Chapter 2: Keeping Things Under Wraps
I got to school about twenty minutes later and I definitely felt strange. It seemed like no matter how I moved I could feel it touching me. Worse, I felt like everyone who looked at me could tell that there was something wrong with me. Of course that was crazy. People came up and said hello to me just like normal and no one stared at me in any way that was out of the ordinary.
When you get to my school, they don’t let you just walk over to your first class, especially for people like me who get there like twenty minutes before class. Instead, they let you go to your locker and then you have to go to the cafeteria and sit with your friends while you wait for them to open up the doors to the rest of the school so you can go to class. I walked really, really slowly to my locker. I didn’t even know if I would be able to talk to my friends. I just didn’t feel like I was me right then.
I put my backpack in the locker and then looked at the clock. There were still ten minutes to go. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Lucy Turner. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad and the most beautiful girl that I had ever met. We were friendly with one another, mostly because we had been on the squad together for years (She was also a senior and like me she was 18). She was so elegant and effortless cool. We were friendly with one another, but in my heart I really wanted us to be close friends.
Like I said, she was gorgeous. She was a little bit taller than me at 5’6 and she was thin at 115lbs. She had this amazing, long, dark red hair with blondish highlights. Her skin was flawlessly white (not a single freckle, which is odd of a natural redhead). She had gorgeous, huge round blue eyes and a severe, sexy face. Her body was slim and she had small, 32-B breasts and a flat stomach. She had a super models build with slightly flared hips and a long legs. In short, she was the prettiest girl in school.
“Hey Mina, what’s up? Why aren’t you at the table? I never beat you there,” she said smiling a thousand watt smile. For a second my mind went completely blank and I could tell my mouth was open. She giggled, “Everything cool?” I felt like such a doofus.
“Oh jeez. Sorry I was just sort of in my own world there,” I said, trying too hard to match her giggled, “No. Umm. I was just running a little late today,” I explained.
“That’s an acceptable excuse,” she said, indicating towards the cafeteria, “Shall we walk?”
“Ok,” I said. Trying to sound calm.
“So the school year is winding down,” she said, her hands crossed in front of her chest, clutching a binder and walking. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt and a skin tight pair of cloth shorts that accentuated her stunning ass.
“I guess so,” I said. I kept trying to think of more things to say, to seem natural but my entire game was off today. I just felt like she knew that there was something wrong with me.
“Well,” she said, not noticing my twitchiness, “We are going to need a new captain when I graduate this year. It is a tradition for the old captain to pick a new captain,” she explained. I was barely listening.
“Uh-huh,” I said.
“There is a lot of pressure on me to pick a junior. Usually we pick rising seniors. But I think it is more important to pick the right person. You know? Like, I am not just going to pick Julie because she is popular. She doesn’t even show up everyday,” She explained.
“No,” I said. We were in the cafeteria now.
“So I want to pick Beth. But I know that no on else is going to support me. I need you to have my back on this. I would really appreciate it. If you can help me with that, I still have to pick an assistant captain for this year, and I have been thinking about you” she explained and suddenly it hit me. What she was saying. I had imagined this happening a thousand times in my mind and now it was happening and I was too worried about my… dick to enjoy it, “Would you like to do it?”
“Umm…” I said, unable to speak. What an unbelievably strange day.
“If you don’t want to…”
“NO!” I said, getting it together, “I definitely want to. I have wanted to do this forever. I just find the words. I am so happy. I want it. Please let me have it. I will back you up on anything you need” I said. I was a little too strong, but she took it in stride.
“Okay, I am going to make the announcement this afternoon,” she said and put her arm around me and gave me a little hug. We were standing at our table now. All of the other cheerleaders and their boyfriends were sitting at the table talking.
“Hey guys,” I said, and then sat down quietly.
“Why are you late babe? Everything okay,” Chad asked. He was my new boyfriend. We had just starting dating about a month ago. Things were going really well. He was sweet and kind and handsome. He was perfect. But looking at him now, I could sense how disgusted he would be by me if he knew about my problem. I knew he wouldn’t understand. I gave the revulsion he would have for me if he knew right back at him.
“Chad,” I said angrily, “Don’t worry about it okay?”
“Hey I told you, I would pick you up but I can’t. You live on the other side of the county. We’d both be late everyday,” he said. Good, he thought I was angry again about a fight we’d had two weeks ago.
