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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 10
Once we were outside, Patty gave me a kiss. I felt a bit
uncomfortable doing that in front of Kristen, but I didn't
understand why I was uncomfortable.
We switched cars when Patty drove us back to her house.
I pulled Kristen's passenger seat forward to put Patty
into the nearly futile back seat of the Camaro. "I still
think we should take my car. I'd hate to see a Camaro
damaged by driving it on a dirt road..."
Kristen said, "Better my car than yours. If anything
happens, the dealership will send out a tow truck and I'll
have a rental within an hour.
"Even at this hour?"
"Twenty four hour service," Kristen said, smirking.
Patty couldn't argue with that. "Well, at least my car
has more room for passengers!"
Kristen and I both laughed and agreed with Patty.
Kristen pulled the Camaro out and headed on the street toward
Kneely Park.
"Slow down once you pass the main entrance," Patty
instructed. "It's just a quarter mile or so past it on the
right."
Kristen followed Patty's directions, and she didn't miss
service driveway, even though it was just barely visible.
Kristen followed the dirt road to the path, and up to the
barrier. "It's closed!"
I smiled, and got out of the car. There was a locked
padlock on the barrier, but it was only attached to a chain.
The gate wasn't really locked. I opened the gate and waved
Kristen through. I closed the gate behind her, leaving the
barrier the way that I had found it.
After taking care of the gate, I got back to Kristen's
car and hopped in. "Just follow the path, and you'll find a
clearing," I told her.
Patty said, "Yeah. It's about a quarter mile in."
Kristen found the clearing. "Is this it?"
"Yeah," Patty and I said together.
"Wendy and Camille aren't here," I noted. Actually, I
was surprised that the other two girls would want to come.
After all, they weren't under the influence of the tickets
any more, unlike last week.
A car engine could be heard approaching, and I was
surprised to see headlights move toward the clearing.
Wendy's Datsun made it to the clearing and parked next to
Kristen's Camaro.
Camille got out of the Datsun and looked at Kristen's
car. Kristen was still seated in the driver's seat. She
looked up at Camille and smiled. "You like?"
Camille said, "Bitchin'. You know how to ride a stick,
too? I get all confused when I watch Wendy drive."
Kristen nodded. "My brother Will taught me. He helped
me pick out this car."
Wendy had gotten out of her car, and opened her hatch to
retrieve her blanket. "You guys gonna gawk at Kris' machine?"
Camille grinned, and opened the door for Kristen.
Kristen got out, and we all followed Wendy.
The moon wasn't as bright as I had remembered it the
previous week, and the forest seemed a bit darker and the
shadows seemed to move.
It was also chillier than last week as well. I wondered
if the girls would be as open to getting naked as they had
been the last time, especially without being compelled by any
outside force.
We all knelt on the blanket that Wendy had spread out.
Without saying a word, Wendy casually started to undress.
Kristen, who hadn't been to this spot before, watched
Wendy, and then shrugged and started to pull off her own
clothes as well. Patty and Camille followed suit.
I was glad it was dark, as I felt a bit nervous
undressing in front of the girls. I didn't understand the
nervousness, since all of the girls had seen just about
everything to see on my body, but the nervousness was still
there.
Once naked, a cool breeze hit my stomach and I felt an
urge to pee. Fuck! How totally inconvenient! I saw a large
tree about fifty yards from the blanket, and I started to
walk in its direction.
"Where are you going?" Patty called behind me.
"Nature calls," I answered, not turning around.
"Wait!" I heard Kristen call.
There were footsteps hurrying to reach me. I stopped,
and heard Kristen's voice. "Let me go, too." Kristen caught
up to me. "I think the coolness went straight to my
bladder," Kristen said quietly. "You don't mind if I tag
along, do you?"
I did feel a little embarrassed, but shook my head
letting her know it was all right. Kristen held my hand as
we both walked toward the tree.
Without any hesitation, Kristen found a suitable spot and
squatted down, apparently without any modesty about a boy
watching her take a piss.
I found another tree away from where Kristen was going (I
didn't want to splash her, or embarrass her by staring), and
I attempted to go.
I use the word "attempted" there. Because, despite the
urgency of the feeling, I found that I just could not go.
I heard Kristen's stream finish--it hadn't lasted very
long--and heard a bit of rustling.
"Jim?" I heard Kristen whisper. "Are you done? I have
some Kleenex..."
