Mindy's First Boyfriend - Part One

Saturday morning rolled in one January day as the clouds rolled away to reveal a bright blue sky. The outdoors looked more inviting than they felt. The bare trees and clear streets gave everything below Mindy’s bedroom window a crisp, clean appearance. She stretched in her bed, her hands hitting her headboard as she arched her back and kicked off her blanket. 

She sat up, rolled her shoulders, put on her sports bra, pajama top, and gym shorts. She slept in a pair of plain white panties and nothing else. Her cheerleading uniform hung on her closet door, the diving emblem of the Reedville Raptors on the chest. Competitions started soon, and tryouts in the spring would let her secure her team’s legacy before she left for college, but she’d already spent her last season cheering on the football team. 

Eighteen now, and a high school senior, this was her last semester of high school. Her father’s alma mater, University of Pendleton, loomed large in her future. She had the scholarships to go, and it was close by, so she didn’t mind, but she wished she was going farther away, somewhere she could be free to reinvent herself away from the oversight of her parents. 

Hungry and wanting coffee, Mindy slipped on her fluffy gray slippers and padded to the kitchen, passing her parent’s bedroom door as quietly as possible. She smiled when she peeked into the kitchen and saw her mother dressed in her robe, sipping a mug of coffee as if her life depended on it. 

“Morning, Umma!” Mindy said too cheerily for someone who just woke up. 

Her mother winced, then smiled. “Good morning, Ji-Min.” She said. “You slept well?” 

“Yeah.” Mindy said, stretching to the second shelf of the cabinet to reach the mug she wanted. Captain America’s muscular torso was on either side of the blue mug, his emblem flashy and his musculature defined. She passed the mug to her mother’s waiting hand and watched as her mom poured her the coffee, added cream and sugar, and returned the mug to Mindy with all the speed daily practice allowed. 

“Gamsahabnida!” Mindy said, taking the mug back. 

“You’re welcome.” Her mother said and returned to sipping her coffee. 

Mindy lingered by the refrigerator, sipping her coffee and smiling. 

“What is it?” Her mother asked, reading her like a book. If she didn’t have something to ask or say, she would have left for the living room or her bedroom after getting her coffee. Instead, Mindy lingered, and she looked up from her mug with hesitation. 

“Umma, when you were young, how did you get Appa’s attention?” Mindy’s question hung in the air in the apartment kitchen. 

Mindy’s mother sipped her coffee and smiled at the memory, her eyes scrunching as if she were watching the memory on a small screen before her. 

“Why do you ask Ji-Min?” Her mother asked. “Is there a boy at church you want to know better?” 

Mindy sighed and leaned her shoulder against the fridge. Her pajama top covered her to her thighs and lifted slightly to show the gym shorts she wore beneath. Her mother's fluffy robe was more seasonally appropriate. She glanced over her shoulder when the low rumble of her father’s snoring passed through the bedroom door and rolled into the kitchen in a faint echo. She didn’t want to answer. 

“You know what they say about men, Ji-Min?” Her mother asked when Mindy didn’t answer. 

“What?” Mindy asked, returning her gaze to her mother. 

“They say that men only want one thing, and it’s true.” Her mother looked at her meaningfully. 

“Umma!” Mindy protested. 

“Food.” Her mother supplied, laughter falling off her lips as she lowered her nearly empty mug to hold in front of her stomach. “All they want is food. I cooked for your father, and that got his attention.” 

“Really?” Mindy asked. “But Appa is a chef, and you’re–” 

Umma raised an eyebrow, half out of curiosity and half out of challenge. Mindy wasn’t brave enough to finish her sentence, but it was clear who she’d answer if asked which of her parents was the better cook in the kitchen. 

“I’ll have you know I’m a very good cook.” Her mother sounded defensive. “But you’re right. Your father is better. I’m no chef like he is. That helped too. If there’s anything men like more than food, it’s being good at something and teaching you.” She looked past Mindy into the hallway to check, but none of the doors opened, and they heard only snores. “I asked your father to teach me a recipe, and we have had quite the romance ever since. Always helps to get cooking in the kitchen.” 

The eyebrow waggle was unnecessary, and Mindy put her mug down, clamped her hands over her ears, and closed her eyes in embarrassment, bringing more of her mother’s laughter. Clearly, the concept of her parents being ‘romantic’ was not something she was prepared to deal with. 

“It’s easy.” Her mother poured more coffee for both of them. “You ask a man to teach you something, and best case scenario, you get your romance. Worst case, you learn something. Is good all around.” 

Mindy laughed, scoffing at her mother as she took the coffee mug back into her hands. 

“Thanks, Umma.” Mindy said. “That helps.” 

“Who is this boy?” Her mother asked. “Do I know him? Does your Appa?” 

Mindy rolled her eyes. “Just a boy from school.” 

“How old is he?” Her mom sipped her coffee, closing her eyes in bliss in time to miss Mindy’s guilty gaze falling to the floor. 

“He’s a senior, like me.” Mindy answered. “He–” She hesitated, unsure of what to admit to her mother. 

“Is he Korean?” Her mom asked. 

“Mom!” Mindy protested. 

“What?” Her mom asked. “It’s not racist. It is just a question. Does he go to our church? Is it that Yoon boy?” She asked. “I saw him looking at you last summer.” 

Mindy shook her head. “I’m not interested in Minho.” 

“He’s a good boy.” Her mom said. “Handsome. His mother told me he’s going to school for Pre-Med in the fall, going to be a doctor.” 

“Why are you and Appa obsessed with doctors?” Mindy asked. “Appa won’t even go to the doctor.” 

“Doctors are rich.” Her mom said. “And expensive.” 

Mindy rolled her eyes. 

“So, who do you want to attract that you’re asking me all this?” Her mom asked. “If not Minho, then who?” 

“Just a guy at school.” Mindy said. “He’s cute, and I just want him to notice me, you know?” 

“Sometimes noticing you is a bad thing.” Her mom warned. “Maybe it’s good he doesn’t notice.” She lowered her eyes to Mindy’s large breasts pronounced in the t-shirt despite her bra, then lifted them to Mindy’s eyes, meaningfully suggesting the lewd nature of boys’ attention. 

Mindy sighed and frowned into her coffee, unable to see her reflection in the dark liquid of her mug. 

