How to Meet Girls

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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How To Meet Girls

Mrs. Lewis had just finished going over the homework assignment for her 3^rd period eighth grade math class when there was a soft knock at the door and the principal entered the classroom. A boy with a bright red face was behind him. “Here’s the new student I told you about,” the principal said as he guided the boy to the front. “This is Greg Bishop. He’s officially in seventh grade but he’ll be taking your math class.”

“Come in Greg,” Mrs. Lewis said. She turned to the class and said, “This is Greg Bishop. His family just moved in and he’ll be in class with us. Greg, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?”

Greg stood there frozen like a deer in headlights.

“Besides math, what are you good at?” Mrs. Lewis asked, trying to get him to speak.

“Uh, baseball,” he said.

“And what do you hope to learn this year?”

“I don’t know,” Greg said. “How to meet girls?”

The class roared with laughter and it took a moment for the teacher to regain control. “Why don’t you take a seat over there,” she said, pointing to an empty desk.

“He can sit over here,” one boy said, pushing an empty desk next to his.

“Well, okay,” Mrs. Lewis said. “Go ahead and have a seat next to Chuck Bronson.” She looked at the clock and said to the class, “With just ten minutes to go I won’t start anything new, so if you can talk quietly I’ll let you socialize.”

“Hi, I’m Chuck,” Chuck said as Greg approached. “So are you really any good at baseball?”

“Yeah, I guess. I almost made on a traveling team at my old house. I think I would have made it but we had to move. I pitch and play shortstop.”

“I play third. We need a good shortstop. Robby Carter does his best but he’s not very good. He’s just a seventh grader, so I guess he’s okay. It’s an eighth grade team but we only have eleven so when he tried out he made the team. If you have any skill at all you’ll make it too.”

“I’m just a seventh grader,” Greg said. “I’m just real good at math so they put me in this class. But I’d like to play. Do you guys have a problem with seventh graders on the team?”

“No, not at all. It’s just that none of them want to try out. We need more players. If someone can’t play for some reason we don’t have many substitutes. We have practice after school today. I have an extra pair of shoes that might fit you. “

“Cool, I’ll be there. How come…” Greg was about to ask why seventh graders didn’t try out for the team, but the bell rang and Chuck got up. “I gotta go, my next class is on the other side and I gotta go wiz first.” He grabbed his book bag and was gone.

After school Greg waited at the field. A few minutes later the coach and the rest of the team came out in uniform and carrying their equipment. “That’s him coach,” Chuck said, pointing at Greg. He tossed a pair of baseball shoes to Greg.

“So you almost played on a traveling team?” the coach asked.

“Yeah, but we moved here,” Greg said as he changed shoes. “I don’t have a jock strap or anything. Can I still practice?”

“Well, I want to test you first to see if you’re as good as you say. Why don’t you warm up and stretch with the team first.”

Greg joined the rest of the team. He was introduced to all the players and took a place next to Robby Carter, the only other seventh grader. “How come you’re the only seventh grader on the team?” he asked as they stretched.

“I guess none of the others wanted to try out,” Robby answered. “It’s just…nothing. I don’t know why. But I did and I’m on the team. I hope you will be too.”

It seemed to Greg that Robby had something he wanted to say but stopped. He tried a few more times but Robby wouldn’t say any more. Then he was called to warm up on the mound. After a few soft throws he began to throw harder and harder until the coach called the biggest kid on the team to come up and bat.

Greg was pitching as well as he could, but he couldn’t get the kid out. The count was two-and-two but the kid just fouled off everything Greg threw at him. After fifteen pitches the coach called a halt.

“How is he Pete?” the coach asked the kid batting.

“Either I’m having a horrible day or he’s the best pitcher we have,” Pete said. “I can’t hit him.”

“Okay, let’s bring out goldilocks to pitch. Greg, you move to short, and Robby go to center.”

A boy with long hair hanging well below his ball cap starting warming up on the mound and Greg went out to Robby. “Hey, I hope you’re not pissed that I’m trying out in your position,” he said as Robby turned and headed for the outfield.

“Not at all,” Robby said. “I hate infield. But lousy as I am, I’m the best we have. So I hope you’re better.”

After a half hour it was obvious that Greg was much better. He showed his range and speed in getting to hard-hit grounders and making good throws.

The coach called everyone but Robby and Greg over to the dugout and they talked for a few minutes. When they came back out the coach said practice was over. Greg was confused because they’d only been out here for an hour and that seemed very short for a practice.

