Now I sat in my scratched and chipped high school desk and traced the lines of a long forgotten student's initials with my fingernail. My mind was deeply immersed in scenarios in which I would confront Dominique about her mystery man. After all, she and I had shared something. It may be our last year of high school, and even though all my friends were geeks and weirdos we were all almost adults. I should be a man and confront her. Picking at a little flake of wood coming loose around a carved J, I played the scene out in my mind.
“Oh, Matthew. I'm so sorry.” Dominique would say after I told her about seeing the graying musty old man in her place, “Please let me make it up to you. Please, I'll do anything as long as you aren't angry.” She is so concerned about losing me that she, in my fantasy, drops her skirt like shedding the petals of a flower, and reveals her smooth hips and small panty covered pussy. I can see the sweet slitted mound before it lowers over my crotch, and she throws her arms over my shoulders with a small sigh and hip teasing bounce. “Please my little Matt, please tell me what I can do to make this up to you. That old scab of a man meant nothing to me! Why was I ever so stupid? You are the only man who could mean anything to me.” Then she...
“Hey dork...HEY...COCK MUNCH!”
“Ouch!”
I feel an eraser hit my head and realize that the guy yelling insults is directing them at me. I'm pulled back to reality, and I pray for a moment that they aren't all looking at the erection straining to burst from my pants.
“What the fuck are you smiling for? No one likes you. Stop smiling.” Alex said and then turned to his friends and laughed. Alex and his friends stomped the floor as they slapped each other's backs like proud boasting apes.
“Eww! Look! He has a...you know...oh GROSS!” Sandra noticed what I had been trying desperately to hide.
I put my head back on my desk and tried to ignore them. My confidence diminished and flaccid unlike the other part of me. See, I'm not the cool kid. I'm not even the normal kid. I'm the guy that no one likes. I'm the guy that when he opens his mouth things come out that make people walk away. Why would a beautiful alternative girl everyone loves even consider me? Of course she has just been playing with me. What else would you do with a guy like me?
Self pity overwhelmed me, and I dropped my head on my desk and my dick dropped as well. In fact, I found myself thinking only of that withered old man that had probably been having sex with Dominique. The more I thought of him, the less I found the ability to get an erection. This wasn't just self pity, this was a real psychological problem!
Dominique walked into the room. She stood out from everyone. Her hair was pulled back with her trademark pink hello-kitty hair clips. It increased her Lolita desirability, despite the fact that she was of legal age, and it made her look years younger than she already did. Her schoolgirl face was painted and pierced, and the piercing on her bottom lip had been changed out to a tribal point like you would expect a hunter in the amazon to wear.
Her outfits were always extreme, and today she had gone all out. Her top was so small and tight that her breasts were perfectly accented. It made it impossible not to look at them. I couldn't help but notice the round budding nipples that I loved so dearly. Her little punk-rock skirts had become well known, and today she intentionally showcased her small blue panties with a skirt that covered absolutely none of them. The little blue panties did very little to cover her ass either, and her smooth skin peeked out as she walked around to her desk.
On anyone else it would have just looked slutty and cheap, but somehow Dominique made it look fashionable and endearing. Her slender pale legs were covered partially by ripped black leggings, and the boots she wore added at least four inches to her already short height. She looked like a little punk fairy.
She sat down in the seat next to me as she always did, and I waited for her to say hello – she never did. She talked with other kids and laughed when they joked, but she didn't say anything to me.
Finally I got so angry I blurted out, “I don't want to talk to you!”
She looked over at me with an expression of cold indifference like I had never seen and simply said, “Ok.”
The rest of class I fumed, and pouted, and could only think of that old guy in her room. When I looked over and saw flashes of blue panty between Dominique's legs doing nothing to hide the insanely small and beautiful camel-toe there, I still couldn't get hard because I could only think of that old man touching her. Even though her slit pouted clearly like a warm wrapped dessert, and it should have made me so hard that I was ready to cum, I could only think of that wretched stuff-shirt with his mouth on her. I shook my head to try to get the thoughts away, but the jealousy raged in me.
Class ended and Dominique left without even a backward glance! I was sweating. Was I about to loose Dominique forever? I ran after her with the intention of apologizing. After all, who was I to get angry at her? What was I thinking? I mean she was one of the most beautiful girls in the school and guys were dying to date her, and I had done things with her that none of them would dream. I was so stupid. I jumped out of my seat and ran to the hallway. I stopped in the doorway but couldn't see her.
“Dumb ass. Don't stand there with your jaw hanging open. You look like someone took your girly mags away.” Nicole said and punched me.
I ignored Nicole and tried to find Dominique, but I had lost her in the flood of students jostling around in the hallway.
Nicole moved in front of my line of sight and yelled, “Geek. I'm talking to you. Don't just ignore me!”
“Hi Nicole.” I said.
“Hi Nicole.” She mimicked, “What are you doing anyway?”
“Nothing, I guess.” I said.
Nicole scanned the already emptying hallway and then turned back to me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the auditorium. We entered darkness that smelled like an old attic. She pushed back the curtain that covered the edge of the stage, and, after we were inside, she flicked on a light. Nicole seemed to know this place well. I had seen plenty of the jock guys coming out of here in the past.