Her mom softened as she watched her and took another sip of her coffee. “Find something he knows a lot about, and ask him to teach you about it.” Her mom suggested. “And if your Appa asks…” She leaned into the hallway again, then returned her attention to the kitchen. “This boy is Korean and studying Pre-Med.” 

“Mom!” Mindy protested. 

“Or Pre-Law. Pre-Law’s good too.” Her mom shrugged. 

Mindy rolled her eyes. 

“And no dating. You know the rules. This boy should ask your Appa's permission. Even if he's not Korean, he should be respectful.” Her mom said. 

“I know, Umma.” Mindy said, frowning hard enough her mother decided to change the subject. 

“What are your plans for today, Ji-Min? Can you help with the restaurant, or do you have homework?” Her mom asked. 

“I have homework.” Mindy frowned. “I’m supposed to meet up with Veronica for homework after lunch.” 

“Is she coming here?” Her mom asked, the nerves in her voice evident at the state of the living room, which was clean by anyone’s standard but not clean enough for guests by her mother’s. 

“No, we’re meeting at her place.” Mindy shook her head. 

“Okay. Study hard.” Mindy’s mom nodded. 

“Okay, Umma.” Mindy nodded back, turning to leave. 

“And if any boys notice you, be safe. Make good decisions. No hanky panky.” Her mom said, the threat behind the instructions clear as a bell. 

Mindy sighed and left the kitchen, shuffling to her room with her coffee mug in hand. 

Her mother remained in the kitchen a few minutes more, smiling to herself and drinking her morning cup of coffee in quiet contentment. Her interest in romance aside, Mindy was a good girl. She wouldn’t get into trouble with boys. 

In her room, Mindy had the opposite idea, choosing her outfit for the day. She glanced at the picture of herself, Veronica, and Veronica’s brother Franky, short for Francis, hugging Veronica in the middle. It was a simple photo from an ancient disposable camera they’d found last summer and snapped pictures with. 

She shuffled through the clothes in her closet and, after her shower, dressed in white leggings over her peach-colored high-waisted panties. Both looked bright compared to her slightly darker skin. Her naturally warm skin tone made her look like she had a tan year-round, which some of her friends admired. Her friends from church considered it ugly. So, her makeup was divided into two sets, one to play to her natural tones and beauty and the other to lighten her skin tone as much as possible. 

She spent longer than usual applying her makeup that morning, paying particular attention to her eyes, making them pop with dark eyeliner and bright eye shadow that drew the gaze to her narrow eyes. She smiled at her reflection, her teeth bright and the smooth skin of her face brightening with the expression. She took a selfie in her peach-colored bra, only showing her shoulders and the straps, of course, holding up a peace sign with her smile. 

Uploading the pic to Instagram, she smiled when Veronica’s comment came through, and the likes started rising. 

V: Looking cute today!  

Mindy liked her comment and finished getting ready for the day. She threw a skirt over the leggings, a pleated blue and black plaid schoolgirl skirt that came to her mid-thighs, showing off her legs, but with the leggings underneath, her parents wouldn’t complain. Most girls would wear the leggings as pants without covering them anyway. With the skirt, the outfit became even more modest, even if it grew more suggestive. 

Mindy pulled a tight white cami on, tugging it down and tucking it into her skirt. Then she put a sweater on over that, black to match her skirt, long, baggy, and hanging off one shoulder with its scooped neckline. The baggy sleeves hung halfway over her hands with her arms at her sides, but she liked the look with platform boots in the mirror. Her outfit had a casual, cute look to it. 

She brushed her hair and left it down, letting it fall over the shoulder, exposed by her sweater to cover the straps of her undershirt and bra. Her double-D breasts were perky and stuck out from her flat stomach as she checked her profile. Her butt wasn’t where she wanted it to be, but she was working out more with the cheer squad, and it was toning. She pulled the skirt tight and lifted her cheeks from below, giving her upside-down heart butt with her square and narrow hips some extra shape. 

She blew a kiss at her reflection and turned, striding into her living room, where she plopped on the sofa. 

Her father, now awake, nodded to her, and they watched their Saturday morning cartoons together while they ate their breakfast cereal. They spent the morning watching shows until her father had to descend the stairs and start getting the restaurant ready for the day. Mindy continued without him until after lunch, when she packed up her bags, texted Veronica, and drove from her apartment to Veronica’s house. 

Reedville wasn’t a large town compared to some others. It was a suburb on the outer edge of the suburbs, at the border of the rural forests and farmlands beyond. An hour, give or take, from the nearest city. Mindy had lived here all her life, and she knew the streets well. She’d been driving delivery for her parents since she got her license. She was ninety-nine percent sure she couldn't get lost. So, it was easy for her brain to drive to Veronica’s house on autopilot, which was good. None of her thoughts had anything to do with driving. They were all focused on Veronica and her brother. 

Mindy drove past her high school and turned into the development neighborhood where Veronica lived. All the houses looked the same, built in the same style. You could tell them apart by the numbers beside the door, at the curb, above the garages, and the decorations on the lawns. Some still had their Christmas decorations up, but in late January, it was easy to tell that they were the same people who let their lawns grow too long over the summer. 

Mindy parked on the street, and by the time she made it to the door, Veronica was already on her way to greet her. 

“Hey, girl!” Veronica said, hugging her hello. She linked her arm through Mindy’s and led her inside. The hardwood floors were warmed, heated from below. 

Mindy took a moment to take off her shoes by the door, which was difficult with her book bag on one shoulder and Veronica still holding her arm on the other, but she managed. Her socks were soft, and she followed Veronica’s lead upstairs to her bedroom without seeing anyone else. 

Veronica shut her bedroom door behind them and collapsed onto her queen-sized bed dramatically, her arms up above her head. 

“Are your parents home?” Mindy asked, curious as she set her bag down with her purse beside it. “I didn’t see anyone downstairs.” 

“They’re out for the day. Something about helping my aunt with her renovation.” Veronica said, clearly not having listened to the entire explanation for lack of caring about it. 

Mindy looked around the room, smiling. Veronica was one of those girls who had so much but so little interest. Her room was large enough to fit two, maybe three, of Mindy’s bedrooms inside it. Her double-door closet was something Mindy would kill for. Her collection of manga, anime DVDs, action figures, and statues was a library Mindy could only dream about. 