Chuck and two other boys came over. “Coach says as far as he’s concerned you’re on the team,” Chuck said to him. “But it’s up to the team to make the final decision. We’ll talk about in the locker room. Can you hang out here for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Greg said. He started to take off the borrowed shoes but Chuck said, “Keep them for now. You might need them again.” He and the rest of the team headed back into the locker room and Greg sat on a bench and waited.

While waiting, a girl came up and asked, “Do you know if Chuck Bronson has left already?”

Talking to beautiful girls was always a problem for Greg, and this girl was no exception. The only thing that saved him from blabbering was that she was here for Chuck, which meant she was off-limits to him.

“Uh, they are, uh, still in the locker room. I’m waiting for him too,” he said, and then he realized how that sounded. “To see if I made the team,” he quickly added.

“You’re new?” she asked. Greg nodded. “I’m Bre Adams, nice to meet you. Are you in eighth grade? I haven’t seen you in any of my classes.”

“I’m uh, Greg Bishop, and I’m in seventh grade.”

“And you tried out for the team?” she asked.

“Yeah, why, what’s the problem with that?”

“Oh, there isn’t any problem. It’s just that nobody ever does. There’s only one on the team, and he just moved here this summer.”

“Yeah, Robby Carter,” Greg said. He was going to say more but just then the door burst open and Chuck and a few other members of the team came out and ran to where Bre and Greg were.

“Hi Bre,” Chuck said as he approached. “I see you’ve met Greg.”

“Yeah, he’s nice. Did he make the team?”

“He’s got one more test to pass, but I’m sure he can handle it. Robby did, and Greg is much better than Robby. Did he tell you what he hopes to learn this year?”

Greg blushed and tried to stop him, but Chuck ignored him. “He wants to learn how to meet girls. In fact, you can help. If he passes the next test we’ll be down by the park at State Street in about half an hour. Maybe you can get a couple of girls to help him overcome his fear of meeting girls.”

“Sure, I’d be happy to help,” Bre said. She turned to Greg and said, “Don’t blush so much, you’ll do fine. Especially if you make the team. Girls just love boys who are on a team. Would you prefer girls from your grade or older ones?”

“I, uh, it just, I…”

“Some of each would be best I think,” Chuck said. “But we’ve got to get the final test underway. Look for us near the park in half an hour.”

Bre was already on her cell phone as she left. Chuck and the other two boys motioned for Greg to follow them. Greg was confused because they walked across the field and kept on going.

“What’s this test,” Greg asked as they approached the edge of the school property.

“The hardest one, one that all seventh graders fear,” Chuck said. “And only the very best can overcome their fear. That’s the first part. The second part is to protect their team. That’s the part I’m the most worried about.”

They walked until they reached a narrow path through the trees and brush. “This is a where you have to make up your mind,” Chuck said. “Your task is to follow this path to the end. Sounds too easy, I know. The part where your courage comes in is that you will be naked.”

“What?” Greg asked. “I can’t…”

“Then you won’t be on the team. Your tryout ends here. And you’ll have to master meeting girls on your own, and it will be harder now if you disappoint them by not making it on the team. Robby managed to do it; do you think he has more courage than you?”

“No, but…”

“Then there is no discussion,” one of the other two boys said. “This has been a team rule for years. You strip now and put your clothes in this gym bag. Then you follow the trail to the end and the gym bag with your clothes in it will be across the street. That’s the first part of the test.”

“There’s more?” Greg asked. He was wondering if being on the team was all that important. But baseball was part of his life. And Robby had apparently done this. “What else do I have to do?” he asked.

“Protect the team,” Chuck said. “If anyone sees you, you don’t say this was an initiation. Say anything you want, but you don’t involve the team as the reason for being naked.”

“People will see me?” Greg said.

“Maybe,” one of the other boys said. “Other kids use this path, and the park isn’t far from where your clothes will be.”

“But maybe not,” Chuck said. “We can’t say because we don’t control the path. But if you want to be on the team, all you have to do is complete both parts of the test—get your clothes back and don’t tell anyone that the team had anything to do with why you are naked. Robby managed to do that.”

“Did anyone see Robby?” Greg asked.

