Socially Unacceptable

Socially Unacceptable

Being a nerd is kind of like a double edged sword. On one side you are awkward, weak and socially inept but on the other side most nerds are smarter than average and some are way smarter. Being smart is the best.

My name is William Odessa Wadsworth III. I know! ‘WOW.’ Don’t think I haven’t had more than one raised eyebrow after initialing documents. It gets worse if I add the ‘III.’

What I look like; white skin, six foot tall, I’m ‘lanky’ only 155 pounds, brown hair and blue eyes. Mom says I’m handsome but I know the truth. Mom likes me to wear short sleeved collared shirts, I don’t like my skinny arms showing but I try to make my mom happy. She is sexy but this isn’t that story.

I shouldn’t brag about myself but I’m going to. My tested IQ is 186. I had a lucky day. And for being so damned smart, you’d think I could have thought out this mess I’m going to tell you about and avoided it.

My uncle lives in Pasadena, Texas and works for the police department as middle management. His name is Captain Hank Wadsworth. My dad and mom moved me to Pasadena from central California. I was surprised because my dad and his brother always had a strained relationship as long as I’ve been alive. Dad never allowed my mom to be alone with Uncle Hank and told me he didn’t trust him. Something to do with them both dating mom before I was born.

We move into a rather nice big house with a pool and everything I never knew I wanted. I got the room next to the pool, really nice. Uncle Hank comes by in his police car a lot. He and I have a pretty good talking relationship. He has suggested that we go out to hunt or fish but I haven’t agreed to any of that stuff. My hormones have kicked in pretty hard just now (late is better than never) and I think about women and girls all the time. Uncle Hank understood my urges and surprised me with a present. A book of Texas state penal law. He told me to pay attention to sex laws and to keep myself out of trouble. Too many boys have ruined their lives by not thinking before acting. I can speed read and have excellent recall, part of being smart.

So I’m 17, soon to turn 18. The age of consent in Texas is 17 but not to worry nothing happens until I’m 18 years old. I enroll in Pasadena Highschool for my final year. I am thinking about money and which field of endeavor will yield the highest amount of funds for my future after getting my PhD. For quick cash I’m studying futures and shorts in the stock market. I dabble in day trading and have a little money set aside.

I am so impressed with the cheerleaders at this school. All year I have stared at two in particular Shannon and Wendy. Shannon is the captain and her best friend is Wendy. Both are beautiful girls at around 5″7′ tall. I looked them up online and they are 18 fairly close to 19. They must be dumb and were held back a grade.

Shannon is a blond and has a gorgeous large ass. It protrudes out from her hips and appears to defy gravity. In Texas this is known as a ‘bubble butt’ the kind you see in rap videos. She has a beautiful bright white smile, she is golden tan and her breasts are around a 32 or 34C. Her flat stomach and tan, toned legs make her absolutely stunning to look at.

Wendy is a redhead with the same height as Shannon but she was blessed with big 34D or better breasts, each are about as big as her head. She has a nice ass but she is top heavy. Wendy could actually be the better looking of the two except there is a certain slutty, bimbo-barbie dirty feel about her. I’m sure she has a good future in the adult entertainment field.

Shannon however has a pure clean wholesome look.

((( not story related, Side note here, a lot of writers I’ve noticed commonly believe that in bra sizes the number indicates how big breasts are but it isn’t. The bigger the number the larger around her torso/chest is. A female with a measurement of 48A is a very thick woman with small breasts. She would be a power lifter in the Olympics. On the other hand a female that is a 28G would be a woman that has incredibly thin (nazi prison camp) proportions but having breasts the size of prize winning watermelons. Not all that good. Guess that was a public service announcement. )))

At school lunch I usually sit with a few smart people or the the ‘PC’ title Socially Unacceptable as some refer to us.

I can’t stop looking at Shannon. She is mindlessly bouncing around, flirting with the football players, mostly the quarterback Gilbert. I see these jocks as future car salesmen or truck drivers, a good portion will be criminals.

One day while they are out there during lunch Wendy says something in Shannon’s ear. Shannon turns around suddenly and looks at me. I’m a good 30 yards away but she makes eye contact and then walks straight over to me. She is wearing her cheerleader uniform and everyone watched her ass bounce as she walks over to me.

“Hi! I’m Shannon. You are William aren’t you? Do you go by Billy? I live on your street. Just two houses down. Do you like your house? I wish we had a pool like that.” Shannon said.