“And your brother?” Mindy asked casually as she browsed the manga on Veronica’s bookshelf. She spotted a new volume and pulled the book off the shelf, reading from her friend’s library as she walked to the bed and sat with her back against Veronica’s pillows. 

“He won’t bother us.” Veronica said. “He’s in his room playing video games or whatever he does on Saturday.” 

Mindy shook her head. “I don’t care if he does. I like video games.” 

Veronica smiled, scooting closer so her head was on Mindy’s thigh, using her for a pillow. “He’s a butt.” Veronica declared. “We’re mad at him.” 

Mindy looked confused, putting the book in her lap with her finger between the pages to hold her place. “Why are we mad at Franky?” 

“Because Francis is a big old butt.” Veronica explained. “His girlfriend dumped him, so he’s been pissy and grumpy ever since. So rude.” 

“Aw.” Mindy said. “He’s sad. We should cheer him up, find him a date.” 

“Good luck getting anybody to date that loser.” Veronica said, scoffing as she opened the manga she’d been reading on her bed, still using Mindy’s leg as a pillow as she planted one foot on the edge of the bed and let her other dangle over. 

“What kind of girl does he like?” Mindy asked as casually as she could while she reopened the manga she was now pretending to read. 

“I don’t know.” Veronica scoffed. “Girls? I don’t think he has a type, but being dumb enough to date him couldn’t hurt their chances.” 

Mindy giggled, resting her hand on Veronica’s hair and playing with her hair absent-mindedly. Veronica hummed happily and looked up at Mindy. 

“Are you thinking about fucking my brother?” She asked. 

“What?” Mindy’s face darkened with a blush at the sudden accusation. “No!” 

“Oh my god, you are.” Veronica laughed. “You have the hots for Franky!” 

“I do not!” Mindy protested. “Besides. I could never date your brother. My parents would freak out.” 

“Why?” Veronica asked. “If you two got married, we could be actual sisters!” 

Mindy laughed. “They want me to date a Korean doctor. They’re very insistent on it.” 

“Parents always say that.” Veronica waved away the concern by waving her hand in front of her face. “My parents didn’t want me dating until thirty, and they also wanted me to marry a nice Italian boy. You know, someone Roman Catholic and a good family man. You should have seen their faces when I started dating Henry. They like him now, though, but only because they still think I’m a virgin.” 

Mindy giggled. Henry, Veronica’s boyfriend, was a good guy. He was also African-American instead of Italian and Lutheran, not Roman Catholic if Mindy remembered correctly. He wore a cross on a necklace most days, so he was Christian, at least. He was also one of the star football players at their school. He had a scholarship to a state college a few hours away that Veronica intended to attend as well. 

“How are things with Henry?” Mindy asked, checking in. 

“Good.” Veronica said, sighing. “Real good. We had a date last night, and he drove us out to the river, and… well, let’s just say he ruined my makeup, and I ruined my favorite pair of stockings.” 

Mindy bit her lip and blushed as her core warmed to the thought. She could picture the two of them. Henry was all muscle, and Veronica was short and round. Not that she was fat, no, but she was what they called a shorty. At an inch under five feet tall, her c-cups and phat ass looked good on her. Her soft, creamy thighs looked good in the fishnet stockings that she wore often. She had the goth look going for her, with a touch of lolita mixed in. 

Even today, just hanging out with Mindy, she wore a frilly black miniskirt, fishnet leggings with narrow diamond shapes, and a sexy black sweater. Beneath the sweater, fishnet arm sleeves hooked from her middle finger and thumb to the middle of her upper arms. She dyed her dark brown hair black, like Mindy’s natural color, and her makeup palette was monochrome. 

She was stunning, and the goth/punk look enhanced that, in Mindy’s opinion. She looked good naked, too. Mindy had seen her a few times in the locker room, at sleepovers, and whenever they went shopping together, which was a frequent activity since there was little else to do around here. 

Veronica took Mindy’s silence for reading, and she read her manga, too. 

“Did you enjoy doing that?” Mindy asked quietly. “Giving him… blowjobs?” 

Veronica smiled, closing her book and looking up at Mindy. “It’s fun, yeah.” She said. “I like making him feel good, and it makes me feel… powerful. Like, at that moment, I’m the one making him feel that good, and that makes me feel good.” 

Mindy squeezed her thighs together. “I don’t know, it sounds so demeaning, being on your knees while he does that.” 

“It’s something I do to him.” Veronica corrected. “And it’s only demeaning if you want it to be.” She winked. “Which can be its own kind of hot. I love it when he chokes me with his cock.” 

Mindy’s blush flushed through her, moving from her face through her chest to her core with the intensity of molten lava. 

Veronica giggled, returning to her book. “You need to get laid.” 

“My parents would kill me.” Mindy said, shaking her head. 

“Well, I’ve got another one of those DVDs if you want to borrow it.” Veronica offered and pointed to the shelf. 

“I shouldn’t.” Mindy said, shaking her head. 

“Girl, it’s fine. Take it home, get off to it, and let me know what you thought. It’s pretty cute, honestly.” Veronica returned to reading. 

Mindy’s eyes scanned the shelf Veronica pointed at and noticed the new DVD at the end. The Japanese Kanji kept her parents from knowing what the titles really were, though the DVD cases were lewd if you looked at their front. Mindy’s Korean parents weren’t fond of her love of Japanese Anime, but they didn’t protest too much because of the strict PG nature of the romances and action. She didn’t know what they would do if they found out some of those DVDs were hentai. Though, they might not do much. Veronica's parents had a looser parenting style than Mindy's. They were cool.  

“Do you want to watch an anime?” Mindy asked. “Not a hentai, obviously, but a normal anime.” 

Veronica shrugged. “Sure. Or we could put something we’ve seen on for background noise while we read our manga.” 

Mindy nodded and slipped from the bed, letting Veronica’s head hit the mattress as Mindy’s thigh slid away. She walked over to the bookshelf, perusing the titles until her index finger hovered above the new hentai. She checked the cover, pulling it from the shelf. A cute boy on the front was surrounded by women clinging to him in what looked like torn clothes. The Japanese Kanji title roughly translated to ‘Shipwreck Harem.’ 

