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Title: Lucky Tickets
Author: JiMC
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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they
are not really characters in this story.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely
seems to be similar to the real universe. Most of the
characters in this story are under aged, however the
target audience is adults (people over the age of
eighteen) with broad minds.
Chapter 5
I didn't sleep very well that night. My mind kept
nagging at me for being very boorish with the three girls
last night, and Marla the previous day.
I couldn't believe that I had accepted sexual favors from
the three girls, but afterwards didn't think to give them at
least a kiss good-bye. My best friend's sister, Patrice, had
told me that she felt like a cheap whore when a previous
boyfriend didn't kiss her after she had performed oral sex on
him. I had promised myself that I would at least show
appreciation for the things that people do for me.
The thing that made me feel worse was that I had even
reminded myself that night to kiss them all afterwards. What
a fucking jerk I was!
In my defense, I guess I could say that the last couple
of days were my first experiences with members of the
opposite sex. I was bound to make mistakes like that. But
this rationalization rang hollow to me, as I rolled around
restlessly in bed right then. My young mind kept needling at
me constantly, telling me that inside I was no better than a
rapist. And I couldn't deny that. I had forced a bunch of
girls to perform sexual favors for me.
Interestingly enough, never once did I think of actually
getting rid of those tickets that had made the past few days
happen!
The next morning, both my mom and Merry noticed my mood
at breakfast.
"What's the matter, dear?" Mom asked.
I yawned. "Didn't get much sleep last night," I said,
not wanting to lie to my mother.
Mothers seem to have an immediate reaction to such
statements, and mine was no exception. "That's what you get
for being out so late las night." My mom had the uncanny
ability to twist things around to remind you how you managed
to mess up. It made no difference that I knew, and she knew,
that my coming home forty-five minutes late from the mall
wasn't the cause for me to lose a lot of sleep.
I knew better than to respond to this other than say, "I
guess."
My mother seemed mollified.
I ate my cereal in silence, not wanting to look at
anybody, and still feeling like the worst person in the whole
wide world. My mother reminding me about breaking curfew
didn't help how I felt about myself.
After breakfast, I cleaned my bowl and spoon and went
back to my bedroom. In the relative privacy there, I thought
back on my actions of the last couple of days. I had
considered myself a rather reasonable person, and had once
thought myself to be a gentleman. How could I have changed
so drastically and so quickly?
There was a gentle knock on the door of my room.
"Who is it?" I asked, sullenly.
My step-sister's voice came from the other side. "You
have a phone call."
"Thanks, Merry. I'll pick it up downstairs." I wondered
what Jack wanted; Jack being the only person that ever called
me on the phone.
"It's a girl," Merry added as she went back downstairs.
A girl? This couldn't be good news.
I went downstairs to the study. It was empty and I
picked up the phone. I heard the click as Merry hung up the
other extension.
"This is Jim," I said.
"This is Patty," came the voice. After a few seconds
pause, she added, "from last night."
I remembered Patty, of course. She had given me her
first ever blow job last night. But what was she doing
calling me?
Worried about what she wanted, I said, hesitantly, "Uh,
huh. What's up?"
Patty's voice seemed concerned. "It's about last night.
I know we're supposed to meet at the mall tomorrow, but can
we meet today? I need to talk to you."
Oh, shit. She must remember about last night. Didn't I
tell the girls to forget what happened? NO! I HADN'T! And
now she's remembered!
I knew that I was totally fucked now. But I had to
answer her. "Um... it's about ten minutes to get there from
here. Let me ask my mom if I can go there..."
I put down the phone and went to find my mom. I
remembered her mentioning my getting home late last night,
and that she obviously hadn't forgotten it. Would she allow
me to go to the mall this morning?
I considered--then rejected--the idea of handing my mom
one of my lucky tickets. If Patty and the other two girls
remembered what I did last night, then I would just be
compounding any problems that happened by putting my mom
under as well. And, of course, I had promised myself that I
wouldn't take advantage of my mother. At least THAT was one
promise that I had kept, so far. Not a biggie, but it was
still something in my favor.
Mom was doing some ironing. "Mom... can I hang out at
the mall?"
Mom looked at me. "Honestly, Jim. I have no idea what
you kids do at the mall all day long!"
I nodded. "I know. But can I go?"
Mom thought and said, "Well, I shouldn't, after you
showed up here close to eleven o'clock last night!"
"Oh, Mom! I said I was sorry! I didn't notice the time!"
My mother looked at me. "Well, at least you aren't
moping around. Do you have money for lunch?"
