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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 9
Lunch at Vaughn's was OK. I ordered a hamburger, but
only had a bite or two of it. Kristen ordered one as well,
and finished it. Although I knew Kristen was hungry, she
gave no outward signs of it.
The girls talked mostly about school, and Patty drew
Kristen into the conversation in much the same way that she
had done so with me on previous occasions. After about
fifteen minutes, Kristen seemed to liven up, realizing that
the girls really wanted her to talk.
Patty gave me looks during the meal, and tried also to
bring me into the conversation, but I wasn't feeling like
talking. I was still feeling quite lousy about what I had
done to Kristen.
Patty, Wendy, and Camille had decided to order the "Belly
Buster" ice cream dessert together, and asked Kristen if she
wanted to share.
Kristen's eyes widened when the girls made their offer,
and she nodded "yes," looking at me as she did so. The
dessert came, and they all wolfed it down. I just had a tiny
spoonful of some vanilla ice cream from the side closest to
me.
I felt guilty paying for lunch at Vaughn's, since I was
paying with the money that Kristen had given me the day
before--blood money, as I considered it. But I had already
made the offer to the three girls, and the money I had taken
from Kristen was the only money that I had.
I had Patty drive me home afterward, and she tried
talking with me, but stopped when she realized that I just
didn't want to talk, allowing me to work things out myself.
I walked over Jack's house, thankful that the rain had
stopped. Patrice was sitting in her chair in the living
room, and didn't say anything to me when I found Jack.
Seeing Jack's sister made me feel even worse, reminding me
that I had humiliated Patrice in much the same way as
Kristen, albeit not in front of anybody else.
Jack asked me if I had brought my Frisbee--I hadn't--so
he got his football, and we tossed it back and forth in his
back yard.
Jack could see that I was distracted, but didn't say
anything. I hung out with Jack for a couple of hours, using
the time to try to force other things into my mind.
At dinner, my step-father noticed my distraction as well,
and asked me, "Girl trouble?"
My mother looked daggers in her eyes at him, and I
answered, "Maybe," in a noncommittal sort of way.
I went to bed early, and once again spent a night
fighting with myself over how terrible a person I was. And
to think that I had even had the audacity to reenact
Kristen's degradation with Patty just that morning!
* * *
I was awakened by the familiar warmth around my erect
penis. Apparently, Patty had modified her technique, no
longer grasping the shaft and jacking it as she sucked.
I heard some movement to my right, and I saw Patty,
completely nude, smiling at me. Her red hair seemed to glow
in the early morning sunrise. I smiled, happy to see that
Patty was continuing her morning blow jobs, even after my
atrocious behavior the previous day.
I smiled back at Patty--probably the first time that I
had smiled in many hours--and I kissed her. Patty opened her
lips, accepting my kiss, and touching tongues.
The suction on my shaft increased, as my tongue explored
Patty's inner mouth, when my mind told me that I was missing
something kind of important.
Not only was Patty's oral technique noticeably different
this morning, but she had managed to figure out how to French
kiss a boy while blowing him...
Wait a minute! Patty didn't have two mouths!
"Hmmmph!" I said, pushing away from Patty.
"Good morning, sweet cakes," Patty said.
If Patty was lying next to me in my bed, then who was
between my legs, sucking my cock?
I took a deep breath, and looked southward. I saw
Kristen's light blonde hair moving up and down. She was
curled up between my legs, and had her right hand between her
own legs, frigging herself.
Why was Kristen here? I looked back to Patty, who was
smiling at me as I suddenly realized that there were two
girls in my bed. She obviously knew that Kristen was here;
she probably drove Kristen here herself. But why?
Kristen was orally talented, and managed to bring my
release pretty quickly. I arched my back as I pumped my seed
into Kristen's eagerly sucking mouth.
Kristen's breathing went faster as she soon reached her
own orgasm. I watched, fascinated, as Kristen moaned quietly
for a couple of minutes.
Patty got off the bed, and I wondered if she would blow
me next.
Instead, Patty leaned over to Kristen, and the two naked
girls kissed. It was a deep kiss, and lasted about a minute.
Patty smiled and stood up and moved back to me.
When Patty kissed me, I could taste my semen in her
mouth. My eyes went wide at the realization.