Mindy giggled. “Another harem hentai?” She asked Veronica, looking over her shoulder. 

Veronica shrugged. “I like what I like.” 

“They’re so… tropey.” Mindy whined. 

“Girl, it’s anime. It’s all tropes. I don’t care! I like what I like! No one complains about chocolate chip cookies because they find chocolate in so many desserts! It’s chocolate! Yum!” Veronica rolled over on the bed to face Mindy, kicking her feet in the air. 

Mindy giggled. “I guess.” She flipped the DVD case to check the run time. Four episodes was long enough she’d have to watch it in batches. The case felt surprisingly light, though. She opened it and showed the lack of contents to Veronica across the room. “Did you leave it in your player?”

“Ugh.” Veronica groaned. “Gross. My brother must have it.” 

“Should I go ask him for it?” Mindy asked, giggling at the idea as she closed the case and put it back on the shelf. 

“Maybe you should. I’d pay to see the look on Franky's face when you open the door to find him jacking off to hentai.” Veronica laughed. 

Mindy laughed with her and shook her head, pulling Kill la Kill from the shelf. 

“Again?” Veronica asked. 

“You said something we’d seen before!” Mindy protested. “Besides, I like this one.” She walked over to the player and bent over it, sliding the disc in as Veronica turned on the TV above her. The wall-mounted flat-screen was perfect for viewing from the bed. How Veronica convinced her parents to let her have that TV in her room, Mindy didn’t know. Her parents would never let her have a TV in her room. 

“Dubs or subs?” Veronica asked as if she didn’t already know the answer. 

“Subs are the best.” Mindy declared. “But, if we’re watching it for background noise while reading… maybe dubs.” 

“Fair. My Japanese is a little rusty.” Veronica said, shrugging as she made the selection. She sat up on the bed with her back against the wall and patted the space beside her. 

Mindy bounced over to her and hopped onto the bed, landing on her butt and scooting back to sit beside her. Veronica leaned against her and went back to reading. Mindy did the same, occasionally looking over the top of her pages to watch the anime. 

They stayed like that for a while until Mindy had to use the restroom. She excused herself and made the short trek down the hall while Veronica paused the anime and selected a different Manga to read. Mindy knew the layout of the house well enough. 

The second story was split by a balcony that overlooked their dining room on one side and the living room on the other. Veronica’s bedroom was to the right at the top of the stairs, with a home office across from it. Her brother’s bedroom was to the left, along with the upstairs bathroom, which connected to her parent’s bedroom. There was a downstairs bathroom, too, by the guest room, but Mindy chose the upstairs bathroom since it was closer. 

When she came out of it, she hesitated. Franky’s bedroom door had been shut before, but now it was open a crack. Was he in there? Should she try and be funny and catch him with the disc? Of course, there was no guarantee he was doing anything like that. He might be reading, watching TV, doing homework, or playing video games. 

Mindy couldn’t help her curiosity. She’d never seen Franky’s room before, even those times she’d slept over with Veronica. She’d met Franky plenty of times. He was in their class, which Veronica hated. He was apparently born late in his school year and held back a year, whereas Veronica’s birthday was in September. Veronica told her that his grades were terrible, but apparently, he’d been doing well to pass since having to repeat the 5th grade. 

Mindy peered through the crack in his door, glimpsing his closet and the wall beside it but not seeing him or anything of interest. She didn’t hear any noise either. Was he downstairs? She pushed open the door a little, widening her view as quietly as possible until she’d fully opened the door. The room was empty of people but full of stuff that caught her attention. 

Franky’s room was smaller than Veronica’s, especially with the ceiling slanting in on one wall and a gabled window looking out onto the backyard. The most surprising aspect, however, was the number of anime figures eclipsing Veronica’s. Where she had Mangas and DVDs, he’d opted for figures, filling his shelves and display cases to the brim. Gundam models painstakingly assembled by hand were in protected cases, almost professionally lit. 

Mindy wandered in without realizing her trespass, drawn in by the figures. His small twin bed left more room for his computer desk, which was fully loaded. A double-wide curved screen with a game controller beside his keyboard, a gaming chair that cost more than Mindy wanted to contemplate, a headset that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, and a computer more expensive than her car took center stage against the wall. 

Mindy stood in the center of the room, admiring all of it, when she noticed the posters on the ceiling. Lewd schoolgirls looked down on her from above, and she nearly giggled. 

“Can I help you?” Franky’s voice startled Mindy, causing her to jump and twirl, sending her skirt flying around her to show off her leggings beneath. 

Franky blushed and looked away, coughing, his hands full with a box that just arrived. 

“Hey!” Mindy said. “How are you doing, Franky?” 

“I’m uh… fine.” Franky said, putting the box on his bed. “Can I help you? This is my room. Veronica’s is down the hall.” 

Mindy giggled. “I know. I came here looking for you.” 

She glanced down, then looked up to meet his eyes. Franky stared at her like she was an alien, his eyes wide and his pulse beating quickly in his neck. 

Franky wasn’t a Captain America look-alike. He was tall, though, and cute. His face was slightly rounded, and the ten-pound dumbbells at the foot of his bed were more for show than use. He had an average build to him, with muscle beneath his body fat but no effort put into drawing it out. He ran for exercise and participated in gym class, but he wasn’t an athlete. He was a bit of a nerd, as his room testified. Then again, so was Mindy, despite her place on the cheerleading team and her love for sports. 

“Why were you looking for me?” Franky asked. 

Mindy almost told him she was looking for the disc but decided to go with a different answer when she got close. He smelled nice, and the intimate setting made her think this might be an excellent opportunity to try out what her mother suggested. 

“I uh…” She glanced around the room, looking for anything and trying to think of something she knew Franky was good at. Her eyes fell on the Gundam models, and she thought about it, but that seemed like an expensive hobby to get into for a boy. “I uh… wanted to ask you to teach me how to play video games.” She said as her eyes landed on his computer. “I was thinking of starting one of those Twitch channels, you know, streaming?” 

“Teach you how to play video games?” Franky asked, confused. “Have you not played them before?” 

“Oh, I mean, I have, sure.” Mindy lied. She’d played a few older ones, but her parents didn’t believe in things like Nintendo or PlayStation. Technology was for work and school, and there was nothing educational about Grand Theft Auto or Call of Duty. Still, it seemed the more plausible lie, and now that she’d said it, she had to stick with it. 

