It was 1976 and high school sucked. Well, it seemed like it anyway. For a large majority of kids high school is a hotbed of intimidation, awkwardness and what they call today bullying. Back in the day...back when I was in high school, what was normal antics of the jocks toward those of us that were in the lower pecking orders, wouldn't be tolerated today. But back then, thirty years ago, it was a very different environment.
I was, by definition, a 98 pound weakling. That being, I was nearly six foot tall, weighed only a fraction over a hundred pounds dripping wet, and was what they kids today consider a geek. Back then we called them nerds. Smart, but not overly athletic. I also had the additional problem of a rather sharp wit, which unfortunately meant that my mouth wrote checks my body was unable to cash.
Another thing that was common was gym class. Today they call it all kinds of things, like Physical Education. But back then we called it gym and it was required all four years. I guess they thought that physical development was as important as mental development. Gym classes also REQUIRED that you shower after gym before going to your next class. That in itself isn't a particular bad thing. Unfortunately, someone thought that it was a really good thing to have all gym classes coed. Great idea, until hormone driven young men have to strip and go into a shower. Through most of my incarceration in high school I had a nick name. "Pole." I could laugh it off a little that it was because I was tall and skinny, but the real reason was because one of the jocks decided that it would be funny to make fun of the fact that I not only seemed to always have a hard-on after running around with the girls and watching their bouncing tits, but that the size of my equipment was disproportionately large.
I had a few girl friends over my high school years, but none of them what anyone would call particularly good looking. Amy was my favorite, a bit chunky but she had a wonderful personality, was fun to be around and yeah, we both experimented with each other a bit, doing a bit of touching and even trying some oral sex. We were still both virgins though when our senior year started.
Two things happened the beginning of my senior year that changed my world. The first was that the track coach saw the aftermath of one of my smart remarks, that being me easily out running three of the star football players, easily vaulting over a four foot fence without even slowing down. The result of that particular incident had me called to the principal's office, not to be in trouble for a change, but for the track coach to recruit me. Suddenly I went from nerd to one of the stars on the track team. I was a JOCK!
Of course the second result of that incident was less fun, at least for me. The three football players I had insulted didn't take it nearly as well as the coach, and in the middle of gym class, I ended up held by two while the third pulled my shorts down. Anger would be the least of my emotions at that moment. We had been playing dodge ball, guys against girls. Needless to say, watching the girls on the other side of the court, bend half way over while bouncing and jumping to avoid the balls had my cock in its normal state of arousal...hard as a freaking rock! If they'd just pulled my shorts down I would have been okay. But no. These three were dead set on teaching me a lesson. They pulled everything down, leaving my boner completely exposed to the entire female portion of the class, leaving me restrained for several long seconds with my shorts and briefs down around my ankles while the guys laughed and the girls stared.
In the end, it turned out that they did me a favor, though I didn't think so at the time.
Trina Anison was the first. By that I mean she was the first of the "popular" girls to show me something other than contempt. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she asked me if I wanted to come over and help her with her physics homework. She was dating one of the football players, and made it clear that she wanted to keep this under the table, but she would really appreciate the help. While it could never be considered a date, we did set up Saturday afternoon.
Saturday came and I showed up at Trina's house as expected at two sharp. Trina came to the door in a pleated mini-skirt and a loose tank top style shirt that was some kind of satin like material of the same pale green color as the skirt. She cheerfully let me in and led me to her bedroom for our "study" session. Now I'd been in girls' rooms before, well my sister's and Amy's anyway, but Trina's was a very girly girl' room. Frilly pink bend covers, a four-poster bed with a frilly pink canopy, little knickknacks and assortments of perfumes and make-up arrayed on all the dresser tops. Of course no dirty clothes lying around like in my room, except for one notable exception, one pair of tiny pink underwear lying on the floor right next to her bed.
There was no way I wasn't going to see them lying there, just like there was no way I was going to not notice as she lay down on the bed that she didn't have any underwear on. She flopped onto the bed, facing away from me, her legs sticking out toward me, her feet about a two feet apart for a few moments before she half rolled on her side, cocking one leg slightly while she patted the bed next to her. I almost didn't hear her invitation to lie on the bed next to her I was so busy staring at her completely bare pussy. She seemed completely un-phased by my standing and staring at her pussy, patiently waiting for me to realize she was inviting me onto her bed.
By the time I was on her bed next to her my cock felt like an iron rod, and nothing I was doing was making it get any less obvious in my jeans. She smiled and waited for me to join her on the bed, acting as if nothing in the world were out of the ordinary.
I lay down on my stomach next to her and she opened her physics book to the homework assignment and coaxed me closer to her so that I could read the problem with her. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't concentrate on physics because of her hip and leg pressing against mine. I did my best to explain what the problem was asking, and then she pulled her notebook in front of her and started working on the problem. It took several long seconds before I realized that the neckline of the tank top and the arm holes were much much larger than required and she was quite definitely NOT wearing a bra of any kind. From my position I could easily see more than half of her left breast as I looked down the top and in the arm hole, making my already incredibly hard dick try to get even harder.
Now being a nerd assumes some level of intelligence, but I had to admit that the hormones racing through my body were slowing my normal thought processes, and it took long seconds before I realized that when she moved her hand to scratch an itch on her chest, and her whole left breast was exposed out the side of the oversized arm hole, that her move was calculated and intentional. Once I made that leap of realization, I stopped trying to avoid her touch and actually rolled onto my side, facing her, leaving one of my hands to prop up my head and the other free to do other things.
I was more than a little nervous. I expected to get slapped at any second, but I did it just the same. I moved my hand from where it rested on my own leg to resting on her mini-skirt covered ass. To my surprise I didn't get a slap at all. I did my best to concentrate on two things at once, the firmness of her ass and what she was saying about how she was working out the physics problem. The longer I lay there without getting slapped the braver I became, stroking her ass through the skirt material and then finally letting my fingers slip far enough down to stroke the bare skin of her firm ass cheeks.
My mind was completely lost at that moment to what she was saying, my fingers stroking the soft creamy skin of her cheek, letting my fingers push down her thigh and drawing up again along her crack.
"That's nice. Keep it gentle like that." She said as she pulled the book back toward her to read the next problem.
I almost missed the comment, but my hormone addled brain finally registered her approval of my actions. She read the problem and started sketching the problem out, spreading her legs farther apart so my fingers could actually stroke on her pussy. Now I knew what a pussy was. I'd jacked off to enough playboy pictures. Amy and I had also spent some time in close proximity, touching and even licking each other's private parts. But Trina's looked and felt a lot different than Amy's and, well, she was also a very HOT looking girl.
I continued to stroke my hands up her thigh, across her wet pussy lips, up her crack and across her ass cheek, working my fingertips in a long oval, my hand pushing the material of her skirt up each time I stroked up her ass. "There's a zipper there." She said softly, setting the pencil aside and just lying there. "If you pull it down you can take the skirt all the way off."
"You want me to take your skirt off?" I asked, clearly shocked. I mean I was playing with her ass and pussy, but somehow it just hadn't occurred to me that she wanted more.