The kiss was short, and Patty stood up.
"May I swoll-owe?" Patty said.
Kristen sat up between my legs and repeated Patty's
request.
"Ahh... um... sure!" I said.
The two girls swallowed audibly, and then giggled.
Patty turned to Kristen and said, "See?"
Kristen nodded, and blushed.
I had no idea what the two girls were up to.
"What's going on?" I asked Patty.
"Kristen and I had a very long talk yesterday," Patty
said, looking to Kristen to make sure that she didn't mind.
Kristen nodded her OK.
Patty continued, "It seems you didn't fix everything. It
seems that Kristen thinks your semen, in her own words,
'tastes better than chocolate.' And she cannot orgasm without
it in her mouth."
Oh, fuck. I looked around for my bag with the roll of
tickets in it.
Patty noticed my look, and said, "We talked about it.
Kristen doesn't want you to fix it. At least, not yet."
"Huh?" I asked, confused. "Why?"
Patty blushed, and turned to Kristen, allowing the girl
to talk for herself.
"I kind of... I love the taste. Please don't change
that. I... really sort of like it."
I didn't understand, but it almost made sense. "OK. But
the other thing..."
Kristen blushed again. "You'll need to fix that, but not
right now. Maybe in a few days or so."
"That means..."
Kristen interrupted me. "Yes. I'll need to be with you
occasionally. Do you mind?"
Let's see. A blonde haired rich goddess asks a fifteen
year old boy if he minds if she sucks him off occasionally.
Let's see... what answer would he give?
I didn't disappoint. "I guess. But why?"
Kristen blushed some more, and looked to Patty for
support.
Patty nodded and said, "Kristen told me yesterday that
she thought you were a monster... the devil himself. But
afterward, you fixed the cravings. You cured her addiction.
And then, you held her."
Huh? I said, "I held her?"
Kristen answered this one. "Nobody... nobody ever held
me like that before. Not my mother or father. Nobody. At
least, nobody in many years."
"And in return, you want to have oral sex with me? A
kid?"
Kristen sighed and looked to Patty.
Patty quietly said, "Kristen, get dressed and I'll meet
you out in the car."
"Wait!" I said. Kristen looked at me, hopefully.
I had learned the beginnings of sexual etiquette, and one
thing that I have learned was that if somebody does something
nice to you in a sexual way, that person should be thanked,
preferably with a kiss, but with at least a hug.
I got up from my bed, walking to where Kristen was
standing. Kristen looked extremely nervous, and her body
stiffened. Softly, I brought my arms up to Kristen's
shoulders, and brought her body softly toward mine into a
gentle hug.
Kristen had her eyes closed, her mouth pursed in
anticipation of a kiss. Seeing this, I slowly moved my face
toward hers, and I kissed her briefly. I was very aware of
the pointy nipples of Kristen's breasts sticking into my
chest, and my cock started getting hard again. I didn't want
to overstay my welcome, and pulled back before the kiss
became too passionate. "Thank you, Kristen. You made me
feel good," I whispered to the lovely blonde girl.
Kristen nodded, and the two of us broke from our embrace.
Kristen smiled at Patty, and then quickly dressed. Her
clothes were in a neat pile next to Patty's. I watched as
she pulled a dress that I recognized as a light pink one of
Patty's over her head.
I looked at Patty and she smiled. "We're the same size.
Well, maybe not in the chest department."
One of these days, I would have to have a talk with Patty
about her hang-up about breast size. Kristen pulled on a
pair of sandals and left the room quietly.
Patty turned to me. "Jim, you need to be careful with
Kristen. I told you yesterday that she's in a weird state.
She's still there. Can you believe that she's never had a
friend in her life?"
"Huh?"
Patty nodded. "The gang that hangs around her? They do
it only because she gives them things. Not one of them
really likes her. They'd turn on her in a second if she
didn't give them jewelery, meals, booze, and stuff. They
probably have already started."
"Patrice?" I asked.
"Just as bad as the others, Jim." Patty's eyes went
soft. "Look, I know you have feelings for Patrice, but she's
just as much a gold-digger as the rest of them, according to
Kristen."
"Wow," I said, not knowing what to say.