I had a few dollars... enough to purchase something at
one of the restaurants at the mall. "Yeah."
"OK. Dinner is at six. Think you can make it?"
My mother had asked that sarcastically, but had a wry
smile on her face.
"Yeah. I promise."
"OK, Jim."
I moved closer to where she was, at her ironing board,
and reached up and kissed her. "Thanks, Mom!"
I went back to the phone, happy that my mother was no
longer mad at me, until I recalled the dread that I felt when
I realized that Patty had remembered what I made the girls do
last night.
"I... uh... I can be at the mall in ten minutes," I said
on the phone.
There was a pause, and then Patty said, "It might be
better if I pick you up at the corner where we dropped you
off last night. We really need to talk."
"Fine," I said, with a mixture of regret and insecurity.
I heard Patty hang up, and then I eventually heard dial
tone. At least Merry had really hung up. When she was a
couple of years younger, she had the annoying habit of just
pretending to hang up and then eavesdropping on
conversations. I think her dad may have corrected her
behavior on that, but waiting to hear dial tone after hanging
up had become habit.
I walked out of the house, and made it to the designated
corner when I realized that I had forgotten my precious
tickets. They were still in the brown bag hidden under my
bed! There was no way that I would be able to fix things up
without the tickets!
I went to run back to the house to pick up the tickets
when a green car slowed down next to me. I looked at the car
and saw that Patty was inside.
At least she was alone, I thought to myself. I looked
around and there weren't any policemen present.
Patty reached over and opened the door. "Get in!"
I got into the car, feeling quite naked without the
tickets. Maybe this was God getting even with me for making
all those other girls get naked.
Patty pulled away from the corner and headed down the
avenue. I noticed that she didn't take the turn toward the
mall.
"Where're we going?" I asked.
"Lake Shore Point," Patty answered.
"Why?"
"We need some privacy, and hardly anybody parks there
during the day."
I nodded, and there wasn't any more conversation.
Nervously, I bit my nails as Patty drove into the Point and
picked a parking spot far away from the road. Hers was the
only car visible.
She turned off the engine, and turned to me. "We need to
talk."
I decided to play innocent, and find out what she knew.
"About what?"
"Last night."
"What about last night?"
Patty's eyes burned into mine and she took a deep breath.
"I don't know how you did what you did to us last night. I
don't think any of us would have gone out with a kid your
age. And we certainly wouldn't get naked or... you know..."
I nodded. "So why did you do it?"
Patty looked at me, wondering whether to believe my
innocent act or not. She sounded less sure now. "You...
um... you did something to me... to the three of us. None of
us would ever have done any of that, especially together or
with you."
I shrugged. "What did I do?"
I could see Patty's anger was rising, but she finally
said, "I don't know."
There was silence. I didn't want to break it, so I
waited for Patty to start again.
"Listen, Jimmy..."
"Jim," I said, quickly.
"OK. Jim," Patty said, getting exasperated. "I... I
don't know how to say it... but I'm want to say up front that
I am not mad at you."
That caught me off guard. "Huh?"
"I'm... I'm not mad," Patty repeated.
She paused again, looking like she was trying to put her
thoughts into words. "Look. I know that you did something
to us. You expected us to do whatever you said, and we did
it, no matter how we felt about what we were doing. Don't
bother denying it; there's no other explanation."
I had no response for her. Of course, I had done
something. But I had no intention of explaining those magic
tickets to her. First, she would never believe me. Second,
even if she did believe me, what would prevent her from
telling people what I did, or about my tickets?
I continued looking at Patty, not responding to her, and
trying to look innocent.
"OK, Jim," Patty said. "You win."
Now it was my turn to be confused. Was this really the
end of it? Somehow, i doubted this very much. I shrugged,
continuing to feign my innocence.
Patty shook her head and said, "I... um... had fun last
night."
"Uh, huh," I said, not believing her for a minute. I
wasn't going to let her trick me like that.
"No," Patty said when she heard my reaction. "I really
did."
"You enjoyed masturbating yourself and blowing me in
front of your friends?"
Patty blushed, but quietly said, "Yeah."
I looked at her, shook my head, and said, sarcastically,
"Yeah, right. Good one. Sorry... I forgot to laugh."
Patty looked hurt, but understood how she sounded. "I'm
serious!"
I continued shaking my head. "First, you accuse me of
forcing you to do something... apparently against your will.
Next, you are trying to tell me you liked it. So... how
could it have been against your will, then?"