I was awestruck. She knew who I was and where I lived! I told her that I enjoyed the house very much and the pool was nice on hot days like today. I smiled at her as she stood smiling and looking me in the eyes.

“Well, maybe you could invite me over sometime. Here is my number.” Shannon beamed another smile at me and I felt on top of the world.

Shannon walked back to the jock group and Wendy. They both looked over to me, waved and smiled. Wendy’s tits shook back and forth as she waved.

I looked at the note she gave me. It had her name and number in pink ink. She had put a heart and arrow in the corner. I sent a message to her just saying ‘Hi, Shannon. Now you have my number. William.’ I saw both girls looking at Shannon’s phone. They both started typing on their touch screens.

Shannon replied, ‘Thanks Handsome.’

Then my phone got an unknown sender message. ‘Hi Billy. This is Wendy. Is it OK I have your number too? I think you are handsome also!’ I replied ‘OK.’

When school let out Wendy messaged me asking if they could come over and swim in my pool tomorrow. I told her I would let her know. I need to ask before friends come over.

Both my mother and father said it was just fine and they were happy I was bringing friends over to the house. I did mention that they were cheerleaders and dad said he would keep an eye out. Mom nodded.

I sent Wendy a message confirming they could come over. She asked if my folks were going to be there. I told her yes. After a minute or two she asked ‘just dad or both?’ I replied both.

My phone rang and it was Wendy, “Hey Billy, I was just wondering if they both were going to be there. We just got some new bikinis and they, well, I don’t think your mom will like them.”

I told her I prefer William not Billy and that they both want to meet my new friends. She said that in that case I shouldn’t expect any good looking suits, this time.

“See you Saturday.”

***

Saturday at about noon, my dad walked into the back yard and Shannon followed him then Wendy followed her. Both were wearing one piece suits and carrying towels. We all stood and introduced all around. There was another surprise. Four more people appeared soon after the girls arrived. The parents of Shannon and Wendy.

I was a hit with the parents right away. I overheard their dads tell my dad that both girls had been dating football players but ‘those boys’ were only trying to have sex with them. They were not raising whores. Both girls were forbidden to date or socially see any football players. They would be put out of the house and could forget college or any kind of support.

My mother was beaming. She talked to the other women and let it slip that my IQ was 186 and was getting a full scholarship to Rice University. The school scouts were very impressed. (It’s a safe gamble for them. If I get famous, everyone will know what college I graduated from.)

The girls jumped in the pool and the fathers drank beer. Both girls looked at me and giggled. I was wearing swim trunks and flipflops. My bare chest wasn’t as muscled as the football players but none of my ribs were showing. I was beginning to put on weight recently but I was far from Adonis.

Shannon waved at me and motioned me over to her. She patted the lounge next to her. She asked me if it was OK that our parents met and said she loved our pool. I told her it was fine about the parents and I was glad she was enjoying the pool. She said softly she would have enjoyed the pool more if she could have worn that bikini she bought to wear for me. She then asked if I could put some sun block on their shoulders and legs.

I was desperately trying not to get too excited. Touching them was a dream but those dads were watching. I couldn’t think about how soft and tender their skin was or how good they looked. I mentally did some advanced non-linear associative math problems. When I was done I saw Shannon’s dad look at my crotch. No erection. He said something to Wendy’s dad and he looked at me too. They all laughed and I heard one say that I could date both of their daughters.

The girls did a lot of giggling and a hi-five. I served iced tea to the girls and the moms. I cooled off in the pool. And the girls just talked to each other. The day was pretty much a formality. After a few hours the visiting parents left and my parents said it was getting late. Wendy and Shannon both got up and gathered their towels. Wendy elbowed Shannon who then stopped but Wendy continued walking to the door.

Shannon came to me and asked, “Who are you going to the senior celebration with Billy? No one has asked me yet. It’s the best formal in Texas. Aren’t you interested in going?”

I told her that I hadn’t heard of it. What is it about? Where is it being held? Who gets invited?

Shannon said there are a couple locations but the best ones are put on by the athletics association. They have chaparoens and everything.

“I could get you an invite. We could go together.” Shannon said.

“I think I might like that.” I told her.

She smiled at me and looked me in the eyes. She leaned very close to me and looked at my lips, licking her lips, slowly.

Wendy yelled “come ON Shan! We have to go.”

Shannon pulled away, walking backwards and looking me in the eyes.

“I’ll see about getting you an invite. Bye Billy, you are sweet.” She blew me a kiss and the girls walked out.

