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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 6
I stood on the corner, watching dumbly as Patty's car
pulled away from me. I had seen her grin after she delivered
her bombshell, so I could only hope that she was joking.
Still, I had that nagging feeling dwelling in my mind:
What if she isn't joking? Well, there was nothing that I
could do about it right now. I realized that worrying about
Patty and her intentions wasn't constructive at the moment.
Just a few days ago, I was a carefree fifteen year old
boy enjoying his summer, who only really cared about flying a
Frisbee with his best friend, and who had absolutely no
sexual experience at all.
Now, as of this morning, however, I had received oral sex
on four separate occasions from three different girls, and I
had seen at least three other girls naked as the day they
were born. I had the facts of life explained to me, in
detail, from the humiliated sister of my best friend,
including first-hand visual aids and personal stimulation.
So, where was I going to go from here?
Patty, as I mentioned, was an enigma. She seemed to have
fixated on me as the sexual focus of her life for the time
being. I hadn't asked for it, nor had I expected it, and I
wasn't completely comfortable with the idea.
I decided to walk back to the shopping mall, and try to
take my mind off things.
* * *
I wandered aimlessly through the mall. I saw the record
shop where I had first seen Patty, Camille, and Wendy, as
well as the lingerie shop where I had put them under my power.
I realized that the shopping mall wasn't going to be a
place to take my mind off my tickets, especially while I had
those tickets in a bag that I was carrying around.
"Hi, Jim!"
I heard somebody calling my name. It was a female voice,
but not one that I immediately recognized. Since my name is
quite common, I didn't turn around immediately.
The voice got closer. "Jim! Jim!"
I turned, and saw Marla and Doreen walking toward me.
"Oh, Hi, girls! What are you doing here?"
"Shopping," Marla said. Then she shrugged and said,
"Mostly looking, actually." She grinned.
Marla moved away from her friend and moved over to touch
my hand. I think that her feelings toward me were just a
remnant from the orders that I had given her the previous day.
"I'm just walking around myself," I said.
"Where's Jack?" Doreen asked.
I shrugged. "I dunno. I didn't talk with him today."
Doreen looked disappointed. "Oh," she said, looking down
at her sneakers.
"So... you want to hang out with us?" Marla asked me.
"Hmmm?" I asked.
"Marla!" Doreen said, turning to her friend. "You know
that mom will be meeting us in just five minutes!"
Marla suddenly remembered. "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Jim.
Maybe we can meet here tomorrow when the mall opens?"
I wasn't really sure. Marla was a very nice girl, but I
also now had Patty to worry about. But Marla was also closer
to my age than Patty. "Yeah. Why not?"
"Groovy!" smiled Marla. She moved back to where Doreen
was standing, and said, "I guess we need to meet Aunt Ginny."
"Yeah," said Doreen.
I smiled at the two of them. "It was nice seeing you
two!"
The two girls waved and left down the aisle. They headed
into one of the anchor department stores and disappeared from
my view.
I had a fleeting thought of having Marla and Doreen
together, but quickly thought better of it. Those lucky
tickets had made my life complicated enough already.
* * *
I walked home from the mall, once again trying to make
sense of what Patty had told me earlier that day. She had
told me that she wanted me to order her around, like some
sort of slave. Although I hadn't had any problems giving
girls orders after giving them tickets, giving somebody
orders and having them follow them of their own free will
wasn't something I was sure that I was comfortable with.
I knew that despite my recent sexual activities, I was
still quite ignorant about the many intricacies about sexual
relations.
I decided that the best place to learn was from my first
sexual tutor.
At the door of Jack's house, I rang the bell.
Jack answered it. "Oh, hi," he said, sullenly. He
looked really bad.
I was concerned about my friend. "What's up, Jack?"
"I dunno," he said. "It's like things get weird, and
then it's like... I can't remember things. It's like my
grandpa was before he died. His mind seemed to have left
him. I think I'm feeling like that."