Patty considered. "Well... last night... I didn't feel
like I had a choice when you said to do something."
"But how did I force you? Did I threaten you?"
Patty shook her head. "No..."
I continued to press her. "Did I twist your arm behind
your back? No! How did I force you?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Patty said, frustrated.
It was at this moment that I realized that the
impossibility of the situation that was the only thing that
was keeping my secret from being found out. I started
feeling a bit more confident. I mean, I could see Patty and
the other two girls going to the police, saying that I
molested them, but they couldn't truthfully say that I
threatened them; I had no form of blackmail over them. How
could I have done this? The idea was laughable.
"I'm confused, Jim." Patty started to sniffle.
Patty's comment snapped me from my reverie. "I'm sorry
you're confused, Patty."
Patty looked me in the eyes again. In a soft voice, she
said, "And I wasn't kidding when I said I enjoyed it."
Once again, I shook my head. "Right. You enjoyed it.
So, give me a blow job now, then. OK?"
Patty looked at me, and then down at my crotch. She
started to say something, but stopped.
Nothing happened for about two minutes.
"You're not forcing me right now, are you?" Patty asked.
"How can I force you?" I asked. "You could probably
beat me up, or get a boyfriend to do so."
Patty seemed quite confused.
I had no idea what was going on in her mind. I guess
that I thought that Patty had expected me to say exactly what
I did, and then be forced to blow me, in order to confirm her
suspicions. It hadn't worked simply because I had given a
time limit on the effect of the tickets, but Patty had no
idea about that.
Once again there was a few minutes of silence in the car.
Finally, Patty said, softly, "Do you want me to undress
before I blow you?"
Now it my turn to be confused. I had no control over
Patty, since my tickets weren't with me. My only command
that might still have any control over her was my order for
her to practice girl-girl sex with Wendy and Camille before
the three of them met me the next day.
"Huh?" I asked, utterly astonished.
Patty smiled, and blushed. She started unbuttoning her
blouse.
I watched, mesmerized, as this girl... this girl that was
(for once) not under my power... was actually undressing in
front of me at Lake Shore Point! She was going to get naked!
Patty was quite efficient at removing her clothes, having
a lifetime of experience, and soon she was buck naked, with
her clothes folded neatly in a pile on the back seat behind
her. She smiled, and looked me in the eyes, and she reached
for my crotch, and started tugging on my zipper.
I was still frozen in shock. Things like this didn't
happen, especially without my lucky tickets! But it was
actually happening!
Patty had my jeans unbuttoned and started tugging them
down. I automatically lifted my butt to allow her to slip
them down to my ankles.
My prick was semi-erect.
Slowly, as if in a dream, Patty leaned over my stiffening
rod, and opened her mouth, engulfing it.
"Hmmmm," she moaned as she started her sucking, sending
wondrous vibrations up and down the shaft.
"Patty, you realize that you are doing this on your own,
right?"
"Ummm, hmmmm," she answered, vibrating me some more.
I watched her head move down, my view of what she was
doing blocked by her lovely and curly red hair, which looked
like a dark orange explosion in my lap. I could feel her
lips sliding up and down my shaft as her mouth continued
sucking.
Patty's oral talent had gotten a bit better than when she
started the previous night, probably because she had at least
done it before and wasn't as hesitant. It also felt like she
was able to get more than an inch of my now totally erect
cock into her mouth, which was more than she had accomplished
the previous evening.
I caressed Patty's lovely hair, and looked over to my
left to see her cute rounded butt pointing away from me near
the steering wheel. I noticed that my left arm was long
enough to allow me to fondle her ass, and I received another
vibratory "hmmm" from Patty as I squeezed one of her butt
cheeks.
I hadn't had too much experience with fondling girls'
asses, but I caressed her lovely orb the same way that I had
played with Camille's breast the night before, and judging
from her hmmm's, Patty seemed to like it.
I was intrigued by the slit in her ass, knowing that her
pussy was underneath it, also hidden from my view. I moved
my hand further down her bottom, and lightly massaged between
her legs.
Patty also seemed to like this, and shifted slightly so
her legs were a bit further apart, apparently to give me
better access. Emboldened, I pressed a bit harder into her
moistening opening, receiving another "hmmmm" for my efforts.
In fact, Patty seemed to realize that the vibrations were
affecting me in a positive way, and had started humming as
she continued to suck me.
My dick couldn't take too much of this, and soon I felt
the familiar sensations of my eruption about to happen.