"You were the first person to just hold Kristen, to try
to make things better for her. You asked her to lunch.
Didn't you hear me yesterday in the bathroom?"
"I thought you were pissed at me," I said. "I wasn't
really listening."
Patty sighed. "I was very angry at you turning Kristen
into a fucking addict. I thought that the very thing that I
fell in love with had gone from you. I was very disappointed
in you."
My heart sank at those words.
"But, Jim... you made it better!" Patty said. "You
fixed it, maybe not completely, but you got rid of the worst
of it. And then you held her. Kristen doesn't have a friend
in the world, and you, her tormentor, just held her. And you
showed me that you WERE the person that I loved. And, more
importantly, you showed Kristen."
I shook my head. I'll never understand women. I
wondered if I would be able to give myself a ticket and wish
to understand them.
"But I just held her," I protested.
"And you invited her to lunch with us. You realized,
without her even telling you, that she was starving. You
treated her as a friend!"
Patty moved over to where her clothes were, and then
asked, "By the way, that was a sweet thing you just did,
hugging Kristen. May I ask what you whispered to her?"
I blushed, and said, "I thanked her for making me feel
good."
The red haired girl smiled at me. "You really are
sweet," she said, and started dressing.
I loved watching Patty dress, and today was no different.
She was wearing a lavender version of the pink dress that
Kristen had worn.
"Wow," I said, finally getting what Patty was telling me.
"Wow, indeed," Patty said as she pulled on her sandals,
looking at them with a sour expression. "Fuck... these are
Kristen's. I guess she has smaller feet than me. God, I
have big feet and tiny tits."
"Now, Patty..." I started.
"Oh, pooh!" Patty smiled. She moved back to me and
kissed me.
As she got to my door, Patty turned and said, "Remember I
told you that Kristen is in a weird state?"
"Uh, huh."
"Well, it's a bit weirder than you think. She's actually
in love with you."
Patty smiled at me, having delivered her bombshell, and
simply exited.
"Huh?"
But Patty didn't elaborate; she had already left. I was
stunned.
I realized that I had a piss hard-on that felt like it
would burst. I exited my room and did a messy job of
emptying my bladder.
* * *
I knocked on Jack's door, and Patrice answered it. She
didn't say anything, but just shrugged and went back to her
chair in the living room.
I found Jack in his bedroom. "What's up with Patrice?"
Jack shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care. She's a
fucking bitch."
"She's your sister, for Christ's sake!"
Jack shrugged again. "I'll trade her for yours if you
want."
"You don't even like Merry," I said to another shrug. I
had brought my duffel bag with my Frisbees in it, and the two
of us walked to the park.
I realized on the way that I had left my tickets at home,
but didn't anticipate that I would need them. I had fucked
things up pretty bad when I had used them on Kristen and had
decided that I was going to be extra careful before using
them again. And I'd probably better stop using them for
revenge.
At the park, we saw Doreen, who brightened up when she
saw us.
I looked around, but Marla was nowhere to be found.
Jack and I waved to Doreen, who waved back at us. We
walked over to her.
"Hi, Doreen," Jack said.
"Hi, Jack."
"Where's Marla?" I asked.
Doreen turned to me. "I could ask, where were you?
Marla and I waited for you for an hour the other day. We
thought you might bring Jack."
Oh, Fuck! I had said I might meet them at the mall.
"I... um... I got tied up..."
Jack looked at me. "You saw Doreen at the mall?"
Doreen said, "You didn't tell him I said 'hi?'"
Now I had two more people angry at me. "I... shit! I
forgot." Fuck! Fuck!
Doreen nodded at Jack. "I told him to say 'hi' to you."
She turned back to me and said, "Marla's back in Orange
County. She left last night. You didn't even say good-bye
to her."
Feeling like a complete idiot was becoming quite a habit
with me.
Jack's attention was on Doreen, and Doreen had turned
back to Jack, having answered my question.
They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and I started to
feel like I was crowding them. "Think I'll walk home."
"Sure Jim," Jack said without even looking at me. There
wasn't any anger in his voice; he was just distracted with
Doreen there. She had nicer tits than I did, I supposed.
I walked back home and threw my duffel bag in the shed.
Having nothing else to do, I walked over to the mall.