I think I knew the cause of Jack's problems: those
tickets. In retrospect, I guess I had probably given his
brain a few minor bouts of amnesia, and his conscious mind
was trying to put together pieces of a puzzle that would
never fit together. But even though I didn't make that
connection right then, I knew that what Jack was describing
sounded very much what I had done to him with the tickets.
Since Jack's attitude seemed to be my fault, I figured it
would have to be me that fixed it.
"Here, Jack. Have a ticket!" I said, pulling a ticket
from my brown bag.
"You have one wish," Jack intoned.
"OK, Jack. Don't worry about your memory. It's fine.
Things have been going well over the past couple of days."
"Your wish is my command."
Jack stood there, and after a second, shook his head. He
looked at me as if he hadn't noticed me before. His
composure brightened up considerably. "Oh, hi, Jim! I guess
we didn't meet up this morning."
"Yeah," I said, smiling. At least, it seemed that the
tickets might be able to help straighten things out.
Jack invited me into his house, and we headed downstairs
into his family's rec room.
"Where's Patrice?" I asked. "I didn't see her in the
living room."
"Oh, her," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Queen Bee got a
call from a few of her friends from school, and they picked
her up a half hour ago. She told mom she'd be out until
tonight."
"Oh," I said, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to ask
Patrice for advice.
Jack heard the tone of my voice and asked, "Why do you
care about her, anyway? She always treats the two of us like
shit."
"I know," I said, trying to sound normal. "I just didn't
see her before. And... she used to be nicer to us. I sort
of miss the old Patrice."
"The old Patrice is long gone," noted Jack.
I nodded my head ruefully. "Yeah."
* * *
I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Jack. I
left when I heard Jack's mother start supper, knowing that my
mother would kill me if I got home late two days in a row.
I had almost forgot my bag with the ticket roll in it as
I was leaving.
Jack noticed the bag. "You still playing with them
things?"
I tightened my grip on the bag. "I was trying to think
who they might belong to," I explained. "Maybe I'll see
somebody looking in that field for these tickets and there
might be a reward."
Jack laughed. "Fat chance!"
I laughed as well. "Yeah. But you never know until you
try it. Right?"
Jack bid me good-bye as I left. His spirits had risen
quite a bit since I had first arrived. I thanked the lucky
tickets that I was able to settle his mind.
* * *
I was ravenously hungry at supper that night. I had four
helpings of my mother's spaghetti. My step-father noticed
and said that if I kept up eating like that, I'd end up
looking like the inside of a golf ball.
I did my best to act normal. Merry didn't seem to have
any after-effects of the tickets, and I was glad that I
hadn't seen a need to use them on my mother or step-father.
I actually enjoyed eating dinner that night.
I helped Merry clean up the dishes, and the entire family
watched television afterwards. I don't remember what we
watched, probably Rowan and Martin, Dean Martin, or some
other variety show, but I do remember the whole family
laughing.
I went to bed early. The big dinner--as well as my lack
of sleep the past night and my extra-curricular activities
over the past couple of days--had made me quite tired.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
* * *
I usually don't remember my dreams. I mean, when I'm
dreaming, they seem so vivid, but as soon as I wake up, they
immediately start to fade from memory.
The next morning was an exception. I was in the boys
room in the junior high. One of the high school cheerleaders
was alone with me in the bathroom. We were kissing, and she
was giving me a hand job. I had pulled up her mini skirt,
and had started to put my hand into her cheerleader pants
when I felt an overpowering need to pee.
The urinals were right behind me, but the cheerleader's
hands wouldn't let my member go. They held me tightly as
they continued to rub up and down my shaft.
However, the need to pee was getting severe. I didn't
know if I would be able to hold out much longer. I also
didn't want to piss all over the cheerleader... after all,
she WAS giving me a hand job.
Suddenly, the cheerleader's pants disappeared, along with
her mini skirt. She was naked from the waist down, and she
raised one of her legs over my aching cock, which she still
had a tight grip on.
