Kimmie's Strange Request
Note - Illustrated version available on request
Donnie was shaking the last droplets of water from his goggles before putting them away until the next practice. The shouts of various coaches and smattering of a few friendly students, mainly short-skirted, or yoga panted sorority girls taking pictures of the school's Speedo clad men, were scattered about the roughly 2000 seats reverberating off the high walls and ceiling of the spacious natatorium.
He and Dolph had just come from the practice pool, having showered and dressed for their usual meal, pizza at a nearby pizzeria, when Kimmie Thomas, a sophomore diver, intercepted them and asked if she could speak to Donnie privately.
Kimmie was a member of the diving team; a flat-chested, short-haired redhead with a very nice ass, but a face that unfortunately only a mother could love--or so Donnie thought at first. Donnie glanced at Dolph, who raised his eyebrows quizzically, and asked him to excuse them for a moment, and took Kimmie to a couple seats offering them a semblance of privacy from the few people in the vicinity.
Kimmie's problem was acne and freckles, and she had her own ideas about how he could help the acne problem. It took her three attempts to get the problem and her perceived solution out. Donnie being a gentleman listened to her request without laughing.
Once Kimmie was certain she had his attention and was out of earshot from Dolph, she whispered, "Um, this is kind of embarrassing." she said. Donnie nodded back at her trying to appear sagely, as a professor he had was wont to do when listening to a student.
"I--um, have this facial thing going on..."
She meant the red blotches that seemed everywhere; her face, neck and shoulders. He had already noticed several boil -like pustules on her back while she was coming out of the pool after a dive, and admittedly felt some sympathy for her plight.
"Yes?" Donnie said, hoping to draw additional information out of her.
"I feel so stupid asking you ..."
"You've already stopped me. So stupid or not, and I won't think less of you if it really is dumb," Donnie said. What he meant and what she thought he meant were two distinctly different things. Donnie meant it wouldn't matter as he thought next to nothing about her already. She took it to mean that he was there for her regardless of how stupid her request might be.
"Yes...well... you have a kind of reputation..."
"I do? Is that good or bad?" he asked with a smile.
"Um, a reputation with the girls..."
Girls ... what girl's? They may have seen me with Nikita, he thought, but that alone wasn't cause to give one a reputation ... was it?
Donnie wanted to laugh out loud, but couldn't, for it would hurt her in more ways than one, and he had no intention of hurting her as she'd done nothing to him but ask for help.
Kimmie was still prattling on. "Mostly good ... what I mean is all the girls think you're hot, you know? " She said with a rush. When Donnie didn't say anything, she added, "Um, all the girls on the swimming and diving teams can't stop talking about you."
This meant that Darci and Olivia had been talking out of school. Mentally kicking himself, Donnie thought, I should have known better, after all I practice with them almost daily, and girls do talk, especially about sex.
The question now was this good or bad news? He realized he had to listen carefully to what Kimmie had to say, and did.
"I'm flattered, Kimmie, but I have no idea where you're going with this."
Kimmie looked flustered. "I don't know how to say it..."
"Spit it out and we can take it from there, Kimmie."
"Okay, okay! First off, I'm a virgin, and to tell the truth I'm scared shitless of you and your reputation. But--but I'm desperate so I'm gonna ask you ..."
Once again, Kimmie appeared to have run out of words. Suddenly she took a deep breath and allowed her desperate situation push out her plight.
"I--I've led a very sheltered life. And--and when I showed early promise as a diver my parents practically smothered me with attention; so much so that I didn't date--not at all. You may not believe it but ... I'm a virgin. And--and I want to stay one until my wedding night. I've only kissed one guy ...Georgie Taylor when playing Post Office in High School."
"No intimacies at all?" Donnie asked somewhat incredulously.
"Umm, there was that one sleepover with the girls that included some hanky-panky with one of them, but I'm not gonna say anymore about that. I still can't believe we did what we did."
Wondering if she wanted him to take her virginity, Donnie decided to help her. "Kimmie ... I appreciate you're telling me all this, but what is it you want to ask of me?"
Kimmie had an extremely pained expression on her face, and knowing it was difficult for her to say, Donnie steeled himself against laughing at her request, however silly it might be.
"Would--would you please ... cum on my face!"
"What?" Donnie said in a low, but firm voice, not wanting Dolph or the entire campus to hear him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for asking you, but--but It's--it's for my facial problem--you know blemishes and the like."
There it was out in the open, and he had no idea how to respond to her. Donnie took a long moment to formulate his next words.
Her eyes were wide and filled with fear.
"Who told you that?" Donnie asked with a straight face.
"Cissy and Mary-Jo swear its true! Mary-Jo says it helped her and she has the smoothest facial skin ever!"
"And you want me to give you some of mine?"
"Yes!" Kimmie was the kind of girl who ended almost every sentence with an exclamation point.
"I've never had anyone ask me this before, Kimmie ..."
Kimmie interrupted him. She had a prepared speech and went right into it. "I now have it on good authority that a man's sperm will alleviate those acids that cause acne. That enough sperm rubbed into a girl's face will give her skin as smooth as a baby's..."
She left off at that point.
"Would Mary-Jo be that authority?"
"Yes and no. They showed me an article from Cosmo that validated everything they'd told me!"
Donnie concluded that her so-called friends had read the article and planed the prank accordingly. He decided to help her as much as possible, if for no other reason than to make Mary-Jo and Cissy feel foolish.
"Let me get this right, Kimmie. You are a virgin."
Her head nodded vigorously.
"You want to remain so, but you do want me to ejaculate on you?"
"Yes--yes, on my face!"
"On your face," he repeated, sounding dubious.
She continued nodding.
"How would you want this to happen?" It seemed the appropriate question, and her answer caught him off guard.
"I can blow you, or maybe a handjob ... just so you cum on my face."
"When?"
"As soon as possible."
"And if it doesn't do the job you think it will?"
"I don't know...I might kill myself," Kimmie said morosely.
"No, no! We don't want that! We don't even want to think about that. Are we in agreement on that, Kimmie?"
"I guess...I'm only twenty. I have a life to live, with or without the blemishes."
"All right, we can do it now, or as soon as possible. Let me tell Dolph that I'll meet him later, and we'll go to my place."
A frightened look crossed her face. Donnie wondered had the mention of 'my place' caused it?
He hastened to assure her there was nothing to fear about his place, that it would afford them the privacy needed to accomplish their objective and then make them presentable to the outside world.
"Oh," she said, "when you put it that way it sounds reasonable. It's just that I've never been to a guy's place before."
