The Missile 3
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 9: Practice
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9: Practice - The third in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit Petting
Let’s see ... I needed to reload my pack, but I could do that tonight. First, my email. The only important one was from the UAB researcher. He had replied that they would be unable to meet that cost; they could only go $30K for the two paws. I replied to that, saying I was sorry to hear about their budget issues and that they would be offered on the PortalControl.com website’s auction section next week, once I had learned how to use it. Perhaps they could buy them then.
On the ALPRA side, I had several more “I’ll be there” emails that I had to send the stock answer to and add their names to the list. Easy, but time consuming. There were also a few more question emails. I answered the ones I could.
I transferred my event notice draft from my phone to my computer, finished it, and sent it out to PR@ALPRA to be put on BTF’s upcoming events page. Once it was there, it would be official that only those who told us by Friday afternoon got in free. I thought that was fair, since it was impossible to estimate how many people we’d have on Sunday if they didn’t want to tell us.
After that I could grab ‘my’ staff and go, but why bother? They had more at their house, and the one I had at home was there for a reason. I should leave it here, and only take it to Birmingham on Sunday, when Ron and Rick could cut it to length for me.
When I went into the den, I told Mom that after practice we were going to run by a hardware store and get some stuff for my pack, since I may not have a chance tomorrow. I needed to load my pack tonight.
When I turned 15, Mom and Dad had given me a credit card with a $500 limit, for emergencies. I could use it for anything, though, as long as I got Mom or Dad’s permission. I was going to put my sneakers in my pack when I put my armor on, or maybe I could put them on it, and I still wanted rope, flip-flops, a rope saw, better water bottles, and a camera.
That was just to get her to say “Of course” before we got to the big one, could I spend the night Friday night with my two girlfriends. Hopefully, Mom would say “Of course” to that, too. I wasn’t holding out much hope, though.
Nope. She didn’t say “Absolutely not!”, though. She said “Of course” to the rope and whatever else I needed, but as far as spending the night with ‘your two floozies’ was concerned, well, she was going to have to think about THAT one.
Mom, are you old enough to use that word? Isn’t its use restricted by law to people who were alive in the 1920s?
At least it wasn’t “Hell no!” I gave Mom a hug and yelled down the hall “Elaine, I’ve got to go. Please TRY to be good until I get back!” That got her to run out and give me a hug.
When we got on the road Nell asked “Which way?”
“431 there, it’s more direct. 77 back, though, because we’ll drive right past the Ace Hardware on 11 to get some rope and stuff. It’s right before that propane place.” I put it that way so she’d know I was still planning on our snuggle time.
“Oh. How convenient. Well, if it’s right there, of course we should go there to get your rope.”
Traffic down 431 to Glencoe was ... traffic. Any jump on rush hour we’d gotten by leaving school at 3 had been wasted by the trip home. Couldn’t be helped, though. The ALPRA email was part of my ‘liaison’ job, and I needed a real computer with a real keyboard and screen to deal with it.
If I had a laptop maybe I could take it with me and not have to go home, but that wasn’t in the budget. If I could sell some of my trophies, though? Maybe a laptop would be in the budget. Maybe tonight after I got home, I should look into how to sell things on PortalControl.
Practice was nothing new. It was just me, Cindy, and Sally, practicing what little we knew. We needed more instruction to go any further. There were instruction videos on the ‘net, but we needed a real instructor to tell us when we were doing it right or wrong.
So, the three of us did our ‘forms’ for a little in the back yard, then moved to the driveway to work on pushing baseballs. Yeah, that little shit Sally was a lot better than we were. It was fun, though, and it let Cindy and I have some time together.
I did get Nell to at least hold a staff and start getting used to it, so that was progress.
When Mr. Jeffreys came home and parked in our training area we stopped for the night. They were going to have dinner and Nell was going to take me home. I called Mom and said we were leaving practice and asked if Nell could have dinner with us since she was driving me around. Well, when would we be there?
I thought about it and said “The drive and shopping? It shouldn’t be more than two hours.” She said okay, she’d have something for us to eat when we got there. Great!
I told everyone that Mom was going to feed Nell, since she was missing dinner here all the time. However, could I talk to Mr. Jeffreys for a minute? Privately? I was going to reveal a deep manhood secret that he may not know yet, and we didn’t need any yucky girls listening in.
He walked me back to the back yard where no one could sneak up on us. I made a show of turning my phone off, so no one who had hacked it could listen in. He started laughing and asked “Okay, what’s the deep dark secret?”
