Chapter 5: Girls

At school, the next day, I am hailed as a hero. I’d stood up to the man and took him down. That is a particularly big deal at this school. All the girls know that when they leave Jr. High to go to Sr. High, one of the gym teachers will sexually assault them regularly. It is widely known that he does it. Last year, there was a long list of girls that came forward. The parents got involved, and there was an extensive petition that was sent to the school district, asking for his resignation. But, they refused to do anything about it. You see, Fort Grand is too far north. For the most part, people only live up here for the work or because they are recluses that want to escape society. Almost every teacher or Doctor that lives up here does so because they are so incompetent, they can’t get a job elsewhere. If the school district gets rid of every child molester or teacher that is high while on the job, they will end up having to close half the schools in the area.

When I stood up against the Principal and teacher, it gave hope to the girls in the school. I went from being the most hated kid in school to having half the girls falling in love with me. There are some things I notice right away. When I got to school in the morning, instead of threats and insults thrown my way, people are happy to see me. They are even saying hi. People never treated me like this until my second year in the military. I think maybe this time around things will be different.

My last class before lunch is English. I remember having a crush on Abigail, the girl that sits in front of me. She is one of the best-looking girls in school. She is pretty, but even more, she is sexy. I think I had a crush on her because she is almost as slutty as my sister, and I figured a girl that willing is the only kind of girl that will ever go for me. Unfortunately, I knew the guys she sleeps with. I would never go for her for fear of my dick falling off. She is a nice girl and could have made some boy a nice girlfriend. Even if she wasn’t a slut, she and I could never work. She is one of the dumbest girls in school, and we have nothing in common. I could never have a conversation with her without getting bored at best, but more likely I’d get irritated with her.

In the middle of class, she hands me a note, sealed with a kiss. I have never received such a letter before. In the letter, she expresses her undying love for me and asks me to follow her to the portable classroom at lunch. Curious, I do just that.

I am walking down the hall, following her. Half of me is admiring the view. She has a tight little body and the sexiest ass in our grade. The other half of me is thinking it is too bad she gets pregnant before the end of the school year and loses all her friends. She also becomes fat, ugly and haggard before she reaches 30. The volume of drugs and mistreatment she goes through, ages a person fast.

I’ll admit, my dick is half hard following her. I’ve had little to no sexual experience in my 69 years. It doesn’t take much to get me hard, and she is one of my crushes from the past.

Since it is a northern school, there is a hallway connecting the portable to the main building. In the winter, it is cold and dark. The way the wind blows the snow around, making it difficult to see, it is not a good idea to send kids outside every time the classes change.

As soon as I get through the door, she pushes me up against the wall. Her lips are upon mine. I am stunned into inaction for a moment, but when I clue in, I kiss back, placing one hand on the nape of her neck and the other on her lower back. I pull her closer to me. Her entire body is pressed against mine. My leg is between hers and forces her skirt to ride up as I feel the heat coming off her. We kiss as my hands wander. One lowers to her ass, and the other finds its way to her chest.

My hands stay above her clothes. I don’t want to push things farther than she wants to go. There is no need to worry about that. When she breaks the kiss to take a breath, she removes her shirt. Fourteen years old and already a C cup. Her tits are perfect.

Sometimes I wish I had an average brain. Part of me sees perfection. Part of me sees her tits will continue to grow and will become ugly, sagging down to her knees. For now, I try to bask in her beauty.

During our next kiss, I let my hands wander a little more. This time my lower hand comes up under her skirt. My other hand pushes her bra up, so I can gain access to her nipple.

Here is one part where being a genius helps. I don’t need personal experience to learn most things. In the story I told about my sister trying to kill me with a knife, I never needed to practice or even be taught the move. I only saw it once and was able to do it. I wasn’t even a trained fighter yet. It was a skill I had seen, so I knew how to do it. It’s challenging to do this with more complex skills or ones requiring some form of talent, but basic skills I don’t need practice or instructions. I only need to read about them or see them. I had done a lot of reading about sex, especially regarding pleasing a woman.

I may not have much experience, but I know every girl is different. Some like things soft and gentle, others like it rough. I experiment on her. She seems to like it tender. I don’t focus on her nipples. I try to give her what she wants. My hand slips to the other sensitive parts of the breast, the underside and between them.

Her clit is grinding against my leg. She responds, moaning into my mouth when I play with the rosebud of her ass through her panties. This time when we pause our kiss, her lust-filled eyes stare into mine. She kneels before me and hurriedly removes my pants. She is pleasantly surprised when she unveils my cock. Her hand doesn’t fit around it. I am still a kid, so it will grow to be even bigger, but for now, it is longer than a typical white man.

When she sticks it in her mouth, it is easy to tell she has much experience. I couldn’t imagine anybody giving better head. I want to say I lasted, but I didn’t. I was a two-pump wonder. Looking in her eyes, I can see she is feigning pleasure but is disappointed that I didn’t last. She is pleased when she sees I don’t soften in the slightest. I am as hard after I cum as I was before. Her look of disappointment turns to one of joy and lust. She licks the cum off her lips and stands up, saying, “I need you in me.”