I was wandering aimlessly. I visited the record store
where I had met the three girls. I looked at the lingerie
shop where I had given them the tickets. I went to the food
court where I had seen Marla probably for the last time.
There were a lot of memories in this mall, and they weren't
necessarily the ones that I had wanted to think about.
School would start in just a week. I never thought that
I'd look forward to it, but there was nothing right now that
interested me.
I thought about Jack and Doreen. They were the same age,
unlike me and any of the girls that I had been with, with the
exception of Marla.
I felt sad to know that Marla was back in California. I
wondered if I'd ever visit the Golden State, and if I did,
would Marla remember me? Or would she be mad at me for
standing her up here at the fucking mall?
"Lookie here!"
It was a familiar voice. Wendy!
I turned around and smiled. "Hi, Wendy! Hi, Camille.
Where's Patty?"
Camille smiled back. "Patty's with her new best friend."
I looked at Camille strangely. I had thought that
Camille was Patty's best friend.
Camille saw the confused look in my face. "She's with
Kristen, you dummy. She told me that the two of them were
going to visit you today. I thought they were with you."
Camille looked around, but didn't see any sign of the other
two girls.
I shook my head. "I saw them for a bit earlier. Then
they went out. I have no idea where."
Wendy shrugged. "We'll probably see her later anyway.
We usually go to the mall Wednesday nights. You remember
last Wednesday, huh?"
That was the day that I had met the three girls. I
smiled. "Uh, huh."
"We'd love it if you could hang out with us," Wendy
offered. "Maybe we could visit Kneely Park again?"
I was surprised by that offer, especially since it didn't
come as a result of me handing Wendy a ticket. "Sure," I
said.
Camille said, "Oh, and thanks for lunch yesterday. It
was a killer sundae."
Wendy nodded her agreement.
"Well," I said, feeling a bit sheepish. "It was actually
Kristen who paid."
"Huh?" Wendy asked.
"It was Kristen's money that she gave me when I
humiliated her. I explained that to you."
Wendy shuddered. "I hope I never piss you off, Jim."
Camille nodded her agreement.
"Don't worry about it," I assured the two of them. "I
learned a rather difficult lesson yesterday. I'm getting out
of the revenge business."
The two girls nodded.
The conversation got a bit awkward, when I saw Camille's
eyes light up, looking behind me.
I turned around, following Camille's glance, and noticed
Kristen and Patty, still wearing their matching pink and
lavender dresses.
"You two look like twins," I said, smiling at the two
girls.
"Yeah," Patty said sarcastically. "A stunning blonde
with big boobs, and a red head with two warts on her chest.
Some twins."
I shook my head at Patty. "Wendy has the big boobs." It
wasn't until I had said those words that I remembered that
Wendy was right behind me, and I cringed, hoping that Wendy
didn't get offended.
Kristen giggled at my remark, crinkling her nose, and her
eyes seemed to look straight into my eyes and into my soul.
I heard Camille remark, "Wendy's are more like the things
that fly in the sky with the word 'Goodyear' on it."
I felt better by Camille's words, and realized that girls
usually remark about each other's assets, and they were, once
again, treating me like a friend.
Patty and Kristen moved so that we were all standing in
some sort of a circle.
Camille said, "Why are we all here this morning? We
usually do nighttime on Wednesdays."
Patty smiled and said, "We were just doing some window
shopping. Kristen has very nice, and very expensive, tastes
in clothes. Have you ever been to Martin's?"
"In my dreams!" Camille said, grinning.
"Jim's right. You two almost look like twins," Wendy
remarked with a smirk. "And I'm not the one with the big
boobs. Berta Schmidt is probably a couple of cup sizes
bigger." Berta was a girl that the guys referred to as "Big
Bertha" behind her back. These same guys often stood agape
gawking at her assets when looking at her from the front.
Patty glared at Wendy, and then said, "Kristen has
American Express," Patty said. "Her father just pays the
bills."
"Killer!" said Camille and Wendy, together.
"So, where are you guys off to, now?" I asked Patty and
Kristen.
"Food court," Patty answered. "Could use a good coffee.
These early mornings are getting to me."
I think I might have blushed at Patty's reference to
early mornings; I know that the other three girls all
grinned. Apparently, they all knew about our arrangement.
