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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 7
I had a turkey sandwich at Wendy's house. I was quite
hungry and it was able to tide me over. My command the other
day for Wendy and Camille to trust me seemed to be holding.
Not privy to the workings of my lucky tickets, they weren't
sure how I would be able to get Kristen under my power, but
they felt strangely confidant that I would be able to do so.
The only hole in my plan was getting to Kristen in the
first place. It was not normal for any of us to associate
with Kristen, so we wouldn't be able to just approach her
front door and expect her to answer it. None of us knew her
schedule, so we just couldn't expect to meet her, say, at the
mall.
Of course, I remembered Patrice, who was a member of
Kristen's inner circle. I knew that we could probably be
able to get to Kristen through Patrice, but there was still
the fact that I didn't want to use tickets on Patrice for a
while until I could get my thoughts straightened up about her.
Then Wendy suggested Jackie.
I didn't know Jackie, but Camille described her as a
raven haired Italian beauty with a slightly darker complexion
and brown eyes. The girls knew her as a member of Kristen's
circle of friends, and she wasn't quite as bitchy as many of
the others. In addition, Camille and Jackie had some faint
family ties. It wouldn't be too unseemly for Camille to
approach Jackie, and hopefully, through Jackie, we could get
to Kristen.
Camille used Wendy's phone to call Jackie.
"Hello, Aunt Caroline? This is Camille..."
"Yeah, 'Milla. Um, is Jackie around?"
There was a pause while Jackie's mom located her
daughter. Camille grinned at us, and Wendy and Patty crossed
their fingers together to wish her luck.
"Jackie, this is Camille..."
"Uh, huh. Yeah, it's been a while..."
"I was just wondering if... you know... we could meet at
the mall. You know, hang out?"
"Oh. I didn't know that..."
This didn't sound positive, but I waited patiently.
"I see. Yeah. I know Kristen..."
A bit of a pause. "Yeah. Maybe Friday..."
"Yeah, we'll also see each other in school. You have
Mrs. Taylor for English?"
"Third period? Me too!"
"Cool. So, if Friday doesn't work out..."
"OK, Jackie. It was nice talking..."
Camille hung up the phone, and had a victorious smile on
her face. "Jackie can't meet me at the mall because she's
gonna be there with Kristen and you know how Kristen is about
who she hangs out with, right?"
"Kristen will be at the mall?" Patty asked. "What time?"
"Around three. I tried not to sound too interested in
Kristen."
"You did great, Camille," I said, and Camille beamed with
my praise. "So, now we need to know where they're meeting..."
"Food court," said Camille. "Near the French fry place."
I was impressed. "Jackie told you all that?"
Camille nodded, and smiled in satisfaction.
I walked over to where Camille was and gave her a kiss.
She melted in my arms and kissed me back. It wasn't a long
kiss, nor was it particularly sensual. But it was not the
kind of kiss a girl going into twelfth grade would give a boy
entering tenth.
Patty saw this and smiled. "Hey, Cammie! Save some for
me!"
Patty surprised me by taking my place and kissing
Camille. It was a quick kiss, and Patty said, afterward,
"Great job, Cammie!"
Wendy looked at me and shrugged, and gave Camille a "good
job" kiss as well.
Camille looked at all of us, a bit surprised at the
sudden attention, but then smiled. "Thanks, guys. Just
wanted to do my part."
I smiled. "You did it well." I looked at my watch, it
was 2:30. "Let's get over to the mall, and see if we can get
Kristen before the others show up."
The three girls nodded, and we cleaned up the dishes from
the lunch that Wendy had prepared.
Patty got me alone and whispered to me, "Be careful, Jim.
I'm giving myself to you willingly. Remember that the other
girls are just your friends, and are only your friends right
now because of your tickets. That kiss might have confused
Cammie before. That's why I rushed in to help out."
"Thanks," I whispered back. Patty was right, I needed to
be more careful with Camille and Wendy. It was nice to be
accepted as their friend, but a kiss could be taken as a bit
more than friendly, despite the closeness we shared a few
nights ago. I didn't want to louse things up.
We piled into Wendy's Datsun and headed to the mall.
Wendy parked near the food court and we all climbed out of
the car.
I was walking toward the mall when Wendy noticed Kristen
walking toward the mall a few aisles away. "Look," Wendy
said, her voice hushed. "There she is!"