“But Veronica said you’re really good at them?” Mindy asked. “I was hoping you could show me a few pointers?” 

“What games do you play?” Franky asked, walking past her and sitting down at his computer. 

“Oh, you know, some old, some new.” Mindy said. “What are you playing?” 

“Well, right now, I’m playing through Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order.” Franky said, jiggling his mouse. The computer tower beneath his desk lit up, tubes of light spreading from it to the wall to the monitor, mouse, and keyboard. 

“I love Star Wars!” Mindy said, not having to fake her interest on that count. “I’ve seen all of those movies like a hundred times.” 

“Yeah?” Franky asked, raising an eyebrow. “I never knew that.” 

“Well, you should get to know me.” Mindy said, trying her best to be cute and confident despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m fun.” 

Franky laughed, spinning his chair to face his computer. He entered his password, and the screen woke to show the game’s main menu. 

“Can I watch you play?” Mindy asked. 

“Uh… sure.” Franky said, putting on his headset and shifting it so only one ear was on. He reached over and unplugged the USB, remotely connecting it to the tower. The speakers installed in his room started playing the music in surround sound. 

“Woah!” Mindy said, sitting on his bed with a plop. “That is so cool!” 

“Heh.” Franky smiled. “Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with my sister?” He asked. 

“Yeah, but we’re just chilling. She won’t mind if I hang out with you for a bit.” Mindy said. “If you don’t mind.” 

“I don’t mind.” Franky said immediately. “I just… I mean, I’m sorry I’m not more interesting.” 

“You’re incredibly interesting!” Mindy protested. “I love your room, your figures, and your models! I love One Piece, and Avatar, and Gundam, and a lot of the anime you have figures of.” 

“Oh.” Franky said, confused. “Okay. Cool. Veronica said you were a fan, too, but I wasn’t sure if she was messing with me.” 

Mindy tilted her head. “Why would that be messing with you?” Mindy asked. 

“She… teases me about you a lot.” Franky explained, starting the game. “You know, the way little sisters do.” 

Mindy smiled. She remembered teasing her big brother about girls, but usually, that was only for girls he had a crush on. Or, she realized, ugly girls that he didn’t want to have a crush on him. Shit. Which was she? 

“Oh.” Mindy said hesitantly. “Well, if you want me to go, I don’t have to watch you play.” She said.

“No!” Franky said, stumbling awkwardly in his chair. “I mean, uh… no. You don’t have to go. You can stay.” 

Mindy smiled, realizing what kind of girl she was. “Okay.” Mindy said, getting comfortable as she crossed her legs beneath her. “I’ll stay.” 

“Okay…” Franky said, steadying himself at his desk. “Cool.” 

Mindy sat on his bed and watched him as he played the game. She didn’t recognize the Jedi he was playing at first, but she picked up on the story pretty quickly and narrowed in on when the game was set. She liked it, and the old Jedi ruins and levels looked interesting. 

“There you are!” Veronica surprised them both as she appeared in the doorway. “You’ve been gone for half an hour!” 

“I have?” Mindy asked, surprised. She hadn’t realized how long she’d spent watching Franky play his game. It was very cinematic and engaging. “Heh. I’m sorry! Franky and I got talking, and I decided to watch him play his game. He’s terrific!” 

“No, he isn’t.” Veronica sighed. “Did you at least get the disc?” 

“Disc?” Franky asked, turning around after pausing his game. 

“Shipwreck Harem.” Veronica said, straight-faced. “You stole it from my room.” 

Franky’s face turned violet red from the neck up and cheeks down. At the same time, his eyes went wide, and his face went blank as if he’d seen a ghost. 

“I–” Franky stuttered. “I didn’t steal it!” 

“Borrowed it then.” Veronica said, shifting her weight to her hip. “Come on, give it back. This lewd little schoolgirl wants to borrow it.” 

Mindy gasped, and her face blushed to match Franky’s. “I–” She tried to say something to defend herself, but no lie jumped to the forefront. She had no defense. “I’m not a lewd little schoolgirl!” 

Veronica shrugged. “If the skirt fits.” She laughed. “Come on, Mindy, let’s go.” 

“No!” Mindy said, flattening her skirt over her criss-crossed legs. “Just for that, I’m staying here and hanging with Franky!” 

Veronica laughed. “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “I was just teasing you, Mindy, god.” She shook her head. “The two of you, I swear.” She crossed her arms. “Have you asked each other out yet?” 

“What?” Franky asked, startled. “No, she was just watching me play the video game. She said she wanted to learn so she could start streaming.” 

Veronica gave Mindy a look. “You want to start video game streaming?” She asked. “Since when do you play video games?” 

“Well, I mean…” Mindy fiddled with her hair. “I was gonna see if I could, you know? I thought if I started, I should have Franky teach me since he’s so good at them.” 

Veronica gave Franklin a look. “And you bought that?” 

Franky looked between the two women. “So you were just making fun of me?” 

“What?” Mindy asked. “No!” 

“Yeah. You butt.” Veronica laughed. “Come on, Mindy. I was gonna order some pizza.” 

“I wasn’t making fun of you.” Mindy said. “Honest! And the game is interesting! The lore is really intricate, and it’s building on–” 

“Oh, Star Wars?” Veronica asked, looking at the paused screen. “Yeah, that tracks. Mindy is a huge Star Wars nerd.” 

Franky looked happy to hear that, but Mindy blushed a furious shade of red. 

“Fine, you two have fun. I’m gonna order some pizza and finish Kill la Kill. Pepperoni okay?” She asked, looking at Mindy. 

“Yeah.” Mindy nodded. “I’ll be in, in a bit. I just want to see him finish this level.” 

Veronica shrugged in a ‘suit yourself’ kind of way and closed the bedroom door behind her as she left. Habit, Mindy supposed. She looked shyly at Franky, who did his best not to look at her. She smiled, and he turned around and unpaused his game. 

The game was interesting, that much was true, but watching him run around and backtrack through parts to get to other parts could only be so interesting. Eventually, her eyes began to wander, and they rested on the A to Z Amazon logo on the box beside her. It was already opened but folded closed. Curious, she stuck her finger in the box and hooked it, pulling the fold open. She blinked. 

