"A virgin? The shy nerd? No, shy nerds are never virgins," he smirked. "Yes. Though two people this week have offered to relieve me of that burden."
"Really?" I laughed. "Who, and why haven’t you?"
"Well, Amanda. I turned her down because she’s my best friend’s girlfriend, and I’ve had a crush on her for while, and it’s just getting to the point where I can stop thinking of her like that. Sleeping with her would not help."
"No, it wouldn’t," she grinned. "You’re too damn noble, you know that? Who was the other one?"
"Maggie."
"Now, why’d you turn her down?"
"Well, I don’t know. You know what Maggie’s like, and Maggie’s my friend, but I want my first time to be, I don’t know, more special than that. Plus I’m not physically attracted to Maggie."
"Ah," I said.
"Now, are you a virgin by choice?" he asked.
I laughed. "I’m a virgin by lack of dates. Although, I will admit, it hasn’t interested me much in the past. I don’t get turned on much."
"Wish I had that problem," he muttered. I just giggled. "You don’t get turned on?"
"Well, I never used to," I admitted.
"You do now?"
"Uhm, well, I did this morning. A little. When you undressed me." I couldn’t look at him. "And I did again, well, when you stepped in between me and Roger."
"ExCUSE me?" He almost dropped his cone! "I can see the undressing one, but…"
"It was strange," I admitted. "You took his hands off of me and stepped in between us, and I got this little…twinge. No, I’ll be honest-it was a big twinge."
"It’s the caveman instinct," he said. I just blinked at him. "You know. Evolution. Girls have a genetic instinct to mate with the caveman who can slay the woolly mammoth. Or the football player." I giggled. "Of course, your twinge must’ve vanished in a hurry when the football player slayed me," he laughed.
"Uh, well, not exactly," I murmured. He just looked at me. I changed the subject. "Done with your cone?"
"Yup," he said.
"Good. Let’s go. Your mother’s going to freak when she sees that shiner, you know."
"Nah. At first, but then she’ll calm down when I explain what happened," he said.
We drove from Fuzzy’s to his house. My brain was in turmoil the whole time. I wasn’t lying, it was a big twinge. It was hard for me to explain. And it didn’t go away when he got flattened. It got worse. It still hadn’t gone away.
Anyway, we got to his house. His Mom met us at the door. "Oh, good, I’m glad you’re home I have to go out-DAVID! What happened to you?"
"I got in between a football player and Missy. The football player objected," he grinned.
"Oh, Jesus," she said. "Are you all right?"
"I’m fine. It looks worse than it is." He explained to her what had happened.
"David," she said, "that was very brave and noble."
"Good, maybe he’ll listen to you," I laughed. "I’ve been trying to tell him that."
"Yeah, yeah," Dave grinned.
"Anyhow, I have to go out for about an hour. You!" she said, pointing to me. "Take care of him!"
"Yes, ma’am," I grinned. She left.
We sat on the couch for a minute. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. Yup, I was still twinging. About David Shiell, of all people. Not that it did me any good, I was too sore to even do myself.
Dave had his eyes closed. He’d had a rough day. And a voice inside my head said, so what are you going to do about it? When was the last time you did something nice for someone? Look at this guy next to you. Look what he did for you. Do something for him.
I never would’ve been able to do it without the twinging. If I couldn’t use the twinging to help me, maybe I could use it to give me the nerve to help him.
I reached for the button on his pants, and undid it.
"Uh, Missy, what are you doing?" he said, his eyes opening.
"You’ve been a good boy. You deserve a reward," I giggled. I pulled his pants down a bit, and his underwear, and freed his dick. "I can’t do a thing to myself because I’m too sore, so someone ought to enjoy my twinges," I giggled. "Besides. I want to do something for you." His dick had been soft, but a few touches from me and it was getting un-soft in a hurry.
"You don’t have to do this," he maintained.
"I know. I want to." I started moving my hand up and down his now hard shaft. "Is this OK?"
"Uhm, yeah," he managed to get out. I stopped for a minute, and pushed his shirt up higher, to get it out of the way. Then, I kept going. I found myself enjoying it. I’d only done this a couple of times-and, both of those times were when I was asked to help with relief for guys in the program. That wasn’t like this, though. I was enjoying it to a degree that surprised me. Especially when Dave started moaning. I thought to myself, I am doing this to him! It was very satisfying.
I was also having big twinges. Damn my sore pussy! Ah, well. I was still enjoying myself. And Dave was really enjoying it! Oh, he was moaning and gasping and twitching and it was great! Finally, he moaned, "Oh GOD Missy!" and came all over my hand.
Dave let out a shudder, and opened his eyes, looking at me in complete astonishment. I just looked at my cum-covered hand and giggled. "Are there any kleenex around?" I asked.
"Over there," he pointed. I found them, and cleaned my hand off. Then I cleaned up the cum that had dripped on his stomach. I tossed the kleenex into the trash, walked back over to him, pulled his shirt down, and pulled up and fastened his pants. Then I giggled, and kissed him on the cheek.
He looked at me as if I were an alien being that had just beamed down into his living room. "Why on earth did you do that?" he gasped.
"I wanted to," I said. Then I looked at him. "You’re upset."
"No, I am not upset. I’m amazed. That’s the last thing I ever expected you to do."
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked sheepishly.
"A whole lot," he grinned.
"Good," I said, grinning back at him. "Look, I have to go home so my mother doesn’t freak. Are you all right?"
"Perfectly," he said.
"Want me to pick you up for school tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yes. That’d be great."
"Good," I said, and kissed him on the cheek again. "Bye." And I left.
CHAPTER TWELVE DAVEI sat there on the couch, staring into space, after she had left. I still couldn’t believe it.
And now I really didn’t know what to make of this girl. Look, what she did to me was sweet and generous. Those are not two words I would’ve used to describe Missy Jenkins before this. And add that to how passive she had been-another thing, as I’ve said, she never was-and I didn’t know what to think
It was all so very complicated.
Mom came in while I was musing. "Hi, honey. Missy leave?"
"Yeah, she had to go home so her mother didn’t freak," I replied.
Mom looked at me. "David, are you all right?"
"Now there’s a question," I chuckled. "You know, I thought I knew Missy. I thought I knew what she was about. Now I’m not so sure."
"She’s been through a lot this week. That can cause people to re-think things. What did she do?"
I blushed, but told her. "She said that I needed a reward, so she gave me a handjob."
"What?" Mom laughed.
"Yeah. She just did it. Did it well, I might add-and I don’t think she’s all that experienced in it."
"What was her attitude?" Mom asked. I looked at her. "I mean, was she grateful? Lusty? Doing it almost like it was a duty? Or what?"
I thought for a minute, and then I realized. "Affectionate. That’s the best word."
"Uh-oh, I was afraid of that," Mom said. I looked at her. "You don’t like this girl much, do you?"
"I didn’t," I admitted. "Now I don’t know. I’ve never thought of her as a nice person. She’s being nice to me. And, I mean, before the handjob. I have to tell you, when I got hit by the football goon? The look on her face-I can’t even describe it. And it’s not just because I was sticking up for her when I got hit. It went deeper than that. I mean, she looked like she had just seen her best friend get shot, or something."