"Cool!" I said, and I changed my direction so it would
intersect Kristen's before she could get into the mall.
There were other people around the parking lot, but I hoped
that I could get Kristen without attracting undue attention.
"Kristen," I said, reaching into my bag. "Have a ticket!"
Kristen looked confused, but took the ticket. "You have
one wish."
"You will obey all my orders that I give you today."
"Your wish is my command."
I grinned. "Stay here for a second and keep quiet."
My three friends had caught up to me. "We've got her," I
said to them.
"Groovy!" Patty said, looking at Kristen, just standing
there. "This is the quietest that I've ever seen her!"
Kristen continued standing there, and I could see her
fists ball up in anger.
I decided to get some formalities out of the way.
"Kristen, you will not attempt to harm me or my friends, nor
will you try to get anybody else to do so."
Kristen nodded in compliance, still following her order
to be quiet. Her fists relaxed a bit, though.
"Which car is yours?" I asked Kristen. "You may talk
only to answer my questions."
Kristen answered, "The Camaro down the aisle here."
I looked in the direction Kristen indicated and saw a
bright red Camaro. The car looked even less roomier than
Wendy's Datsun. "OK. We'll need to take both cars. Wendy,
what time does your mother get home?"
"Six or six-thirty."
That would give us about three hours. Probably enough
time. "OK. Wendy, take Patty and Camille back to your
house. I'll have Kristen follow you."
Wendy nodded and the three girls went back to Wendy's
Datsun.
I turned to my captive. "Kristen, you will drive
carefully and obey all driving laws and follow Wendy's car to
her house."
Kristen nodded, and then turned, raising a finger to me.
"Yes?" I asked.
"May I speak?" Kristen asked.
"You may, but keep your voice normal."
"I have friends that I'm supposed to meet. They'll miss
me..."
I waved her off. "I don't care about your friends."
"My dad..."
"I'm not interested in your dad, either. Just take me in
your car and follow Wendy."
Kristen led me to her car, which was a classic expensive
sports car. She opened her door and unlocked my door with
the power lock. She started the car, and I noticed that her
Camaro was a stick shift. I had only seen Wendy drive a
manual transmission before, and I watched Kristen as she
expertly used her athletic right foot to manipulate the
clutch and the accelerator.
Kristen and I drove around to where the girls were still
getting into Wendy's Datsun. She waited for Wendy to pull
out, and then she followed her.
"Excuse me, but how are you doing this?" Kristen asked.
I smiled. "Doing what?" I asked, innocently.
Kristen answered, "I seem to be doing anything you tell
me to do. It's not natural."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Not natural at all." I didn't
elaborate.
Kristen seemed worried. "What are you going to do with
me? Rape me?"
I smiled. "I don't think the girls will condone rape,
Kristen."
Kristen shrugged, "Who knows? They're just a bunch of
losers, anyway."
My, my. This girl was due for an attitude adjustment in
the worst way. I said, slightly upset at Kristen's remark,
"Those 'losers' as you call them are my friends, Kristen.
You'd better remember that."
Kristen turned to me. "You? You're in... what? Ninth
grade? Tenth grade? Only losers hang out with kids like
you."
"I'm entering tenth in a couple of weeks," I said, my
teeth clenched in anger. "We'll be going to the same school,
Kristen. And I think you've done enough talking for now."
* * *
We got to Wendy's house, and Kristen parked next to
Wendy's car in the driveway. Wendy led us all into her house.
I told Kristen to stand in the middle of the living room,
and Wendy and the two other girls found themselves some
chairs.
"So, Kristen. How are you feeling now?" I asked.
"I'm... I'm a little scared," Kristen admitted.
A little? Well, I knew that I wouldn't be doing too much
today. I had a few hours, so I could afford to be patient.
"You told me before that you seem to be doing everything I
tell you. Why is that?"
"I... I don't know," Kristen answered.
"Well, I am going to allow each of these girls to give
you an order. I want you to obey them all. Wendy, you go
first, since this is your house."
"Jim? You think I could get my camera?" Wendy asked.
My eyes went wide, as did Kristen's. "Sure, Wendy.
We'll wait for you."
Wendy ran upstairs and quickly returned with a camera.
It was one of those Polaroid instant cameras. "Cool!" I
said.
Wendy turned to Kristen and said, "Remove your blouse and
bra. I want you topless."
Kristen seemed to have expected this. She silently
unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. She
reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and that quickly
dropped to the floor also.