We all headed toward the food court. I was feeling
better having all the girls with me. Kristen walked with her
and somehow we ended up with her hand holding my elbow.
I remembered Patty's words to me about Kristen: "I think
she's in love with you." The way she was walking with me, it
appeared that, at least, Kristen didn't mind being seen with
me.
I didn't really know much about Kristen, except that she
was rich and up until yesterday, she was the leader of a
bunch of snooty girls in the high school. She was a
ravishing blonde, with a pixie-ish round face. She usually
wore simple gold jewelery, but wasn't wearing anything
noticeable today.
I saw a few people from the high school gawk at the five
of us as we walked through the mall. Kristen and I were both
quite out of place with the other three girls, especially
walking arm in arm; I imagined that there would be some
gossip about us before school opened next week. I wondered
how Kristen would react.
There was a little shop in the food court that sold
coffee and crumb cakes to the morning crowd, and the girls
headed there with me in tow. I stayed back a bit as Patty,
Wendy, and Camille went on the food service line.
I walked to a couple of tables that were close together,
and moved them closer. I smiled as I saw Kristen looking at
me from across the tables.
"Do you want some coffee, too?" I asked.
Kristen said, "No. I never drink coffee."
"Oh," I said, not knowing what to say next. "How about
tea?"
Kristen started to say something, but then stopped
herself and just nodded.
I still had about twenty dollars of Kristen's money in my
back pocket. "Milk? Lemon? Sugar?" I asked.
"Lemon and Sweet and Low," Kristen answered.
"Cake?" I offered.
Kristen shook her head no.
"Watch the table, and I'll be right back."
I got on the food service line, and there was a woman
between Camille and me. Camille asked, "You getting coffee,
too?"
"Tea," I answered.
Camille pointed toward the end of the line near the cash
register. "It's at the end. We're waiting for a new pot of
coffee to come up. You can pass us."
I thanked Camille. I saw that Patty and Wendy were
talking quietly together on the line, and I didn't interrupt
them, but went to where the hot water was sitting for tea.
I poured some water into a Styrofoam cup and added a
Lipton bag. There was a slice of lemon in a bowl and I put
that on the coffee plate.
The bill came to forty-five cents. I gave the woman a
dollar bill, and got my change.
Kristen was where I had left her, and I set her cup of
tea in front of her.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" I asked.
Kristen shrugged.
If you've read this far in my story, you'll know that up
until a little more than a week ago, I was quite
inexperienced with girls. I had never been out on a date
before. Now, more than a week later, I had kissed and had
been kissed. I had even been sucked by more than one girl.
But I was still a virgin in many other important areas.
I didn't really know how to talk to a girl one on one, other
than to hand her a ticket and command her to do my bidding,
something that was appealing less and less to me.
Now I was alone with one of the prettiest girls in
school--a girl who reportedly loved me--and I found myself
tongue-tied.
For her part, Kristen also seemed inexperienced, although
I figured she probably must have had her share of dates since
she was so good looking and was entering twelfth grade. I
thought that the reason that she was shy was due to my age,
and what I had made her do the other day. It must be
confusing to her. She was probably also scared shitless at
the power that I showed her the other day.
I looked back toward the coffee shop, and Wendy was just
getting her coffee.
"The girls are waiting for a fresh pot," I informed
Kristen.
Kristen simply nodded.
What could a guy like me talk about with a girl like
Kristen? We had very little in common, and since she was two
years older than me, it was certain that we wouldn't have the
same classes.
Kristen was sitting, shifting her glance between me and
the cup of tea that I had brought her.
I had no idea what church Kristen attended, what clubs
she was a part of, what interests she had inside or outside
of school. What could I talk about?
The rest of the girls had made it over to our tables, and
sat down. I was a bit disappointed that Patty sat next to
Kristen, but Wendy sat next to me.
Camille was in the middle of some story. "So, Holly
tells me that the boy, I think his name was Freddy, and he
says, like, 'Do you live around here?' I mean, such a corny
pick-up line!"
Patty and Wendy were grinning.
Camille continued. "Like, she was wearing her
cheerleader outfit, you know? And the guy thinks, yeah, a
cheerleader outfit means 'I'm available' to every dork she
sees."