"Um..." I said, glad for the darkness, because I was
probably as red as Kristen's Camaro. "I um... can't go..."
I heard Kristen giggle softly, and heard her approach me.
"Here... let me..."
I felt, rather than saw, Kristen's right hand encircle my
shaft, which felt harder and thicker than it had in any time
since that incredible kiss we shared before dinner. I was
cringing in embarrassment, although her touch on my dick was
soft, and Kristen let a few of her fingers brush against the
front of my ball sac.
If I couldn't perform by myself, knowing that Kristen was
behind me, then the situation appeared even more hopeless,
since her touch on my rock-hard tube was sending all the
wrong signals to my cock.
"Um, Kristen... that's not helping..."
Kristen interrupted my complaint by stepping up on her
tip toes, and pulling me down to her with her left arm
embracing me.
I forgot all about my embarrassment and melted into her
kiss.
The blonde Goddess managed to pull my entire body into
hers, and I felt, for the first time, her breast crush into
my bare body.
My entire left side felt warm where Kristen's body was
nuzzled against it. She continued to hold my penis away from
me, pointed in the general direction of the tree that I had
selected.
Kristen's tongue snaked into my mouth, and all my
thoughts and being were now focused in the warmth of
Kristen's mouth and body.
Suddenly, I felt my bladder let go, and I felt my cock
vibrate Kristen's hand as she pointed it away from her
further as my stream of urine started to flow.
We continued to kiss as I pissed, the sensation of doing
so feeling a bit wicked and somehow totally erotic.
Kristen even shook my penis to get the last few drops
out, something that I didn't think about until later;
apparently she may have had experience helping a boy piss.
We broke from the kiss, and Kristen moved her mouth to my
ear. "I lied about the Kleenex."
I was confused, but Kristen moved quickly. I soon found
her lips encircling my until-then deflating cock, her tongue
licking the tip that I had just pissed out of. I had never
dreamed that I girl would willingly do what Kristen was now
doing.
Unfortunately, Kristen's oral ministrations didn't last
too long. She let my penis drop--rock hard again!--and stood
up, face to face with me. "We better get back before they
send out a search party," she giggled.
Kristen led the way, and I watched her beautiful ass
wiggle right and left in the dim moonlight as she made her
way back to the blanket.
The girls had apparently started without us. Camille was
in the middle of the blanket, her fingers deep within her
crotch, pumping in and out. "And then he... aaaaahhhhh."
Patty had noticed our return, but Wendy's eyes were
riveted on Camille, who was putting on a masturbation and
fantasy show for her two friends. In fact, Camille's fantasy
seemed to get incoherent as she writhed about on the blanket,
her left hand grabbing the blanket and twisting it as she
convulsed in orgasm.
I hoped there weren't any park rangers within a few
miles, because I figured that Camille's cries of passion were
loud enough to wake the dead.
Kristen and I stared at Camille, whose motions were
finally starting to wane.
My dick was sticking straight up, mostly from Kristen's
quick suck from before, but also from my reaction to watching
Camille's orgasm. I needed relief, and my mind flew back to
a wonderful hand job that I had received a week before.
Unfortunately, the practitioner of that particular hand
job was still in the throes of her own orgasm. I remembered
Patty's warning to me about only being friends with Wendy and
Camille, and I didn't know how Kristen stood as far as being
ordered around.
The only person that I knew who would not get insulted if
I asked for a hand job was at my right side.
"Patricia," I said, softly. "Please jack me off!"
"Yes, James." Patty smiled as she knelt, and faced my
raging hard-on. She grabbed my pole and started a nice up
and down motion. It wasn't as delicate as the one that
Camille had given me, but it would definitely do.
Kristen smiled as she watched Patty masturbate me. I
noticed once again how lovely her face looked, especially
when she smiled. Kristen leaned over to Patty and whispered
something, and Patty nodded back to her.
I wondered what had just transpired, but figured that I'd
find out soon enough.
Kristen moved closer to me, and kissed me once again.
I had both of my hands free, so I took my left one--the
one nearest to Kristen--and started to softly rub her breast.
Again, this was a first for us; we had shared a couple of of
blow jobs and a few hugs and kisses, but I really hadn't had
a chance to explore Kristen's body.
Kristen cooed her appreciation as my fingers traced the
outline of her breast, her nipple hardening as my fingers
caressed it.