I didn't get a very good look at Kristen's assets, since
she had crossed her arms over her shoulders.
Wendy said, "Arms down. I wanna take a picture."
Kristen didn't move. I remembered telling Kristen that
each girl could give her "an order" and she had taken that to
mean a single order, so she wasn't allowing Wendy to get
anything extra.
Of course, I had no such limitation on the number of
orders that I could give, and it wouldn't do for Kristen to
win at this game, so I interceded. "Drop your hands and pose
for Wendy's camera. And SMILE!"
Kristen immediately dropped her hands, revealing her
tanned breasts. The thing I noticed mostly was that there
were no tan lines whatsoever on Kristen's chest. Did she
sunbathe in the nude?
Kristen smiled, and held her arms against the sides of
her breasts, scrunching them between them, and making them
jut out a bit more. Wendy apparently liked the pose and
snapped a picture, which spit out the bottom.
"A Kodak moment!" Patty snickered.
"More like a Polaroid moment," Camille snickered.
Kristen blushed, but continued to smile.
"Take a few more so each of us will all have this moment
on film."
Kristen, flashed an upset look, but regained her smile
quickly, and once again posed for Wendy, moving her arms from
her sides and moving her shoulders back. Wendy snapped a
second and then a third picture.
The semi-naked girl continued to pose. She looked so
natural behind the camera, it got me wondering if she had
ever done any modeling. I kept these thoughts to myself. I
had been thinking of ways of getting money through the
tickets. Modeling Kristen might be a lucrative idea.
Kristen had her hands underneath her two breasts, cupping
them but keeping her breasts exposed. Wendy snapped her
fourth picture. I felt that this particular picture would be
mine.
"You can stop posing," I told Kristen and turned to the
girls. "Who's next?"
Patty said, "Let Camille have a turn."
Camille asked me, "I can make her do anything. Like,
have her fuck you?"
Kristen's face went pale.
I shook my head. "What if I don't want to fuck a piece
of trash like her, Camille? Anyway, we just want to
embarrass her, not do anything like that."
Kristen's reaction to my answer was funny. She looked
haughty when I called her a piece of trash, but that look
softened a bit as she realized that I didn't seem to want to
rape her.
Camille nodded to me. She thought for a moment and said,
"OK. Tell us about your first sexual experience with another
person."
Kristen's look of relief turned back to fear. She didn't
want to say anything but her mouth betrayed her. "I was
thirteen, and my brother was fifteen."
All three of the other girls shouted in chorus, "YOUR
BROTHER?"
Kristen's face had gone from pale to crimson. "We were
playing outside, and were... like... wrestling. He managed
to pin me, and I couldn't get up. He pulled my underwear
down and he... he did it."
Kristen didn't elaborate, and the room was very quiet.
"Wow," said Patty, softly.
Camille was shaking her head, and Wendy's face had a look
of shock on it.
I said, "Is that fine for you, Camille? Or should I have
Kristen fill in a bit more detail? Maybe act it out for you?"
Camille said, "Um... that's OK."
I nodded in agreement. "Patty, it's your turn."
Patty didn't look like she wanted to play anymore. She
looked at me, and I just shrugged. She turned to Kristen and
said, "I want you and your friends to be civil to us from now
on."
Nobody said anything, and everybody was looking at
Kristen. She nodded her head and said, quietly, "All right."
I smiled at Patty, and said, "I have one thing that I'd
like you to do, Kristen."
All three girls turned their attention to me.
"You will kneel and I am going to put my penis in your
mouth for fifteen minutes," I said. "If you want, you can
suck it, or you can jack it off into your mouth. Or, you can
just stay there with my dick in your mouth."
Kristen took a deep breath and knelt down, facing me.
I pointed to my jeans and said, "Take it out and place it
on your tongue."
Kristen complied. She unbuttoned the button on my pants
and then my jeans. She pulled them down over my hips, along
with my shorts.
My cock was half erect, and Kristen deposited it into her
mouth.
I grinned at the other girls, and said, "This is how you
take care of a bitch." I looked down at Kristen and said,
"Tell everybody that you are a fucking bitch."
Kristen's voice was mumbled by the presence of my dick on
her tongue. "Oy um a fock'n butch."
I grinned. Kristen's mouth had closed over my penis in
order to get the last two words out. I motioned to Wendy to
get her camera again, and she moved around to our side to get
the perfect angle.
