WALLFLOWER - CHAPTER ONE [PATREON EXCLUSIVE]

Chapter 1

I was at the club yet again, but I wasn’t brave enough to talk to any of the girls in the building. I could only admire them from afar, wishing I had the strapping muscles of the guys who seemed to get all the girls. It wasn’t that I didn’t go to the gym, either. I went to the gym plenty, but no matter what I did, my arms never got bigger and my legs stayed scrawny.

It was whatever, really. I wasn’t about to pump myself up with steroids or anything chemical like those other guys. Was that how they all did it? Powders and supplements and toxic bullshit?

I was a librarian and read far too much about the disastrous consequences of taking steroids. I didn’t have big arms or legs, but my cock was bigger than most, and I wasn’t trying to fuck that up. The times I’d actually gotten a girl in the bedroom, she usually dropped to her knees, eager to get my cock into her mouth, but none of those hot hookups led to relationships or anything other than very short flings.

Girls loved my big dick, but there had to be something wrong with my personality. Maybe I wasn’t enough of an asshole to the girls. Not dominant enough. Not funny enough. I didn’t have very much confidence, which was why I loved my job at the library.

I could teach people to surf the internet, show them the endless treasures that could be found within the books at the library, or I could organize community events with the help of concerned citizens. I loved the people that came through the library, but most of the women I met there were many years older than me or married with kids.

There were some college girls who came through the library’s doors, but they all wanted the rude jocks. They wanted the boys that would grab them by their hair and make them choke on their dicks, but that really wasn’t me. I loved watching that shit in porn, sure, but to do it in real life? That made me feel like a fraud. An actor playing a role I had no business playing.

I threw back the rest of my drink, accepting another night of defeat at the club. Not that I’d gone up to any of the girls. I’d barely even made eye contact with any. They all took one glance at me and kept their eyes moving, desperately looking for that man that would put them in their place. That alpha guy that I would never be.

It sucked, but I was learning to accept my fate.

Now that I was twenty-five, I’d been around long enough to know that everyone didn’t get everything they wanted in life. I had the job of my dreams, a decent apartment, and plenty of money in my bank account. I lived a simple life. Wanted for nothing, except a woman obviously, but there were plenty of guys out there like me.

I had cock sleeves and fake pussies to fuck, and I could order more online if I wanted. I had no problems turning on a hot porno and getting myself off, but that didn’t compare to the touch of a woman. That didn’t compare to having a pair of painted lips wrapped tightly around my dick.

Alas, that wasn’t happening for me that night, and it probably wouldn’t happen for me any other night. I didn’t know why I tortured myself by coming out to the clubs when there wasn’t a single woman who wanted to talk to me, or at least that was what I thought until my life changed unexpectedly as I was walking toward the doors to head home.

“Hey there,” a pretty blonde said to me as she stepped into my path, blocking me from the exit. She was wearing a blue dress with a mostly open front, exposing a lot of skin. Her breasts looked perky even without a bra. The dress went halfway down her thighs, and the heels she was wearing made her legs look long and kissable. I would have dropped to my knees to run my tongue up her smooth, perfumed skin without question.

I didn’t know what this girl wanted, but I figured she was going to ask me for the time. Maybe she would ask me to point her to the restroom. I didn’t fucking know, but I also didn’t say anything when she said hey. I stood there looking up and down her body like a fucking fool, transfixed by the sight of her sun-kissed skin.

“Hello,” the girl said and waved her hand in front of my face. “Are you leaving already?”

“Yeah, I am. Excuse me,” I said and tried to step past her, but she put her hand on my shoulder and shook her head. I groaned. “What? Just let me go.”

“Why? You don’t want to dance with me?” the girl asked with a friendly smile.

“I don’t know what games you’re trying to play, but I just want to go home.”

She frowned. “Why are you acting like that? I just want to dance, and I think you’re really cute.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Oh, come on! You need to up your confidence a touch. Let me help you,” the girl said and grabbed my hand. She led me toward the dance floor. I nearly shook my hand from out of her grip and sprinted toward the exit, but wasn’t this what I wanted? Didn’t I want a hot girl to pay me some attention?

“So, what’s your name?” the girl asked as she pressed her body up against mine, doing a little two step now that we were on the dance floor.

“I’m Gerald. You?”

“Josephine,” she said in a seductive voice that got me a little excited. Was this chick actually into me? Did she really think that I was attractive? What was different about her than other girls? Why me?

“Nice to meet you, Josephine.”

“I’ve had my eye on you all night.”

“Really?” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah,” she said and moved her right hand to my left ear. She rubbed my earlobe between her fingers before moving her fingers into the mop of hair on my head, staring into my eyes as she did.

