Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
“Well?” CC asked, eager.
“You will not believe it,” I told CC. “Good, adequate, better, better still, and finally wonderful beyond belief.”
Diane laughed. “Translate that, please!”
“Yes, we can both go. CC has to be in by ten, and I by eleven. If we don’t mess up, we can go other nights when we want ... and they’ve decided to stay here longer than two weeks. Much longer. Indefinitely longer.”
CC jumped up, grabbed me, and hugged me tight, then kissed me on the cheek; again, her breasts were poking into my chest and arm. “Oh, David! So cool! How did you do all of that?” CC was ecstatic.
“A sweet-talking devil, that’s what Zim is,” Diane said with a laugh.
Right then, Sean showed up. “I’m on break. Want to go for a walk, CC?” He looked me right in the eye. “That’s if the sweet-talking devil there will unhand my girlfriend.”
CC let go of me and went and hugged Sean. “I can go tonight. David talked to our parents,” she told Sean, her eyes beaming.
“Oh, well then, kiss him again,” Sean said, laughing.
Instead, the two of them walked away, talking and laughing between them.
I sat down, and Diane looked at me, then at her brother. “You seem pretty relaxed about Sean and CC.”
“So do you,” I told her, and saw her shrug.
“My brother is my brother. As brothers go ... none better. I give him all the space he wants, and he does the same for me.”
“I watch out for CC,” I explained bluntly. “I don’t need to worry, right?” I looked Diane right in the eye.
“She’s as safe with Sean as she wants to be. Sean has a good grip on the English language, even the simple words like no. Plus, he understands longer phrases like, ‘Please don’t’ or ‘not yet’.”
“Cool! As a matter of fact, I understand the same language,” I told her.
She smiled. “I already figured that out, Zim. I already figured that out. It’s another reason I’m sitting here.”
She stood up, and so did I. “Come along, Zim. Time to do a little venturing into the unknown.”
I followed along, not sure what to expect.
Diane started walking down the beach, away from the hotels, and I trailed along behind her. We’d gone about six feet when her hand gripped mine. It was, I found, surprisingly easy to walk hand in hand with a girl, particularly a pretty girl. Something I quickly grew to like very much.
“What kind of unknown are we headed for?” I asked, curious.
Diane laughed. “It wouldn’t be unknown if I told you about it! Relax, Zim. Piece of cake!”
We walked along the beach, right at the water line where the sand was wet and firm. After about a half mile, a few yards from a row of pilings that marched into the sea, Diane took a hard left and walked inland to the first piling, one that stuck up about four feet into the air. Diane let go of my hand and lithely jumped on top of the piling. “Follow me, Zim.”
The next piling was four feet away, too far to step; she hopped to it and waited for me to get up on the first one. Seeing I was there, she started down the line. I nearly fell off after my first jump, but after a couple of jumps, I’d gotten the hang of it and wasn’t having much trouble. Still, when we reached the water, we were now some six or seven feet above the surface. Diane stopped.
“If you fall off, try not to touch the wood.” She grimaced. “Splinters.” Diane waved at the area just ahead. “Here the water is shallow, three or four feet. Try to land feet first if you fall; after that, it’s deeper; a dive is cool, if you can pull it off.” She jumped to the next pier, and I hopped to the one she’d just vacated.
I stared ahead; the line of pilings went about three hundred yards out into the ocean. A single line of posts, each about two feet in diameter, four feet apart. “How far are we going?” I asked after the next one.
Diane grinned at me. “Zim, I thought guys always wanted to go all the way with a girl!”
I was so startled; I nearly fell off, just standing there. Diane saw me, laughed, and put on some speed, going quickly ahead.
I tried to keep up, but if I jumped too quickly, I would teeter. Slow and steady, I thought, slow and steady. All good things come to an end; so do hard and difficult things. One hundred and forty-seven pilings, I learned later.