"Again," I told Kristen.
"Oy um a fock'n butch."
I whispered to Kristen, "Put one of your hands between
your legs. You are starting to get horny."
Kristen's eyes shot up to stare at me, and her right hand
moved from over her knee into her slacks.
SNAP! WHIZZ! Wendy's picture came out.
I looked down at my prize. She still just had my shaft
in her mouth, and wasn't doing anything special with it.
"Oh, Kristen. I forgot to tell you. My penis tastes
really good. You've never tasted anything quite as good as
it. You can't believe how wonderful it tastes. And you know
that my sperm will taste even twice as good."
The effect was immediate. I felt Kristen's tongue swirl
around the bottom of my head as her brain accepted what I had
just told her. I heard her groan as her mind rebelled
against willingly sucking my dick, especially in front of the
three girls.
"Tell us again what you are, Kristen!"
"Oy um a fock'n butch." Kristen's tongue action was
intensifying as she tasted my dick, and tried to get more of
the taste on her tongue.
I was relentless, "Tell us again!"
"Oy um a fock'n bushh."
Once again, I whispered to Kristen, low enough not to be
heard by the other girls. "You find my dick and my sperm
very addicting. You will find yourself uncontrollably drawn
to it. In fact, it's making you hornier than ever, but you
won't come until I shoot into your mouth."
Kristen gave up and started sucking my shaft in earnest.
I had broken Miss Rich Princess. I heard the three girls
gasp as she willingly started sucking a boy two years younger
than herself.
"So, what are you, Kristen? Keep telling us."
"Ummm um fummmummm bimm," she moaned, not pausing in her
licking and sucking. "Ummm um fummmummm bimm. Ummm um
fummmummm bimm. Ummm um fummmummm bimm..."
The vibrations of her chant were doing wonders to my
shaft. I whispered down to Kristen, "You will have an orgasm
when I do. You will take all my sperm into your mouth, but
you will not swallow it until you have permission."
Kristen nodded and continued her chant. "Ummm um
fummmummm bimm."
Suddenly, I felt that familiar tingle that told me that I
was about ready to erupt. I started pushing my hips toward
Kristen, forcing her to take more of me in her mouth.
"Ummm um fammmummm bimm..."
"Aah," I said as I felt my jism make its journey from my
balls into Kristen's sucking mouth.
Just as my first burst hit her tongue, I felt Kristen go
"Oomph!" in surprise as my order for my sperm to taste even
better than my penis kicked in. Her sucking actually
increased.
Kristen's "Ooh" turned to an "Ahh" as her orgasm hit her
as my semen touched her mouth. I grinned in accomplishment.
I could feel Kristen's suction all the way down my shaft,
and the pleasure was exquisite. I continued to pump my load
into her mouth, and I could feel my sperm against the outside
of my penis making squishing noises inside her mouth.
I looked at our audience. Patty was licking her lips,
apparently relishing her memories of having my semen in her
mouth earlier. Wendy and Camille were both staring at the
scene, open mouthed.
Obviously, I had reduced Kristen to the status of a
common whore in front of her classmates.
I looked down. My penis was no longer fully erect, but
Kristen was still sucking me, trying to get as much of my
delicious taste into her mouth. Her tongue was still making
circles underneath my shaft. I could see the whiteness of my
slime covering my shaft as it continued to push in and out of
her mouth.
I decided to pull out of her warm sucking mouth, and it
left her lips with an audible "pop."
"Now ask permission," I instructed Kristen. I indicated
the three girls, who were still staring at her, telling her
that she needed to ask permission from them to swallow.
"May I... um... swoll-owe?" Kristen said, her mouth full
of my seed.
The three girls looked at her, still finding it hard to
believe that she had sunk so low so quickly.
"I guess," said Wendy.
"Sure," answered Camille.
"Ask Jim," said Patty, smiling wickedly.
Kristen turned to me, and repeated her muffled question.
Instead of answering Kristen directly, I asked the three
girls, "Does anybody want to share with Kristen?"
Patty quickly volunteered, surprising her two friends.
I returned my attention to Kristen and said, "Give Patty
a French kiss, and you can swallow whatever's left."
Kristen had a defeated look on her face and moved toward
Patty on her knees.
Patty stood up, and lifted Kristen to her feet. The two
girls kissed, and we could all tell that Patty and Kristen
were sharing my come between them.
