Chapter 1

My problems with Glen Snyder continued on for another three weeks. I was careful to never let myself get into any situation where he could corner me. The whole school knew that Glen was going to beat me senseless, because I'd gone over to our ex girlfriend Lisa's house a few times after she had caused him to dump her.

Glen's public tantrum in the school cafeteria had caused Lisa to decide to stop letting me come over to see her during some week day afternoons. I'd had another two weeks with her until Nora had spread the news that Lisa was back to fucking me. Getting herself exposed like that had embarrassed Lisa, and she decided the whole thing was again my fault.

After that incident in the cafeteria with Glen, I started getting increased signs of interest from three girls. Each of them had steady boyfriends, but each had also hinted that they were at least partially dissatisfied with the relationships they were in. None of the three had specifically mentioned that the problems were of a sexual nature.

The day finally came, as I had known it would, that Glen succeeded in catching me, all alone, in an otherwise empty class room. As soon as I saw the situation, I was certain that I was going to have to take a serious ass kicking. I was almost relieved to get it over with. Almost, but not quite.

"If you do what you're planning to do Glen, I promise you that you'll regret it for the rest of your life." From the tight smile on Glen's face I knew I wasn't getting through to him. His look of determination as he advanced towards me was very intimidating. "Hit me, and by tomorrow, every girl in school is going to be laughing at you. Lots of the guys too."

"Are you sure they'll be laughing at me, Dave? Usually it is the guy who got his ass kicked that they laugh at, not the one who did the kicking."

"They'll be laughing at the reason why Lisa dumped you, Glen. I know it isn't right, but people do laugh when they hear something funny about someone else. High School kids can be very cruel, given half a chance."

"I broke up with her, not the other way around. I finally decided that you were right about her, and I didn't want her to be with other guys. That was the only reason we broke up."

"She told me it was because your dick was too small to bring her to the finish line. That's why you should rethink this whole idea of beating me up. If you do it, by tomorrow, your name will cause lots of laughs and smiles around here. Is that really what you want?"

I took no pride in seeing the look of horror on Glen's face, as he contemplated the potential scorn and derision he might face, once I told people the real reason Lisa had given me for not being satisfied with his sexual efforts.

"You're disgusting! I should just go ahead and kick your ass regardless. It isn't even true, you know, my dick is actually about average."

"It might be close to average in length, Glen, but it certainly isn't average in girth. Lisa likes fat dicks, and yours definitely isn't."

I felt sorry for him, but not so sorry that I wouldn't go ahead and put the word out, if he did decide to go ahead and beat me up. I wasn't just going to stand by and take it from him either. If he started hitting on me, I'd fight back, as well as I was able. I knew I'd lose, but I also knew Glen would end up losing his reputation too. I hadn't set out to hurt him, not like he was getting ready to hurt me. All I wanted to do was dissuade him from taking out his hurt feelings on me.

I was very relieved to see Glen turn around and walk back out of the class room. Whatever shame I felt for threatening him was overshadowed by my relief at not having to suffer a beating at his hands.

Glen spread the word that he'd finally cornered me in a class room, but had decided, at the last minute, that I wasn't worth dirtying his hands with. He even exaggerated how afraid of him I'd been. I decided to just not make any comments to refute what he'd claimed. I didn't have any reputation as a fighter anyway. I took some teasing, and more than a few put downs from some of the guys, but it all blew over within a few days.

The next Saturday afternoon I got two very interesting phone calls. The first, from Barbara Allen, one of the three girls who'd shown some dissatisfaction with their current boyfriend, had started out under the pretext of wanting my help with a Geometry assignment. That only took about five minutes for us to handle. She wasted no time getting into more personal business with me.

"So, Dave, is it really true that you and Lisa are back together again?"

"No, it isn't. Lisa has made it pretty plain, to anyone who'd listen, that I suck as a boyfriend. The last I heard, she never wanted to see or hear from me again."

"That isn't what I heard. Nora is telling everyone that you spend more time at Lisa's house than at your own."

"Nora is a lying pig. She wanted me to do more stuff with her, and I refused. Ever since, she's been spreading lies about me."

"Why didn't you want to do more things with her? Didn't you like what she let you do?"

"It was okay, but I wasn't too happy with her attitude about everything. I prefer a girl who has her fun and keeps quiet about it. There are some things that should stay private, don't you think?"

"I do. I don't talk about what happens when Carl and I go out on dates. Not that we really do anything worth gossiping about." She laughed, kind of an embarrassed laugh.

"That's what I meant. Most people like to keep private things private. I don't believe most people want to know how many orgasms a girl had over the weekend, or about how so and so lasted for forty five minutes without stopping."

"Did you say forty five, or four or five?"

"I said forty five, but I don't think stuff like that really matters anyway. The main thing is that both people finish up being satisfied."

"Nora never said anything about how you did it, but she did mention that she was very happy with how things turned out that time at the party. Girls do listen when other girls talk about their experiences. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have happy experiences all the time."

"Mostly, it's the girl who controls how things like that work out."

"The girl? I never heard anyone else ever claim that. I think you're mistaken. It takes both parties to make something good happen."

"I guess we'll just have to disagree about that. The girls I've been with, they let me know what they liked the best, and all I did was follow their instructions."

"I should hire you to give Carl lessons. He never listens to me when I tell him what I like best. He only cares about what he likes."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I guess it must work for him, or else he'd try something different. That never worked for me. If the girl wasn't happy when we were done, then it wasn't likely that I'd get a second chance with her."