I couldn't believe the warmth of the cheerleader's pussy
as she lowered herself onto my cock. The problem was, my
dick still had this rather insistent need to relieve itself,
and now I was buried in the cheerleader's warm muff.
Somehow, the cheerleader managed to squeeze her thighs
together, and her pussy seemed to suck my entire shaft into
her hole.
And then I erupted...
And I was thinking..."OH, NO! I'M PISSING INTO THIS GIRL
WHILE I'M FUCKING HER!"
And I woke up in my darkened bedroom on my bed, sweating.
I had a raging morning hard-on, but my need to go wasn't
as extreme as it had been in my dream.
It took a few seconds before I realized a newly familiar
sensation on my hard-on. I could feel warm lips on the head,
and a palm jacking up and down on the shaft.
Was I still dreaming?
I was afraid to look...
My curiosity got the better of me, and I looked over my
chest down toward my legs. There was a pile of blankets over
my belly, and I couldn't see anything.
But I knew that I was being sucked.
My sleep-addled brain had me thinking thoughts that I was
being sucked by an invisible girl... maybe Wonder Woman in
the comics with her magic lasso. No... it was her plane that
was invisible. But wouldn't we both be in that plane, and
thus visible? (I never did figure out how that invisibility
thing worked.)
I felt a tongue start licking the head of my dick, and I
knew that the invisible girl was still there.
I looked around. I was in my room. I was wearing my
pajamas--at least the tops. And I had a blanket... my
blanket... piled on my belly.
This wasn't a dream. This wasn't Wonder Woman!
Slowly, and quietly, I moved the pile on my stomach, and
saw a crown of red hair moving up and down.
I knew that curly red hair... the image of that hair had
been etched into my mind less than twenty four hours before.
"Patty?" I whispered.
There was no response. She continued to slowly bob her
head up and down my shaft.
By holding my breath and sucking in my stomach, I could
see the outline of her eyebrows and nose on their upward rise.
"Patty?" I said, a bit more loudly, but softly enough
that I hoped nobody else in the house would hear.
Patty opened her mouth, and my penis fell out, still
hard, onto my stomach. She moved her head to look up at my
face.
"Took you long enough to wake up, sleepy head!" Patty
teased.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep
my voice down to a whisper.
"Giving you your morning blow job," Patty answered. "You
already shot a load, but it hasn't gone soft yet. I'm still
getting used to this."
I couldn't believe this. Patty was in my house--IN MY
BED!--casually sucking on my penis as if this was the most
normal thing in the word.
"It won't go soft until I take a piss!" I said, almost a
bit too loud.
Patty looked at my member. "Oh. I didn't know that."
She shrugged, and then giggled and looked back at me.
"Patty," I said, trying to talk some sense into this
loony girl. "You cannot be in here!"
Patty gave me this "how stupid can you be" look and said,
"Well, I need to come in here if I'm going to blow you..."
"I never asked for a blow job!"
If the cheerleader thing was a dream, and my idea about
getting a blow job from an invisible Wonder Woman was an
overworked imagination, then having Patty on my bed, holding
my pecker in her hand was an absolute nightmare. I just knew
that any minute, my mom would hear a commotion in my room and
come in to investigate.
Patty saw that I was serious, and her expression changed.
She was no longer mildly amused at me. She actually looked
hurt. "You don't want me?"
Oh, fuck. Now I had her thinking that I was throwing her
out. Well... to be truthful, actually I was! She didn't
belong in my room. But I didn't want her to think that her
efforts were unappreciated--especially after the story she
told me yesterday. But it was also true that I didn't want
to encourage her, either. Even if she didn't get caught
today, I knew that she'd come back tomorrow, and the next
day, and so on. And eventually, we would be caught!
"Oh, Patty!" I whispered. "I appreciate you coming
here... really I do! But you could get me in real trouble.
What would your parents think if they found a guy in your bed
with his head between your legs?"
"They wouldn't think anything of it if we were married,"
Patty said, wiping a tear that was starting in one of her
eyes.
"But we aren't married!" I said. "You yourself said we
weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend!"