“Listen I don’t want to fight,” I said, then I turned and started talking to one of the other girls. He rolled his eyes and went back to his friends. I tried to just talk to them, but mostly I just listened to everyone talking and zoned out. Finally, the bell rang and it was time for first class.
The entire first period was just a blur. I sat in my normal seat. Second row from the back, right next to the window. I just found myself staring out the window, looking at a tree and trying to ignore the world. I think my teacher called on me once and I vaguely remember speaking. She didn’t seem offended by the answer, so it must have been good. By the end of the period, I found that I was starting to think more and more about the thing between my legs. I was trying to remember exactly what it looked like. I was trying to remember if it was huge or not. I could feel it there, vaguely. But I was too nervous about it to touch it. I went to second class, but the thoughts just started getting more and more persistent. Soon the wall I had been trying to build all morning collapsed and it was absolutely all I could think about.
“Ms. Hayes,” Mr. Johnson said, “In what year was the Magna Carta signed?”
“1215,” I said, then quickly followed it with, “May I please go to the bathroom?”
“Good answer. Of course you can go,” he said. I was up like a shot and out of the room. I tried not to go too fast, I didn’t want anyone to think anything was wrong. I made it to the bathroom and quickly climbed into one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet. I didn’t really have any idea what I wanted to do and for a moment I just sat there, looking at my feet. Finally, I decided I would take off my skirt and panties and hang them on the door. I needed to have a look at this thing.
I slid my skirt off quietly, I wasn’t sure if there was anyone else in the bathroom, I had rushed in so quickly. I hung it on the peg. I looked at my black, boy shorts underwear and I could see the little bulge in them. I quickly slid them down my legs and hung them up as well. I pushed my knees together and the dick sat up between my legs, the balls resting on my thighs.
I had had expected my legs and crotch to spontaneously grow thick, manly hair or something my legs but my pubes were still waxed completely bare from the night before. It was very small for a dick I suppose. I had only ever seen one in my life, it belonged to my boyfriend. He had taken it out one night and I had giggled and told him that I didn’t want to give him a hand job. I was very uncomfortable about touching it the, but I had been curious. His penis was probably 6 inches long. I had talked to other girls and it seemed that was relatively normal.
On the other hand there was my dick. It was only about 3. 5″ long and was pretty thin actually, only about an inch or so in diameter. My testicles were actually bigger than my boyfriend’s had been. They appeared to each almost be the size of a golf ball. The skin on the shaft and balls looked just like the rest of my skin, light and white. I put my hands on the shaft and pulled the skin down and saw the tip, it was a bright pink color and was surprisingly feminine. It was actually the same color as my clit, I realized. I had always had a somewhat large clit and it seemed like this thing had grown out of it. The penis itself was spongy and heavier than I had expected. When I lifted my balls up I was really surprised by the weight. I saw that my vagina had closed up entirely.
Suddenly, all of this touching was making something strange happen. I could feel the spongy cock getting harder in my hands and I realized I was starting to get an erection. All of the thinking about my clit had me thinking about orgasms and masturbating and the touching hadn’t made anything any better. I couldn’t believe it, but my tiny dick was getting hard. It didn’t take long. In a few seconds it was hard as a rock. It didn’t get much bigger, but it sort of bulged a little bit. It got even more sensitive to the touch.
I felt my cheeks getting hot even though there was no one else to see it. I also felt a little light headed; which I guess made sense because my body wasn’t designed to have blood diverted from my brain. Suddenly I had an uncontrollable urge. I wanted to feel what an orgasm would feel like from a cock. I was still intensely embarrassed, but this new feeling sort of covered it. It’s hard to explain. It was like the cock was controlling my mind somehow.
I had never given a hand job before, but I had to admit I had seen a boy masturbating before. Okay, it was on the internet. I was just sort of curious as to how they did it and I went on a website. It’s not like I am some giant pervert or anything. I don’t look at porn all the time, but I did it once, and so I knew how it worked.
I put my hand around the shaft of my penis and felt its hard warmth against my soft palm. I squeezed it, but I squeezed a little too tight and I loosened my grip. I started to rock my hand back and forth across my dick. I could feel the thick vein that ran across the bottom. It was an amazing feeling. The best part was when my fingers drifted up and over the tip and then back down again. I found myself squirming on the toilet and biting my lip to avoid making noise. I can’t even describe how it felt. It was different than when I masturbated before. Not better or worse just different.