“Okay, we gotta start with some background. You know that I really like your oldest daughter. She really likes me. We are FAR too close for how long we’ve known each other. But, that happens when people are thrown together and have to literally fight for their lives. Next, did you know that Cindy is on the Pill?”
“NO!” He didn’t quite yell it, but he was close.
“Well, I don’t actually KNOW that she is. All I know is that she says she is and her mother says she is. Is she actually taking them? I don’t know. Is she actually doing it right? I don’t know. I do know, because I’ve checked, that it’s not considered reliable until after the second period after she starts, and only if she takes the pill religiously every single day. It takes a complete cycle for it to become reliable.”
“So, however long until the first period, then the full monthly cycle, then the second period. And I don’t have any idea when she started or when that first period is, was, or will be. Cindy hasn’t told me, and I haven’t known her long enough to figure it out on my own. So, some number of days plus 28, right? Well, ‘X’ had to be less than 28, but it comes out to anywhere between 28 days if X=0 and... 55 days if X=27. That’s how long it will be before anything happens. If it happens. We could break up before then, right?”
“I hope so, yes.”
“Well, there’s more to the story but it’s not my story to tell. The short version is ‘That’s not gonna happen.’ I’m hers and she’s mine and that’s that. And we both promised her mother -with witnesses like MY mom listening in- that we would not do anything that could lead to children until that ‘X+28 days’ is up, and that we would still try to avoid children until we were 18 and married. That was why, that night Cindy stayed with me at the hotel, we both kept enough clothes on to ensure there couldn’t be any accidents, okay?”
“No, not okay, but continue.”
“Sure. Anyway, Cindy is a healthy young woman with normal drives. She is GOING to get what she needs. You already know that, as happy as I am with what’s happening, she’s the main driver here. And, if I somehow screw it up so she’s no longer with me, she’ll simply change targets to someone else. I don’t want THAT to happen, so I happily help her with all her plans. So, sometime between one and two months from now, Cindy is going to change from “beautiful young maiden’ to ‘beautiful young woman’. My only input here is to agree that the reason for the wait is real, it is valid, and it is important. We ARE going to wait.”
“Why do I need to hear all this?”
“Two reasons. First, as you might expect, Cindy and I spend most of our waking hours scheming to get more ‘quality time’ together. We’re going back in that Ft. McClellan Portal Saturday morning. We’re trying to see if we can go early and spend the night in that hotel. You may or may not support that. I know that if I was in your shoes, I’d have a lot of trouble with it.”
“I’m glad you see that. What’s the other reason?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure you have all the pieces but you may not have put them all together right. See, Cindy is everything any sane young man could need. As far as we’re both concerned, she’s my wife. I’m going to support whatever goals she has. That’s fine. What’s NOT fine is that she and her sister are both teenaged girls. You probably know that. They are evil witches, pretty much by definition. You probably know THAT, too. And, one of their favorite pastimes is fucking with their daddy’s head, right?”
“Yeah, I know that.”
“Okay, personally, Sally does nothing for me. She’s too young, etc. And, by the time she’s grown to the point that someone like me might be interested in her, Cindy should have me pretty well locked down. So, Sally may actually like me. She may only like me because I’m handy and it annoys you. She may only be pretending to like me to annoy both you and Cindy. Doesn’t matter to me, I’m with Cindy. But, it’s fun to tease you, right?”
“You’re leading up to something.”
“Yep. Now, they think of you as their favorite teddy bear, right? Me, not so much. You’re my girlfriend’s father. Every time I see you, I look to see if there’s a gun in your hand before I do anything else.”
“That ... sounds like just good old common sense.”
“Yeah. So, we’re out here because, as fun as it would be, they still need their daddy. We’re talking about stuff, and Cindy asks point-blank if she can spend the night with me Friday night. You say ‘Hell no!’, right?”
“Of course. ‘Hell no’ sounds like the appropriate answer to me.”
“Right. But, what do I say?” I put my hand over my heart while I spoke.
“I don’t know. What do you say?”
“You just told us in front of others that Cindy can’t go spend the night with me in a hotel in some other town. I DO NOT want you to have a heart attack when I, completely reasonably, ask “How about Sally?”
He looked at me and then started laughing. Really hard, really loud. Cindy, Sally, well, all the women came out from where they’d been looking through the sliding-glass door.