“Yes,” Chuck replied. “He can talk to you about it if you get on the team but not unless you make it. If you fail, none of us will have anything to do with you. And there is no traveling team within 50 miles of here, so baseball will be out for you. The best you’ll be able to do is watch us play and lose, knowing you could have been on the team and that you’re good enough that we could win a few games.”

The boy with the gym bag opened it up and put it in front of him. “We promise it will be there, nobody will take it. And your clothes will be inside. No tricks. If the bag isn’t there or your clothes aren’t in it then you can tell anyone you want what we did to you. But we want you on the team, so tricking you isn’t part of it. Courage and trust, that’s what we want to see from you.”

Greg really wanted to play, but he wasn’t sure if this was the price he wanted to pay. Then he thought about Robby and realized that he must have done this. No wonder he didn’t want to talk about it. But if Robby could do it, then—without further delay, Greg stripped, putting his clothes in the gym bag. Once he was naked, Chuck gave him his socks and the loaned shoes and the other boys took the bag and started running down the trail.

“Take your time tying the shoe laces,” Chuck said. “It gives them time to get there ahead of you. And we promise: this isn’t a trick. Your clothes will be there in plain sight.” Chuck turned and headed back towards the school, leaving Greg alone and naked.

Greg wanted to get this over with as fast as possible so he started to run, but then he realized he didn’t know how far he had to go so he slowed down to a jog he could maintain for an hour. The trail was twisty so he couldn’t see what was ahead of him. Then he heard a noise from behind him and got off the trail just in time.

Two boys on bikes rode past him. They were grade school kids, probably nine or ten years old. Greg realized that while jogging he couldn’t hear well and if they had been coming towards him he wouldn’t have had time to get off the trail, so he slowed down so he could listen better.

A few minutes later his decision proved itself. From just around a bend ahead of him he caught the faintest sound of two people talking and took cover behind some brush. Two girls about his age went passed where he was hiding without seeing him. But being naked and almost caught by girls caused his prick to start rising. He wondered if he should pause to do something to make it go down and decided to just get the initiation over with.

He hoped he didn’t have much further to go. As he rounded the next bend he came to a wide circular area with a pole on each side. The poles made no sense to him. They weren’t light poles and they didn’t seem to have any purpose. After pondering it for a few seconds he gave up wondering about them and continued across the open area to the trail on the other side.

He came to the end suddenly and almost got caught. One moment he was in the woods going around a sharp bend and the next he was on cut grass twenty feet from a street. Four boys and two girls were running down the sidewalk giggling and yelling. At first he thought they had seen him before he ducked back into the brush but they continued on their way. Once they were far enough away that he couldn’t hear them he approached the opening again only this time much slower.

The gym bag was under a tree directly across the street from him, not more that forty feet away. But was no cover at all from where he was to the bag, just grass and blacktop. He’d have to cross the street, grab the bag, and make it back before he could get dressed again, and hope that during that time that nobody would come by. The road curved in both directions from where he was so he couldn’t see far enough in either direction to see if a car or someone on a bike was coming.

He figured he’d have to take his chances and was just about to start across when a voice behind him said “What are you up to?”

Greg nearly jumped out of his skin, and turned to see that he was facing a police officer.

“I asked you a question,” the officer said. “Did someone do this to you? Are you being bullied? We take this sort of thing seriously in this town.”

“No, uh, nobody is bulling me,” Greg said. “My clothes are just across the street in that bag there. Could you get them for me?”

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” the officer said. Greg had no idea what that meant. “Come back here away from the street before someone sees you and then I’ll go and get your clothes.”

Relieved that he was going to be reunited with his clothes without having to cross the street, Greg followed the officer. He took him back to the opening and over to one of the poles.

“Turn around and put your hands above your head,” the officer said. “I don’t want to have to chase you through the woods while I’m across the street.”

“I won’t run,” Greg said.

“I know you won’t. Do what I said.”

Greg put his hand above his head and the office surprised him by slapping a handcuff onto one hand and then around the pole and on the other wrist. He then slipped the middle of the chain through a bolt so that all Greg could do was stand there.

“A few questions first,” the officer said. “Let’s start with an easy one. What’s your name and where do you live?”

“Greg Bishop, and I live at, uh, I can’t remember. It’s on Elm Street, we just moved there last week. Can’t you just get me my clothes? Then I’ll answer any questions you have.”

“Okay, so you won’t tell me where you live. Why are you out here running down the street naked? Do you enjoy showing yourself off? Is this this some sort of initiation or something?”