Kristen leaned closer and kissed me once more.
I was now getting exquisite sensations from three
directions: Patty and her hand job, Kristen's kiss, and the
tactile sensation as my fingers tried to memorize every goose
bump on Kristen's right breast.
It soon sent me into sensory overload. I could feel my
cock start its contractions, and Patty slowed down her
motions almost to the point of distraction.
At that moment, Kristen also broke the kiss off with me,
startling me even more.
I moaned in protest as the two girls had picked a
particularly lousy time to stop what they were doing... just
as I was about to shoot! However, I soon found out why they
had done so: Kristen lowered her head into my lap and wrapped
her lips around my organ, merely seconds before my jism
started its journey out of my balls.
I could now feel the suction within Kristen's mouth as
Patty resumed her almost tortuous slow-motion up and down
caresses of my tool.
To say, "I came" would be a gross understatement. My
hips were in the air about six inches off the ground as my
shoulder blades and heels arched my body.
I felt the knob of my cock penetrate deeper into
Kristen's mouth than ever before, her lips pushing Patty's
hands down into my sparse pubic hairs and around my balls.
All the air was expended from my lungs as I screamed in
blissful agony. I could feel the warmth of Kristen's mouth
caress almost every inch of my dick, and she continued
sucking.
I closed my eyes, one part of my mind hoping that my
orgasm would stop and allow my body to recover, another part
of my mind wishing that this wonderful pain would continue
forever.
I don't know how long I lay there; I lost all track of
time.
Eventually, I noticed that I was hard. I couldn't
remember if I was still hard, or if I had been manipulated
into readiness by the continuation of Kristen's warm mouth
moving up and down my penis, her speed matching Patty's
deliberate pace. I knew that it was Kristen sucking me
without opening my eyes as there were no longer any hands
jacking me, which was a peculiarity of Kristen's technique.
The pace wasn't as tortuous as before, since my orgasm
had already passed. Actually, it was now starting to feel
like heaven.
I finally opened my eyes and found that I was now the
center of attention of the four girls. Kristen's attention,
obviously, was on sucking me. The other three girls were
looking at the two of us, sitting cross-legged with their
mouths opened in astonishment.
"The mummy awakes!" Wendy said, drawing chuckles from
the other two girls.
My dick felt a spasm as Kristen's suction modified
strangely. I felt contractions around its knob, and then I
heard Kristen cough, expelling my rod from her mouth.
Camille patted Kristen's back, as she continued to cough.
I, as well as the other girls, started to worry about
Kristen, who seemed to have quite a fit.
Finally, Kristen stopped coughing. "Don't EVER do that
again!" she said, breathlessly.
Huh? What did I do?
I then remembered that when I had arched my back, I must
have forced my penis further into Kristen's mouth than she
could take. Did I almost choke her?
But Kristen wasn't looking at me. She was looking at
Wendy. "Don't you EVER make me laugh with that... monster...
in my mouth!"
I felt better; Kristen wasn't angry with me. Then I
giggled as I imagined Kristen attempting to keep from
laughing while she had a sizable portion of my pecker in her
throat. It was a weird mental image.
Patty and Camille started laughing again, and were joined
by Kristen.
Wendy said, sheepishly, "Sorry, Kris."
"'Sokay," Kristen answered, moving over to hug Wendy.
"No hard feelings." Then Kristen leered at me, and added,
"Well, except for a certain SOMEBODY."
The girls giggled once again.
Wendy looked over to me, and asked, "Could I have, maybe,
a little feel?"
"Huh?" asked Kristen, confused, as she hadn't seen the
direction of Wendy's gaze.
Patty answered, "Sure, Wendy. I don't think the zombie
would mind."
Wendy broke the hug with Kristen, and moved closer to me.
"You know, it's not fair. Cammie had to tell her fantasy and
play with herself. You had your girlfriends play with you!
And you didn't tell us your fantasy!"
I shook my head, and said, "I... um... I'm living it!"
Kristen and Patty beamed at my compliment at their work.
Wendy put her hand on my woody, which was sticking
straight up as I was still laying down, my head and back on a
carpet of pine needles. She looked impressed. "I don't
remember tenth graders with units this big."
"I think it's gotten bigger with all the action it's seen
recently," Patty observed.