As they kissed, I asked Patty softly, "Would you like a
picture to remember this by?"
Patty quickly shook her head "no," and continued kissing,
apparently to Kristen's dismay.
Finally, the two girls broke it off.
Kristen swallowed audibly, finally able to empty her
weary and slimy mouth.
Patty had a smile as she swallowed the semen she was able
to take from Kristen's mouth.
I turned to Miss Rich Princess, and said, "Kristen, we're
going to let you go. But let me walk you out."
Kristen bent down to pick up her blouse and bra, but I
told her "Leave them there. Come on, let's go."
While Kristen was blowing me, I had a rather sinister
idea. "That blow job will be fifty dollars, Kristen."
Kristen looked at me as if I was crazy. There was no way
that she'd ever PAY a boy--let alone a fifteen year
old--money for her to perform oral sex. I just looked at her
expectantly.
However, Kristen's hands brought up her purse, and she
opened her wallet and pulled out two twenty dollar bills and
two fives. She had a defeated look on her face.
"Cool," I said, pocketing her money. "By the way, you
will continue to be addicted to my dick and my sperm. And
you won't be able to achieve orgasm any more unless you have
my sperm in your mouth."
Kristen eyes went wide.
I continued, "Also... I want you to know that today's
fifty dollars was just my introductory rate. From now on, it
will be a hundred. You can make arrangements for my services
with Patty. Do a nice job, treat the girls nicely, and I may
release you from your punishment. Do you understand?"
Kristen looked at me as if I were a monster.
"I said, do you understand?" There was a bit of a threat
in my voice.
"Yes," Kristen answered, looking at her feet.
"Wait... I have a gift for you," I said. I turned back
toward Wendy's living room. "Wendy, do you have the picture
of Miss Rich Princess blowing me?"
"Yeah," Wendy answered.
"Bring it here," I asked.
Wendy arrived with the picture. It was a pretty good
shot.
I took the picture from Wendy and handed it to Kristen.
She looked confused. I guess she had thought that I was
going to use it a blackmail. But I knew having my tickets
would not make blackmail necessary.
"This is your picture. You will keep it safe, and you
will look at it every day, and remember what you did here.
It will make you horny. You won't be able to tell anybody
what happened, but you'll think about this every day. It
will make you horny as hell, but, of course, you won't
achieve orgasm. Unless... you know...!"
Wendy looked confused about the "you know" part, but
Kristen just hung her head in defeat.
"Good. We'll see you around."
"But... I'm topless!" Kristen complained.
I shrugged. "Not our problem. Do you want me to tell
you to offer any boys that you see for the rest of the day a
free suck on your lovely titties?"
Kristen blanched. "NO!"
"Then be glad that I'm feeling generous, huh?"
I opened the front door and watched a defeated Princess
sprint topless toward her Camaro. Too bad there weren't any
neighbors watching.
I closed the door behind her, standing with Wendy.
"That was intense," said Wendy. "I would have bet money
she'd never suck you. How did you do that?"
I smiled at Wendy. "Sometimes, I can be quite
convincing."
Wendy said, mostly under her breath, "I know." I think
she was remembering her putting on masturbation show for me
and her two friends. I had never given them an order to
forget it, and Patty told me that she had remembered it.
"But we're friends, aren't we?" I asked Wendy.
"Of course!" Wendy giggled. She moved closer to me and
kissed me on my cheek.
I was so glad that I was able to shoot my load when
Kristen was there. I considered what Patty had told me about
my only being a friend to Wendy and Camille.
When Wendy and I got back to the living room, Patty and
Cammie were in the middle of a conversation.
"I mean, with her brother?" Patty was saying.
"Yeah," Camille responded. "Makes you think that her
life wasn't all peaches and cream."
I interrupted. "That still doesn't forgive her for
making so many other people's lives miserable."
Camille nodded. "True. But still..."
I said, "And it wasn't like this was the first time she
ever sucked a dick. That girl knew what she was doing."
The three girls snickered.
I pointed to the Polaroids on the cocktail table of a
topless Kristen. "Let's see how Kristen reacts to her
punishment. We'll see if the tiger changes her stripes.
Until then, I don't think we'll need these pictures as
blackmail. Huh?"
The three girls shook their heads no.
I turned to Wendy. "You mind if I keep them for now? I
intend to give them all to Kristen eventually if she turns
over a new leaf."
"Sure, Jim," said Wendy, picking them up and handing them
to me.