I couldn’t believe my good luck. She is so incredibly beautiful. Me, going out with the cheerleader captain! I was going to be famous with my friends.

***

A few days later a crisp white square envelope arrived in the mail addressed to me. My dad gave it to me and both he and mom watched as I opened the letter.

I was cordially invited to the annual Senior Celibration. Please present this Yellow Certificate invitation at the door. Attendance is by invitation only. Transportation provided.

Dad was proud and told me we better get into town and get me a tuxedo. My mom said she would pick out the corsage because men didn’t have good taste. She was now including me as a man. ‘Men’ she said. I felt pretty proud.

The next weekend the girls asked if they could come over to swim again. I said it was fine. I added that mom and dad were going to a charity meeting at the church. Shannon replied “cool.”

Both the girls would wave occasionally at school, but they didn’t talk to me. One time Shannon sent me a message that I was looking good today. I hadn’t seen her all day. I thought that was weird. I asked her in a reply what was I wearing today. She didn’t reply. I waited a half hour. I sent a question mark. She replied ‘you got me. I just wanted to make you feel good.’

Both Wendy and Shannon said they were going to swim at my house on Saturday at noon. I made ice tea and even had a couple of beers ready in case they wanted to get more comfortable. I waited until 1:30 and sent a message ‘guess something came up. See you at school. This Friday is Senior Celibration night I can’t wait.”

I got an immediate text from Shannon. ‘Oh I’m sorry sweetheart. Please forgive me! I had to call a squad meeting at Cindy’s house.’

I replied that it was OK and that I understand. About ten minutes later I got a message from Wendy. ‘Here she is in the Bikini she has for you. I think you will enjoy these..’ Then two pictures appeared on my phone.

Shannon was standing next to a pool. Several girls were standing near her holding beer bottles. She was wearing an incredibly small black bikini. The top was just a couple of little patches of cloth covering her areolas and the panty had the center pulled up inside her obviously hairless pussy. A camel toe extreme. Her final picture was of her ass. The string was disappearing between her deep beautiful tan ass cheeks. So round and sticking out.

I was careful to keep my phone in my shirt packet and ran to my room. I downloaded the pictures to my harddrive and got out some hand lotion. I noticed my cock was getting a lot bigger now a days. The hair was pretty dense on my crotch too. I started jerking off when I noticed something in the first picture. At the left edge of the screen I clearly see a man’s right forearm with hair. I reasoned that it must be a dad at the pool. I charged on. My cock shot across the room.

I was wondering how much bigger I was from a year ago. I got hard again and measured it. The average cock size is six and a half inches. I was about two inches above that mark. Uncle Hank always said I was a late bloomer.

I asked my computer, what kind of bikini has small patches and a string in the rear. It popped up ‘Slut Wear’ with a bunch of pictures of slutty tattooed girls wearing the same type of bikini Shannon was wearing.

There were a ton of like sites but one site said ‘how to treat a slut properly’ Oh My! I read it and a few more. I jerked off for over three hours. A lot of stuff was very dirty and some was disgusting. I played on those sites until my mom and dad got home. I used a couple towels and wiped up my mess. I fell asleep thinking, what if Shannon was really a slut.

***

On Friday night a black Escalade arrived at my house. I was dressed in my brand new tuxedo. Mom gave me the corsage she picked out. We drove down two doors and I got out. Wendy’s parents were at Shannon’s house. I thought that this was getting weird. Wendy was standing next to Shannon. Both were in light blue and faint pink flowered gowns. The dresses went to the floor and they buttoned up to their throats. They were pretty in a very old fashioned way.

Shannon was smiling at me and I have to admit that she looked so beautiful but what was Wendy doing here? I must have frowned or something. Shannon asked her parents if she could talk to me alone for a second. They said sure.

Shannon pulled me outside the front door. “Billy, please! Let Wendy come with us. She couldn’t get a date. She can’t date a jock and she doesn’t know anybody.” She leaned in with her lips a couple of inches away from mine. Looking into my eyes. She smelled so clean and fresh.

I told her, “Well, I don’t know, this is a little strange. I don’t even know where we are going. She doesn’t even like me. I really wanted to be alone with you. This looks like a bad idea. I should just go.”

Shannon got a different look in her eyes. It looked like she was doing a math problem or some hard thinking. She suddenly moved her lips foward to lightly touching my lips and whispered “if you let her come along and act like we are both your dates then later I’ll make you cum as my date.”