"Well, maybe I should have given Joe a few more tries,
back then, huh?" joked Wendy as she moved her hands up and
down my shaft with a slight twisting motion, one that felt
very much like my own technique--when I don't have female
volunteers available, that is.
Like Camille, Wendy was very competent at administering
hand jobs. It didn't take her very long to get me almost to
the boiling point, which surprised me since I had just shot
off (or had I? I DID lose track of time... ).
My body started to squirm in anticipation, and I looked
up and saw Kristen licking her lips, getting ready to suck me
again. I was going to ask her to let Wendy finish me, when I
remembered that I had "programmed" Kristen to love the taste
of my semen.
What kind of heel would I be to deny Kristen the taste
that she loved, although she hopefully no longer craved? I
nodded to her, giving her permission to go ahead.
Kristen started licking the tip of my knob, since Wendy's
hands were moving the entire length of my shaft. Her action
surprised Wendy a bit, and she lowered her stimulating hands
slightly to allow Kristen more room to suck me.
But Kristen didn't do so. She continued licking me,
suspending her head above my shaft.
Patty and Camille watched the three of us, their eyes
glued to the sight of me being licked and rubbed at the same
time by two lovely women.
I reached over and gave one of Wendy's boobs a tweak.
This caused a bit of a stutter in her hand's ministrations,
but Wendy quickly recovered.
Patty was always mentioning about the size of Wendy's
hooters, but I found that Wendy's breasts were quite unique
among the smorgasbord of tits that I had in front of me for
an additional reason. The shape of Wendy's breasts were
conical, rather than round, and they sagged just a little as
she sat upright. They also were lacking in much color
difference, except where her tan line was revealed. Her
aureolae were hardly noticeable, and her nipples stuck out in
shape, but not in color. This was in stark contrast to
Kristen, whose aureolae were so much darker than the rest of
the skin of her breasts.
I continued to lightly twist Wendy's nipple using a
technique that I had learned that Patty seemed to love. I
felt her nipple enlarge under my fingers, surprising me,
since I had thought that it was already erect.
Kristen was still just licking me, although her tongue
was making more contact, slathering the entire knob with a
combination of her saliva and my pre-cum.
Once again, I felt my ass start to squirm, and Wendy
stopped her jacking motion.
I expected Kristen to use the opportunity of Wendy's hand
no longer blocking her to engulf my cock, but she didn't.
She just continued to rub her tongue over my head.
My body couldn't take any more stimulation. I started
pumping my semen upward, and Kristen caught it mostly on her
tongue, a drop or two dribbling onto her chin, and back down
into the hairs at the base of my shaft.
I only managed a couple of spurts this time, unlike my
last orgasm. Kristen continued her licking, the head of my
cock now slimy with a combination of her saliva and my semen.
After a few minutes, I realized that Kristen's love for
my semen could keep her licking me over and over for hours.
My dick needed some time to rest, so I called her, quietly.
"Kristen?"
Kristen lifted her head slightly, and said, "Hmmm?"
"Come here and kiss me!"
The blonde bombshell smiled, and moved her body over
mine, her breasts feeling warm against my chest, and her
pubic hair over my over-sensitized groin. She opened her
mouth and kissed me, and I could once again taste my semen as
our two tongues played together.
I wrapped my hands around Kristen and rolled us so that
we were both on our sides. I broke the kiss and said, "I
think you have a fan club!"
Kristen looked puzzled, and then looked around at the
other three girls, that had embarrassed looks on their faces
as Kristen noticed that they had been staring.
"That was wonderful," I whispered into Kristen's ear.
Kristen smiled, and whispered back, "I love you, Jim."
I didn't know what to say to Kristen in response.
* * *
Not wanting to make the same mistake I had made the
previous week, I made sure that I kissed each and every girl
as we started to get up and get dressed. Camille and Wendy
seemed delighted by this, and surprised me by French kissing
me in return.
After I kissed Patty, she whispered to me that she'd see
me tomorrow morning. I wondered if she'd bring Kristen again.
The last girl I kissed was Kristen, and it was also the
longest kiss. She also whispered to me afterward: "Can you
and Patty meet me at my house after she visits you tomorrow
morning?"
I nodded, and whispered, "I'll ask Patty, but I can't see
why not."
"Thanks," Kristen said, giving me another quick kiss.
I dressed while watching the other four girls dress. I
decided that if this was what was going to happen, I was
really going to really like Wednesday nights!
