Episode Four of 'The Zip Files': Zip Does Gymnasts
Chapter Four: Summer Gets a Taste of Zip
Our Story Thus Far:
In book one Zack 'Zip' Zilch, the biggest loser in wealthy San Cajetan High School, has recently discovered that he has two mutant powers: one to control women's clothing (and only women's clothing) with his mind; and the other to unnaturally enlarge his penis. Some shenanigans, naturally enough, ensued.
Now at the start of the present book, Zip managed to finagle a place accompanying his school's Women's Gymnastics Team to a crucial meet. He also secured the dubious honor of being the official 'Emotional Support Boyfriend' to Summer Skye, the team's captain, as she recovers from a bad breakup - a position that it has been made clear to him, in no uncertain terms, is completely platonic and always will be. However, having arrived at the meet, Zip could not resist sneaking into the ladies' dorm and hiding out, hoping to see some undressed late-night shenanigans. He saw... nothing. Needing to kill time until it is safe to leave, Zip decided to jerk off. So, when Summer got up from her own bed to check something, she unexpectedly came upon Zip in the supply room, with his pants open - and his cock clutched in his hand. Our story now continues...
No characters in this work are under the age of eighteen.
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Her jaw wide open, Summer's lips quivered in disbelief, as she stared at Zip - in the exact place he was not supposed to be.
Hastily, desperate to avoid any further exposure at all costs, Zip lifted a finger up and jammed it wildly and repeatedly across his lips. Taking a deep breath, Summer just barely managed to stifle a scream. Still a little stunned, she stumbled forward into the room, until her own panty-clad ass was no longer visible from the hallway - but she continued to stand in the door, ready to flee if she needed to.
"What... what the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed at him, as softly as she could and as loudly as she dared.
Thinking fast, Zip nodded up at the open case. "You sounded really upset," he said. "So I snuck back in, just to make double sure your stuff was there."
"Oh..." she gasped. The initial surge of fury, both at his presence and his failure to reply to her, drained off her face... aided by just a tiny surge of shame, that her own perfidy had apparently goaded him into taking such a risk for her. But then, her face twisted up again.
"And, uh... why the fuck did you take out your penis?" she asked.
"Um..." Zip said. Under the circumstances, rather than try to come up with something outlandish, he decided to cleave as close to the truth as he could.
"Well, once I was here, the girls downstairs started making a bunch of noise," he said. "I couldn't leave. So I decided to pass the time and, uh..."
"And this is how ZIp the Unzipper passes his time - when he has a bunch of skimpy girls' leotards to perve over..." Summer finished for him, bitterly.
"Well... yeah..." Zip admitted.
Summer took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She seemed to be trying to control her emotions. Distractingly, one of the ways this manifested was to make her curvy little hips wiggle back and forth - still clad in just a tiny pair of pink satin panties. Zip, being Zip, could not help but notice that in between the scoop front of her panty and the lower him of her little shirt, a vast expanse of her sleek flat belly was exposed - giving him, among other things, a far better look at her delicate and shadowy belly-button than he had ever enjoyed before.
But despite the quality of the view, the silence hung heavy on Zip, and he finally felt compelled to speak.
"Do you have any more questions?" he asked her.
Summer took another deep breath, through her nose, her eyes still closed - and then nodded.
"Yes," she said.
Her gray eyes opened and bore into his.
"Give me just one reason," she hissed. She lifted a finger, and waved it back and forth. "Just one reason... why I should not march right down the hall to Coach Swan's bedroom and have your... have your... have your..."
Her words suddenly began to stutter, and her voice to get garbled.
The reason for this had actually started a few seconds prior, at the beginning of her last sentence.
When she had come into the room, Summer had seen more than enough of Zip to see that he had his pants open, and his dick in his hand. But, she had had a lot to process. Both the full panoply of the room, along with the shock of his presence, and a shattered-glass web of all the possible implications, had all attempted to shove their way through her lovely mind at once. So in the event, she had not really processed every little detail.
But, like a woman who had dropped all her groceries to deal with a blazing fire alarm and is now going back to pick them up, as things had calmed down she started to recollect everything she had missed. Her brain began to cycle back through the things she had seen, almost entirely subconsciously - to fill in the slight details that had been smothered by her initial adrenaline spike.
Details like the fact that the naked penis she had accurately spotted sprouting from Zip's pants, was a little larger than, based on all her previous boyfriends, she had first assumed. The initial illusion had been aided by the fact he only had about six inches sprouting out of his hand... ignoring the fact his hand was about a foot over his lap. Or, for that matter, that his hand had not magically become several times smaller than all the previous times she had seen it, in order to have the diameter of the shaft it was clutching make any sense.
So it was that, just after she had extended her finger to wag at him, her eyes had finally taken a brief trip downwards once more, to verify her hazy first impressions. Then, they had popped back up.
And then, a moment later they had dropped down a second time. They had widened. Then, they recoiled back upwards - and, as her speech started to slur, a confused and bewildered look had appeared upon her face. They had remained up for a few seconds, as if operating on reflex, while her brain struggled to deal with its second deep shock of the night. Then, her eyes had finally dropped back down and stayed there - and got wider and wider by the second.
"Zip..." she whispered, staring as if the word had finally managed to work its way through the absurd quantity of hard veiny shaft, the visual processing of which was currently clogging up all of her neurons. "Is..." she whispered again and then stopped, took a deep breath, and then gave it one last try. "Is... is that really your penis?"
"Yes," he said.
She swallowed, and seemed to sway back and forth.
"Really?" she asked, her voice sounding dry.
"Really," Zip affirmed.
Summer's head shook back and forth - her eyes never moving.
"Holy shit..." she whispered softly, at last.
Zip noticed her sleek legs were shaking. She looked on the verge of doing something that, in his pretty observations of the gravity-defying things she could do with her sleek body, had seemed impossible.
