I showed up at school the next morning, and for the first time I felt good about myself. My friend Mindy, once just my "buddy" now desperately wanted to be my "fuck buddy". On top of that, for the first time I started to think that maybe I actually could hook up with Amy, the girl I dreamed about.
Life was good, until I got a sudden reminder that my world hadn't really changed that much. A bunch of jocks were waiting by my locker, ready to pick on me before classes started. One of them was Rick, the guy who was taking Amy to homecoming in a week.
It was all pretty routine stuff. They wanted to push me around a little, call me names, and have a laugh. It sure brought me back to the reality that I was still a nerd and, thus, a thousand miles away from nailing a head cheerleader.
This was countered, though, by a much needed confidence boost that I got in first period math class. Mindy was making a habit of passing me notes. Today's said, in her pretty, feminine handwriting, "Your cum is like a meal, I still feel full!"
Mindy planned to spread word among the girls of my endowment, and by lunch period I noticed that some of them were looking at me differently.
More to the point, the fact that they were looking at me at all was a breakthrough. A lot of them wouldn't have acknowledged my existence before. Just moving through the lunch line, now, I could tell some eyes were on me. For the first time in my life, females were checking me out.
I sat down at an almost-empty table with Mindy and we started to eat and talk. After a few minutes another girl walked over and sat down next to me. It was Megan, a tiny redhead who also happened to be a popular senior.
"I need to check something," she said.
With that she slid her hand into my lap and grabbed my dick through my jeans for just a second. She gasped, then stood up and went back to the "cool kids" table.
Mindy started laughing. "See? I told you, the word is getting around already."
One day passed and, more and more, I noticed that the opposite sex was treating me differently. Some of the girls had started to smile and say "hi" to me; simple gestures that were implausible a few days ago.
The afternoon before the homecoming dance the unthinkable happened. Right after school Amy walked up to me and struck up a conversation. The beautiful blond cheerleader that I thought about every time I touched myself was, all-of-a-sudden, talking to me. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform and looked incredible.
She made small talk with me in the school hallway while the other kids filed out. As we talked she slowly leaned in closer to me until her breasts were pressed up against my arm. My dick was starting to swell, and Amy looked down and saw it stirring in my pants.
"My God, it's true! I wasn't sure if I believed the rumors that a nerd like you has the biggest dick in school!"
My worship of this girl was deep enough that I ignored the fact that she called me a nerd. This angel was checking out my penis!
"You know, I feel real bad that I was so mean to you when you asked me to the dance. I'm dating Rick, though. You can forgive a pretty girl like me, right?"
With those words she reached out and started massaging my hard-on through my jeans. I was struggling just to think straight at this point.
Trying to play it cool I said, "I'll think about it." I could tell that she was surprised at my response because she'd expected me to melt at her touch. She excused herself and walked away. For the first time ever, I had the upper hand.
The night of the dance I went all out and sprung for a tuxedo, flowers, and a stretch limo. My friend Mindy was my date. After posing for pictures for her mother, we climbed into the limo. I could tell that after getting all prettied up Mindy wanted some action, so I let her suck my cock for a while we were driven to the dance. I stopped her before I came, though—I was saving it.
My dance card was full during the slow songs. The girls, amazingly, were clamoring to get in my arms. I couldn't believe the difference from a week ago.
I knew what they wanted. They wanted to find out personally if the rumors were true. Not wanting to disappoint, for several slow songs in a row I rubbed my dick against pretty girl after pretty girl and sent them all away aroused.
I was a man on a mission, though. After a little while I approached Amy and asked for a dance. She accepted my offer and I took her to the dance floor. Most of the popular kids were drunk, and Amy was no exception.
She was wearing a black, low cut dress and showing a lot of cleavage, which she instantly pressed up against me. As we danced my dick uncoiled like a snake and started pressing into her stomach. Reflexively, she rubbed her body into mine hard.
I whispered into her ear, "I know what you want."
She knew what I meant, but she still said, "What do you think I want?"
"You want to see it, don't you?"
She didn't say anything for a moment, she just kept pressing her body into my erection.
"Yes. I do want to see what it looks like. I'm not going to do anything, though, so don't get any ideas. I'm giving myself to Rick tonight."
"I'll show it to you, but you have to say the words."
She thought for a second. "Show it to me."
"No. You say 'please'".