Patty also seemed to notice, because I felt her suction start
to increase, as if she were trying to suck my semen straight
out of my balls.
An expression that Jack had used the other
day--"suck-start a Harley through the exhaust pipe"--suddenly
made sense, and the idea of Patty doing so almost made me
explode in laughter at the mental image. Luckily, I didn't
laugh, but my cock quickly erupted its seed into Patty's
eagerly sucking mouth.
I must have squirted two or three times, and Patty didn't
cough or choke this time, managing to swallow every drop.
For another minute or so, my balls continued to contract
spasmodically, and Patty continued her sucking action.
After a minute, my prick started to wilt in her mouth,
and my balls had stopped their spastic activity. Patty let
my shaft slip from her mouth, and then surprised me by
rolling over in my lap, so that she was now facing up at me.
Patty had a lovely smile on her face, and her red hair
was again massed out over my lap, feeling soft against my
legs and penis.
For the first time, I saw Patty's naked body in the
bright sunshine. I saw once again that her breasts were
small compared to Wendy's, a bit bigger than Merry's. Her
pubic patch was a little strip of very light red hair. The
previous night, I had thought it was darker, like an auburn
color, but in the light of day, it looked more blonde, like
girls with strawberry blonde hair.
Patty didn't show any modesty as I gave her body the once
over.
Remembering the thoughts that had haunted me when I had
gotten into bed, I smiled at Patty, and bent down and kissed
those lips that had only recently been encircling the shaft
of my penis. Without hesitation, I touched my tongue to
hers, tasting the slight bleachy-salty taste from my semen.
The kiss was only for a few moments, and I broke it off.
"I loved that..." we both said, together. Then we both
broke out in laughter as we realized we said the exact same
thing a the exact same time.
Then I realized the meaning of Patty's words. I was
reacting to the orgasm that Patty had given me. But Patty
apparently had really enjoyed sucking me!
I looked at her, curious. "You love sucking me?"
Patty giggled. "I told you that before. Twice. Don't
ya listen?"
"You're not mad at me?" I asked.
Patty shook her head. "No. I know that it was my
decision... and my decision alone... to blow you. You didn't
force me. I'm still not sure about last night, though..."
I wasn't satisfied. "You're still mad about last night?"
Patty seemed to think for a few moments. "Let's just say
that the jury is still out on that one, Jim."
"How about me in general, then?"
Patty smiled. "Oh! I guess I'd have to say that I love
you."
Love? Did Patty just profess her love to me? A boy that
was two years years younger than her?
"Patty," I said. "This is getting out of hand."
The red head shook her head on my lap and smiled. "No.
You misunderstand. I don't mean boyfriend and girlfriend.
I'm not really sure how to describe it. I'm not in love with
you, But I still love you."
I didn't understand the distinction between the two. I
looked away from Patty, afraid to show her my naivete. I
found myself looking at her breasts, the bulk of which, like
Merry's, seemed almost non-existent as she lay on her back.
Her breasts had round, pink areolae, which encircled small,
erect nipples.
I changed the subject. "Do you mind if I play with
them?" I asked, referring to her breasts.
"Don't ask me that way," Patty said, softly.
"Huh?"
"Tell me that you will play with my breasts. Don't ask
me."
I was confused. This is not proper sexual etiquette,
although I doubt that there was a book written on that
subject. I shook my head and repeated, "Tell you?"
"Yes," Patty said. "Tell me what you want to do... or
just do it. Don't ask me."
"Why not?" I asked.
One again, Patty shook her head on my lap,
unintentionally rubbing my penis with her red mane. "Jim. I
love you. You don't need to ask me if you want anything.
Play with my tits. Stick your cock in my cunt. Stick it up
my ass. Make me lick a girl's pussy while you piss on my
belly. Make me suck and fuck the entire football team. Do
whatever you want with me. Tell me what to do--but don't
ask!"
I couldn't believe my ears. First, I had never really
heard a girl use words that vulgar before, except when
Patrice was teaching me about her body, and Patrice used
softer words. Second, it sounded like Patty was giving me
free reign over her body. This was totally outrageous--and
it was happening without the tickets!
Patty saw the look in my eyes, and she sighed. "What's
the point in you asking, Jim? I'll say 'yes' to whatever you
want to do. Why? Because I love you, like I said. But I
also know that like last night, even if I'm not sure if I
want to do what you say, I'll do it anyway. And I want to do
it."
This was too much for my mind to handle. "You'll do
whatever I ask?"
Patty smiled and nodded. "Of course."
"Then bring me home."
