Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 4
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
After a bit, I got out of the spa and went down to the beach. It was a little before four, and I found CC sitting on a blanket talking to Sean. A few feet away, Diane was lying on her stomach, looking to be asleep. I put my own blanket some ways away; I wanted CC to have some space.
I looked out over the ocean, trying to make sense of things. After a second, I heard a sound and saw Diane standing next to me. “Zim, want to swim?” She nodded at the closest lifeguard posts. “They don’t like it when you go out any distance by yourself. Your sister says you swim pretty good.”
“Not as good as you or CC,” I told her. She grinned.
“Well, I’ll keep it down, okay?” I nodded, and we hit the water. It was a lot more crowded than it had been earlier; the volleyball game down the beach had a large crowd around it, watching.
Diane swam steadily out to sea, and I set myself to keeping up. It was a stretch, particularly over the half mile she swam. Finally, she stopped, flipped over on her back, and just moved slowly, still headed away from the beach. “Well,” Diane said quietly, “you did keep up.”
“Every muscle in my body is going to be ruined tomorrow,” I told her with a laugh. “First volleyball, then this.”
She glanced at me. “You’re not a jock.” It wasn’t a question.
“No. CC swims on a local team back in Oak Park. Me? I watch.”
She waved back at the beach. “You’ve done more than watch, or you wouldn’t be here.”
“Well, I swim too. But CC is faster than I am. My mom tried to coach me, but ... I’m just not fast.”
“Well, you finesse a volleyball pretty good,” Diane said as we moved slowly under the sun, looking back at the beach.
“I played a few times in school, on a gym floor. Finesse was not a word you would have used to describe how I played.”
“Well, it works now.” She grinned. “That thing with dropping the ball just past the net. Wow! The only way you can defend is be on top of it; if you have to run at it, you blow the set. Cool, Zim. Good stuff.”
“You don’t seem to mind we beat you. Twice.”
She looked amused. “Zim, let me tell you; there are good players and bad players. You try to get the best players on your team, then you try to win. Mostly we try to have a good time. Phil Cunningham...” She shook her head. “He tries too hard. Too hard at all kinds of ballin’.” I blushed, but Diane went on.
“You saw he was wearing a t-shirt?” I nodded; most people had been, no biggie. Not just the girls, but the guys too.
“Well, he pumps iron; competes in the Ironman races. He’s buff, really buff. Along about now that t-shirt is off and he’s flexing the biceps, triceps, quadriceps, and all those other ‘ceps. Some girl is going to get wet panties looking at him, and along about nine or ten tonight, they’ll be in bed. Tomorrow, new shirt. New girl.”
I didn’t say anything; that was too close to what Sean had said the lifeguards had to deal with. It sounded like Phil Cunningham dealt with it completely differently than Sean.
“Some of the lifeguards are like that, too,” Diane went on, echoing my thoughts. She waved back towards the beach. “I suppose we should go back in now. Ready?”
“Sure.”
“You set the pace this time.” Diane told me, and I did. It took a bit, but finally we were just past the wave line, treading water.
“Thanks, Zim.”
“Any time, Diane.”
She glanced at me, grinned. “Most boys can’t or won’t do it.” She waved back at the ocean. “Getting that far out from the beach scares them silly.”
I shrugged. “I try to be careful.”
“Me too,” Diane replied. “Me too. But I just hate doing laps in a pool. And being out there doesn’t scare me at all.”
I gestured at the one- and two-foot waves. “I was wondering if they get bigger? I was thinking it would be cool to learn to surf.”
“Well, these are the best kind to learn on.” She looked at me. “Want me to show you?”
I blinked in astonishment. “Ah, sure.” Teach me, Diane! Use your hands! Show me!
She laughed. “You are so cute when you blush, Zim! It’s no big deal.”
She swam into the beach, and I followed. She went up to where Sean was sitting, now back on his perch. “Can I borrow your board? Zim wants to learn to surf.”
“Sure, I was going to show CC tomorrow,” he said, looking at me with a grin.
My God, I thought, it’s all a plot!
Diane led me towards one of the parking lots, to a car with a surfboard on top. She quickly unhooked it, and then led the way back. “Carry the board, Zim.”
I did. It wasn’t as heavy as it looked, but by the time we got back to the beach, it seemed heavy enough.
“First, the very basics.” Diane was standing on the break of the beach, looking at the waves. “These are one to two-foot swells. Piece of cake, although you have to be careful even so; particularly little kids. Three-foot waves...” She shook her head. “You have to be much more careful around those! A three-foot wave can knock anyone down, if you’re not ready. Four feet ... a major event, Zim. Major. A four-foot wave will knock anyone down, period. If you’re not ready, you could be in serious trouble. If a five-foot wave hits you, you are in serious trouble. Beyond five feet, a wave is a cosmic event. Much over three feet, they won’t let any kid below twelve close to the water. At six feet, only certified surfers, ones they personally know, can get in the water, and then only with a board.
“That’s what got Sean in trouble last summer. Some guy who wasn’t as good as he thought, in six-foot swells. Crashed on a wave. They could see him out there, floating face down. Sean went out to get him; got picked off by a loose board just as he got a grip on the guy.” Diane waved up and down the beach. “Eight guards on duty; only Sean and one other lifeguard had the stones to go out into it. The other guy got them both back, but it was a close thing.
“I don’t think even Sean would go after someone in ten-foot waves. I wouldn’t.”
“And how high do they get?”
“Now, little squeakers, ankle slappers,” Diane said with a grin. “But when we get a tropical storm out there,” she waved at the ocean, “they build right up. Six, ten, twenty feet. And if you check it out, all new lifeguard chairs and concession stands. A couple of years ago, the waves were breaking against the retaining wall of the hotels. Thirty or forty-foot waves.”
I looked back at the hotels, setting well up off the beach. I gulped. Scary!
“Just common sense, Zim. Just common sense.” I nodded, but stood looking at the buildings, new and old, thinking about waves five and ten times as big as I was tall.
For the next hour, Diane showed me the basics of surfing. It wasn’t very hard to learn the basics, although Diane spent a lot of time telling me that even three-foot waves were very different. “Probably, Zim, next week we’ll have a little surf. Maybe even this weekend.”
I nodded and asked if she wanted to get something to drink.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Diane answered with a laugh. She took the board and leaned it against Sean’s chair. And sure enough, there were maybe a half dozen girls there, trying to chat him up. CC was nowhere to be seen.
We walked back to one of the concession stands, and I bought us both cokes. We sat down on one of the tables with an umbrella. “You going to burn?” Diane asked as we sat down.
“No, CC and I don’t.”
She reached out and pushed her thumb on the skin of my arm. For a second, there was a pale mark, then it faded.
“You’re getting there, Zim.”
“I’ll put on a shirt.”
“Long sleeves,” she told me. “Actually, I’m getting close to my limit too.”
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