I looked at the time. I was due to be in for dinner by
six and it was getting close.
"Can one of you give me and Patty a ride back home?"
Patty answered, "My car is across the street, Jim."
"It is?" I asked. I hadn't noticed.
"Yeah," Patty answered. "I drove it here this morning,
remember?"
Oh, yeah. Wendy had driven her to my house, since Patty
hadn't been given permission to park in front of my house
yet. "So could you give me a ride home, Patty?"
"Sure thing," Patty answered, smirking.
On my way out, both Wendy and Camille gave me a kiss on
the cheek. Camille even whispered in my ear that she might
be interested in a little one-on-one with me if I was ever in
the mood. I was more than a bit surprised. That certainly
wasn't anything to do with my tickets. Or was it?
In Patty's car, Patty said, "I really hope I never get
you pissed off."
"Why?" I asked.
"Look what you did to Kristen, and you hardly know her."
"I do know her," I corrected Patty. "You remember
Patrice? She's one of Kristen's gang. She used to be a
friend before that."
"Oh," said Patty quietly.
"Something wrong? Did I go too far?" I asked.
"Um... I don't think so... But do you think..." Patty's
voice died off.
"Think what?" I asked.
"Maybe we can do a reenactment. With Patricia playing
the part of Kristen...?"
We were getting close to my house. "Will I see you
tomorrow morning?"
Patty grinned. "Of course."
"I have a question: What if I ordered Patricia not to
come over in the morning?"
Patty thought for a moment. "Then she wouldn't. But I'd
be unhappy. I really like visiting you in the morning."
I nodded. "I thought so. So I guess I'll see you
tomorrow morning, then. Let me try to give you a call
tonight."
I let Patty pull up in front of my house. I gave her a
kiss on the cheek as I left the car.
As I went up my sidewalk, I saw the front curtain move.
And then an odd thought went through my head: I had stood
up Marla at the mall this morning!
Well, it wasn't like Marla was my girl friend, was she?
If she was mad, I might be able to smooth it over with my
tickets, just like I had done for Jack. Right?
* * *
My mom was waiting for me when I came in the front door.
"Who drove you home?"
"That was Patty," I answered. "She's a senior and gave
me a ride home."
My mother continued. "I saw you kiss her."
"On the cheek," I answered. "Least I could do for a free
ride."
My mother stared at me, and then decided to drop the
subject--at least for now. I knew that I was going to have
to have a long discussion with her later.
Dinner was unusually quiet. My mother and I didn't talk
much, and it was apparent that my step-father and step-sister
knew that there was some tension in the air.
My step-father tried to break the ice. "So, Jim, what
did you do today?"
"Went to the mall," I answered. "Met some friends. A
senior named Patty gave me a lift home."
"That all?" my step-father asked.
"I guess."
My mother looked daggers at my step-father, and he
dropped the subject. Supper continued in silence.
* * *
I went upstairs after dinner, knowing my mother would be
coming up to have a "talk." She was quite direct like that.
As expected, she came up, knocked on my door and let
herself into my room.
My mom looked around my room with a disapproving look on
her face. I wondered if I was going to get the "your room is
never clean" lecture or if she would get straight to the
point.
My mom got straight to the point. "What's going on with
you, Jim?"
I tried the innocent ploy. "What are you talking about?"
My mom wasn't buying it. "You came home late the other
night. And now you have a senior driving you home. You've
been acting a bit strange. I want you to tell me what's
going on."
I decided to grab the bull by the horns. "I have this
new friend..."
"I see," my mother said, with a superior look on her face
as her suspicions were correct. "Is it this Patty?"
"Well, there's Patty. She has two friends, Wendy and
Camille. We're all good friends."
"Three girl friends?" my mom asked, incredulous.
"Well, they're friends--good friends--who happen to be
girls. Patty is a bit special." I decided to hit my mom
with the big gun. "She's teaching me about sex."
This almost gave my mother apoplexy. "Sex?" she blurted.
"Yeah. I mean, we haven't done it together, I mean...
you know..."
My mother almost definitely didn't foresee this turn of
events. "You're only fifteen!"
I turned on my mother. "And how old were you when you
first did it? Dad... my real dad... said the two of you were
going out since early high school. And I know you were
sleeping with Merry's father before you got married. Are you
going to tell me the rules are different for me?"
My mother was speechless.