I do not say anything. I pull Abigail back into me and kiss her again. I do not care that I taste my cum in her mouth. Nobody has ever shown interest in me. Here she is, a dream girl from my past, showing an interest in me. The only thing that stops me from bending her over and jamming my dick up inside her is the fear of my dick falling off. I know there will be a few times she has problems with STDs, and I do not know if now is one of those times.

When we break from kissing, I bend down and remove her panties, putting them in my pocket. I then pick her up in my arms as if she is a baby and carry her to the teacher’s desk. I lay her down on top of it and kiss her again. Both my hands explore her chest, my lips part from hers and explore, first her neck and earlobe. Eventually, I find my way to her tits. I leave one hand there, and the other travels south.

At first, I only tease, playing with her outer folds. Then I dip one finger inside her. I do not finger fuck her, I explore. While my lips explore her tit, my finger searches for her g-spot. I know I have found it when she squeals. Her back arches and she pushes her cunt into my hand. Evidently, she wants something more than a gentle exploration. I give her a second finger and fuck her with my hand. She is getting close when I remove the second finger. She moans in protest. I don’t care. I have something planned that I know she will enjoy.

I continue finger fucking her with one finger as my thumb teases her clit. I do not give her any direct contact. I only tease around it. This time as she gets closer, I give her a second finger again, but only to coat it with some of her natural lube. I remove the second finger again, and her protest is louder. This time, that second finger starts exploring her back door. Only when she is right on the edge, I rub my thumb directly on her clit. The finger in her cunny finds her g-spot, and the finger at her back door pushes in. She screams out her orgasm, but I do not let up. I fuck both her holes roughly with my hand and lightly bite down on her nipple. Her g-spot and clit are getting some rough treatment, and she continues to scream.

Given my lack of experience, I have no clue how long her orgasm should last. I begin to worry about somebody walking in on us. She is not the least bit quiet, and, in my mind, is taking forever to calm down. Thankfully, it is one of her friends that comes through the door first, exclaiming, “You need to shut her up, or we will all get into trouble. I cover her mouth with mine. She responds to it but tries to continue her tirade. Thankfully my mouth muffles her cries. I still do not let up.

It is her friend’s protests for me to stop that gets me to pull away. As soon as I do, I pull her skirt back into position and fix her bra. Kary, her friend, brings her shirt over and helps Abigail get dressed while I do up my pants. I am still fully erect, so it is difficult to put away. Kary notices my problem and giggles, but only after licking her lips. I would love to do Kary, but she has been with the same guys as Abigail.

When Abi regains the ability to sit, I decide to tell her some things, “Thank you, Abi. You have no clue what that meant to me. Unfortunately, that is all you and I can do.”

“Why? What do you mean?”

“To start with, the friends you hang around with will never accept me. They have picked on me and beaten me since the day they met me.” Both Abi and Kary look crestfallen hearing that. “Worse yet, they don’t love or respect you girls. They don’t love themselves, so how are they supposed to love you? You deserve better.”

“They are not that bad.”

“Yes, they are. If any of them had AIDS, they wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you without protection. Then they would tell everybody you gave it to them. Considering they did it to other girls with crabs, you know I am telling the truth.”

They have nothing to say to that, so I continue, “I like you, so I am going to tell you something I shouldn’t. You know me well enough to know I don’t tell lies. You also know I am by far the smartest person in this school. I cannot tell you how I know this. Even if you understood the explanation, you would never believe it. Fact is, if you do not change your ways, you will be pregnant by the end of the school year, and you will lose almost all your friends. Considering how you and your friends treat other people, there isn’t going to be anybody lining up to be your friend. The only good that will come of it is you will scare Kary into cleaning up her act.”

I pull her in for a hug, and she whimpers, “I know. I think about it all the time. I don’t know what to do.”

I disengage to look at her and say, “You two are trying to find love through sex. They are not the same thing, even if sometimes, during sex, you feel loved. That is not how you find it.”

Kary replies, “It is hard to say no when the only love you feel is during sex.”

“I can see that. You know the boy isn’t feeling the same thing. Part of your problem is you are also hung up on your reputations. Despite what you may think, your reps are not good. The guys talk behind your back. Everything you have ever done gets talked about in the changeroom. Of course, the stories are embellished, and you are made to look sluttier than you are.”

Abi is frustrated but admits, “I know they talk about us, but what are we supposed to do?”

“You can’t continue to do the same things you have always done. Here is some advice. Many of the best relationships are ones where both people believe they don’t deserve the other. As it is now, you choose boys that feel they are better than you, so they treat you like shit. Even when you have sex with them, they take care of their needs and forget about you. What do you think would happen if you dated a boy that thought he didn’t deserve you?”

Kary answers, “He would worship the ground we walk on.”

“That is right. So then, who in the school would worship you?”

Abi answers, “The nerds, geeks and other losers.”

“I guess you know what to do.”

Abi is appalled, saying, “Our reputations would be ruined.”

“Abi, your reputation is already ruined. Yes, you would lose some friends, but they aren’t really your friends anyway. They’re the people talking behind your back. Look at what has happened every time somebody in your clique has had a problem. They lost all their friends and were bullied by the people they thought were their friends. Now, look at the so-called losers and how they have treated friends that made a mistake. Those losers have more friends than any of the so-called popular people.