Almost Worth It
by Bastige



Lily was a girl who lived in my freshman dorm - Asian, medium height, athletic
but with a nice well-rounded figure. People referred to her as "that hot Asian
girl on the second floor" behind her back. But only behind her back, because
Lily was somewhat of a bitch and would undoubtedly let you have it if she
heard you calling her that.

Lily loved to talk. It was her primary means of enjoyment in life. There just
didn't seem to be any kind of connection between her mouth and brain. More
than once, a bunch of us would be sitting around chatting in the lounge on in
the hall, and Lily would make some incredibly asinine comment, and we'd just
wince and look away. She'd just look around at us with eyes wide and say
"What? What?"

One day she was eating lunch in the dorm cafeteria along with me and two other
people on our floor, Rob and Emily. She was telling the story of how she
kicked her brother in his balls when they were younger.

"It's kind of hilarious when boys get kicked down there," she snickered. "They
just crumble."

"Oooh," Rob winced, shaking his head.

"Was he OK?" Emily asked, looking concerned.

"Well, we took him to the emergency room," said Lily offhandedly. "He had
trouble walking for a couple days, but he was OK."

"Why would you do that to your brother?" I asked, looking at Lily sharply and
wondering why this story was so funny to her.

"Hey," she said, "I was just trying to kick him in the butt. It's not my fault
that his balls got in the way."

This was one of those times when we all just looked away.

Anyway, the worst thing about Lily's obnoxiousness was that she could get away
with it. And the reason she could get away with it was that, despite her
annoying personality, she really was a hot girl. She realized this, of course,
and milked it for all it was worth. One time when we were standing in the
hall, I couldn't help but let my eyes rest on her breasts. She saw me looking
and arched her back, so that they strained the fabric of the tight striped
shirt she was wearing. My eyes nearly bugged out of their skull.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, suddenly indignant. "Better stop that,
or you'll lose your manhood."

I wasn't very happy about the "lose your manhood" threat, but I had been
staring pretty obviously, so I let it go. But that wasn't the last time Lily
gave me a hard time, and it really started to get on my nerves. It seemed as
if she targeted me specifically, realizing my minor obsession with her body.

"Don't just take it," suggested Rob. "Get her back."

"How?" I asked.

"I don't know," he mused. "You could walk in on her when she's in the shower."

"Whoa," I said, "I don't know, that seems like going a bit far."

"Hmm, yeah, maybe so," he agreed. "You could...um...put some embarrassing
pictures on her door."

We brainstormed a little more, without much success. But as Lily's teasing
rankled me more and more over the next couple weeks, the shower idea just
stuck in my head and kept growing and growing. It wasn't sexual assault,
right?, I asked myself. Just a freshman prank. I'd seen and heard of worse.
And besides, she richly deserved it. And I'd get to see her naked. Yeah, I
admitted to myself, that was the main attraction of the plan. And that's what
eventually tipped the scales and made me decide to do it.

The perfct opportunity came one Sunday afternoon when I noticed Lily walk into
the bathroom in a towel, barefoot, carrying a basket with shampoo and soap.
Most people were out of the dorm, so I figured she'd be alone in the bathroom,
and I wouldn't accidentally frighten or embarrass any other girls. Butterflies
were in my stomach as I contemplate the suddenly very real possibility of
finally getting to see Lily's body in its full glory. I felt a tightening in
my pants, and my breath came quicker and quicker.

Should I really go through with this?, I thought. For a second I wavered, and
almost gave up the idea forever. But then I thought to myself that this was my
freshman year, and if I didn't do anything crazy now, I never would. So with a
huge grin on my face, I crept up to the girls' bathroom and quietly opened the
door.

Inside there was a row of stalls, but only the one on the far end was
occupied. Slowly, letting the sound of the running water hide the sound of my
footsteps, I tiptoed in front of the shower stall. My manhood was straining
against my cargo pants; he excitement was incredible. Taking a deep breath, I
reached out and yanked aside the shower curtain.

And there she was, naked and glorious. For a split second she stood there
frozen, and I instantly took in everything - the long black hair plastered to
her neck, the water splashing off her tan shoulders and running down her full
breasts, past those wine-dark nipples, over her long hips and down her
well-muscled legs, dripping from the thin little strip of straight black hair
between her thighs.

Then Lily shrieked, and clapped her hands over her breasts. Shocked out of my
reverie, I took a step back. She realized abruptly that she had left the
bottom half uncovered, and sent one hand darting between her thighs, leaving
one of her breasts uncovered. Lily slipped to the side, and had to reach out
her other arm to prop herself against the stall wall, exposing her chest again
in the process.

"Get out!" Lily yelled at me in a shrill voice. "Get out!!"

She dropped to a crouch and glared at me, but was already retreating, mumbling
apologies but grinning hugely. The look on her face as I backpedaled around
the corner was pure murder, and I was loving every minute of it.

Outside in the hallway, I leaned against the wall, breathing hard and feeling
both triumph and painful arousal. My penis was actually throbbing now, and my
balls were aching a little. I wanted to run straight to my room and relive
myself, but I had to savor the moment.

A few seconds later, Lily came stalking out of the bathroom, wrapped in her
towel, dripping wet. She walked past me toward her room.

"Hey Lily," I said magnanimously, still unable to wipe the huge shit-eating
grin off my face. "I'm sorry, it was just a prank..."

She didn't say a word, but as she walked past me, she abruptly whirled. Her
foot shot out, and I caught one more glimpse of black pubic hair as her leg
snapped up out of the towel. But that didn't even have time to process,
because her foot slammed right up between my legs and into my balls, crushing
the up against the pelvic bone.

And then, as quick as she had done it, she turned and stalked away to her
room.