Fuck, that simple touch had me rock hard. I wasn’t sure a woman had ever touched me so intimately. The few times I’d had sex were quick and nothing like what I saw in pornos, but this girl. This Josephine. She was something else. I could feel it.

“You’re just my type. A little shy, thin body, and a cute head of hair. Am I your type of girl?”

“Yeah,” I said in a breath.

“What do you like about me? Tell me.”

“Uh… shit. Well… you look incredible in that dress. Your skin is soft and smooth and glistening like you’ve spent the summer in the sun. You smell amazing, and damn, I don’t know. You’re fucking hot,” I said with a laugh.

“Yeah? You think I’m hot?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“Mmm,” Josephine purred. “Spin me in a circle. I want to feel like a princess.”

I did what Josephine asked, lifting her arm into the air and spinning her in a circle like a girl at a ball. She wasn’t wearing anything near a ballgown, but she still looked amazing. The way her breasts swayed. The way hints of her perfume floated through the air. It was all more than I could handle, but I tried my best to keep a straight face before Josephine dropped me like all the other girls in my life.

Josephine laughed and fell against me after spinning in a circle, placing a hand on my chest. We slow danced for the next few minutes until Josephine told me that she was bored and wanted me to buy her a drink. Who was I to refuse?

“Sure, what do you want?”

“Nothing fancy. Just a glass of prosecco. You should have one too.”

“Okay, yeah. That sounds good.”

I didn’t care what I drank. Normally I had a whiskey on the rocks because that was what my dad drank when I was growing up, and I tried to be like him, even though we were nothing alike. He’d played football in college, had zero troubles finding women after my mom divorced him because of his toxic masculinity, and was generally the epitome of the alpha male all girls seemed to want, but something told me Josephine didn’t go for that type of guy.

Josephine pulled me over to the bar and ordered two glasses of prosecco. I charged the drinks to my credit card and followed Josephine over to an empty table in a quiet corner, far from the dance floor. She scooted up next to me and placed her hand on my thigh.

“So, cutie, what do you do?”

“I work in a library, and I like to cook or go on nature walks. What about you?”

“I’m a writer for a fashion and lifestyle blog. I also write about celebrity gossip. There’s nothing I love more than making a bowl of popcorn and watching celebrity gossip bloggers.”

I laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, sorry. I just don’t see the appeal of celebrity gossip.”

“They’re like fictional characters in our everyday lives. It’s fun to talk about them. Judge them. Pretend that we’re better than them. It must be so hard being a celebrity and having the entire world talk about their business,” said Josephine.

“Yeah, I doubt it would be easy.”

“Could you imagine being broke and having to deal with that? I feel the worst for those celebrities. The ones who’ve fallen from the heights of their careers.”

“Yeah,” I said and took a sip of my prosecco.

Josephine laughed and draped her arms over my shoulders. “I’m boring you talking about that, aren’t I?”

I shrugged, not wanting to offend the girl that might let me fuck her pussy. I wanted to feel my dick inside of her before I fucked up everything like I usually did. Josephine just laughed and ran her fingers along my jawline as she stared at me from a few centimeters away, intoxicating me with the smell of her perfume.

I gasped when she dropped her hand onto my crotch, rubbing the outline of my hardened cock. Josephine laughed and nibbled on my earlobe as she kept rubbing the outline of my manhood, and all I could do was moan. All I could do was take it.

“Ooh, seems like someone is excited.”

“Yeah,” I said in a breath.

“You want me to suck your cock?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Mmm,” Josephine purred into my ears, only making me grow harder. I glanced to my side and could see her nipples. They were barely covered by the fabric of the dress, and they were as hard as my dick, threatening to slice through the fabric. “I have a proposition for you, Gerald.”

“What?” I asked in a strained voice, feeling like I was about to shoot a hot, thick load of cum into my pants, which would be absolutely humiliating. I didn’t want to, but my balls were tight, my dick was hard, and Josephine’s touch had me feeling like I might explode.

Josephine pressed her lips against my ear, but what she said next shocked me to my core.

“I’ll suck your dick as long as you dress up as my girl.”

I didn’t know how to respond. My dick didn’t go down, but was a little pleasure worth making a fool of myself? I would look ridiculous dressed up as a girl!

“What do you say, Gerald? Are you willing to become my girl?”

I was so confused as Josephine brushed her fingertips against my skin. I wanted to feel her mouth on my dick, but I didn’t know the first thing about being a girl.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Dressing up as a girl?” I asked.

Josephine nodded. I shook my head, still in the bubble of her perfume. Her fingers still on my body. I wanted Josephine, but she’d complicated the situation.

“I’ll help you. Just say yes, and we can have some fun.”

I thought about it for a second. What was there to lose? My life was pretty boring, and Josephine was offering a bit of excitement.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

With those words, Josephine smiled and pulled me out of the club.