“I just don’t remember the house number, but it’s on Elm Street,” Greg said. He was close to tears and shaking with fear. “And I told you, nobody made me do this.”

“So it was your idea,” the officer said. “What you are doing is against the law. You could be charged with a sexual crime and have to be put on the sexual offender list. Unless you want to tell me the truth.”

“I’m not a sex offender,” Greg said. “Please, we can work this out. Please just get me my clothes.”

“Okay, I want to see what’s really in that bag. But if it looks anything at all like a bomb then I’ll have to call the bomb squad and have them blow it up. You wait here.” The officer headed towards the street.

Greg couldn’t imagine what he would do if the bag containing all his clothes was blown up. And what was he going to tell his parents?”

From his left, the side away from the road, he heard several loud voices. He squirmed and lifted and did everything he could but he couldn’t get the handcuff chain off the hook. He waited in horror as the voices got closer. He couldn’t imagine what was taking the police officer so long to get back—unless he was calling the bomb squad to come and blow up his clothes!

A group of eleven girls approached from his left. As soon as they came around the bend they saw him and hurried over to him. Bre was one of them and he knew several of the others from his classes. Then he realized this was the group of girls Bre had called so that he could learn how to meet girls! His dick began twitching in time with his heart, which was racing.

“Greg, did Chuck do this to you?” Bre asked him as the girls all gathered around in front of him. None of them had their eyes on his face. “Because if he did he and I are finished!”

“No, a police officer did,” Greg said. “He found me naked and cuffed me to this pole while he went to get my clothes.”

“Where are your clothes?” Bre asked.

“Across the street,” Greg said. “Could you unhook this chain please? And get my clothes?”

“Well, we don’t want to interfere with police activities,” Bre began. “But if you were naked when the cops found you, then what were you doing? Chuck said you had one more test to pass—is this it?”

“No, I was just out, uh, having fun. Chuck said everything was cool, I’m on the team.”

“Well, are you having enough fun then?” one of the girls from his class asked.

“No, please, I want to get down and get dressed and go home. Would you please go see what that cop is doing?”

Bre said she would and headed towards the street. She was back a few minutes later but she didn’t have the gym bag and the officer wasn’t with her.

“Greg, there is no police officer out there and I didn’t see your clothes anywhere. Now I demand you tell me the truth. What is going on? Did the team have anything to do with this?”

He wanted to tell. Surely this couldn’t have been part of the test, not with the police involved. He almost did tell her, and then he thought of Robby and how he had blushed when asked about why seventh graders don’t ever try out for the team.

“No, this has nothing to do with the team or anyone on it,” Greg said loudly. “Now, could you please get me down from here?”

“If they did that then you would run off before learning how to meet girls,” a voice said from his right. Greg looked and the entire team was entering the circle. Chuck had the gym bag in his hands.

“Introduce yourself to them,” Chuck said. “By the way, you’ve passed the test. You’re on the team now.”

“But the officer,” Greg began. Then he paused. “You set all this up?”

“Yeah. The police officer is my older brother. He’s not even a real officer, just auxiliary.”

“He’s got more to look at than Robby,” one of the girls said. “He’s bigger than Robby and he’s got some hair.”

“Hey, I’m right here,” Robby said as his face turned red.

“And three weeks ago you were right there,” one of the girls said. She walked up to him and kissed him. “And since then we’ve been doing pretty good. I like how you looked.”

“So go ahead and tell us about yourself,” Bre said. “You wanted to meet girls, there’s no better way than this. And you’ve showed that you can be trusted. It was us you had to protect, not the team.”

“Just get over being embarrassed and talk,” Chuck said. He dumped the gym bag on the ground. Inside were all of Greg’s clothes plus a complete uniform and a single key. “They’ll let you go when they feel that you’ve got enough confidence to be with them. They don’t like boys who are afraid of them.”

“Have fun,” Robby said. “It took me a long time before I gave up and just talked with them. It’s pretty horrible now, but worth it in the end.” He put his arm around his girlfriend and kissed her back. “I’ll see you at the burger joint when you are finished here.”

He and the rest of the baseball team walked away leaving Greg feeling scared and embarrassed. But if talking was the only way out, he knew he could do that. Just as soon as he could think of something to say.

An hour later a fully dressed Greg, joined by eleven girls (one of whom had an arm over his shoulder) joined the team for burgers and fries. And Greg had gotten over his fear of meeting and talking to girls.

(The End)