Confidence
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One.
Dennis Gilbert was probably the most "sensitive," reserved soul at Brooksville High. Jenny Kennedy was about the most outgoing and brash. Who would have thought that their stories would be connected?
A sophomore, Dennis was slight and pale, one of those kids for whom the rough-and-tumble of high school was sure to be strewn with mishaps. And I just missed this one.
As I walked along the main drag of our campus I heard a thump, a few words and a burst of vulgar laughter. A few more strides and I came upon the scene: Dennis laying on his back, his books scattered, the knees of his pants scuffed and his face red.
"You OK, man?" I said, offering him a hand up, which he took.
"What happened?" I inquired, once we had recovered the spilled texts and other effects.
"Oh, the usual," said the blond-haired boy, brushing some dirt from his shirt. "Some of the local adolescent hoi polloi think that tripping me is tres amusement."
I didn't say it, but it occurred to me that using terms like "hoi polloi" and "tres amusement" -- French, right? -- were contributing to his problem. He was regarded as the sophomore class wimp. His appearance, his speech, the mystery behind why he never dressed for physical education classes all put a big metaphorical "kick me" sign on his back for those blockheads who wouldn't know a metaphor from a machine gun.
It troubled me that man -- that, is, boy -- could be so indifferent to the sufferings of his fellow man, er, boy, but I have to say that my attention was a little big distracted.
The school day was over and it was Wednesday, which meant it if it were a month later, it would have been time to meet Jenny Kennedy, the head cheerleader and a special friend of the most intimate sort. My pants always got tight just thinking about what lay ahead.
How I hooked up with Jenny, a gorgeous senior, was more than a story; it was more like a case history in psychology, maybe abnormal psychology.
Jenny, vibrant Jenny, was not only head cheerleader, she was president of the pep club, which consisted -- this year -- entirely of girls. I'm not trying to make any kind of social statement here, but the club decided that it needed some help -- preferably male -- in climbing ladders, hauling paint cans and otherwise decorating the campus for the big homecoming football game.
"You, you and you," said my basketball coach, one day at practice, pointing at me and two other poor souls. "You just volunteered to be the work detail to help out the pep club."
As conscription went, it wasn't bad duty. We got to associate -- "hang out" would be too strong a term -- with some of the minor queens and princesses of our high school while we tried our best to impress them with our sweaty masculinity. Not that it worked.
We did hang a spitload of signs and such, and Jenny -- as a reward -- offered to give us three boys a ride home in her cool convertible Mustang. By luck of the draw, the other two boys were shuttled home first.
Not a word passed between Jenny and I for the first long minute; she seemed lost in thought. I broke the silence.
"This is such a great car," I said. "Your parents must be really cool to get it for you."
Jenny sort of curled her pretty lip. "My parents are divorced. I live with my mom. My dad's a big jerk. I made him buy this for me."
"Well, he can't be that big of a jerk if he bought you such a fine automobile," I said, taking a position in which I did not really believe.
"Well, he is. Of course, he had help," she said, cryptically.
That was all the conversation until she dropped me off. "Thanks for the lift," I said. "Anytime you need help, just give me a yell."
Her face softened. "Well, thank you," she said. "Hey, I'm sorry if I've been kind of grumpy. I have a lot on my mind."
"Well, you look prettier grumpy than most girls do when they're smiling," I said, laying it on a little. "Don't forget my offer."
She nodded and put the car in gear, driving oh, about, 15 feet before braking. "What time do you get to school?" she asked, turning to me.
"Uh, I usually leave here about 7," I said. "I like to kind of clear my head in the morning and look over my homework and such when I'm fresh."
"Hmm," she said. Then "Bye" as her Mustang sped away.
"And what's on YOUR mind?" asked my Uncle Mike that evening, as I sat on my basketball in the driveway instead of tossing it at the hoop. "Gonna miracle the ball up with your ass?"
I cleared my throat, which I often did when cooking up some B.S. answer to an authority figure. Before I started my sentence, he waved me off.
"Don't try to snow me," he said, popping open a beer. "I've been bullshitted by doctors, lawyers, judges, hookers, shoe salesmen. I've been lied to by experts, me boy."
"Well," I said, "it's like this. There's this real sensitive, real smart kid at school. But the other kids treat him like a freak because he's got a big vocabulary, and he knows all about Shakespeare and Steinbeck and he doesn't play any sports or anything. He gets roughed up and pushed around a lot, and I was wondering if I should try to do anything about it."
"Oh, so now you're the new sheriff in town. You think you can go around righting all wrongs and avenging all evil," he said. taking a drink and wiping his mouth. "If you try to redress every grievance at your school you'll be at it 24 hours a day and still be backlogged."
"I guess," I admitted. 'I thought maybe there was something I could do for him. Maybe if I caught one of those jerks that bully him I could kick the jerk's ass and he'd lay off."
Uncle Mike drained the bottle and gestured with the empty. "I'm sure you could. But that'd be worse than nothing, because now he's the little faggot who needs to have some freshman do all his fighting for him."
I stood up and shrugged. "Well, then I don't know what to do," I said.
Uncle Mike was silent for a moment -- rare for him -- and then he spoke up. "Your friend, there, Mr. Gilbert. You said he was well-schooled in Shakespeare?"
I nodded.
"Well, Clark, me lad, have you ever considered the benefits of getting YOUR ass kicked?"
Two.
I bopped out of the house just as the clock showed "7:00" and began my walk to school. I was kind of pumped because Uncle Mike and I had worked out what seemed like a great scheme to strike a blow for justice on behalf of the downtrodden, i.e., Dennis Gilbert.