Kristen drove me home, and I was in by eleven thirty. I
said good-night to my family and went to bed.
* * *
I was awake when I heard the back door of our house open.
I knew instinctively that it was Patty.
I had already gone to the bathroom about ten minutes
earlier, so my early-morning hard-on was gone. I tried not
to think about Patty's daily blow job in order to try to keep
it flaccid.
I could barely hear Patty's footsteps coming upstairs,
and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
I heard my door open quietly, and I had started taking
deep breaths. I remember that Patty claimed that I snored,
but I had no idea what my snoring--if I really did
snore--would sound like. I decided not to pretend on that
score.
I tried to fill my head with suitable unerotic thoughts,
such as pits full of snakes and spiders, the latest Cubs game
(they had lost), and other non-sexual things.
My eyes were closed, and I heard rustling and realized
that Patty was undressing. I continued to try to distract my
mind, trying to keep my composure.
Soon, Patty lifted the covers, and she gasped. Patty was
obviously expecting to see something more solid that the
shriveled mass she exposed.
The moment I heard Patty's gasp, though, I knew the jig
was up. I got a terrible case of the giggles that I tried to
smother. I was nowhere near successful, and I felt my
stomach spasm as what I had imagined Patty's astonishment at
my (quite) little surprise.
"You faker!" Patty whispered, noticing my movements.
My giggles became verbal, albeit muted.
Patty dropped her nude body on top of mine, and we kissed
for a few minutes.
"Hmmm," Patty said when we broke the kiss. "It seems to
have come back to life. How'd you do that, anyway?"
"I told you it's hard until I piss in the morning. Well,
I woke up early and took care of it before you got here."
"One of these days, I'll get even with you for that!"
Patty said, no trace of malice in her hushed voice.
"Hey!" I protested. "I only did it to get even with you
for starting this crazy morning blow job thing in the first
place!"
"OK. Let's kiss again and we'll both be even," Patty
suggested.
It was a wonderful suggestion.
One kiss, one blow job, and one back rub later, I told
Patty, "Kristen invited us to her house... after we're
finished here."
Patty nodded. "I know. I made the suggestion myself to
Kristen yesterday afternoon. I really hoped you'd want to
come. I think you and Kristen need to talk, and the two of
you are so shy with each other that you'll probably need me
to get either of you to say shit."
Patty was playing matchmaker.
"Um, Patty?"
"Yeah?"
"When you told me... Kristen loved me...?"
"Uh, huh?"
"Did you mean, she loves me, like you love me? Or did
you mean that she's in love with me?"
Patty grinned. "What do you think?"
"Hmmm... I'm hoping for one, but afraid it's the other."
Patty nodded. "Are you hoping she's in love with you?"
Actually, I was afraid that was the case. It scared me
shitless. And it irritated me when my mother said that that
I was in love with Kristen!
I shrugged.
Patty smiled. "Well, are you in love with Kristen?"
I didn't want to answer that question. My mother thought
I was in love with Kristen, but I really didn't think that
she could possibly be right on that one.
Patty waited for almost a minute for my reply and then
asked, gently, "Well, do you love her?"
I thought about my feelings for Kristen. Although I
originally thought of her as a fucking bitch, I had found
that I was really sorry when I had hurt her, and not just
because Patty was angry with me. I thought about the few
times that the two of us were alone together, and how much
fun she was to be around with. She had shown herself to be
clever, witty, and loving.
Patty was waiting for me to answer that question.
Finally, I said, "Well, Patty. I'm not sure. I've never
loved anybody... other than my family, of course. I mean, I
think I feel the same way about you that you seem to feel
about me, and you say you love me. If that feeling is love,
then, yes, I probably love Kristen."
Patty was silent. "You know, Jim, sometimes it's
difficult to remember that you're only fifteen. I mean that
in a good way, honey. You see, you generally act pretty
mature. But because of that, I keep forgetting that you
don't really have much life experience."
"I guess not," I said sourly, thinking that Patty was
dismissing me as "just a kid."
"Come on, Jim. You know what I mean. You really haven't
dated, have you?"
"Well, no..."
"Well, I can tell you from experience that dating is
sometimes the pits." Patty's face went dark for a few
seconds, apparently thinking of that Freddy Furst asshole.
"Yeah. You told me."