The effect was devastating. At first there was a flash of sharp pain in the
balls themselves, like getting kicked hard in the shin. I jacknifed forward
and grabbed myself, watching Lily's towel-wrapped form retreat down the hall.
All my arousal had evaporated in an instant. I tried to let out a scream, but
it choked in my throat and just came out a gargle. Then my nuts just went numb
for a moment, and in that moment I thought: Oh fucking God, Lily just
seriously kicked me in the testicles. And then: I probably deserved it.

And then the real pain hit, not in the nuts themselves but in the pit of my
stomach. I had been hit where it counts before, by basketballs or flying
objects, but never like this, and I was totally unprepared for it. It was like
my whole world shrank down to a little circle of pain, and I stopped caring
about anything, I just wanted it to stop. My knees gave out and I slid down
and off the wall, falling on my knees and then forward onto my face because I
just couldn't take my hands off my testicles. If you had offered me a million
dollars right then, I don't think I would have been able to pull my hands out
from between my legs. If I could even hear you.

Waves of agony were shooting through my lower body, from the stomach around
back to the kidneys, up into my chest and down to my hips. I felt my stomach
churn and wondered if I would throw up. My eyes were scrunched tight, and my
face rubbed against the rough carpet as I squirmed. Tears started flowing from
my eyes onto the floor and wet my cheeks; if I could have breathed, I would
have started sobbing.

Rob and Emily wandered into the hall and saw me hunched over like that.

"Oh my gosh!" Emily exclaimed.

"Hey, Seth, did you get hit in the nuts, man?" Rob asked, concerned. He walked
over and looked down at me. "You OK, buddy?"

I didn't answer, of course.

"Oh my God, is he crying?" Emily gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in
agitation.

"Shit!" Rob said.

"Should we call an ambulance?" Emily asked.

"No!" I managed to spit out through gritted teeth. The unbearable pain was
still twisting my guts, and now added to that was the embarrassment of having
my friends see me in this pathetic state. "I'll...be...OK."

"What happened, man?" asked Rob.

"Just...lemme..lone," I gasped, turning my face down into the carpet to avoid
looking up at them.

Just then Lily came strolling down the hall, in tight jeans and her trademark
striped T-shirt, looking chipper.

"Hey, guys!" she said. "How's Seth doing?"

"Did you kick Seth in the nuts?" Rob asked, incredulous.

"Yup!" Lily said, stopping next to me and looking down. "Is he enjoying it?"

The worst pain of my life continued to rack me, and more of my tears soaked
the carpet. I let out a little groan.

"Jeez, Lily, that's dangerous! You could really hurt him!" fretted Emily,
wringing her hands. "Why did you do that?"

"He walked in on me while I was in the shower," Lily answered plainly. "On
purpose."

"Whoa, Seth, did you really?" Rob asked.

I of course didn't answer.

"He got a good look too," Lily declared with a serious expression. "He got to
see everything. Isn't that right, Seth?"

"He just walked in on you?" Emily gaped. "Seth...what the fuck?" The
sympathetic concern disappeared from her face.

Lily squatted down next to me and looked at my red tear-stained face.

"How you doin', Seth?" she asked. "How are those balls of yours?"

"Well, Seth," said Emily, "I wish I didn't have to say this, but you deserved
it. Hope you're not injured or anything." She turned and walked off to her
room.

Rob shrugged and walked off after his girlfriend. "I'm stayin' out of this
one," he declared.

I was left alone with my agony and the one who had given it to me. She reached
out a hand and ruffled my hair insultingly, and then gave me a couple soft
little slap-pats to the cheek. I wished to God I could retaliate, but the only
movement I was yet capable of was more agonized squirming.

"So I just have one question," she said. "Was it worth it? You got to see me
naked. Was it worth a little kick in your manhood?"

I just tried not to look at her.

"Wow," she said, wiping a finger on my cheek, "I thought big boys didn't cry."

Embarrassingly, at that moment, a cramp hit my stomach and more tears came
rolling out of my eyes.

"Man," Lily sighed, "I'm glad I'll never know what that's like."

She sat for a few more seconds in silence.

"OK," she said, leaning over to talk softly into my ear. I could feel her
breath on my face. "I've gotta go. I just want you to remember one thing, OK?"

"You know what you're feeling right now? I made you feel that. It wasn't even
hard for me to do it to you, either. And if I feel like it, I can make you
feel this way again, any time I want."

She stood up and sauntered off without a word.

It took another ten or fifteen minutes for me to finally pull myself up off
that carpet. Thankfully no one else came through the hall and saw me. As I
staggered off to my room, one hand still cupping my balls, the other braced
against the wall for support. As the pain receded (somewhat), I reflected on
her question. Had it been worth it? After all, I got to see Lily naked, which
had been an amazing sight, and one I otherwise would never have gotten to see.
And I did embarrass her, maybe almost as much as I had been embarrassed by
what she had done to me afterward. Pain was temporary, after all, and it could
have been worse. Forever after, when we saw each other in the dorm, I'd know
that she had the power to put me on the floor in agony, that was true - but
we'd both know she no longer had a good excuse to do so. But she, on the other
hand, would always remember that I knew what she looked like naked.

Maybe it had been worth it after all.

I got back to my room, shut and locked the door, and collapsed on my bed for a
while in a fetal position, letting the pain drain away. My mind was drifting
back to the vision of Lily, standing stark naked in the shower stall,
desperately trying to cover herself with her hands. My arousal started to
slowly creep back, and I reached my hand down into my pants...

And then I found out what happens when one does that right after getting
kicked in the balls, and I nearly cried again. That's when I decided it hadn't
quite been worth it. Almost worth it, but not quite.

The End