Chapter 1

This story takes place in the mid-1990’s. That may not seem important right now, but it will.

The Losers ... that’s us: me (June Talbot), my girlfriends, and my brother. You know how every high school has groups? Sure you do ... you’ve seen Mean Girls. Well, most people think that the nerds or the goths are the lowest of the low, but no ... we Losers weren’t gorgeously sexy, or smart, or even stylishly dark. We were what was left over once you took away all those natural groupings. We were awkward, weirdly shaped, and kinda dumb.

Roll call!

My oldest friend is Sue Liu, affectionately called Sulu, even though she’s Chinese instead of Japanese like the helmsman of the Enterprise. She’s cute, has a naturally fit body because she takes gymnastics, but is flat as a board.

Bella Smith is tall ... like, taller than my Dad. I met her through Sue because they both took gymnastics, though once Bella had her big growth spurt a couple years ago she stopped going. She has long red hair and pale skin, but even though she’s pretty, guys don’t seem to like that she towers over them.

Larissa Paul is the latest addition to our group, joining at the start of the last school year. She’s Native American, with straight dark shoulder-length hair. Not very pretty because of her acne, but holy hell, she has huge bazongas on a body that’s only a little taller than Sue’s.

My twin brother Roscoe and I are very similar, naturally: both with brown hair, about middling for height and build, though recently my ass has started to fill out. My brother has started to fill out as well, mostly in the chest, which brings me to the start of my story...

Oh, I also gotta do the legal thing: we all just turned 18 not long ago.

“Hey, June...”

I turned to see one of the popular ‘barbies’ approaching during lunch at school ... you know them: bubble-bodied blonde bimbos? I didn’t even know her name, and was surprised she knew mine.

“So, yeah...” she stopped and asked between chews of her gum, “is your brother seeing anyone?”

“Roscoe?”

“Yeah, your brother.” She rolled her eyes.

Stupid bitch. Not only was I annoyed by her attitude, but I realized that I was feeling kinda proprietary about Roscoe. By that, I mean that he was just part of my ‘posse’, y’know? I realized that if he started dating, bitches like this one would be coming around to our house and messing up our group’s vibe. That’s why I said what I said next: “Yeah.”

The barbie paused. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She gave me some side-eye. “Oh, okay.” Then she sauntered away.

Once my girlfriends arrived at my table, I pulled them into a pow-wow. Oh, shit, I can’t say that because Larissa’s Native American, right? Um, I mean we put our heads together. I explained about the barbie, and that one of our group should become Roscoe’s girlfriend, since I already said he had one.

“Really?” Larissa asked. I could tell that the voluptuous girl was thinking about it. We got Roscoe to give us all neck and shoulder rubs so we could relax after school and on the weekends, and he had gotten pretty good at it over the last couple years. I was pretty sure all three of them liked him.

“You think he’d go for it?” Sue asked.

I nodded. I’d seen the bulge in his pants when my friends would sigh during their massages, plus when they massaged him back.

“Which of us?” Bella asked. She seemed intrigued.

I was pretty sure that they had all noticed Roscoe’s recent growth spurt, and his acne was almost cleared up, unlike Larissa’s. They were on board. I couldn’t answer Bella’s question, though: who would become his girlfriend?

After school, I called Roscoe into my room. He cracked his knuckles, looking at the flawed but attractive women around him. “Who’s first?”

“Actually, have a seat, Ros,” I directed him, “we wanna talk to you about something.”

He sat and looked at us.

Sue spoke up, “Actually, can he rub me while we talk?” Then the short girl sat on the bed, her back to him.

Roscoe dutifully turned and began rubbing her shoulders, though he made sure to keep his attention on all of us while he made Sulu sigh. I could see his member starting to make that familiar lump in his jeans.

We watched him use his magic hands for a bit, and then...

“You should go out with us,” Bella blurted out.

“Go out? Where?” He moved his hands to Sue’s neck and her head hung limply as a little drool escaped her mouth.

“Like a date,” Larissa said, finally contributing to the conversation.

Roscoe moved his fingers down Sue’s spinal column, his dextrous digits removing the day’s stress from her body. “Durr...” she moaned.

He still looked confused. “With all of you?”

“One of us,” I replied, then quickly amended, “Uh, them.”

He switched to light karate chopping along Sue’s back, making her continuous moan turn into a reverberating, “Hwabababababah...”

He glanced at each of us in turn. “So, I have to choose one of you to date?”

Not me, you idiot, I thought as his eyes locked with mine. “Yeah ... surely you have a preference?” I asked him.

He finished up by rubbing his hands all along Sue’s back, and then she flopped to the side, lost in blissful bonelessness. “I never really thought about it ... and don’t call me Shirley.” He winked at me.

Ugh ... why did Dad ever rent that movie? “Well, what do you like about us ... uh, them?”

He sat back on his elbows, and I could see his penis tenting out his pants. He definitely liked Sue, or at least touching her body and hearing her moan. “You’re all so different. I’m not going to compare you. Why do I have to choose, all of a sudden?”

I couldn’t let him know that a barbie had been sniffing around, or else he’d be out of our group and joining the popular plastic people in a second! “Pow-wow?” I beckoned to the girls so they’d follow me into the hallway.

“Oh, wow, June,” Larissa commented, crossing her arms under her prodigious chest.

“Ack! I’m sorry! I mean group meeting!”

The girls followed me into the hallway and we closed the door so that Roscoe couldn’t hear. After a suggestion from Sue, and a, “WHAT!?” from Bella, followed by some more discussion, we filed back into my room.

Roscoe was laying back on the bed now, regarding us with confused interest.

Sue spoke up, since it was her idea. “We’ll do sexy stuff with you if you’re our boyfriend.”

He sat up. “Sexy stuff? Like what?”

“Like...” Sue started to say, but stopped. “Um...”

None of us had ever had a boyfriend, let alone done sexy stuff with him. We had no idea.

Bella spoke up, “Well, that’s what you’ll find out. When you have a girlfriend, you start with kissing, and then move on to ... other stuff, like...” She looked over at us for help.

Larissa added, “ ... touching boobs?”