Patty smiled, and got up off my lap, sliding over to the
steering wheel on the front bench seat. She turned the key
in the ignition...
"Wait!" I said.
"Yes?" Patty said, sweetly, grinning at me.
"You're not getting dressed first?"
Patty giggled and said, "Make it an order, and I'll do
it."
I sighed. "Get dressed, Patty. Then take me home."
It took Patty a couple of minutes to dress once again,
seemingly uninhibited at having a fifteen year old boy
watching her do so. I pulled up my underwear and pants after
her naked bits were covered.
Patty put the car in gear, pulled out of the Point and
back onto the main highway.
I didn't say anything as we drove back--I was thoroughly
confused. Was there some side effect of these tickets that I
hadn't foreseen? Would the same strange things happen to
Merry, Patrice, Marla, Jack, Wendy, Camille, and whoever else
gets a ticket?
As we got closer to my house, an idea formed in my mind.
I had Patrice stop at the corner where she had picked me up
earlier, and told her to wait for me to return.
I ran to my house, and got the bag with my tickets
inside. I ran back out and back to Patty's waiting car.
"Drive to the mall," I told Patty.
Patty smiled and drove the few blocks to the mall.
I had Patty park in an area away from the mall, where
there were few cars parked, mostly belonging to employees of
the stores at the mall.
"Have a ticket," I told Patty as soon as she was parked.
"You have one wish," she intoned.
"Tell me what you really mean about you doing everything
I tell you to do. I want to know why you are doing this."
"Your wish is my command."
I got a bit more than I bargained for.
* * *
In tenth grade, Patty had sex for the first time. Her
boyfriend was a junior, and Patty didn't tell me the name of
the guy. Anyway, he seemed to think that in return for him
buying her dinner and taking her to a movie--an expenditure
of about ten dollars, Patty added--he deserved to fuck her.
Patty didn't know the boy's intentions when he asked her
to sit in the back seat of his car for a few minutes. And
when she found out his intentions, she explained that she
didn't see things the same way as he did. Maybe a bit of
kissing or stuff, but Patty had no intention of losing her
virginity in the back seat of some jock's car.
The two of them argued, and Patty lost the argument when
her boyfriend, fed up, simply pushed her down, pinned her
arms, proceeded to pull Patty's dress over her head and
ripped her panties off her hips. Patty was very scared.
Despite the fact that she was not ready for him, the
boyfriend pushed into her anyway.
Patty said that his penis burned as it went in. The
boyfriend didn't seem interested in her pain, and Patty felt
like her insides were being ripped in two as he pushed right
through her hymen on his way to a quick orgasm--the boy
didn't even last a minute.
Patty's boyfriend even had the fucking nerve to call her
a "good piece of ass," which added to Patty's humiliation,
shame, and betrayal.
Patty felt dirty and terrible inside afterwards, silently
blaming herself for what happened. She never told her mother
or any of her friends. She also worried about pregnancy for
a few weeks until she finally got her period.
Patty had nightmares about the rape for months
afterwards, and felt extreme guilt when she heard that the
jock was dating other girls. Would those girls be subject to
the same cruel behavior, and if so, would it be Patty's fault?
The rape occupied Patty's mind for almost a half year.
She couldn't bear to contemplate going out on a date again or
even touch herself in the privacy of her own bed, thinking
her body as having been violated.
Patty's friend Camille (whom I had met the previous
night) knew that Patty was hesitant about dating, but
eventually she was able to get Patty to go out on a double
date with a rather nerdy guy.
It took some time, but Patty finally began to get over
the rape and her fears. She started dating again, but was
careful to avoid being trapped like she had been the first
time. She also started using birth control in order to avoid
the scare of pregnancy.
The second time Patty had sex, it was she that instigated
it. She thought that she liked the guy she was dating, and
they had gone out a few times. Patty had started to feel
like her old self.
The two of them had taken to parking at Lake Shore Point,
a popular place for teenage necking. They started with
kisses, and on the second date, graduated to petting, getting
heavier and heavier.
When Patty decided to go all the way, the boy was eager
to please. They did the deed, but it had left Patty
particularly unfulfilled. She didn't orgasm, nor had she
been able to achieve one at her own hands ever since the rape.
She talked with the school psychologist about her
problems, avoiding discussing the specifics of her rape and
her failure to achieve orgasm, things she felt weren't
appropriate discussion with a school official. Despite her
avoiding those topics, the psychologist had suggested that
maybe Patty was afraid to let go. The shrink tried to get to
the reasons behind Patty's inhibitions, but by the beginning
of this summer, the school year had ended and Patty stopped
visiting him.
