Let me start off this story by saying that I am by no means any kind of stud. Frankly, I'm at the opposite end of the spectrum, a nerd. Remember that nerd movie a few decades ago? Yep, that's me, more interested in computers and grades then being humiliated by the girls at my high school. I'm barely five foot seven, with average features. Oh sure, I'm very interested in the opposite sex, but none of them seem to reciprocate the attention.
I had just turned 18, my senior year, and I was in the school library studying when I heard someone sit down across from me. I looked up to see the head cheerleader Jennifer sitting there. My mouth went dry as I looked at one of the prettiest girls in my high school sitting less than three feet away from me. She was blonde, blue eyes, a trim hourglass figure, and the object of more than one randy story. Rumor was that she had gone down on half the football team, and her 'rewards' for good play on the field were much speculated about. I didn't say a word, since I had no idea why she was sitting there.
"Hello, Gerald." I nodded dumbly. "Listen, I need some help with my science project. Would you be willing to help me out?"
I nodded, barely squeaking out the words, "Okay."
"Great! Come to my house Saturday night. Here's the address." She pushed a slip of paper across the table at me. "Be there about 7PM, okay? Thanks! Bye!"
She got up and walked away. I stared after her, wondering why a beautiful girl like Jennifer would want me to help her out when there were other students that would be beating down her door to do so. Of course within the hour I was fantasizing that this was a coded way for her to tell me that she liked me, and that maybe there would even be a date or more involved. Maybe this was like one of those sappy novels where the frog would get the princess!
On Saturday I got all dressed up and my mother drove me over there. Yes, I know how that sounds, but that was the deal. My father had run out on us years ago, and there was no way my mother could afford to put me on her insurance. We barely made ends meet with the job she did have, and only the fact that I had a full scholarship waiting for me at college was allowing me to go.
I got to Jennifer's house on time and there was a note on the front door telling me to go around back. I walked around back to see a nice patio with wrought iron furniture, with a spreading oak tree casting a deep shadow in the center of the yard. The yard was dark, with the outdoor lights off. Jennifer was under the oak tree, and when she saw me waved me over.
Just as I got under the tree, I felt this liquid cascade over me, then something else drop on top of me. The outdoor lights flashed on, and I looked down to find myself covered in chocolate syrup and feathers! I looked up to see the cheerleaders, sitting up in the tree branches laughing at me, and then I heard in front of me Jennifer say, "April Fools!" I had totally forgotten it was April Fool's Day!
There was a tradition at my school that a random senior would be publicly humiliated each April 1'st. There was no real reason for it, it was just one of those stupid senior traditions like senior skip day or skinny dipping in some public place or an annual beer bust on a river somewhere. Naturally I had heard about it, but I was obviously never part of it. My normal social isolation would make sure of that.
A flash went off, and I knew that my humiliation would soon be on social media for the whole school to see. The girls were starting to drop out of the tree now, and various jokes and insults being flung my way, when I suddenly heard a female yell, "What in the hell is going on here!"
I heard Jennifer call, "Oh, shit! It's my Mom and she's pissed! Let's get out of here!" Girls were racing for the back fence and soon they were gone, leaving me dripping syrup and surrounded by feathers.
I turned to see Jennifer's mom walking over to me, high heels clicking against the patio stones. She was beautiful! She had curly brunette hair, pearl earrings and a pearl necklace above a blue dress. Her dress was cinched around the waist by a thin white belt with gold buckle, ending a few inches above the knees. Her perfect legs were encased in nylons, and were accented by the three inch stiletto heels she wore. She was only a few inches taller than me, and what looked like an impressive décolletage strained against the V-shaped top of the dress, and her hips were nicely accented. Her makeup was perfect as well, her mouth open in an 'O' as she hurried over.
"Oh my God, what happened!? Did my daughter do this to you?"
"Her and her friends, Ma'am. I guess they picked me for the traditional April Fool's Day prank." Unlike girls my own age, I never had had a problem dealing with adults, even beautiful adult women such as this one. I guess I had never thought of them as being on the same level as me.
"Well, they are going to pay dearly for this!" I could hear the anger in her voice.
"Please don't, Mrs. Owens. It'll only make my life worse. She can come up with a dozen different ways to pay me back at school."
She looked at me in sympathy. "I know. I guess, despite all the warnings about bullying, high school hasn't changed all that much since I went. What's your name? I know I've seen you at the school before."
"Gerald."
"Okay, Gerald, let's at least get you inside and cleaned up." She walked me across to the house to a closed door, asked me to wait, went inside and within a minute opened the door that led into the mudroom. "Come inside and strip off. I'll get a towel and you can use the guest bathroom to shower."
"Thank you, Mrs. Owens."
I carefully took the clothes off, putting them into the mud sink. I had just taken off my underwear when Mrs. Owens came in, "Here's your towel... - oh, my." I flushed with embarrassment and tried to cover up my penis, which really didn't help, and I noticed Mrs. Owens eyes were riveted on it. While I may be a nerd without experience, that doesn't mean I don't have a suitable set of equipment for when the time did come, and it was obvious by the look in her eyes that she was rather impressed with what she saw. She flushed herself a little, then dropped the towel on the floor and abruptly went out without saying anything else, and I picked it up and put it around myself.
The next moment she knocked, and after I told her to come in, she came in and looked at me with a strange expression on her face. "Why would Jennifer choose you to play a prank on, Gerald?"
"I've always been picked on and teased, Mrs. Owens. Most people think I'm a nerd."
"You don't even have a girlfriend?"