I am not sure what had gotten into me. Perhaps it was
knowing that I could probably smooth over anything that went
wrong with some tickets, even though I was loathe to use them
on my mother. Or maybe it was the rush of power that I felt
when I had Kristen hold my penis in her mouth. I just knew
that I wasn't going to let my mother bully me, especially
when I thought that she was being hypocritical.
My mom tried to explain, "Still, things like that have
consequences."
"Mom," I said, giving her my best 'grown-up boy' voice.
"Patty is on the pill, and I can tell you without lying that
I have no intention right now of having intercourse with her.
Maybe later, if we both want to, but neither one of us has
made that decision yet. Right now, I don't think she's the
right girl for me, and she doesn't think I'm the perfect one
for her. But... if we decided to go all the way, the
decision would be between Patty and me."
My mother sputtered, "But when you are living in my
house..."
"When I'm living in your house, I will live by your
rules, and I will follow the example that you have yourself
set. I know that you yourself spent the night here many
times before the two of you got married. Did you once hear a
complaint from me? Huh?"
"That's none of your business!"
"And Patty isn't any of your business!"
"But you are my son..."
"And you are my mother. Mom, I am not judging you. I am
living my own life. I've let you live yours. Let me learn
things my way."
My mother was speechless.
"Mom. I love you. I really do. If you really want me
to stop seeing Patty, sight unseen, just tell me."
My mother looked at me. She had no idea that if she
uttered those words that I just challenged her to, that I
would have had my bag of tickets out before she could blink.
Patty was special, promise or no promise.
"You are growing up, son," she said, quietly.
"I know. It's not easy for me, either," I smiled.
"Will we be meeting this Patty?"
"If you want, I will introduce you tomorrow morning."
My mom looked at me. "She was the girl here this
morning?"
It was my turn to be surprised. I had no idea that my
mother had known that Patty was here.
"Yes," I admitted, keeping the location of my bag of
tickets foremost in my mind.
"Jim, you must think I was born yesterday," my mother
said. "You have just argued that I should treat you like an
adult. However, just this morning you had a girl in your
room, maybe even your bed..."
"Mom..."
"Don't interrupt me! I was suspicious when you got up by
yourself so early this morning. And I saw a girl running
around outside this morning, running into the bushes on the
side of the house. She had red hair, so it wasn't Meredith.
"When you went outside after skipping breakfast, I saw
you through the kitchen window heading in the same direction
as that girl did. So, it's obvious to me that you knew about
her, and she was the person you were hiding in your room."
I eyed the bag where my tickets were, then forced my
attention away from it, lest my mother's keen eyes notice.
I had been so close to getting my mother to understand
about Patty... well, maybe not completely understand, but at
least not ask too many questions. And then, what happened?
Of course, my mother changed the subject. Well, sort of.
She was using the same technique that I had been using on
her! Hitting her with slightly related things and putting
her on the defensive.
I decided not to get defensive. "Mom, the reason Patty
snuck out this morning was because you wouldn't understand.
You guys both still treat me like a kid. I'm gonna be going
into high school in less than two weeks."
I felt like I was on better ground now, so I continued.
"Patty and I are not sleeping together. As I said, she's not
really my girl friend. But she is teaching me about sex, and
she and her friends are teaching me about the way that girls
think."
My mom listened and then said, "And you expect your
step-father and me to sit by and let you have girls in your
room overnight? What about Meredith? Do you think you are
setting a good example for her?"
I sighed. "I don't expect you to allow me to have Patty
here overnight. She wasn't here last night. She came over
this morning and awakened me."
Mom didn't smile. "That's not much of a distinction,
James."
I hated that name. Except, of course, when Patty used it
in our play-acting. Mom was putting me on the defensive
again, and I knew that I had to get back on my own track. "I
expect you to allow me to have a friends over, male or
female. I expect your husband to do the same. And I'm not
setting any worse a role model with Merry than you have set
yourself."
My mother blanched again as I mentioned her sleeping with
her second husband before she married him. "What your
step-father and I have done before we were married..."
"Was your business," I completed for my mother. "Just
like my relationship with Patty, Camille, Wendy, or anybody
else, for that matter, is my business."
My mother tried to steer the conversation back to her
side. "You are only fifteen..."
"And you are thirty three. You were married when you
were seventeen, and I was born soon after. Care to do the
math, Mom?"
My mother really disliked me bringing up the age that she
first had sex, but I knew it was my best weapon right now.