Patty looked at me and said, "But loving somebody... I
mean, really LOVING somebody... it's special. I'm looking
for that one-in-a-million guy myself. I'd be happy with you,
but we don't connect like lovers--real LOVERS--do. I know,
because I thought I was in love with somebody, and it was all
fucked. But in my heart, my feelings were true, even if the
guy was a complete dipshit. I was young, and I wasn't seeing
that the guy didn't love me. Fuck... I had stars in my eyes!
"I'm still looking for somebody that will love ME the
same way that I thought I loved that stupid jock. I may
never find him, but I hope that I will. I know that you
don't feel that special love with me, and it's all right with
me; I don't feel that way toward you, either."
I nodded at Patty.
Patty continued, "If the two of us work at it, we could
probably fall in love with one another. But we don't really
connect that way, and that's all right. It's not your fault
and it isn't mine. We're friends, and sometimes, friendship
is as important as love is."
I nodded vigorously. "I've figured out how important
friendship was this past week. It almost killed me when I
thought I made you angry with what I did with Kristen. I
realized how important your friendship is to me, and I
actually enjoy the friendship that I have with all of you:
Wendy, Camille, and Kristen as well as you yourself."
Patty studied me and said, "Yes. You have figured
friendship out, and that's a good start."
I beamed under Patty's praise.
"Getting back to Kristen, though..." Patty said, eager
to redirect the talk. "I've seen the two of you together.
Last night, you asked me to give you a hand job, even calling
me Patricia in front of my friends. I felt so happy, so
turned on... but... you were looking at Kristen when you
asked me."
"I was not..."
"Yes you were, Jim," Patty said. "And it's OK. I see
the way that you stare at her, the way you look at her with
those big puppy dog eyes. I see the way you hang on every
word she says. How if we need to take a more than one car,
you are the one that offers to go with Kristen."
"You're saying that..."
"Let me finish!" Patty said, her voice just a little
louder to make her point. "Kristen does the same things, in
her own way, Jim. She listens, really listens, when you say
something. If you suggest something, it's the best idea
she's ever heard. She loves you and she's in love with you.
And, whether or not you care to admit it to yourself, you are
in-fucking-completely in love with her!"
I sat there, stunned, slowly shaking my head. Kristen
may love me, maybe she's even in love with me. But me... in
love with Kristen?
My mother had told me the same thing. How were these
females getting their wires crossed?
Patty looked at me, silently letting her words sink in to
my brain.
"Patty, my mother said the same thing, and I've been
thinking about it. Sure, I like looking at Kristen--she's a
good looking girl! Gorgeous, in fact. I think of her as my
'little blonde Goddess,' even. I like her long, straight,
blonde hair. I like her, but do I love her?"
Patty thought for a few seconds. "Tell me more about her
hair."
I thought about Kristen's hair. "It's long, and it looks
soft. Sometimes, I think about running my fingers through
it. I've seen pictures of models with hair like that. I
guess Camille's hair is almost like that, but Kristen's is
nicer."
"What about Wendy's hair?" Patty asked, smiling.
What did Wendy's hair look like? She was blonde, right?
"Um... Curly hair... also a blonde. Right?"
Patty said, "Heh! Wendy's is more wavy than curly. So,
what else do you like about Kristen?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Come on, Jim. Tell me. I just want to know what you
think about her."
I thought a bit. "Well, she crinkles her nose right
before she giggles when somebody says something funny. I
like that."
Patty thought about that, and then said, "That's not
true."
"Huh? She does crinkle her nose!"
"Yeah, but only when YOU say something funny. She didn't
do it last night when Wendy almost choked her when she joked
about you being the living dead, or whatever."
I hadn't noticed that. "That's not the point..."
Patty nodded. "Sorry. continue."
"Hmmm. I like the way she sucks me, but I think it's
mostly because of the programming I did because I made her
think it tastes so good."
"How does she suck you differently?" Patty asked.
"Now, Patty..." I said, not wishing to hurt her
feelings. "I'm not making this a contest. But Kristen just
does it differently. Like... she never uses her hands. She
concentrates everything on her lips and her tongue and her
mouth. I think she even took me into her throat last night.
Is that what they mean by Deep Throat? You know, the movie?"
Patty smiled. "Yes. She 'deep throated' you last night.
I've never seen anybody do that before. I think I'd gag if I
tried. But you're changing the subject."
"Sorry."