"I asked you to take care of it with your parents," Patty
sulked.
I shook my head. How was I going to handle this?
"Are you parked outside?" I asked her.
Patty shook her head. "No. You told me not to drive
here. I had Wendy drove me."
Huh? Did I hear right? I caught myself before I almost
shouted. "Wendy drove you here?"
"Of course, silly," Patty said. "She has a Datsun."
I felt like this was one of those "I Love Lucy" episodes
where things keep getting more and more complicated. If I
knew Spanish, I probably would have said the exact same
things Ricky would say.
"Come on... get out of bed," I told Patty. I had
remembered that Patty had said she wanted me to order her
around; I hoped to hell that she would follow my orders
without question now.
Patty pulled herself to the foot of my bed and stood up.
I noticed, for the first time, that she was naked.
"Where the fuck are your clothes?" I once again almost
shouted.
"I folded them neatly in a pile in your closet," Patty
said, pointing.
"Get dressed and stay in here. I need to take a piss."
Patty smiled, "OK" and headed for my closet.
I found my pajama bottoms, along with my shorts, folded
neatly on a chair. Patty was apparently a very neat person.
I grabbed my bottoms and pulled them on quickly. I had to
piss so bad, I thought that I would burst.
I quietly opened the door, and the house sounded quiet.
I wondered how Patty had managed to get into my house. I
knew that my mother keeps the front door locked. Did Patty
use the back door? I couldn't remember if we locked the back.
In the bathroom, I discovered that thanks to Patty, I had
a woody that resembled the concrete Washington Monument more
than anything made of wood. I found that I needed to lean
over the toilet quite a bit--enough to make a bit of a mess
while relieving myself.
It felt like I would never stop pissing. There was a bit
of a burning sensation at the tip, which I would later
associate with pissing too soon after ejaculating, but the
feeling dissipated after about twenty or thirty seconds.
I finally managed to finish, and used toilet paper to dry
up some spots where I had missed my target.
I flushed and headed back into my room.
As I got to my door, my mother came out of her bedroom.
"Jim?" Mom asked. "Is anything wrong?"
"Huh?" I asked, trying to sound groggy.
"You're never up this early!"
"I had to use the bathroom, Mom."
My mother looked at me, and then down the hallway. "I
hope you cleaned up after yourself."
"I did," I said, dreading having to open the door to my
room. Patty was acting really strange, to say the least, and
I knew that I would never be able to explain her if my mother
saw her, naked as a jay bird.
My mother looked at me. "OK..."
I turned toward the door and opened it. I knew it would
be my moment of truth if Patty were standing there. As I
opened the door, I heard my mother's footsteps walking down
the hall.
I froze, my eyes still closed, not wanting to see Patty
there.
I heard the bathroom door open and then close.
My eyes opened, and Patty was nowhere to be seen. I
turned to look down the hallway, and saw a faint light from
underneath the bathroom door. I looked both ways, and the
entire hallway was clear.
I got into my room, and looked around. Patty had
disappeared.
Or had she wandered downstairs?
Fuck. "Patty?" I whispered, hoping she could hear me.
I jumped as I heard the closet door open. Patty was
dressed in a light pink sun dress and sandals. "Is it safe?"
"How'd you get in the house?" I asked Patty.
"Back door. Front was locked." This had confirmed my
theory. But there was still one nagging problem.
"How'd you find my room?"
Patty smiled. "Your door was partially opened, and I
could hear you snore."
"I don't snore!"
"Do too!"
I didn't want to argue the point. "Can you go back out
the same way?"
Patty nodded.
"Wait for me in the trees behind my house. Go through
the bushes on the side of the house; that way, nobody will
see you."
Patty nodded again.
I waited for her to leave, but she continued standing
there.
What was Patty waiting for?
As if to answer my unspoken question, Patty moved closer
to me, and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss, not
very romantic.
"Thank you, Patty," I said when we broke the kiss.
"My pleasure. How long will you be?"
I looked at my alarm clock. I said, "Fifteen minutes too
long?"