I hadn't gone a block when a sleek blue convertible Mustang pulled up. "Got any experience making cheerleading posters, fella?" came a voice.
It was Jenny, looking a lot happier than she had the night before.
"A little," I said. "I studied under the great Jenny Kennedy," I said, arching my eyebrows suggestively.
"Ha! You wish!" she said. "You wanna lift to school?"
A block passed. She hummed and tapped her hands on the steering wheel.
"You're in a good mood today," I said. "I'm sure it's the company."
She turned and gave me a slow smile. "You are the strangest boy. Most boys at this school think one of three things about me. They either are too scared to talk to me, or they think I'm a slut or they think I'm a frigid bitch," she said.
"Gosh," I said, "I can see why someone might be too shy to approach the head cheerleader, but those last two seem a little harsh."
She shook her head ruefully. "Actually, truth to tell, they're both right on." She looked at me. "What do you think of that?"
A beat. I looked her right in the eye, the way Uncle Mike had taught me. "I think you're the strangest girl. Most girls at this school think one of three things about boys. They're either too scared to speak honestly to them, or they think they're pigs ... or ... or ... oh, shit!" I said laughing, "I forget what the third thing was going to be."
She laughed back. You could feel the ice cracking. "Say, you wanna go for a drive before class starts?" she said. "We've got half-an-hour."
I was silent for a few blocks. It seemed like the smart thing to do. "So, you're a basketball player," she said, finally.
"Well, I'm a kid," I said, smiling. "Sometimes I play basketball, but that's not how I think of myself."
She nodded. "Yes, yes, that's how I feel, too. I'm a girl who happens to do cheerleading a few hours a week. I mean, your identity isn't defined by something you do, even something you did years ago... " she trailed off.
"Jenny," I said, "since we have been friends for, what, two days, I feel I can ask you this: what are so churned up about? And why are you so mad at your dad?"
She shook her head. Then, "Oh, what the hell. I've gotta tell somebody. For some reason ... Well, here goes..."
I listened with sober sympathy to her story. which she interrupted every minute or so with "I can't believe I'm telling you this."
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It had been a small gathering in Jinx's studio apartment. We had been sitting on Jinx's large four poster bed. When The ohers left, I stayed behind to say my goodbyes to Jinx, because this was The fist time I had met her.The four poster had been intriguing me. I had been looking at The carving at The foot , and I was intrigued."Er---ropes?" I asked.."How did you know?""The marks on The bedposts. Nice four-poster bed, by The way.""Thanks. You're pretty observant. You into bondage?"I hedged a...
We had just finished a shower together. I had washed her hair, scrubbed her face with my soapy hands and washed the rest of her with a wash rag permeated with strawberry-scented body wash. I had given her a thrill with the massaging shower head when I rinsed her between the legs, slipping a finger or two in to quickly rub over her clit. After she was clean and rinsed, I pinned her to the back wall and we had made out like a couple of sixteen year old kids. After she got out, I shaved my face...
Month Seven The house looked like any other - a modernish 80s style house. The front garden had a low hedge and a large oak tree. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe something with turrets and a moat? The witch's house in Hansel and Gretel? "Well, this is it," Bill double checked the GPS on his phone to be sure, 6 Farmdale Crescent. "Uh huh," I just looked up. It all seemed so... normal. Bill helped me out of the car and up the drive. There was a potted little bush by...
RECAP: I’m staying with my Mom’s Best friend while she’s away on vacation, and we’ve ended up in a strange sexual relationship which is in jeopardy of being exposed by her shrewish bitch of a daughter … Tina, my Arch-enemy of sorts.What in the HELL was happening to me?That question had roamed around in my head for hours after I had full...
The legend of Uvulu'ai stated the god inhabited a cave high in the mountains. It took Ramsey Lumley five days to hack through the dense jungle before he encountered the narrow opening adorned with the simple carvings of the Lu'ai tribe. His guide had abandoned him the night before, which in Lumley's experience was usually a strong indicator he wasn't far from his goal. A common misconception still held that Papua New Guinea was an island inhabited solely by savage tribes still clinging...
The first “dirty little secret” that I ever shared with my live-in boyfriend, Ray (not his real name), was a real doozie! It was about how I had lost my virginity in a very unique way, back when I was a young lady. It happened on a hot and sunny summer Sunday afternoon, when I was unexpectedly cornered in a small bathroom at a middle-aged Hispanic friend’s equally-small house, and then sexually molested–and ultimately raped–by her teenage son, Freddy, who was so...
My alarm filled my ears with the music of a radio station. I fell to the floor, my foot having caught in the comforter when I tried getting out. "I'm up!" I yelled, then blushing when I realized I was alone. I hurried to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, returning to my room to change. I grabbed my orange collared shirt and jeans I had ironed and put them on. I returned to the bathroom and put on my contacts, leaving my eyes their natural color, hazel. I put my jacket on and headed to...
Transplant by Chrissy Some of the chapters may have scenes of an adult nature and if you are offended by such things then you are advised to read no further. Part One. Blackness....... Darkness......then light so bright I see nothing else. Then Darkness once again. Murmurs.......mutterings in the dark.......wait....voices....I can make out voices. The blackness fades to grey and then I can make out shadows, no wait its people all around me. My vision is becoming...
Will Pounder is on the couch when his stepdaughter Jasmine Gomez walks in dressed in revealing clothes with no bra and no panties. He punishes his Latina stepdaughter by bending her over his knee and spanking her. Dropping Jasmine onto her knees, Will whips out his dick for his stepdaughter to suck so she can learn how sluts get treated. Once Jasmine has started seducing her stepdad with her mouth, Will can’t resist the urge to bend her over the couch and fuck her from behind even though...
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