Finally, Diane jumped to the last piling, and I stood on the second-to-last. “Don’t chicken out now, Zim. All the way!” She had moved to one side, and there was about a foot and a half or so for me to land on.
She had to know that if I jumped wrong, we’d both get wet. She was in street clothes, but that’s no biggie as she had her suit on under them.
I jumped, teetered, and her arm came up around my waist and held me for a second. “See, piece of cake,” Diane said, her face an inch from mine. It was in my mind to kiss her, and Diane grinned. “Zim, could you kiss a girl the first time, knowing that about five hundred people are watching us?”
There was no way to turn around, but I knew we were easily visible from the beach. I leaned close, touched her lips with mine. “Yes, I could.”
She laughed, coming dangerously close to causing a double splash down. “I hope that’s not your idea of a kiss.” She hugged me a little tighter, and as with CC, I could feel her breasts press against my chest.
“I didn’t want to get a bath if it wasn’t what you wanted.”
Diane grinned. “Zim, I’ll tell you true, I’ve never met a boy like you. Come on, let’s get back.”
She gave me the least bit of a push, and I realized she wanted me to lead the way back. On the pilings. “You’ll hate me if I knock you in,” I said, concerned if I could jump without knocking her off.
“Then don’t knock me in.”
I turned to face the next piling. I psyched myself up for a second, then hopped as carefully as I could. I couldn’t see if I’d knocked her down; I didn’t think so; the problem was that my landing sucked, and I realized I was going to fall in unless I jumped again quickly. So I did. And then I had momentum; the only thing to do was take a longer step. So I did. Somehow I made it along all of the pilings, not quite at a dead run, but real close.
I hopped off the last piling, turned, and looked. Diane was about a hundred yards out, hopping carefully. She saw me looking at her, waved, and then kept on going until a couple of minutes later when she jumped down next to me.
“Jeez, Zim, you beat me at my own game! Almost no one runs the pilings. Crashing and burning can be painful!”
“It was that or get wet,” I said, and she nodded.
“Cool.”
We started walking along the beach again; this time it was me who took her hand in mine, this time twining my fingers with hers. We fetched up at Sean’s tower, and he grinned at me.
“Not bad, Zim, not bad,” he said, waving towards the pilings. “Most people won’t even try to go out on them. Hardly anybody gets all the way the first time, and I never saw anyone run back the first time.” He nodded at Phil Cunningham, shirtless, talking to a girl, the two of them sitting on a beach towel. “Ol’ Phil there, we showed that to him, and he got halfway, the first time. Then Diane showed him how it was supposed to be done and ran halfway back before she slipped.” I could see Sean was laughing. “Stupid son of a bitch tried to run out.”
I thought about it, laughed myself. A formula for getting wet; there would be no way to stop at the last piling.
“It was an accident; I lost my balance out there.”
“Accident, oh yeah, sure,” Sean said.
“Like eight straight points. Some accident,” Diane sniffed.
Suddenly Sean was off his perch, running down the beach to cool off some tempers. “We really shouldn’t distract him.” Diane said, “I just wanted to show you off.”
“I think I’d like a coke,” I told Diane. “Want one too?” Diane nodded, and we headed for the concession stands. It was almost six, and there were fewer people about. I paid for it, which Diane wasn’t happy with; she made a point of telling me she paid her own way.
CC appeared out of nowhere, right in the middle of the discussion.
“Diane, you know what stinking rich means?” CC said with her usual lack of tact.
I shook my head, pleading with CC nonverbally, but my sister didn’t care. “That’s David and I. We don’t talk about it, usually, but chill about the money, girl!”
“Stinking rich?” Diane said, for the first time I saw something in her face that wasn’t her usual self-confident self.
“It’s no big deal,” I told her. “And we’re not so rich that when Mom and Dad decided to stay here longer, Dad didn’t start looking for a cheaper place to stay than the hotel.” I waved at her coke. “But yeah, I can buy you Cokes all summer and not feel any pain.”
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