Shannon flicked the tip of her sweet tongue across my lips. I felt her palm cup my ball sack. Shannon looked down suddenly and said “Wow, I didn’t think you-.”

The front door opened and Wendy said “come on! We are going to be late. Get him inline!” She stood looking at her as if I wasn’t there.

Shannon look at me and asked “OK? Please?” (She looked so innocent pleading with me.) “I can make Wendy help with that second part. But I’d rather not share.”

Deep down I knew something wasn’t right. I knew that lies were being said. My hormones had to be to blame but in reality, I made the decision. “OK.”

Both girls pulled me inside. The three of us posed for pictures and I gave the flowers to Shannon. We pinned them on her dress. We laughed and walked out to the Escalade. We closed the door and Wendy shouted, “Let’s go! We are going to be late.”

We rode only for a few seconds when Wendy started to mess with her gown. She found little buttons and was unbuttoning and moving her dressing gown. She pulled her neckline open and pulled a covering off. She now had a deep V display of her chest down below her breasts. The top edge of her areolas were just above her bodice, a sliver of pink. The girls stripped their tops down and their dresses up, removing cloth panels.

Both girls were wearing black patent five inch high heels. Their dresses now ended five inches above the knee.

I asked, “What are you doing?” Wendy snapped back at me that they were trying to look good.

Shannon chimed in adding that it was “for you, Billy. Looking better for you.” Wendy laughed.

I noticed the coursage my mother had picked out was now under their feet along with the pieces of clothing.

Wendy was typing on her phone. Shannon asked if the twins were going to make it? Wendy said that they just arrived.

Wendy smiled, turned to Shannon and said “I told you.”

Shannon said “good job.”

We arrived at a big two story grand old house. Serious old money. We walked in and several jocks were standing around in tuxedos with beer bottles in their hands. Apparently waiting for something. There were cheerleaders in dresses and a couple hot looking mature women, some other girls I’d never seen before, all dressed in sexy dresses.

Several jocks yelled out to Wendy and Shannon. Wendy was shaking her shoulders making her tits whip back and forth while laughing. Her pink nipples were totally above her dress bodice for everyone to see.

An older guy that seemed familiar was wearing a black tux with a name tag saying ‘Chaperone, Alumni’ took my invitation and put a yellow boutonniere on my lapel. None of the jocks were wearing them.

We were all taken into a parlor and on the hour the Alumni guy made an anouncement.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the annual Pasadena High Senior Celebration.” They all clapped and whooped. “Can I ask all the members to please ascend the grand staircase for our annual meeting. You lucky people with the yellow boutonnieres. I’m afraid you have to stay waiting here in the parlor. Please avail yourselves of cookies and fruitpunch. The bathrooms are over there. If anyone gets tired feel free to nap on the couches.”

He pointed toward the doorway to the main hallway and most people started walking. Wendy was walking with the Miller twins. They were big for their age but I thought they might be too young to be a member of anything. Wendy was telling them that this was going to be so much fun. She said the team was so happy to see them here. They were going to be on the cheer squad.

I saw Gilbert the quarterback wave at Shannon and walk to her. He looked very happy and hugged her. He looked back at me and smiled. Gilbert slid him hand onto Shannon’s ass as they walked up the stairs. Shannon didn’t look back.

I sat down and started talking to a guy from school. He wanted to talk about video games. After about forty five minutes I decided to look around seriously. I noticed everybody there was a nerd and we were all wearing a yellow flower. I took off my boutonniere and let it drop. I walked to the door and peeked out. There was a guy standing at the bottom of the staircase talking to a jock.

I heard him say ‘they got those twins on a couch. Cute little asses up in the air side by side. You better get some. Oh Wendy is giving everybody blow jobs. She is a mess!” The older guy quickly went up the stairs.

I saw the jock stay there for all of 30 seconds and turned around walking upstairs. I went to the carpeted stairs and walked up. When I got to the top my life changed with a major correction.

Gilbert the quarterback was behind a naked Shannon in high heels. She was bent over holding on to a window frame. Her tits were swinging back and forth. Her silver dollar sized pinkish brown areolas and nipples were puffed out and pushed away from the rest of her breasts, they looked tender delicious. Her ass shook as he jerked around behind her. He looked like he was ejaculating inside her and she looked over her shoulder at him like she was annoyed.

Mrs. Elizabeth Collins was getting her slut on with one jock under her, probably inside her vagina as she lay on him and another was inside her anus behind her.