Patty gave up on boys once again, thinking that she would
have to live the life of a hermit. She would never again
enjoy sex. There would always be that part of her life that
forever would be denied to her.
Until last night.
For some reason, despite the fact that Patty saw me as a
younger boy, she noticed that I seemed to radiate sexuality
and confidence. She and her two friends took me to their
favorite clearing at Kneely Park. And Patty noticed that
whatever I suggested, all the girls--including Patty--would
do. They all stripped for me, stripped me, and I even had
her friends discuss their sexual fantasies and openly
masturbate in front of me.
Before Patty had realized what had happened, she had
achieved a small--but to Patty, a very important--orgasm. A
part of Patty's life, which Patty had never thought would be
available to her, had come back.
Patty had watched as Camille stroked me to a messy
orgasm, and Patty offered to get some Kleenex to clean up.
Camille instead suggested that she could simply lick up the
mess, which had shocked Patty. The idea of putting a boy's
sperm in her mouth seemed repulsive, although she heard
stories that some girls did it.
Camille knew that Patty was very sensitive about boys,
although she didn't know the specifics about the reason, so
Camille didn't press the subject. But I asked Patty if she
ever performed oral sex. She shook her head no, and then
Camille suggested that she give my semen a little taste.
Patty didn't want to.
And then I told her, "Come on, give it a try."
And Patty found herself--to her amazement--licking it,
feeling the slimy fluid on her tongue. The whole idea made
Patty a bit queasy.
Patty was about to tell us that she didn't like it when I
told her, "It's not really disgusting."
And, just like that... all of a sudden, Patty somehow
knew that I was right. Her mind had changed. It wasn't
disgusting. Patty eagerly returned to my lap, and eventually
actually sucked me off, allowing me to shoot into her
unsuspecting mouth, which caught her by surprise.
After the evening was over and we all went home, Patty
continued to think about what happened during that night as
she lay in bed. She replayed the events in her mind, over
and over, masturbating as she did so. She managed to
manipulate herself to three more orgasms, Each one was
stronger than the last. Patty seemed to have come out of her
shell.
Patty told me that she was in awe of me. Although she
knew that I seemed to order her to do things, she realized
that I had done it nicely. It was as if her own feelings
were important to me. Patty knew that being able to make her
do things, I could probably just have made her lick me off
despite the fact that she thought it was disgusting, but I
hadn't done it that way.
The more she thought about me and the power that she saw
in me, the more she realized that this was important to her.
Patty had experienced four orgasms in one evening... and she
attributed them all to me!
So, last night, Patty determined that she would be with
me, and she would feel a freedom to do whatever I said. And
she'd do it not because I had this weird power, but because
she would want to. She knew that I was powerful, but gentle.
I could probably easily make her comply with my wishes, but
if I did, I'd do it in a way that would make her feel glad
that she did what I wanted.
Patty found in me a powerful force, one that she would
happily devote herself to.
* * *
I listened to Patty's story in stunned silence.
In retrospect, having thought about her story for years
since then, I can now see that Patty seemed to be riding on a
pendulum. At one point in her life, she was miserable,
unable to orgasm, all because a boy forced her into having
sex. And then, all of a sudden, she finds herself happy,
orgasmic, and all because a boy forced her into having sex.
Of course, I didn't make this connection at that time.
Anyway, I gave Patty another ticket, and gave her an
order to answer all my questions truthfully.
"Your wish is my command."
"Patty, that was a very sad story you told me," I began.
Patty smiled and said, "But it has a happy ending!"
"Let me continue!" I said. "As I said, it was a sad
story. I'm happy that you have found the ability to enjoy
sex again. But this cannot be the basis of a long term
relationship!"
Patty shook her head. "No, silly! I'm not thinking of a
long term relationship. Last night, you seemed more
interested in Wendy and her big boobs than in me and these
little cupcakes. I don't want to interfere with you and your
love life."
"Then I'm confused, Patty," I said. "You told me that
you'd fuck me willingly. Even fuck the entire football team,
if I remember correctly. And all because I told you to do
so."
"And I will," Patty answered. "And I will suck you, and
do whatever you want. I'm only doing this as my way of
saying 'thank you.'"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "This isn't entirely
true. Nobody says 'thank you' that way. I think you're
leaving something out."