I had no idea who Holly or this Freddy guy was. But
Kristen picked up on the conversation. "Was that Freddy on
the football team last year?"
Patty stopped smiling, I noticed.
Camille nodded, "Yeah, Kris. You know him?"
Kristen shrugged. "He tried talking to Lynette last
year, one of the girls I used to hang around with. She shot
him down completely. He apparently has some sort of
reputation and the word is to avoid him. I wonder what he
was doing hanging around the school. He was a senior last
year."
Camille said, "I think he might have been in summer
school; maybe he didn't get his diploma yet."
Patty said, quietly, "Freddy Furst? The quarterback from
last year?"
Kristen answered, "Yeah. You know him?"
Patty nodded, and added quietly, "I, um... sort of dated
him once in tenth grade."
Camille said, "Oh. I'm sorry, Patty..."
Patty forced a smile. "No big deal..."
Kristen looked confused, and Camille shot Kristen a look
to tell her to drop the subject.
It finally occurred to me that this Freddy Furst might
just be the guy that had almost destroyed Patty's life a year
and a half ago. I felt my blood run cold. A thousand
scenarios ran through my mind and I contemplated what a
person with a ticket could do to this guy. I could make
him...
Oh, fuck! Here I was, twenty four hours after virtually
promising myself that I would never take my anger out on
anybody using the tickets again, and I was conveniently
forgetting that very promise the first chance I got.
Luckily, the topic of conversation had changed. I saw
Patty's eyes, and she looked a bit fearful at me, as if she
knew the dark thoughts that had just recently occupied my
mind.
I smiled at Patty; a warm smile that hopefully told her
that I wasn't thinking of lighting matches under a certain
boy's toenails. I think she got the message; she smiled back.
I had, in fact, been thinking about lighting them
underneath the boy's testicles...
* * *
Wendy and Camille had plans for the afternoon. That left
Patty, Kristen, and me.
Then Patty smiled at the two of us, and told me that
she'd pick us up at my house at seven that evening. She left
Kristen and me, giving us both a knowing smile.
"My car is at Patty's," Kristen said. She looked around.
"I guess we'll be at the mall for a few hours. Where should
we go?"
I smiled. "I think that Patty has already told the two
of us: we're going to my house."
* * *
Kristen looked a bit uneasy as we walked in the direction
of my house.
I assured Kristen that my mother would understand and
that my step-father would not be any problem.
Still, Kristen seemed quite nervous, even more nervous
than what she exhibited in the food court when the two of us
were alone, and I was trying to figure out how to talk with a
member of the opposite sex.
Once again, Kristen held my arm as we walked together,
and we finally turned into the sidewalk that led to the front
door of my house.
I opened the door and let Kristen in. Merry was in the
living room, watching T.V.
"Hi, Merry. I'd like you to meet Kristen."
Merry looked at Kristen, and smiled. "Do you have a car,
too?"
Kristen smiled at Merry's precociousness. "I have a
little red Camaro," she answered.
Merry's mouth opened. "Camaro? Really? Is that the car
that's made of plastic?"
I giggled. "I think you're thinking of a Corvette. And
it's vinyl, not plastic. Not quite the same!"
Kristen shrugged. "My older brother has a 'Vette. He's
constantly tinkering with it. At least my Camaro stays on
the road and is ready when I need it."
Merry ran to the window. "Is it here? Can you take me
for a ride?"
I laughed. "Kristen's car is parked at Patty's, Merry."
Kristen smiled. "Don't worry, Jim. I'm used to people
wanting a ride in my car. Merry, I can't take you right now,
but I promise I'll take you very soon. OK?"
Merry looked disappointed. Then she said, "So... where's
Patty?"
I said, "Patty has other plans. She'll be picking
Kristen and me up later. After supper."
Merry said, "Oh! Is Kristen staying for dinner?"
I answered, "I need to ask Mom, Shortcake."
At one time, Merry hated the name "Shortcake." But I had
been using the term more and more often, especially when
Merry was being her cute little self. I tended to use it
when I was happy with her, and I could sense that she was
growing to like it. My use this particular time in front of
Kristen actually brought a smile to her lips.
