Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 24
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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
A while later, I was with Tasha, once again in front of her apartment. I had no memory of leaving the training camp, none.
“Julie said you are pretty zonked,” Tasha spoke quietly.
I sighed. “I don’t think it’s pretty. I can’t move without feeling nauseous. My legs feel like I’ve run for miles and miles.”
Tasha hugged me; then the world faded away, and I slept.
When I awoke, it was dark, and I was alone. I got up and walked out of the bedroom. Tasha was sitting cross-legged on a couch, reading a magazine. “Feeling better?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Simply too happy to still be feeling anything.”
“You know she zonked you?”
I shook my head. “What do you mean?”
“Give you a little something to mess up your inner ear. Then messed it more.”
“And there was a purpose to this?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Oh my yes! Kinesthesia, Zim, kinesthesia. Julie is simply fascinated by it.” She laughed. “You’d have made the team on her vote alone. She is going to poke and prod you every chance she gets.”
“Wonderful,” I said, lacking enthusiasm.
“I promise, after this, it will be with your knowledge and permission.” I saw something for a moment, deep in her eyes. A deep, deep pain. “I promise,” she said simply.
Should I ask what was going on? Beyond what I already had? The look had come and gone; now she was smiling at me. “I told Julie I’d break every bone in her body if the next time I have you alone, you’re a walking zombie.”
“I’m sorry,” I told her, really contrite.
“Not your fault, Zim. None of it was your fault.”
She didn’t like people experimenting on me, I thought. Then I realized that maybe I wasn’t the first guinea pig she’d met. Maybe she had a little experience there, herself.
“On that note, Zim, I have some bad news,” she said. Still, there was a small smile.
“How bad?”
“Your dad is going to be here in about ten minutes to take you back.” She leaned close, brushed my lips with hers. “I wanted time with you; it didn’t work out. I have a coach’s meeting, a must-go. I have to be there in about forty minutes.”
“Oh.” How was I going to explain this to my father?
“Are you okay to walk? I told Julie I’d try to see to it that you don’t look like a total drunk.”
I heard a knocking at the door. Julie laughed. “Well, my! How time flies!”
She went to the door. A minute later, Dad was standing next to me.
“You okay, David?” he asked, obviously concerned.
“Wonderful,” I said, meaning absolutely not, not in any way.
“Mister Zimmerman, I’m not going to apologize for Doctor London; she’s got a thing for kinesthesia research. If I’d had any idea, she was going to do this...” Tasha shook her head.
“I’m fine. I’m much better,” I said.
“Good,” Tasha said. “Now, get your sorry ass out of my apartment so I can get ready for my meeting.”
“Thanks, Tasha. Next time...” I said, helplessly laughing.
“Next time is next time, Zim. Soon enough. Relax, have a nice weekend. Monday will be here before you know it. Then there’s Tuesday and all the days after that.”
I saw Dad glance at her, saw a slight narrowing of his eyes.
Tasha turned to him. “FYI, I’m six years older than David.” Dad’s mouth opened as he started to say something, realized that Tasha was talking about age difference, and what that meant to him in particular.
“David is a fine young man, as you’ve undoubtedly noticed,” Dad said neutrally.
“Oh yes!” Tasha grinned.
“I am, right now, contemplating the first night I met Cec’s father. I told him I was going to marry his daughter. He told me that if I’d gotten her pregnant, he’d break every bone in my body. ‘She isn’t yet,’ I told him, ‘but I keep trying.’” Dad laughed. “He was wrong.” Dad rubbed his nose. “He just broke one bone.”
Now that wasn’t something I’d ever heard before! “I learned not to be flip. He learned that I spoke the truth about loving his daughter and wanting to marry her. All things considered, it’s worked out well.”
“Early days, Mister Zimmerman.”
“It’s Lowell, Lo to my friends,” he said. “Now, David, can you navigate to the car?”
“Yes,” I said. I started to go outside, then stopped. “Tasha, two things. We talked about poker Sunday?”
“I’ll be there; don’t talk about it at the office, though.”
“We’re going deep-sea fishing tomorrow, all day. You could come if you like.”
She shook her head. “I’d like, ‘cause I’ve never done it. But some of us have to work, Zim. Did you think we were kidding about the schedule?”
I nodded, content enough that I’d see her on Sunday.
We went outside; the air was cooler than Tasha’s condo, but still warm and humid. I sat down and Dad got in and started driving. “A very nice young man called this afternoon, said he’d invited you fishing tomorrow. That your Mom and I and CC were invited. Insisted, in fact, that we come. CC invited her friend Sean and his sister.”
“No problem,” I told him. “I mentioned it earlier.”
“You did, so I had no trouble agreeing.”
We reached the hotel and got out. He waved at it. “Hope you haven’t gotten too fond of the suite.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “It would be nice to have at least one more bathroom.”
“Well, your mom and I went to a couple of local places. The nicest one had these weird cockroaches. So long.” He held up his fingers about four inches apart. “Would you believe it? Cec said they were a deal breaker. The owner was crushed, positively crushed. Of course, he wanted two million four for his cockroaches.”
I grimaced. Mom was not fond of even small bugs. Four-inch cockroaches? When it came down to that, a one-inch cockroach bothered me too.
“So, I went and talked to the hotel manager this morning. Then his boss later.
“Seems they have a penthouse. Way up above the beach. Six bedrooms, four baths, a family room; whole raft of stuff, some of it really nice.
“That’s the good news. The bad news was the hotel clerk wanted twenty thousand a week.”
I blinked. “My allowance isn’t up to it.”
“A million a year. Cec told me that we could live here for a couple of years, for what the guy wanted for the cockroach palace.”
“There’s that.” We were standing now, looking out over the beach.
“So, I put my best bargaining face on; got him down to fifteen thousand a week, on a year lease. Told him, not so good. Talked to his boss, got that down to twelve thousand a week. Six hundred thousand a year and change.” Dad sighed.
“I looked around the suite, took your Mom and CC up to look at it. They liked it, I think you will too. To make a long story shorter, I did a little research. Monday we’ll sign the papers. Thirty-three four.”
I looked at him, curious. “Thirty-three four? As in what? Fifty-four forty or fight?”
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