"That's OK," Patty smiled, moving in for the kill. "But
now, let me point out something to you. You referred to her
as YOUR little blonde Goddess. Doesn't that sound like
you're being possessive?"
"Huh?"
Patty pressed on. "You think of her as yours. Now that
you've mentioned it, I have to admit that I've seen Kristen
crinkle her nose, but you noticed that she does it right
before she giggles. I had to think whether or not she did it
last night at the park. You notice those little things about
her. You fantasize about running your fingers through her
hair. That sounds romantic, by the way."
I think I started to blush.
"You're afraid to admit it, but you're just as madly in
love with Kristen as she is with you."
Patty's words made sense, but I wasn't sure if my mind
really wanted to accept it. "Well," I asked, "then how come
I can hardly find anything to say to her?"
Patty said, "I think it may be your age, and the fact
that you haven't dated before. Kristen does the same thing,
she gets tongue-tied when she tries to talk directly to you.
I never talked to her about old boyfriends, so I don't know
if she's actually dated. I don't remember hearing about her
dating anybody, but then up until recently, Kristen wasn't a
subject that I was very much interested in."
I nodded. "Well, she said she wasn't a virgin..." I
paused, remembering the details of what Kristen reported was
her "first time."
Patty understood. "Yeah. But anyway, the two of you are
in love, as much in love as I have seen any people."
"I need to think about this."
Patty nodded, and said, "Do that. Be truthful with
yourself." She got up and got dressed.
I watched Patty... I really love watching girls dress,
especially when they don't appear self-conscious doing so.
When Patty finished dressing, she looked at me. "Aren't
you getting dressed? We've got an appointment to meet your
little blonde Goddess!" Patty smiled as she said that.
I knew now that I was going to be sorry that I had told
Patty about the blonde Goddess thing. "Um..."
"Oh, you!" Patty giggled. "Stop blushing!"
I shook my head. "Um, my mom hasn't gotten up yet," I
said.
"Leave her a note. Tell her you're having breakfast with
us."
I shrugged.
Patty went to my dresser and picked out a nice shirt for
me to wear. It was a shirt that my mom bought, hoping I'd
wear it to school, but I usually preferred to wear T-shirts.
I didn't complain when Patty picked it out, however. I just
put it on.
The two of us went downstairs, and I left a note for my
mom telling her that I was with Patty going to visit Kristen.
We drove in Patty's car to Kristen's house, which was a
large house on the outskirts of town. There was a gate in
the driveway, and Patty pulled up to it. She pushed a button
on a box near the gate, and a voice came on "Good morning,
Miss Nadal."
"Kristen's expecting us, Billy," Patty said.
The gate opened.
"You've been here before?" I asked Patty.
"Yeah. Kristen and I talked a bit here a day or so ago."
"About me?"
"Yup," Patty grinned. "About you. And other things.
Just like you and I talk."
Patty parked at the end of a long driveway to the left of
a three-car garage.
I got out of the car, and headed toward the main house,
but Patty called me back. "We're going in here," she said,
indicating the garage.
"The garage?"
"There's a door on the side that leads to some stairs.
There's like an apartment or two up there."
"Wow," I said, noticing for the first time that the
garage actually had a second and third floor.
Patty walked into the door, which was unlocked. She led
me upstairs and down a hallway into a room on the rear of the
garage building.
The door was ajar, and when Patty opened it, we saw
Kristen was already in there, sitting on an easy chair
reading a paperback book. It was "Crime and Punishment" by
Dostoevsky.
"Hi, Jim... Patty!" Kristen said, smiling. "Billy said
you arrived."
"Hi Kris!" Patty said.
"Hey, Kristen!" I said.
I looked at the apartment that Kristen was sitting in.
It looked nice with a beige and dark brown motif. Kristen
had been sitting on an overstuffed chair in what appeared to
be a living room that had a couple of love seats. There were
some bean bag chairs against the walls, and a television set.
There was a kitchen to the right of the living room, and
through the kitchen, I could see a hallway with at least two
doors.
"You live here?" I asked, amazed that Kristen would have
a place with so much privacy.
"No. This is just my play room," Kristen replied. "It
was originally designed to be an apartment for servants, but
we never used it for that. I took it over when I was about
seven, and tend to spend most of my free time here. I sleep
in the main house most of the time, though, although I have
fallen asleep in these comfortable chairs."