"Mom's making spaghetti," Merry reported. "There'll be
enough, I promise. You know Mom."
I laughed.
My mom was actually making a salad in the kitchen when I
brought Kristen into the kitchen. I could smell the spices
simmering in the sauce.
"Jim, is this a new friend?" my mom asked, giving my
blonde girlfriend a friendly once-over.
"Yes, mom. This is Kristen."
"Kristen?" Mom repeated.
"Kristen Swift," Kristen told her.
My mom put her lettuce aside and brushed off her hands,
taking Kristen's in hers. "Miss Swift, I'm happy to meet
you!"
Kristen looked a bit uncomfortable with my mother's
reaction. "Please. Call me Kristen."
"Thank you, Kristen. You can call me Margaret, or Mrs.
Cummings," my mother said.
This was weird; this was the first time my mother ever
had suggested that a friend of mine refer to her by her first
name.
"Mrs. Cummings," Kristen said, "You have a very lovely
house."
My mother blushed. "Well, it's nothing like you're used
to, of course..."
Kristen rolled her eyes.
It hit me that my mother knew Kristen's parents, if only
by reputation.
"Mom," I said, coming to Kristen's rescue. "Kristen is
my, um... friend. I was wondering if she could stay for
dinner."
"Dinner?" my mother said. She smiled and said, "We're
making macaroni and gravy tonight. There'll be plenty for
all of us, including Kristen, with enough for leftovers. Of
course Kristen can stay. Does she need to call her parents?"
Kristen shook her head. "My parents give me pretty much
a free reign. If I'm not home, it just means that the cook
has one less meal to prepare."
I said, "Mom... do you mind if I take Kristen upstairs to
listen to some albums?"
Expecting one of my Mom's suspicious looks, I found
myself surprised when she smiled and said, "Sure, kids. Have
fun."
I looked at my mom for a moment and then led Kristen
upstairs.
* * *
Kristen picked out a Carpenter's album that I had
forgotten that I had even had (maybe it was Merry's), and I
put it on my turntable.
"Your mother seems nice."
"She knows your family, obviously," I pointed out.
"Yeah," Kristen nodded. "I've seen that reaction before."
I laughed. "I guess you have."
There was a bit of a pause as neither one of us was
figuring what to say next.
"So, this is my room," I said, gesturing toward the walls.
"I saw it... earlier," Kristen pointed out.
"But the light's on now," I grinned.
Kristen sat on my bed. She had a determined look on her
face, and I knew she wanted to say something important. I
gave her the opportunity.
"Jim...?"
"Yes?"
"Patty told me about your relationship with her. I want
you to know that I understand."
I nodded. "Patty's my friend..."
"Jim. I was here this morning. I know she's a bit more
than a friend. And I want to be your friend, too."
What was Kristen saying? She wanted to visit with Patty?
Or did she just want to be a friend? Her statement could be
taken quite a few different ways, and I didn't want to
mistakenly infer some connotation that she didn't intend to
imply.
I reached out toward Kristen. "I want to be your friend,
too. I know I made you do some bad..."
Kristen put her finger to my mouth, shushing me. "I
forgave you, Jim."
"Kristen, I want you to know..."
This time, Kristen silenced me by putting her lips
against mine.
Kristen's lips were warm, and I could smell her unique
perfume from her close proximity to me. The scent of Kristen
seemed to make a bee-line from my nose straight to my balls.
I was instantly erect.
I touched my tongue against her lips, and they opened,
inviting my tongue inside. I withdrew my tongue, and found
hers at the entrance of my lips.
Kristen's lips quivered slightly, giving me the feeling
that she was nervous. Why would this gorgeous creature be
nervous kissing a boy two years younger than her?
My arms pulled her body against mine, and the two of us
hugged. She returned my hug, and I heard her exhale
contentedly through her nose as we continued to kiss.
After a few moments, we broke the kiss.
In the past week or so, I had kissed a few girls. I was
by no means a man of the world, but I had shared friendly
kisses and sensual kisses. The one I shared with Kristen was
tender, but it seemed to give me a reaction that no other
girl had managed to yet achieve. I had an erection that had
started the second I had smelled her perfume and which had
since grown to what felt to be epic proportions. This girl
knew how to kiss!
