Jim was cursed. Not only was he generally unlucky but by the time he was 12 he knew he was different to the other boys.
All through high school he tried to hide his shame. Jeans showed off his deformation, and track pants were only good until hormones decided he hadn't been the centre of attention for a while.
He shunned attention, guys always assumed he was fucking teachers with a monster like that. And the girls? He had no idea what females were thinking. Maybe they were laughing, or in fear?
It wasn't til he was working as a retail clerk at a department store when he was 19 that he met Dana.
Working behind the counter gave him a chance to hide his cursed appendage. Dana started the week after Jim and always worked the same hours. They soon became friendly, always chatting instead of working. Then started eating lunch together.
That's when Jim's life changed.
A small bakery was right next door to the store, and when their breaks coincided they would eat outside with a hot beverage. Jim had black tea with 2 sugars and Dana was coffee, almost black 2 sugars.
They would take turns buying drinks, occasionally Jim would drop her home after work if the weather was bad.
To Jim, there were no signals given out, they were just 2 good workmates.
One cold miserable day Dana asked him for a ride home since it was raining.
Jim was always happy to help out and seconds later they were in the old hq Holden out of the pouring rain.
Dana took off her jacket and threw it in the back as he had told her the first time she asked. She was just getting her seatbelt on as Jim turned onto the street a little too fast for the wet tarmac. Dana fell face first in Jim's lap causing the surprised visitor to get a good look and feel at Jim's hardening member through his black work pants.
"Shit! I'm so sorry Dana, I don't know what I was thinking" said the embarrassed Jim.
"What the hell was that Jim? Did you smuggle something out or?" Dana started, while buckling in.it was at least 3o seconds before Dana realised she couldn't take her eyes off his crotch.
"I, uhhh, ummm..."Jim stammered.
Dana cut him short" it's ok Jim, I'm just fucking with you" she laughed and punched his arm playfully.
Jim was still embarrassed when they arrived at Dana's apartment. The rain had eased to a sprinkling, and Dana grabbed her coat from the back seat. As she turned to open the door she announced" I almost forgot, I got something for you, could you come in and get it?"
"Free stuff? You know I'm down!" Jim replied as he shut off the engine.
Dana giggled as they hurried towards the door. Cover was minimal from the elements and Jim got closer to Dana than he had ever been, well until the car ride.
He could smell her perfume, CK One, and when Dana bent a little to get the key in the door, her butt brushed against his groin. Instantly, Jim rose an extra couple of inches. If Dana noticed, and how could she not, she didn't let on.
The door swung open and Dana invited Jim in, hanging her coat on a hook by the door. "Do you want a cuppa? I'm having one" she said as she led the way through to the kitchen.
Dana had a small apartment, one bedroom, kitchen, lounge, and amenities, it was tidy and had lots of artwork on the walls.
As the kettle boiled Dana busied herself with getting mugs sugar and hot chocolate. "Hot chocolate ok? I'm out of teabags" she asked.
"Yeah sounds good, thanks hun". Jim replied. Did I just call her hun? He thought.
Dana simply smiled, a smile that lit up her face.
"Did I leave my keys in the door? Can you just check for me. " Dana asked.
"Sure" he said as he went back to the door. He opened the door, nope, no keys, closed it again and made his way back towards the kitchen as the kettle began to whistle.
Dana had taken off her shirt and had a lacey topped black bra on, barely holding her large breasts in.
"Oh wow" Jim exclaimed.
"Not in the door?" Dana asked completely normal.
"Uhhhh no they weren't" he managed as he took a seat at the table to hide himself.
Dana picked up the 2 mugs and brought them out of the kitchen towards the table.
As she came round the benches, Jim noticed she had taken off her work pants and was wearing a matching pair of panties.
"So, can you guess what I've got for you Jim?