think it would be great, but you’d probably blush; blushing isn’t your long suit.”
Well, David Zimmerman, who would have thought? You’re having to beat the women off with a stick. Sure, the lamer groupies; I didn’t feel like counting them, not really.
But otherwise, some nice people, very nice people. Diane, CC, Sean. Ginny and Toni. Duke and now Paula. Mom. I laughed at myself; I keep coming back to her, don’t I? It’s the truth, isn’t it? You wouldn’t kick her out of bed, would you, Zim? I shook my head. With luck, I’ll never find out.
Diane.
I sighed. Wanting her had been a physical ache since I’d first seen her. Kissing her, by the pier; kissing her naked in my room. I took a deep breath and exhaled.
You know what you’ve done, Diane? I mentally pictured her in my mind. I’ve started to wonder about you. Since we met, every time I turned around, you and CC were going off together. Yes, CC is safe. But tell me, Diane, how safe was Sean? Who were you really intent on getting in bed? Were you concerned that maybe CC wouldn’t be gay? Or maybe you knew she was?
And now, you and Sean, Diane. You’re both nice, really nice. Good friends. How are you going to react when you find out that’s all I want to be now with the both of you? I’m going to be charitable here and assume the reason you hung around me wasn’t just to get at CC; that when you kissed me, you meant it. That you are greatly conflicted about sex with guys, and maybe you like it a bit kinky ... like a threesome with your brother.
Someone sat next to me. I turned and saw CC.
“Hi,” she said softly. “Thanks for standing up to Mom and Dad for me.”
“They were wrong,” I waved at her. “So, for that matter, were you.”
“Yeah, right. From a guy that boinks twelve-year-olds.”
“Only one,” I said with a laugh. “And you have to admit, you’ve told me a couple of times you wouldn’t mind it if you and I...”
“Well, if it’s wrong for me, it’s wrong for you,” she said heatedly.
“There, you are right. Like I told Mom and Dad: we’re all oversexed. Granted, this is something I never dreamed would apply to me. I’m still a little amazed; since dinner, four girls and a guy have hit on me.”
She looked at me, then grinned. “You take any of them up on it?”
I simply met her eyes. I didn’t say anything.
“Well, David, my offer is still open.”
I sighed. “Trust me, CC, today I made love to the one woman I need and want. Ginny wasn’t too shabby yesterday. I’m looking forward to Toni. The first I’m dead serious about; the other two: curiosity.”
“They kind of hinted in the elevator that...” CC laughed. “They suffer from the same problem we do. That any friend of yours, they were willing to be quite friendly with.”
“CC, what I said earlier, about you being wrong...”
“I thought we’d gotten past that.”
“CC, you changed the subject. How many people have you slept with here?”
“You know who. Diane and Sean.”
“Yeah, and with both of them, all week long you’ve pushed things. You stay in bed way past safe; getting caught was inevitable. CC, I’ve done it with two people. One of whom told you we were together ... but you didn’t hear it from me. You didn’t hear anything about the other because you don’t know her.”
“The coach?”
“That’s a guess, because I haven’t talked about it and neither has she. And I wasn’t somewhere where I could get caught. That’s what’s wrong, CC. You’re taking risks or allowing others to get you to take those risks; that’s even worse.
“Mom and Dad are wrong because they are in no position to talk to us about who’s with whom.”
“It’s not sex that’s wrong; it’s getting caught, eh?” CC said, with a sneer.
“For doing it where you can get caught,” I replied, frustrated that she wasn’t paying attention, not trying to get the real point.
“Oh,” CC said, softly. “I never thought about that.”
“Sex, CC, no matter how fun, no matter how ‘safe’ is something you need to think about.”
“You said you were going to do it with Toni.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “I promised. Probably my balls talking, but I want to keep my promise. Recreational sex for me.” I paused. Was that a good idea for Ginny and Toni? I felt sudden, enormous misgivings.
The wind freshened, coming directly off the ocean; it cooled everything down in no time at all. In a little more time than that, CC and I headed back to the hotel. CC kissed me on the cheek.
“Like I said, the offer remains open.”
I looked at her, pausing at her breasts, between her legs. “You’re wearing me down, CC.” I kissed her hair, “But not tonight.” She grinned, headed for her room and I headed for mine.
James Walker shook Dad’s hand, then Mom’s, then waved us to seats. His office was nice, and it had a good view of the volleyball courts, then out over the ocean. “You have the papers signed?”
Dad nodded and handed them across. “Mr. Walker,” Dad started, and Mr. Walker shook his head. “You can call me James,” he waved at me. “Zim gets to call me ‘Coach Walker.’”
“We’ve signed the papers. I want to mention up front that this morning I faxed them to my attorney, had them checked. I checked them too, but this is, shall we say, not my usual cup of tea. Or my lawyer’s.”
Coach Walker nodded. “No problems, though?”
Dad glanced at me. “The tentative schedule ... that would put quite a crimp in David’s school time.”
The coach looked right at him. “I don’t know the rules in Michigan. I doubt very much that they are so different from Florida. With a SAT like Zim’s, it’s a simple matter of sending a certified copy of his score to the Florida Department of Education, and they’ll send him a high school diploma. Zim was saying he was spending half his time home schooling. We would see that he followed any regimen you require to continue his studies.”
Dad nodded. “That’s fine ... in fact, that’s what David wanted.”
“Has Zim mentioned his back problem to you?”
Dad nodded.
“Part of the training fees cover full health insurance. We take very good care of our athletes.”
Again Dad nodded. “May I be blunt, James?” Dad asked.
“Go right ahead.”
“One hears stories of doping athletes. That it is not only condoned by the coaches, but they supply the stuff.”
“Mr. Zimmerman...”
“Lowell, call me that,” Dad interrupted.
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