The record player was playing a repeated scratch,
scratch, scratch, as the needle was stuck in the run-out
groove signaling the end of side one. I looked at the
clock... Was it true? Had twenty minutes already passed?
The smell of my mother's sauce permeated the entire house
now, although it was Kristen's perfume that my nostrils tried
to search out. I told Kristen that we should head
downstairs, and she told me that she needed to make a detour
at the bathroom first.
I wasn't sure of the etiquette of this situation. Should
I wait for her outside the bathroom, or should I go
downstairs and wait for her there?
I wimped out and waited for her in my room, the bathroom
being between my room and the stairs. I stood outside my
door once she was in, and when I heard the toilet flush, I
started walking slowly, as if I was heading downstairs
without her, and that meeting her at exactly that time was a
rather pleasant coincidence.
I led her downstairs into the living room. My
step-father and Merry were watching T.V. I introduced Kristen
to my step-father.
"Nice to meet you, Kristen. I enjoy meeting Jim's
friends."
"Thank you," Kristen said.
My mother called dinner a few minutes later, and the four
of us moved into the dining room.
After we sat down, Kristen said, "Mrs. Cummings, I really
love your china!"
I realized that my mother had set the table with the
stuff that she usually reserved for Thanksgiving and
Christmas.
"Thank you, Kristen. It was a wedding gift..." My
mother looked a bit uneasy, mostly because it was a gift from
her first marriage.
"It's lovely," Kristen repeated.
Supper went well. Kristen didn't seem to be as
tongue-tied with my family as she had been with me earlier.
She handled herself very well with dignity and aplomb, and it
was apparent that my entire family was quite taken with her.
And why should they not? Kristen presented herself as a
lovely, articulate, and intelligent person. She knew just
enough about sports to know the rankings of the local
baseball teams (neither the White Sox nor the Cubs had any
chance at the series this year) to impress my step-father.
She said all the right things to everybody, even to the point
of not speaking down to my younger step-sister.
After dinner, Merry offered to do the dishes, and the
rest of us went into the living room and continued our dinner
conversation in there.
I don't remember too much of the conversation; I spent my
time watching Kristen. She was a whole other person than the
one that I had known the past thirty-six hours. I guess she
was on her own turf--social situations.
Kristen excused herself to "powder her nose" (do girls
actually carry talc in their purses?). My mother invited
me into the kitchen to help her dish out some ice cream.
Once in the kitchen, my mother said, "This girl's a
keeper."
"Mom, she's a friend!"
My mother smiled at me. "And she's a girl. 'Girl' plus
'friend' equals 'Girl friend.' Do I have to spell it out?"
"Mom!" I whined. I hated when my mother tended to find
things that just weren't there.
My mother shook her head. "Oh, Jim. I've seen the way
you've been looking at her the entire evening. And I've seen
the way she looks at you when she thinks nobody's looking. I
can tell when two people are in love."
Me? In love? With Kristen? My mom must have been
smoking dope!
I had accepted Patty's announcement that Kristen loved me
earlier that day, but it hadn't really registered in my mind
the way that Patty had put it. Patty was very specific when
she talked about love. For instance, Patty said that she
loved me, but insisted that she wasn't in love with me. To
Patty, there was a subtle, but noticeable, difference.
Patty had described Kristen's attitude toward me, as
Kristen being IN LOVE with me.
Maybe that was so. But my mom said that I was IN LOVE
with Kristen. The two of us hardly knew each other! My mom
had to be way off base there.
To Kristen's credit, I had to admit that she was probably
the prettiest girl on the face of the earth. She was very
intelligent; so much so that I had decided during dinner that
the stories about her father bribing her teachers were
probably apocryphal or vicious gossip. She also kissed
better than anybody else I had ever kissed.
But was I in love? I couldn't help but think that my
mother had her wires crossed.
"Whatever," I finally said to my mother.
At seven, Kristen and I told my family that we were going
out. I made it a point to tell my mother that I'd be home by
midnight, a good two hours past my current bedtime. My
mother didn't give me any argument.
Patty arrived precisely on time. Merry said "Hi" to her,
and looked out, disappointed that Patty was not driving
Kristen's Camaro.
We smiled, and bid our good-byes.
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