Inside was a large box set of Manga, and stuffed beside it were two DVD cases, one live-action and one an OVA. They all appeared to be of the same series, with a school girl tied up in a red rope harness on the live-action DVD and a busty young woman in a one-piece swimsuit tied up on the box set with a dark-haired leering boy holding her leash. 

Mindy’s body responded to the images before she properly registered what she saw. Her eyes flicked over the cases, and her body’s temperature rose by increments, her thighs scalding hot now to the point where the leggings were uncomfortable. 

“I’ll be right back.” Mindy said, rushing out of the room. 

“What?” Franky asked, looking over his shoulder to see Mindy moving so quickly that the back of her skirt rose up and flashed him her white legging-covered ass. “Uh…” That was all he managed to say before his eyes fell on the open box. “Shit.” 

Mindy ran into the bathroom across the hall, closed the door, and shoved her leggings down. The cool bathroom tile air sunk into her flesh but did nothing to cool the heat in her core or ebb the flush in her breasts or across her face. She looked into the mirror, breathing, calming herself as best she could. 

She was overheating. She needed the leggings off. She took them off and her sweater, leaving her in a school skirt with a tight cami top tucked into it. Her peach-colored bra was light enough to be invisible beneath the white cami, but the straps showed with the top’s straps, and the cami itself stretched over her breasts to turn semi-transparent. 

She sighed and scooped up her clothes. She’d explain to Franky, apologize, then go back to Veronica’s room. Determined, she hugged her leggings and sweater in front of her, her skin cooling as it brushed against the heated indoor air. When she entered, Franky knelt before the bed, shoving something under it. 

“What are you doing?” Mindy asked, surprised. 

Franky started, falling back as he tried to stand and landing on his butt, looking up at Mindy. The sweater and leggings she held at her stomach blocked his view of some of her chest but showed her legs from the top of her white and pink anklet socks, over her shapely calves, her parted knees, and halfway along her soft thighs to the hem of her pleated skirt that teased a more fantastic view beneath its sagging folds. 

“You uh…” Franky said, his eyes stuck on the hem of her skirt. “You took your pants off.” 

“My leggings.” Mindy corrected him immediately. “And my sweater, yeah. I was getting overheated. You guys keep the house pretty warm.” Mindy laughed it off, hoping to get him to laugh it off too. 

Franky lifted his eyes to see she had taken off her sweater. His eyes widened as they reached her breasts, and Mindy blushed when his eyes lingered, but suddenly, she had something for her eyes to lock onto. 

The jeans Franky wore twitched by his thigh, and something started pressing up from below. The head of his cock pressed against the denim, lifting it as he stared at Mindy. 

“Oh.” Mindy said, realizing what she was seeing. “Wow.” 

Franky blushed furiously, covering his crotch with his hand. 

“No!” Mindy said, stepping toward him. “I mean… uh… here.” She set the sweater and leggings on the bed. “Let me help you up.” 

She bent over and offered her his hand, giving him a prime view down her shirt as he did so. Her breasts surged forward, the deep valley between them now a chasm showing the curves that suggested the tips of her breasts as her nipples budded and pressed against the material of her bra and cami. 

“No, don’t!” Franky said, pushing her hand away. 

Mindy snapped upright, surprised. “I’m sorry! I was just trying to help.” 

Franky, blushing and embarrassed, reached for the nearest thing he could to cover his crotch, grabbing the pillow from his bed.

“It’s okay!” Mindee said, reaching toward him but stopping herself. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” She said. “That looks… uh…” She glanced behind her, the open door a problem she could easily solve. She closed it softly, then turned to Franky, still sitting on his floor with a pillow in his lap. 

Mindy bit her lip as she glanced at the pillow, then at Franky’s eyes. “Can I see it?” 

“What?” Franky asked. “Don’t… stop teasing me. Just get out of here. It’s bad enough you saw the box. You probably think I’m some kind of freak.” 

“I’ll go if you want me to.” Mindy said. “But I don’t think you’re some kind of freak. I… I actually found what was in the box really hot. Like… really, really hot.” 

Franky looked at her, confused. “Now I know you’re messing with me.” He shook his head. “Did Veronica put you up to this?” 

“She didn’t.” Mindy said, stepping closer, her hands wringing nervously. “I… I’ve always thought you were cute and…” 

“What?” Franky asked, startled. 

“But you had a girlfriend.” Mindy said. “So I didn’t say anything.” 

“Yeah, a girlfriend who dumped me for being a freak.” Franky scoffed. 

“Because of your dick? I mean, it’s bigger than average, but I don’t think that makes you a freak.” Mindy said, squatting down with her hand on his bed. 

Franky’s eyes shot to her knees, her skirt falling on either side of her legs and her knees together to prevent the peek. “No, not that.” Franky shook his head and gestured to the box he’d put under the bed. “For that. The BDSM stuff, and the anime, and... she was always on me to grow up, and then she found some of my porn, and she dumped me.” 

“Oh.” Mindy said, bending to look under his bed. She spotted the box sitting among a few other boxes and pulled it out. “So this is where you’ve been hiding all your DVDs and manga.” She said, smiling. She pulled the OVA out of the box and turned the case over, looking at the images as much as the text. “I don’t think this makes you a freak either. Or if you are, I guess I’m a freak too.” She smiled. “We can be freaks together!” 

“We can…” Franky looked between her and the bound heroine on the box several times. 

“You know, if this were an anime, you’d let me help you up, but then I’d trip, and we’d end up on the floor together in some compromising position.” Mindy glanced significantly toward his crotch. “Your dick would press under my skirt, and I’d make one of those noises the girls always make when the guys touch them here.” 

She parted her legs, sliding her hand along the top of her thigh to lift her skirt and prevent it from falling down. Franky’s eyes followed the soft skin from the inside of her knee, across her thigh, to the peach panties, where a small dark spot could have been a shadow or the start of something much more promising. 

Franky swallowed. “Are you… serious?” 

Mindy nodded. “I want to watch this.” She said, holding out the DVD for him. “With you. And I want you to take off those pants. I want to see your… your dick.” She licked her lips. 

