GeekMan’s S3 – #3

Even at age 11, Stacy was a goddess.

I didn’t quite understand the feelings that overcame me whenever she would look my way and smile, but on some instinctual level I knew I would do almost anything if she would just keep doing it forever. Stacy, being mature for her age, was the first girl in school to realize that boys could be manipulated into doing anything she wanted them to do just by smiling at them, or sometimes, if the boy was particularly dense, by touching their arm or shoulder in a ‘friendly’ way. I, on the other hand, being the cleverest boy in school, was the first one to play stupid with her on purpose so she would touch me.

Mama didn’t raise no dummy.

One day, as I sat in the school library, Stacy and two of her friends came over to where I was sitting and asked me if I wanted to play a game with them. Being smarter than the average bear I knew something was up by the wicked gleam in their collective eyes, but the warning my rational brain was sending was being overridden by the my libido screaming, “She’s wearing a low-cut shirt! A low-cut shirt!”

Stacy, for those who haven’t guessed, was an early bloomer.

And, like the rest of her, her young-lady boobies were perfect. Neither large nor small, they nevertheless were the envy of all the other girls in school. A few years later, she would be a solid C-cup, but at the time she was probably a small B. But to my mind they were a dream and she was all that and a bag of chips.

And she was leaning over the table to talk to me.

“GeekMan, would you like to play a game with us?”
[libido] “Boobs-AHOY!”
“Ahhh… errmm…buh-hurmmmm…”
“GeekMan?”
“Yeah! Game! Play! You! Yes!!!”
“OK, GeekMan. You need to come with us over to that corner out of the librarian’s view, though. Is that OK?”
[libido] “Ohboyohboyohboyohboy!”
“Gah… ermmm… uhhhh…”
“…giggle…”
“Ahem. Ok, let’s go play, shall we?”

I was like a lamb to the slaughter.

“OK GeekMan, here are the rules. You have to stand right here with your back to the wall. I’m going to name some animals and you say yes or no. Yes if you’ve ever had that animal as a pet and no if you haven’t. OK?”
“Uh, so what’s the fun in that?”
“Well, if you’re lucky, you could win a prize.”
[other two girls] “…giggle…”
[libido] “There is a god!”
[rational brain] “Danger!”
[libido] “Stacy’s not wearing a bra!”
“Game on!”

Yes, I know I’m an idiot. Shut up.

“OK GeekMan. Remember, only ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”
“OK.”
“Monkey.”
“No.”
“Dog.”
“Yes.”
“Whale.”
“No.”
“Mouse.”
“No.”
“Duck.”
“No.”

And that’s when the cutest girl in school punched me in the face.

As I lay on the ground, desperately trying to keep my left eyeball from popping out of its socket, Stacy leaned over me and, in a whisper I could barely hear over the peels of laughter coming from her two friends and the pounding headache I could feel building behind my soon-to-be horribly inflated eye, said…

“Silly boy. I told you to duck!”