Patty smiled. "I'll be waiting."
* * *
I didn't know it at the time, but Patty later told me
that Merry was already downstairs with her father when Patty
got downstairs. I'm not sure how she managed to get out of
my house without being detected, but she did so.
I was also surprised to see Merry and my step-father
downstairs, but they didn't act as if anything was abnormal.
I told my step-father that I didn't want breakfast, and he
grunted something about how I should still be full from last
night's supper. Neither he nor Merry made any comment as I
went out the back door.
As I was heading outside, my mother was coming
downstairs, and reminded me of a chore I needed to do, but
Merry asked if she could do it; she was saving up for
something at school. My step-father hinted that I was
palming off all my chores on "poor Merry" but my mother
reminded him that Merry was earning MY allowance that week,
and that Merry was the one volunteering.
When I went outside, I went out to the side, and along
the bushes back into the woods behind my house.
Patty was there, waiting for me.
I remembered the last thing I did with Patty, and decided
to do it right. I pulled Patty toward me, and gave her a
much better kiss than we shared up in my bedroom.
After I pulled away, I said, "Once again, Patty...
thanks."
"No problem. When are you going to tell your folks?"
"Patty, my mother would have kittens if I told her you
were going to be coming up to my bedroom every morning to
give me a blow job!"
"You've got tickets. Use them!"
I sighed. Here was Patty giving ME orders.
"Patty," I said. "I've already told you that I had
promised myself that I wouldn't take advantage of my parents."
"You'll need to work it out," Patty said simply.
I had no idea how I was going to be able to put up with
Patty. On the one hand, she was a very cute and adorable
girl. She was a real friend, two years older than me, and
was the only person that I had confided to about the tickets.
On the other hand, her actions sometimes seemed as if she had
completely lost all her marbles.
Besides, I knew that there were limitations on the
tickets; I didn't think that I would be able to keep my
mother unobservant for very long.
Patty interrupted my thinking. "Jim, I told Wendy that
we'd meet her and Camille later at the mall."
"We? As in the two of us?" I asked. "Why?"
"Because you're our friend now, you dumb ox!"
"Hey... who are you calling dumb?" I complained in a
good natured way. I started a mock fight with Patty, which
ended up in another lovely kiss between the two of us.
Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss. "So... what do we do
until then?" I asked.
"Let's fuck," Patty answered.
I started to shake my head and Patty laughed. "I was
just kidding. I know you're waiting for the right time."
I nodded. I was glad that Patty understood.
I couldn't think of a good place for us to play, though.
Patty had a suggestion. "You said that Patrice's brother
Jack is your friend. Think it would be safe at his house?"
I thought about it. I knew that Patty didn't like
Patrice, and suspected that if Patty wanted to go to her
house, it would mainly be for her to see Patrice get her
"just desserts." I, on the other hand, still felt a bit
guilty about how I had humiliated Patrice the other day. I
mean, it was only a few years ago that Patrice had actually
been a friend and confidante of mine. It was only after she
got into junior high and met up with Kristen...
I suddenly had an idea. "Patty... do you know where
Kristen lives?"
"Kristen Swift?" Patty asked. "You mean, Miss Rich
Princess?"
I grinned. "Yeah, her."
Patty thought about Kristen and a smile came to her lips.
"She lives near my house. Are you thinking that we should
pay her a visit?"
I nodded, thinking of the fun we could have. "Uh, huh!"
"We'll need a ride," Patty said. "Could we invite Wendy
or Camille?"
"Why not both?" I said.
Patty looked at me and said, "I'm glad we're friends,
Jim. I can see this thing taking us places I've never
dreamed about."
"Tell me about it," I said.
Patty didn't answer, but I could see her mind going a
mile a minute.
Kristen's family was very rich. They lived in the
largest house in the town, and had housekeepers and servants,
the whole "rich thing." Kristen was seventeen, and already
had had plastic surgery on her nose, and had the most
expensive wardrobe in school.