Nicole was a cheerleader sort and usually tormented people like me, but somehow she had ended up hanging with us and getting interested in me. I had no idea how it had happened. It was like Darth Vader suddenly became a good guy and wanted to hang with Luke and Han Solo and the gang. She pulled me up a small stretch of stairs I had never known existed, and I saw her skirt was short and allowed me to see her ass clearly. Her small panties were pale yellow and the swell of her pussy made it hard to look away.
She entered a room at the top of the stairs and turned back to me, “Close the door behind you.” she said.
I closed it. I was about to ask Nicole what we were doing when she grabbed me and pulled me to her. She closed her mouth over mine, and I went rigid. Her hand went down to my crotch, and gripped my surprised and amazingly still flaccid cock. She was expert at stroking a cock and she worked mine in ways I never could have imagined but I barely stirred. I barely grew! What was wrong with me?
“I want to give you my panties after we fuck.” She said.
Most guys would be happy in this situation, but all I could think about was Dominique and how she must hate me. I still had flashes of that old man touching her. How much more would she hate me if I lost my virginity to Nicole? Not only that, why in the world did Nicole want me so badly? She was the cheerleader that made out with all the jocks! She was the girl that only recently was sucking a guy's cock in our clubhouse. Now she wanted me to fuck her?
She was already bending over and pulling up her skirt. She was flexible, I'll give her that. She bent down and grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs. Then she did something I didn't even know was possible in that position, she rolled her ample ass forward and back. This blonde nymph looked like she was fucking some imaginary cock. Any sane guy would have been hard as a rock but I just stood there, flaccid and confused.
“You just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?” She asked and moved her hands up her legs in another display of flexibility and balance only a cheerleader could accomplish.
She was inviting me to fuck her. Nicole, of all people, was pulling her panties to the side and showing me her glistening pussy, and inviting me to fuck her. I should have been excited, I should have been ready to bust my nuts right there, but I couldn't even get hard.
“Come on. I know you are a virgin. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. You'll never regret it. I don't care if you don't last long, I just want you to cum inside me. I'll give you my panties. Don't you dorks live for that shit or something? Damn it, we are running out of time. Pull down your pants you little geek!” Nicole commanded.
“Nicole, I just don't...”
“Oh Jesus!” Nicole said, and without warning she pulled my pants down around my knees!
They were still buttoned up. I almost fell on top of her. Nicole was strong! My underwear came half way down with my pants, and before I could protest Nicole put my limp cock into her mouth and sucked. I stirred a little. Her mouth was warm, and her tongue rolled around my barely stirring cock. Nicole even pulled her huge breasts out of her top and rubbed them while she sucked me, and still I remained only half erect. My thoughts just weren't on Nicole. She was everything Dominique wasn't.
“Ok, he is getting there. Come on. I really need some cock today. I'm already wet.” Nicole said, and she turned around and backed into me.
The whole thing was a little too animal planet for me. My cock drifted down as I thought about Dominique. Even when Nicole's wet pussy, and she was really wet, pressed against my cock I didn't stir. She moved her hips around in ways that reminded me of music video girls with big round asses shaking up and down making their butt cheeks jiggle. Nicole was working her ass and grinding her wetness all over my limp cock. But I still couldn't stir.
“I can't.” I said. I didn't want Nicole mad at me too. One girl mad was enough. I said, “It isn't you. I just can't right now. I mean, I've been stressed and...”
“You can't get it up?” She asked.
I stood there ashamed and flaccid in spirit and body. I was so ashamed. Nicole stood with her breasts exposed and her hands on her hips and stared at my lifeless cock.
“Really? Like you can't get up at all? When did this start? I mean you walk around with a constant hard-on. You are always hard. I mean always! I don't think I've ever seen you without a bulge in your pants.”
“Hey, I don't always have a...”
“God, all you dorks have hard-ons constantly. I thought for sure a dumb-ass virgin like you would be dying to fuck. This is like a real medical problem or something huh?”
“Yeah, I think so.” I said and hung my head.
“Hmm. Well, I have to go. You should go see the school nurse or something. Sorry geek, you lost your chance to get laid.” and with that Nicole redressed, and left me standing half naked and alone in the auditorium storage room.
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Later, at the clubhouse with the guys, I tried to confide in my friends what was going on. It wasn't really a clubhouse like for kids, it was our group and we had taken over this old abandoned house. Our club consisted of a bunch of guys my age. They were freaks and oddballs, like me. Before Nicole and Dominique came in our lives, we spent most of our time surfing porn on the internet, playing video games, and talking about anything occult and supernatural. Now that the girls were in our lives we spent our time going out and doing things, in other words, actually being productive. So it wasn't really much surprise that the guys were mad at me for pissing off the girls.
“What the fuck did you say to them?” Steve asked.
“I didn't really...well it isn't so much that...”
“Then what is it? Why is Nicole made at you?” Gayland asked.
“Well...I seem to have a problem getting it up.” I said.
“WHAT!” All the guys said in unison.
“What are you masturbators talking about?” Nicole said as she walked into the room.
Behind her came Dominique.