"You're not old enough to be experimenting with sex, Jim."
I smiled. This was an argument that I had been
expecting. "And how old were you when you started, mom?"
My mother's eyes opened wide. "That's NONE of your
business, young man!"
I continued to smile. "Then, I guess that it was about
fifteen or sixteen, then, since you conveniently haven't
denied it."
"That's different. It was a different time..."
"The fifties?" I asked, almost laughing. "Are you
kidding? I saw American Graffiti. And there's that new
show, Happy Days on television. But let's put that aside.
it's a different time now, Mom. Look, I love you. I would
like you to meet Patty tomorrow. She plans on coming over
tomorrow morning. If you want, she'll have breakfast with
all of us. Get to know her. You can tell Merry and her dad
what you want. Patty is a very sweet girl, and I'm sure
you'll all like her. And afterward," I said, pausing for
effect, "we'll go upstairs to my room. We will be quiet."
My mom considered it. "And what will you be doing with
her in your room?"
I stood my ground. "Minding our own business for one
thing. For all you know, we could be doing anything.
Reading books. Talking about rock and roll. Gossiping about
Camille and Wendy. Talking about school. Showing her my
rock collection. Who knows? Do you really want to know?"
My mom considered. "Well, your step-father may have some
thoughts about that. Especially if you start flaunting your
behavior in front of Meredith."
I wouldn't be swayed. "He's not my real father, Mom. He
left us, remember? And if your current husband thinks that
Merry will think that we're doing something inappropriate,
it's not because Patty or I will be telling her. I mean,
what do you think she thinks you guys do when you go to bed
together?"
"That's not the same. Her father and I are married!"
"And if Patty and I don't give her any reason to think
that anything untoward is happening, how can either of you
find anything wrong?"
My mom said, "What does Patty's parents think about your
arrangement?"
I shrugged. "Patty's mother is a widow. And I don't
know what she thinks. I haven't asked Patty or her mother.
But isn't what her mother thinks Patty's business?"
My mother didn't seem to have an answer for that.
"One thing, Mom."
My mother looked up. "What?"
I looked her straight in the eyes. "You should tell my
step-dad that I'm inviting Patty over. If he tries to yell
at me or Patty tomorrow morning, or make any kind of scene, I
will tell him exactly what I feel. And if he does it in
front of Merry, so will I. I can assure the both of you that
if that happens, he will have to do a lot of explaining to
his daughter."
My mother shook her head and sighed. "Jim, you're
growing up too fast."
"I guess so, Mom."
I walked over to her, and hugged her fiercely. My mother
hugged me tightly as well.
I could see tears in her eyes as she closed the door
behind her as she left my room.
I looked at my precious bag of tickets. I was very glad
that I hadn't had to use them on my mother. I was, however,
starting to get second thoughts about not using them on my
step-father. I doubted that he would have acquiesced as
easily as my mother had.
I put on a Three Dog Night record on the turntable and I
spent the next half hour thinking about how my step-father
would react. I'd only known him for a few years, whereas I
had known my mother my entire life. I did know that he would
have something to say.
I was right. About a half hour after my mother had left,
there was a knock on my door. I immediately picked up my bag
of tickets, which I had decided to keep right next to me.
Opening the door, I saw my step-father there. "Jim..."
he said.
I interrupted him. "Here, have a ticket!"
My step-father looked confused and then said, "You have
one wish."
"I wish you will let me live my life, and not preach to
me about sexual propriety, especially after the example you
have set having premarital sex with my mother in this very
house."
"Your wish is my command."
"Did you want something?" I asked, innocently.
My step-father shook his head a little and tried to think
what he had wanted to say. All of a sudden, he shook his
head and said, "I just wanted to say that I spoke to your
mother about your inviting a... girl over tomorrow morning.
I promise I won't make a scene."
"Thank you," I said, smiling. "I knew you'd understand."
Merry's father looked around my room, trying to think if
there was anything else he had wanted to say. Being
unsuccessful, he said, "I guess that's all."
"Sure thing," I said.
As my step-father left, I looked at the bag of tickets.
I seriously doubted that he had come upstairs to tell me he
understood. These tickets were pretty handy.
But I had also learned one important lesson: The tickets
weren't everything. I found that with just a little
confidence, I was able to do things for myself. And, after
all, who could not help but be confident when he had those
lucky tickets on his side?
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