Kristen was also the head of one of the most exclusive
cliques in the high school, one that was only open to people
that Kristen herself had hand-picked, which included Jack's
sister, Patrice. All the members of that clique thought
themselves superior to all the other students.
Any time that Kristen or one of her minions got into
trouble, it was said that Kristen's father would hush things
up with a strategic "donation" to the school or a scholarship
program benefiting the current victim. It was also
whispered, although never proven, that Kristen's family had
several of the high school's teachers on a private payroll to
ensure Kristen would receive suitably high grades (all A's)
to justify her admission to an Ivy League school after
graduation.
The result was a circle of girls with an utterly snobbish
attitude toward any of the other students, and a carefree
disposition knowing that they were virtually untouchable.
As I had said before, I felt that Kristen had corrupted
Jack's sister Patrice, who had at one time been much
friendlier to us. I missed her friendship, and it was her
friendship that I had actually glimpsed a bit of when I had
put Patrice under the control of one of my tickets the other
day. And, even if Patrice didn't seem to remember that
friendship, I did, and that's probably why I felt some guilt
over my humiliation of her.
And that's why I thought Kristen would be a much better
target for humiliation. When you have power, I figured, aim
high!
But first, we'd need a suitable reason for showing up at
Kristen's house. Patrice would have been an ideal dupe for
this, but I really didn't want to get involved again with
her... at least, not for at least a week or so.
I decided that there was no particular need to rush into
action against Kristen. I'd meet with Wendy and Camille and
perhaps the four of us would come up with a suitable plan.
Patty was looking at me expectantly, and I smiled back at
her, my mind on us once again. "So, you want me to give you
orders?"
Patty didn't answer, but nodded vigorously.
"Well, Patty," I said, "I feel kind of uncomfortable with
calling you 'slave.' It seems so... demeaning... and I really
like you."
Patty frowned, "But I want you to..."
I sighed, and thought about the situation. Here was a
girl telling me to treat her like a slave, and I was having a
problem with that! The idea was so ludicrous that it was
crazy. "All right," I said, "How about a compromise. Could
I call you something else?"
Patty furrowed her brow in thought, and then suggested,
"How about Patricia? Nobody calls me that any more."
I smiled. "Patricia it is."
Patty smiled at me and said, "And I'll call you James.
That will be my 'master' word for you."
Normally, I didn't like being called James; it sounded
too formal. But if Patty was the only one calling me that, I
figured that I could live with it. And it sounded a hell of
a lot better to me than "master" for the same reason I didn't
like the word "slave."
After about thirty seconds of silence, I realized that
Patty (no..."Patricia") was expecting an order. "Um...
Patricia, you woke me up nicely this morning. I'd like to
reward you by sucking on your titties."
Patricia smiled. "Yes, James." She carefully put her
purse on the ground, and started to lift her light pink dress
over her head.
I was amazed that Patricia was completely naked
underneath her dress. My eyes widened.
"You like, James?" Patricia asked.
"Very nice," I answered, and Patricia beamed. "Is that
how you dressed when Wendy drove you here?"
Patricia shook her head. "No, James. When I got
undressed in your room earlier, I put my bra and panties into
my purse. I was kind of hoping that we would... you know..."
I smiled at her. "Good thinking."
Patricia was now standing nude before me, her dress
folded neatly on top of her purse. She beamed under my
praise and waited.
I figured we'd be more comfortable if we were sitting,
but the ground in the woods was dirty. I wished I had the
foresight that the girls' showed when they brought along a
blanket from their car when we parked at Kneely Park.
I tried to think if I had anything convenient to use as a
mat, and came up blank. "Kneel down, Patricia."
Patricia complied, and I knelt opposite her.
I inspected Patricia's assets. He breasts were small,
although bigger than Merry's. Her nipples were quite erect,
jutting out about an eighth of an inch. They were surrounded
by the a pink ring of her areolae, which had tiny little
goose bumps on them.
"I love your breasts," I said.
Patricia blushed slightly. "They're small."
I smiled at her. "How big do they need to be? I doubt
that I'd be able to get an entire one into my mouth as it is."