Patty closed her eyes and then nodded. "Yes. But I was
being truthful. You seem to like giving orders, so I will
like taking your orders and doing whatever you say. But you
are right. I get something else out of this."
Ah, ha! "And what would that be?"
"I haven't had an orgasm for the better part of a year.
And now I've had four since last night. So, I get
pleasure... real pleasure with other people and with myself
again. And..." Patty's voice dropped.
"And what?" I asked.
"Well," Patty said hesitantly, "if I'm just acting on
your orders, then whatever I do will be because you told me
so. No guilt!"
"Uh, huh," I said. "And you said you're not in love with
me?"
Patty smiled. "Not 'in love with you.' No. But I love
you for what you've helped me achieve."
"OK. Let me think about all this," I said.
"Sure," Patty said, giving me her biggest smile. "And
then I would like you to tell me about these tickets you've
got."
Oh, fuck.
* * *
I gave Patty another ticket, and told her that while I
will tell her what I know about them, she would never be able
to tell anybody else in any way about them, nor would she
ever try to take them from me, nor have anybody else take
them.
"Your wish is my command."
I then noticed that Patty had accepted a wish without any
time limit. I figured that I'd need to think about this some
more.
I spent an hour telling Patty about the tickets, how I
found them, and gave her a pretty honest description of how I
had used them.
I thought that my description of my utter humiliation of
Patrice would give Patty second thoughts about how wonderful
a guy I was, but she actually knew Patrice from school, and
said that she was a classic bitch and probably deserved most
of what I had given her.
Patty, for her part, told me that she had remembered me
giving the girls the tickets at the lingerie shop, but she
had put hers in her purse, and had quickly forgotten about it
afterwards.
Patty then ransacked her purse, but the ticket that I had
given her was nowhere to be found, nor were any of the ones I
had given her today. This mirrored Merry's claim that she
had "lost" that special ticket number one. We wondered if
there was any significance to this.
Patty also seemed impressed with me that I not only
admitted that I was a virgin to her, but that I had not used
the tickets to take a girl's virginity, and seemed to be
taking my time in losing my own. She freely offered her own
services to me, but I declined, but said that I wanted to
find the perfect situation.
Patty made it seem like she was just a bit hurt that I
didn't consider her the right person, but I pointed out that
she had said she wasn't really in love with me and she
nodded. I think her expression of hurt was just for my own
benefit.
I was glad to have Patty's feminine insights as I
recounted my story. She pointed out some things that I could
have done differently, and where I may not have done
something the way she would have preferred, but she wasn't
too judgmental. In fact, she said that I had shown a lot
more maturity in my actions than most boys a couple of years
older would have showed.
I beamed under Patty's praise, and she promised that if I
let her, she would help me find exciting new ways of using
the tickets.
We sat in the car, thinking about what we had just
discussed.
Patty broke the silence. "All this talk about wishes...
Do you know what I wish?"
"What?"
"I wish that some boy would... you know... maybe one
younger than me... and he'd... you know... pull my fuckin'
slacks off, and then pull off my panties. And then he would
rub my crotch with his fingers, and bring me to my first
orgasm that wasn't self-induced."
I smiled. "Your wish is my command!"
We both laughed as we played this game.
I did exactly as she asked, and found that she was
already dripping in anticipation, probably from all the
sexual activity that I had just described to her.
Removing her panties, her car became full of her feminine
arousal.
"Should I rub you... HERE?" I asked, putting my thumb
and index finger on either side of her clitoral hood.
"Ahhh... You know where..." Patty breathed, her eyes
closed.
Patty squealed when my fingers found their target. I
gave her my best, drawing upon my instructions from Patrice
and from what I had watched Wendy and Patty do the previous
night. Patty sighed repeatedly in utter contentment, and
soon her breathing started getting ragged as Wendy's had, and
I knew that she approaching her limit.
I quietly moved my hand around, and felt Patty's crotch
undulating as she tried to maximize the stimulation on her
clitoris.
When Patty's orgasm came, I was surprised. The previous
night, Patty's response to her orgasm was quite muted. But
today, she sounded like a wild woman... even to the point of
almost barking!
"AHHH! AHHH!" screamed Patty, moving her hips violently
up and down against my hand.
I looked around to see if anybody was near our car in the
parking lot that might have thought that I was killing the
poor girl, but thankfully, we were alone.
"Oooh!" sighed Patty as her orgasm continued to wash
over her.
Patty's movements were not as violent any more, but the
noises she made let me know that it still hadn't finished
yet. I once again marveled at the female's capacity for long
orgasms. I knew that if I had an orgasm for that long, my
entire body would probably have been sucked inside out and
squirted through my penis!