“Aren’t you…” Franky hesitated to ask anything that might sink his chances, but he had to be responsible. Even though they were in the same year, he was older than her. Mindy was eighteen, and this was a side of her he’d never seen before. She was so innocent, so young, and although Veronica had teased him that Mindy was a hentai freak, he’d thought that was just teasing. Now, he found it was true, and here she was asking him to watch porn together? 

“Aren’t you a virgin?” Franky asked. 

“Oh.” Mindy said, her face falling. Then, she smiled. Inspiration struck. “I am… but, if you teach me how to have sex, how to… do this…” She held up the DVD again. “Then, hopefully, I won’t be for long. Teach me? Seonbae?” 

“Seonbae?” Franky asked, confused. 

“It means Senpai.” Mindy said, standing up and offering Franky her hand to help him to his feet. “Would you prefer I call you Senpai?” 

“I…” Franky hesitated, then the words rushed out of his mouth in geyser. “YesIwouldLikeThatVeryMuch.” He took her hand, feeling her soft, smooth skin against his keyboard-calloused fingers.

She tilted forward as she pulled, then smiled and set her weight back on her heels, squatting down and lifting Franky to his feet as he stood, then helped her. 

“Is this really happening?” Franky asked. “Are you serious about this?” 

Mindy nodded. 

“Shouldn’t we… I don’t know. Should we go to dinner or something first?” Franky asked, glancing toward his closed door over Mindy’s shoulder. 

“Veronica’s ordering pizza.” Mindy said. “But… this says the first episode is only twenty minutes.” She glanced toward his computer. “Do you want to wait?” 

“NoIdon’t.” Franky said, taking the DVD from her and nearly losing the disc as he popped the case open, tearing the plastic sleeve as he did so. 

Mindy smiled, turned, and locked the door with a soft click that caught Franky’s attention. She smiled at him and moved to stand before the bed. 

“Where should I sit, Senpai?” Mindy asked, raising her voice in pitch. 

“Uh…” Franky took a second to gather himself, then cleared his throat. “On the bed.” He gestured, and Mindy sat. She shifted, sitting crisscross like before, but now without her leggings. Her skirt sagged back, falling up her thighs to show her panties when Franky turned her way. He coughed and had trouble walking to the bed. The bed was arranged so its side was directly across from the computer. So they sat side by side, watching the computer like a TV. He used the game controller to start the episode. 

The school scene started playing, where the top-of-her-class heroine was bombarded by her friends, who relied on her. The pressure of her grades, friendships, and clubs built as the story progressed, until her meet-cute with the story's cute but leering male hero. A social outcast, the boy, her next-door neighbor, was disliked by everyone else at school. 

Mindy watched, smiling as Franky’s eyes drifted from the short skirts on the screen to the short skirt beside him. Mindy shifted her leg and scooted closer to Franky, who took her cue and pressed his luck. He put his hand on Mindy’s knee. As the episode progressed and the young heroine discovered the young man’s kinky hobby, he moved his hand to Mindy’s thigh. Mindy returned the favor, putting her hand on his thigh and wrapping her fingers around his cock outside his pants. 

“You’re so big.” Mindy whispered. “How am I supposed to fit this in my mouth?” 

“In your…” Franky’s dick twitched in her hand. “In your mouth?” 

Mindy giggled. “That’s what people do, isn’t it? I want to try it. If you do. Can you teach me?” 

“Okay.” Franky said, nodding. “I’ll.. uh… I’ll teach you everything I know.” 

“I promise I’ll be a good student.” Mindy whispered into his ear. “Senpai.” 

His dick twitched again, and Mindy smiled, rubbing it. 

Franky became braver as she grew bolder, and he slid his hand along the inside of her thigh until he pressed the side of his pinky against the edge of her pink panties. 

Mindy took a deep breath, steadying herself. 

“Are you okay?” Franky asked, alarmed. 

“Yeah.” Mindy said. “Just excited.” 

Franky smiled. “Good.” He said. “I’m excited too.” 

Mindy knew the episode was coming to its climax as the hero started tying up the heroine and taking pictures of her. 

“Do you want me to take pictures of you like that?” Franky asked. 

Mindy’s eyes widened in panic. Pictures were dangerous. They could get online, and if her parents ever found out about this, she would be a very dead woman. She shook her head so quickly her hair flew, and Franky raised his hands. 

“Okay.” Franky said. “No pictures.” 

Mindy nodded. 

“Now, are you ready for me to… take it out?” Franky asked. 

Mindy nodded even more rapidly, training her eyes on his crotch as he unbuttoned the top of his jeans. His white cotton briefs peeked out as he lowered the zipper, and Mindy’s eyes followed the bulging snake as it appeared and disappeared into his pant leg. 

“Do you want to pull it out?” Franky asked. 

Mindy didn’t answer but reached her hand slowly into the divide of his pants. He shifted and tugged them down a little, making it more comfortable. She parted the opening of his briefs, struggling as her hand fished through the opening until she clasped him in her palm, her fingers wrapping around him. 

“Oh.” Franky gasped, and Mindy smiled. 

She knew what Veronica meant now. She was making him feel good. Not the porn, her. Mindy was bringing him pleasure, and that made her feel powerful. It made her feel good, beautiful, cute, sexy, ethereal, and lusty at the same time. She wanted to pump him in her hand until he came. She wanted to taste the tip of his cock on her tongue. 

Mindy pulled him free of his briefs, his dick towering out between the flaps of his jeans. 

“Wow.” Mindy gasped, her eyes following the veins as they stretched from under the purplish mushroom head to the curly black hair at its base. His dick was one and a half to just shy of two hand-widths of Mindy’s hands. It was the biggest, and only, dick she’d seen in real life so far. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Franky asked. 

Mindy shook her head. “No.” She whispered. “Am I doing it right?” 

Franky nodded. “You could tighten your grip–there you go.” 

Mindy took a deep breath and let her eyes drift back to the screen as she pumped Franky’s cock in her hand. On the screen, the hero brushed his hand between the bound heroine’s legs, pushing the ropes against her. Mindy sucked her breath as the tip of Franky’s middle finger slid against her lips, soaking her panties with the juices drooling out of her as her lower lips parted. 

Mindy looked down to see the wet spot on her panties growing until it reached the edges. Her high-waisted panties showed off the arch at the top of each leg where it met her torso, and her black curly hair pushed softly against Franky’s hand as he rubbed just above her pussy with his fingertips. Electricity rolled through Mindy as he spun his fingers, and she tightened her grip on his cock. 