"You're sweet, James. But Wendy has the large knockers."
I sighed. "Patricia. Right now you are mine. Don't
compare yourself to anybody else. Didn't you ever hear the
expression 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?'"
Patricia giggled at that. "Yes, James."
I smiled when I realized I had made an unintentional pun.
I spent the next hour with my tongue licking and my
fingers rubbing just about every part of Patricia's
delectable body. I avoided her crotch, which seemed to make
her frustrated, and I saw her touching herself there a few
times as I licked her elsewhere.
We also spent a good amount of time just kissing,
occasionally slipping tongues back and forth.
I found that Patricia loved receiving back massages,
especially when her back was free of clothing, and I adapted
my technique to the feedback that I got from Patricia's
squirming around.
The two of us played in the woods until about 10:45 in
the morning. Patricia was on top of me, grinding her crotch
into mine through my dungarees. My hands were rubbing her
back, occasionally going low enough to fondle her butt
cheeks. The two of us had been trading quick kisses and
caresses back and forth.
I think that Patricia may have achieved an orgasm during
our frolic, but if she did, it was one of her quiet ones,
which is just as good. I didn't want to alert any nosy
neighbors or my family.
I found that we just seemed to be content with me fully
clothed, and her completely naked, just doing a maybe
atypical teenage make-out session.
"Time to get dressed, Patricia," I ordered.
"Yes, James. Underwear, or no?" she asked.
"Leave them off, Patricia," I said with a grin. "I think
its kind of sexy to know that underneath that flimsy dress is
only my Patricia."
Patricia once again beamed at my praise and pulled her
dress over her head and she was dressed.
I helped Patricia "straighten out" her dress, using that
as my excuse to continue to fondle her through the thin
fabric. I received no complaints.
I took my bag with my tickets in it and asked Patricia to
hold them in her purse. She looked at me with wide eyes: I
was entrusting her with my precious tickets.
There was a path in the woods that was formed by a stream
that only had water on it during the spring runoff season.
We followed that path to the highway, and walked to the mall.
During our walk, Patricia would hold my hand... the first
time any girl held my hand as I walked with her. We looked
like the perfect couple, except for the fact that Patricia
was two years older than me.
After we got to the mall, Patty headed for a pay phone
and called Wendy. She told Wendy where she was and that she
was with me, and Wendy said that she'd meet us at the food
court.
I was a bit hungry. Despite the big dinner I had the
previous night, I had skipped breakfast and worked up quite
an appetite during my make-out session with Patricia.
Unfortunately, I didn't have any money, having allowed my
step-sister Merry to earn most of my allowance for the last
couple of weeks. I figured that I would have to do something
to get some money.
I thought about just taking what I wanted, giving a
ticket in exchange, but I realized that the kids that worked
the food court would end up paying for those missing meals
from their own hard-earned paycheck. I couldn't even get a
free Coke... the fast food places even inventory the damned
cups!
Wendy arrived a few minutes later. She hugged both of
us. "So... what's up with you two?"
Before Patty could answer, I said, "We're just hanging
around, and had an idea for some fun and wanted to know if
you can Camille would be interested."
Wendy smiled. "What kind of fun?" She looked down at my
crotch.
I think I blushed, but recovered. "How'd you like to get
even with Kristen, or 'Miss Rich Princess,' as Patty calls
her?"
Wendy's face turned serious. "That may not be a good
idea, Jim. She's pretty well connected. I heard once..."
Patty interrupted her friend. "Jim told me a bit of his
plan. I don't think you have to worry about Kristen's
friends or family."
Wendy looked at Patty, and then me, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, if anybody could get away with it, Jim might be able
to do it."
I nodded and smiled. A plan was starting to form in my
mind.
Patty turned to Wendy. "Is your mother working today?"
"Yeah, why?"
Patty said, "Let's pick up Cammie and meet at your place
to go over our plans for Kristen."
Wendy looked at Patty and then me. She smiled and said,
"Sure."
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