(For those of you who would like to read the first three Mr. Nice Guy installments, the first story is Mr. Nice Guy vs the Mall Rat, followed by the Mr. Nice Guy vs Concert Milf and the Mr. Nice Guy vs the First Interview. Those stories may give a little back story, but it will not be needed for this series revolving around Jason's senior year of high school.)
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For an 18-year-old with no previous girlfriends, Jason was getting a decent lay quite often. Between fucking the busty, young mallrat Kat senseless anytime he felt like calling her up, and fucking his boss Mrs. Donna Rhea anytime she could get him alone, Jason wanted to seduce someone new. Like, maybe one of the many gorgeous girls from his school. The problem was that he wasn't sure how to start.
High school is different than just picking someone up at the mall or at a concert. If you make a pass at someone openly, then everyone knows about it by the end of the day. If you are rejected by one girl, then the next will hear about it and feel like a consolation prize. If you get laid with one girl, then other girls may not want to sleep with you because of who you slept with. At least, that is how Jason saw it, and it was why he never stuck his neck out and asked someone from school out on a date. Well, one of the reasons.
Jason also had no idea how girls at his school rated him. He had heard rumors going around that he and Mary were hooking up - Mary being one of the most popular girls in the school. He also heard that he and Shyla, a hot little pothead with an easy reputation, had fucked several times, but neither rumor was true.
He was certain that if the girls knew, they would probably blame him for the rumor and kick his ass. Girls flirted with him sometimes, but he always felt deep down that he didn't fit in. The guys at school made that abundantly clear. He had been in far more fist fights growing up than he had been invited to parties. If he actually hit on someone who was flirting with him, and it turned out to be some weird gag, then he would be a laughing stock.
Basically, he needed advice on where he stood with the fairer sex of Rock Bridge High. His mind wandered to Gretchen Greene. Gretchen was named after her grandmother by her mom, who could obviously care less that her daughter was doomed to be made fun of her entire life. Jason and Gretchen had been friends until the age of seven, when her mom decided that Jason and every other kid was a bad influence and started homeschooling the girl. By the time she was old enough to attend high school, Gretchen finally started coming back to Rock Bridge.
Over the years, she had apparently stayed friends with Laura and Nicole Frost, two churchy sisters who were a year apart. Laura, Nicole, and therefore Gretchen by association had a reputation for being extremely religious. Jason had spoken to Gretchen a couple of times at Rock Bridge High. It was nothing deep, but enough to pass for polite banter between two old friends. She seemed the perfect girl to let him know where he stood in the high school hierarchy, since she was most likely to be unbiased herself.
As it happened, Gretchen lived just up the street from Jason's grandmother. That Monday after school, Jason drove over to his grandmother's to do some recon.
"Oh Gretchen? Yes, she still lives in the house at the end of the road with that mother of hers. You two always were cute together. You should go up and pay her a visit. That mother of hers never gets home til after six, working god knows where."
Jason was surprised his grandmother spoke so disparagingly about Mrs Greene. He had never heard his grandmother say an ill word about anyone. Shrugging it off, he accepted her suggestion and strolled up the street on foot to the Greene residence.
He knocked, but he did not get an answer. Gretchen did not own a car, and with no car in the lot Jason almost gave up until he realized he heard a shower running. Amused, he started belligerently ringing the door bell. Soon he could hear Gretchen running up to the door. "Okay okay okay okay I'm coming." Her head popped up in the window beside the door. Her hair was wet. "Jason Lakes? What are you doing at my house?"
"I need some advice. I was hoping you could help. Can I come in?" Jason smirked, knowing she couldn't be wearing more than a towel.
"Give me a minute?" Jason nodded, and Gretchen disappeared into her home. She really was gone only a minute before the door opened to reveal Gretchen in a loose sweater and sweats. Gretchen always wore loose, unflattering clothes, as well as outdated clothes, like shawls. Her favorite accessory looked like she stuck her head through an oversized doily. Jason could easily see how she was unpopular and saw ways to fix it. Maybe she could do the same with him?
Jason stepped inside. Gretchen was also short, coming up just a little above Jason's waist. Gretchen waited for Jason to ask his question, and stalling for time Jason looked around the house. He had been a child when he had last been here, and he experienced a little bit of vertigo realizing how small everything looked now that he was 6' 5''. Not only that, but Gretchen was kind of short, and her mom, according to the pictures, was shorter still, so everything was sized for a small person, and none of the furniture came above Jason's waist.
Feeling dizzy, Jason wondered down the hall to Gretchen's room, where they would sit and hang out as kids when her mom was not home. He took a seat on the bed, still feeling dizzy. Looking up at her, she looked freaked out at his assumption that entering her bedroom and sitting on her bed would be okay.
*** "I uh... got really dizzy..." Jason said as he explained how weird it was being so big in a home sized so little. Gretchen burst out laughing and took a seat beside him, explaining it was his fault for being freakishly tall. Their friendship picked up as smoothly as if they had never put it down. She talked about home school and how awesome it was to be back in regular classes again with other people. She complained about how controlling her mother had been for the seven years that she had been homeschooled, and how much she was looking enjoyed trying to catch up on the normal experiences that she had missed while being stuck at home. Her only social interactions for seven years had been her two friends Laura and Nicole. She had only been allowed to maintain her friendship with them because their family went to the same church as she and her mom. While he tried to look interested Jason couldn't stay completely focused. While she talked, Jason's eyes slowly explored the bedroom, and eventually locked onto a bra that seemed out of place hanging from the back of the computer chair because of its size. Jason pointed it out, interrupting Gretchen's life story with a laugh. "Maybe you are not as small as I thought you were."***
Gretchen turned beet red and jumped up to hide the bra. Jason took a closer look at her sweater. Did she wear baggy clothes to hide a rack?
"So what did you come here for?" Gretchen asked defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. Jason sighed and explained his insecurities. He told Gretchen about the women he had slept with this past summer, about his confusion over the rumors going around about him sleeping with girls he hadn't slept with, and his general discomfort with "the cool kids" at school. This time it was Gretchen's turn to laugh. For having been isolated from other people up until four years ago, Gretchen had a good deal of knowledge on the rumors surrounding Jason.