“I’m going to put my hand into your panties, okay?” Franky asked, and Mindy nodded ferociously, lifting her hips to push against his hand. He smiled and slid her panties aside. His slick finger slid against her, then curled up from the bottom, parting her with his fingertip and then pushing into her. 

Mindy gasped and grabbed his wrist. 

“Sorry!” Franky said and started to pull his hand away. 

“NO!” Mindy whisper-shouted. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!” She pulled his hand back and pushed his finger into place. 

“Okay.” Franky said, chuckling. “Wow, you really are a lewd little schoolgirl, aren’t you?” 

Mindy blushed, panting from the pressure building in her body. Every touch from his hand sent electricity into her, and she stored it, a battery building charge. She whimpered but held his wrist firmly in place with one hand and pumped his cock faster with the other. 

“Say it.” Franky whispered, watching her now instead of the screen. 

“Say it?” Mindy asked, gasping as his thumb slid against her clit, pinning it and causing her to writhe in pleasure. “Ah!” 

“Say you’re a lewd little schoolgirl.” Franklin whispered. 

“I’m a…” She gasped. “I'm a lewd little schoolgirl.” 

“Say it again.” Franklin whispered, his commanding voice sent shivers wriggling down Mindy’s thighs. 

“I’m a lewd little schoolgirl.” Mindy said, tightening her grip on his wrist and his cock as she drew closer to the edge. 

“Say you’re a dirty little slut.” Franky said his voice husky. 

“I’m a dirty little slut.” Mindy said without hesitation. 

“You are, aren’t you?” Franky asked, the question as rhetorical as it was amusing to him. “Show me your tits, you slut. Pull them out, make them bounce while you fuck yourself on my fingers.” 

The barrage of commands overwhelmed Mindy, and she pressed back against the wall, pushing her groin against his hand, which she held in place, and he pushed his finger into her. 

She let go of his wrist long enough to pull her cami down in one pull, showing her bra. It wasn’t very pretty or sexy. It was a solid color, peach, with a tiny bow in the center. It matched her panties before she’d soaked through them. Now, it was a lighter shade, and she pulled the cups down in two quick draws that released her brown nipples into the air and to his hungry gaze. 

Her breasts were just as large as those of the busty schoolgirl in the hentai, and Franky didn’t hesitate to suck one into his mouth. 

Mindy cried out in a cute little noise like she’d seen the girls in hentai do, and she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward against his hand. She still had his cock in her other hand, but she’d stopped pumping until she remembered she was supposed to. Franky’s tongue on her sensitive nipple twisted and played against her flesh while he sucked at her breast. His finger pushed into her and slid out, fucking her while his thumb toyed near her clit, charging her pleasure for inevitable release. She gripped his hair now, pressing him against her breast and pumping his cock with her other hand. Every breath caused her to squeak and moan, crying in gasps and chirps no bird could make. 

“I’m a lewd little schoolgirl, Senpai. A dirty little slut. If you teach me, I'll be your dirty little slut.” Mindy gasped, unprompted. 

She felt his cock in her hand shudder and then felt a splash of warm goo against her thigh. She gasped and twisted, but she was held in place as Franky stopped sucking and fingering, going rigid and still. His entire body shuddered several times, and then he stopped, withdrawing his hand and rolling slightly so his back was to the wall again instead of leaning over her. 

“Good girl.” Franky said, breathing heavily. “You made me cum.” 

“I did?” Mindy asked, looking down. It was undeniable. Warm white goo slid from her thigh, not in danger of getting on her skirt, which was now up around her waist. There were several dark spots on the mattress between them, too. Mindy beamed with pride. “I did it!” She whispered. “Was I good?” 

“You were fantastic.” Franky assured her. “Sorry you didn’t get there, but next time I’ll make sure you cum first so you can know what it’s like.” 

Mindy nodded, curiously poking at his goo on her leg. The pleasure he'd built in her was still there but fading. Still, she'd enjoyed it, and it felt good. The sensations had been so much more potent coming from someone else, as opposed to masturbating. Distracted by studying the stuff on her thigh, she scooped it from her leg. 

Franky didn’t say anything or stop her, so she lifted it on her fingers, spread them apart to see it stretch, then pushed her fingers together and licked them tentatively. The salty taste was strange but pleasant. There was a slight citrus to it she couldn’t describe, and the texture was unique. 

Mindy pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. 

“Holy shit.” Franky said, panting. “I think I’m good to go again.” 

Mindy’s eyes gleamed. “Want to tie me up this time? Like in the video? It looked like she had an orgasm; maybe I will, too?” 

Franky nodded. 

“Pizza’s here!” Veronica’s voice called from the top of the stairs. “Stop watching hentai and come eat dinner, you weebs!” 

Franky looked horrified. Mindy giggled. 

“After dinner?” Mindy asked. 

“Sure…” Franky said. “Though I don’t know when my parents will be home.” 

“Don’t worry. I’m sure my parents will let me stay over.” Mindy said, smiling. 

“They let you stay over at a guy’s house?” Franky asked. 

Mindy laughed, sliding off the bed and fixing her skirt and top. “Don’t be silly. They’ll let me stay over at Veronica’s house. As far as they know, you don’t exist.” 

Franky tilted his head, unsure what to say to that. 

Mindy put her sweater back on, left her leggings on his bed, and opened the door. He hurriedly shoved his dick into his pants and zipped up, following her. She took his hand in the hallway, smiling and leading him away. 

“Ooo.” Veronica teased as they came down the stairs together. “Does this mean you’re boyfriend/girlfriend now?” 

Franky and Mindy looked at each other. Both of them blushed, smiled, and looked away. 

“Yeah. I guess it does.” Franky said, shrugging at his sister’s teasing. “So you can quit teasing the poor girl now.” 

Veronica looked surprised but happy. “Well, good. About time you got someone.” She high-fived Mindy, who giggled. “But seriously, Girl, you have horrible taste in men.” She rolled her eyes, put her arm in Mindy's, and swept her into the kitchen where their pizza awaited. 

Franky laughed and followed. None of them might know what the future held, but these last few months of high school certainly looked brighter than they had yesterday.