Finally, Patty quieted down. Her eyes were still closed,
and her thighs were clamped tightly together, as if she were
trying to keep my fingers from touching her sensitive spot
any more. Her breathing was still deep, and I saw her erect
nipples make indentations on her light turquoise blouse as
her breasts moved up and down with her gasps of air.
Knowing that Patty had requested that I don't ask for
permission, I smiled, and with the hand that was not trapped
between Patty's legs, I gave her right nipple, the closest
one, a little tweak.
"Oh!" Patty reacted, startled at my touch. Then she
smiled at me, which made me smile back at her.
"That was... intense," Patty sighed.
"Tweaking your nipple?" I teased.
"No, silly!"
I grinned. "Ready to get dressed and get into the mall?"
Patty looked longingly at me. "Um... I'd love to, Jim...
But..."
Hmmm. This was the first time that Patty refused a
request. I was intrigued.
Patty looked as if she were ready to cry. "I have this
desire... this need... to meet with Cammie and Wendy... we're
supposed to... you know..."
Oh, fuck. I had forgotten about that "order."
"OK. Get dressed and drive!"
"Sure thing!" Patty said, smiling.
I decided to have Patty drive me to Wendy's house (where
she and Camille had planned to meet today). When we got
there, Wendy met us at the door.
Wendy was surprised to see me with Patty, but I simply
handed Wendy a ticket.
"You have one wish."
"You no longer have to put on a show for me tomorrow.
Can you please fetch me Camille?"
Wendy intoned, "Your wish is my command."
When Camille came to the door, I repeated the same wish.
I was about to leave, when Patty ran after me.
"Jim! Wait!"
"What's up, Patty?" I asked.
"You... um..."
"What?"
Patty looked around, and her two friends were still at
Wendy's door. She whispered, "You didn't cancel my order!"
"Oh!" I said, realizing the situation I would be putting
Patty in if she found herself forced to practice something
with two unwilling partners. I looked back and saw that
Wendy and Camille were still looking at us, and whispering
between themselves. I decided that I had to do something
about them. "Let's go back."
Patty was a bit hesitant, but decided to go back to
Wendy's front door again. I reached into my bag and pulled
out three tickets and handed them to all three girls.
"You have one wish," all three girls intoned.
"Wendy and Camille, I don't want you curious about these
tickets any more."
I thought that this would be too complex or too long
(without a limit), but the two girls said, "Your wish is my
command."
I then told Patty that she was released from her previous
order.
"Your wish is my command."
I decided one more test, and handed two more tickets to
Wendy and Camille.
"You have one wish," the two girls said.
I said, "I want the two of you to like me, to trust me,
and to think of me as a good friend."
Again, I had given a wish without a time limit.
"Your wish is my command," the two girls intoned.
Good. I now had three friends who liked and trusted me.
Not necessarily lovers, but friends. And, thanks to Patty, I
was finding that having friends was pretty important.
I said good-bye to the girls, and Wendy and Camille both
asked me if I really had to go.
"Yes," I said, a bit sadly.
I turned to walk down the sidewalk, and Wendy ran after
me, yelling, "Wait!"
I turned around, and was almost tackled by Wendy.
"What's up?"
"Just this," Wendy said, and she kissed me on my cheek.
I smiled. My first kiss from a real friend--or, at
least, as real as those tickets could make.
Camille saw Wendy's action, and did the same. This time,
however, I took the initiative and kissed Camille on the
cheek.
Patty was right behind Camille, and kissed me full on the
lips. "Let me drive you home."
"Sure thing, Patty," I grinned.
The two of us waved to our friends, and we went back into
Patty's car.
As soon as I entered the car, Patty said, "Thank you."
"What for?"
"Oh... everything. For being nice with the tickets. For
being you. The usual thing." Patty giggled.
"Drop me off at the usual corner," I said.
Patty seemed like she was going to protest, but she kept
herself quiet. I could tell that she was thinking to herself
and I gave her some space to do so.
I wondered what she had wanted to say.
When we got to the corner of my block, I opened the door,
but made sure to give Patty one more kiss before I left.
As I exited the car, Patty opened the passenger window,
leaned out, and said, "You know, you're going to have to get
used to me parking at your house. You'll also have to
introduce me to your family, especially if I am going to give
you a blow job every morning without fail until I find a
steady boyfriend."
Patty grinned and then laughed at my stunned reaction,
and took off before I could respond.
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