"It's nice," I said, awed by the fact that Kristen had
her own private apartment as well as a bedroom at her home.
"It's private, but it's can get lonely in here. I come
in here mostly to read or to watch TV. Patty was one of the
first people other than my brother or my cousins to be in
here."
"Hmmm," I said. This intrigued me. If Patty was one of
the first friends that Kristen had invited, then she hadn't
brought over her snobbish clique friends here. I felt
honored to be here.
Patty said, "I brought him here in one piece, Kris."
Kristen smiled. "So... you guys want to play a game?"
I was surprised. I had thought that Patty brought us
here to talk, but Patty smiled and said, "Yeah. Do you have
any cards?"
"Sure. Pinochle? Bridge? Poker?"
I looked dumb. "Huh?"
Patty said, softly, "Different types of decks, Jim. Do
you know how to play five hundred?"
"I've played that a bit," I said.
"It's tricky with three. How about you, Kris?"
"I play five hundred. Bridge deck, then."
Kristen bent over the top of what I had thought to be a
cocktail table and she pulled it up, exposing a large chest
of games and other things. She rifled through it until she
found a suitable deck of cards. She lowered the top back
down, and placed the cards on it. "Want a card table, or do
you want to sit on the floor and play here?"
I answered, "The floor is fine." I didn't want Kristen
to go out of her way.
Kristen nodded to Patty, who walked out of the living
room and into the kitchen. I heard some movement, and Patty
returned with a tray that had a pitcher of orange juice and a
crumb cake. "Breakfast!"
I smiled. Kristen's "play room" had just about
everything!
Patty said, "I turned on the stove to heat the kettle for
tea, Kris."
It occurred to me that Patty and Kristen seemed to have
this little rendezvous pretty well planned. The breakfast
ingredients were still cold from the refrigerator, and
everything looked just perfect.
Kristen saw me gawking at the tray. "I had Edgar set
this all up last night; I told him that I was expecting
company. I don't want you to think that I slaved over a hot
oven baking you a crumb cake!"
I grinned. I guess being rich had its benefits.
Patty shuffled the cards after we cut ourselves some cake
and poured some OJ. The tea had boiled, and Patty brought
three steaming cups into the living room.
We started to play five hundred.
Kristen was an excellent player, and she won all the
games. While we were playing, Patty would discuss various
things, drawing both Kristen and I into the conversation.
Eventually, I started getting a crick in my neck, so I
looked at my watch. "Goodness! It's eleven thirty!" I said.
"Is it that late?" Patty asked, sounding concerned.
"Darn! I have an errand to run for my Mom. Oh, Kris! I
hate to be a spoil-sport. I need to drive Jim home."
I didn't want to leave; I had been having fun!
"Oh, Patty!" Kris said. "Do you really have to go?"
Patty looked at Kris, and then at me.
"Um... if Kristen doesn't mind, maybe she could take me
home!"
"That's not a problem," Kristen said immediately.
Patty flashed me a smile, and then I realized why Patty's
voice sounded so funny. She probably didn't have an errand
at all... she just wanted an excuse for me and Kristen to be
alone. That conniving, wonderful, beautiful girl!
The two of us bade Patty farewell.
"Five hundred isn't really a two-player game," Kristen
noted after Patty left.
"Yeah," I said, a bit stumped for conversation.
"How about gin rummy?" Kristen asked.
I played that once or twice with a cousin on my real
father's side a few years ago. I figured that I remembered
the basics.
Kristen smiled, and my heart melted. My little blonde
Goddess has a smile that could melt the sun.
She was also a mean gin player. On the first hand, on my
first discard, she called "Gin!"
"Huh?"
"Tell you what, Jim? I'll score you to one hundred and
myself to five hundred. OK?"
Kristen must have had one hell of a gin tutor. That girl
beat the pants off of me for about a dozen straight games,
reaching her five hundred points before I even had a chance
to get my hundred.
That lovely blonde Goddess also beat me the next set of
hands, but I found myself getting more competitive with her.
Oh... the two of us talked. We found it easy to talk
while playing cards, something that Patty must have known all
along.
Kristen and I played gin rummy straight through to about
five o'clock, and I found myself doing better and better
against Kristen to the point where I almost got close to
beating her. I got very close a few games, and Kristen
reluctantly lowered her target score to two hundred. I
never really won against her, But, you know... it never
really mattered!
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