Altruistic Student

My name is Chloe, and I’m a Junior at St. Jude’s Academy. I’m captain of the cheer squad, head of the debate team, and—most importantly—I have the highest community service hours in my grade. While other girls spend their weekends at the mall, I spend mine giving back to the pillars of our community.

Today, my service appointment was with Mr. Higgins. He’s a retired city clerk who lives in a small, dusty house that smells like old newspapers and peppermint candies. He’s what some of the meaner girls might call "repulsive," but I think he’s just precious. He’s nearly eighty, with a belly that hangs over his belt like a soft, pale dough, and skin that looks like a crumpled brown paper bag. He has these tiny, watery eyes and a little tuft of white hair that always sticks up in the back.

He’s just so adorable.

"Now, Chloe, dear," he wheezed, his voice sounding like a rusty hinge. "I believe it's time for my afternoon... wellness check."

"Of course, Mr. Higgins!" I chirped, giving him a bright, wide smile. I was wearing my school uniform—the short plaid skirt and the white knee-socks—because it’s important to maintain a professional student image even during service hours.

I helped him settle into his oversized floral recliner. He looked so fragile and needy, like a little old bird. It’s honestly heartwarming how much these elders rely on us. As part of the "Intergenerational Harmony" program, we're taught that our youth and vitality can be shared to help the elderly feel connected.

Mr. Higgins reached out a trembling, spotted hand and patted my thigh. "I'm feeling a bit... tense today, sweetheart."

"Don't you worry," I whispered, leaning down to kiss his wrinkled cheek. "I'm here to help."

I knelt between his legs, my skirt bunching up around my hips. With practiced efficiency, I unbuttoned his trousers. He didn't have a very strong scent—mostly just old man and soap—and as his member slid out, I couldn't help but giggle. It was small and pale, looking almost like a little cocktail sausage. It was just the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"Oh, look at you!" I cooed, stroking it gently. "You're just a little guy, aren't you?"

He let out a shaky moan, his face flushing a deep, blotchy purple. I felt such a sense of pride knowing that I was providing this essential service. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, humming softly. I made sure to be extra thorough; after all, I wanted a gold star on my service report.

After a few minutes, Mr. Higgins breathed out a ragged sigh. "I think... I think I need the full treatment, Chloe. For my circulation."

"Whatever you need, Mr. Higgins!"

I stood up and stepped out of my panties, tossing them onto his coffee table. I climbed onto his lap, straddling his soft, wide stomach. As I lowered myself down onto him, I felt him stretch me open. He wasn't like the boys at school who were all muscle and awkwardness; he was just a warm, heavy presence.

As I began to bounce, the recliner creaking under our combined weight, I looked down at his face. He looked so happy, his mouth hanging open, a little bit of drool escaping the corner of his lips. It was just so precious how much joy a little bit of student effort could bring to someone so lonely.

Squish, squish, squish.

The sound of our bodies meeting was wet and rhythmic. I closed my eyes, imagining my guidance counselor's face when she saw my updated hours. I was really making a difference. I felt the familiar heat building in my core, my own body reacting to the sheer altruism of the act. When I finally peaked, arching my back and crying out, I felt Mr. Higgins shudder beneath me, his small frame shaking as he released his load deep inside me.

I collapsed against his chest, smelling the peppermint and the musk. I stayed there for a moment, petting his thin white hair.

"You're such a good girl, Chloe," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Higgins," I beamed, sliding off him and quickly tidying myself up. "I'll see you next Tuesday for our next session!"

I skipped out of the house and headed back to school, feeling a warm glow in my heart. Helping the elderly is just so rewarding.