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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 11
I think that both Kristen and I grew tired from playing
cards for over seven hours straight. I mean, I wasn't tired
of being with Kristen, but I was starting to see red and
black spots in my eyes!
Kristen was the first to notice the time; it was nearly
dinner time. I knew that my mom would kill me if I were to
miss dinner without letting her know (she'd probably call
"911" at six o'clock), so I told Kristen that I needed to be
home for dinner.
I wasn't too happy to leave Kristen. I actually got to
know her much better during the time we had played cards. We
talked about little things, or families, and whatever else
happened to pop into our heads.
I found that Kristen's father was very heavy into the
stock market, and had investments all over the world. He
served on the board of directors of a few very large
companies. Her mother was a socialite, planning and
participating in a lot of charity events for the many
philanthropic organizations that she belonged to.
Kristen's brother, Will, was going to a college in
Boston. His grades weren't spectacular, but Kristen's family
could easily afford the tuition. This year, Will had picked
out an apartment nearby and was living off-campus.
I told Kristen about my mother, and my step-family, which
she had already met and charmed. She said that she really
liked Merry, especially her precociousness, which is more or
less the same way I felt about my step-sister.
We talked about Jack, my best friend (I guess he's now my
best "male" friend), and even Patrice. I was a bit surprised
when I found that Kristen didn't have many nice things to say
about Patrice--of all the people in Kristen's old gang,
Patrice and somebody named Dale had always seemed to Kristen
to be the biggest gold diggers. I told Kristen about how
nice Patrice used to be, and the two of us wondered what
could have changed Patrice. I had always thought it was
Kristen's influence, but having gotten to know Kristen
better, I was starting to have my doubts.
Kristen gave me some pointers about what to expect in
tenth grade, and offered to help me with any subjects that I
might find difficult. I made the same offer to her, which
probably amused Kristen.
And, of course, Kristen was a very sharp card player.
Talking with her took my mind from the game, but even if I
had been concentrating one hundred percent, and not
distracted by our conversation or the presence of the
loveliest blonde Goddess on this planet, I would have lost.
Kristen told me that she had learned how to play from an
old Hoyle book her father had given her, and the book also
detailed strategies. Kristen played continually with her
brother up until her brother left for New England. I made a
silent vow not to try her at poker.
On the way home, I considered inviting Kristen for dinner
again, but decided that twice in a short period of time would
get my mother on again about my being in love. I still
wasn't completely sure if I was, but both Patty and Mom had
been pretty adamant.
As I went to get out of the Camaro, Kristen touched my
arm. "Jim?"
I turned back to Kristen. "Yes?"
"Would you mind if I... if I visited you with Patty
tomorrow morning?" Kristen looked worried that I might say
no.
I had no problems with that, and figured that Patty
probably wouldn't as she had invited Kristen herself the
other day. "I'd love to see you. Are you sure you want to
come?"
Kristen didn't answer me. Instead, she pulled me closer
by my arm and gave me a warm, wet kiss.
Yes, I guess Kristen was pretty sure.
* * *
I think I was a bit distracted at dinner, but this was no
longer unusual for me, and my family didn't ask if anything
was wrong.
Mom did ask me how my day went with Patty and Kristen,
and I had told her that I had only seen Patty for a couple of
hours, and had spent most of the day with Kristen.
"Ah, I saw you drive up in her Camaro," my mom answered.
Merry looked a bit disappointed. "Hey! She promised to
take me for a ride in that car!"
"Soon," I smiled to my step-sister. "Kristen promises!"
"Kristen is a nice girl," my mother said before changing
the subject to whatever it was she did that day. Luckily,
she didn't embarrass me with her insistence that I was in
love with Kristen.
* * *
In my room, I saw the crumpled bag that held my roll of
tickets. I realized that I hadn't used them very much in the
last couple of days... in fact, I hadn't used them at all!
I thought back to when I first found those tickets. It
was only about ten days ago, but it felt like it was a much
longer time. I thought about my taking advantage of Merry,
and how I humiliated Patrice. I felt a pang of remorse as I
thought back about Marla, who was living in California, and
was probably angry at me for standing her up a few days ago.
I remembered Kneely Park with Wendy, Camille, and Patty, and
then Patty and Kristen.
One thing that I realized was that I seemed to have grown
up from a naive fifteen year old boy who was pretty ignorant
about sex to a much more sophisticated young man who now had
five girls as friends, two of which I had a much closer
relationship. In fact, I might actually be in love with one
of them, if Patty and my mother were correct.
I was also still a virgin. My sex life now mostly
consisted of watching girls masturbate, occasionally
masturbating them myself, and receiving hand jobs and blow
jobs. And this was much better than it had been only ten
days ago, when my only sexual partner consisted of a palm and
five fingers.
A part of me wanted to finally go "all the way" with a
girl, but I really wanted my first time to be special. I had
discussed this a few times with Patty, who I had already
decided wouldn't be my first "real" sex partner. I didn't
explain my reasons, but told her that I was looking for the
perfect situation. She seemed to understand that, and
thought that it was a good idea.
Part of the reason I eliminated Patty from my list of
potential sex partners was fear. Her first time with a boy
that way left a big emotional scar on her psyche. Her second
time was very disappointing, since she was unable to achieve
her release. Patty wanted her next experience to be the one
for her... the one that would make her dreams come true.
"Fireworks," as she had described it to me during one of our
back rub sessions. As inexperienced as I am, I doubted that
I'd be able to fit the bill, and I think Patty probably
agreed. She was looking for somebody that she was in love
with, and who loved her as well. I did love Patty, but not
in the way she needed.
Wendy and Camille were eliminated from my list, as my
friendship with them wasn't as deep as my closeness to Patty.
I had been astounded when Camille made an offer for a "little
one on one" the day I humiliated Kristen in front of her,
since I didn't think our relationship was that close. I had
since found out, from gossiping with the girls, that
Camille's attitude toward sex was that it was simply a
recreational activity. That eliminated her completely from
my list... at least from my list of candidates for my first
time. I was looking for romance and something special.
Of course, I would never consider Merry a possibility.
She was too young, and even if we weren't blood relatives,
she was still by step-sister. I'd never forgive myself if I
did something like that, and I'd probably castrate any guy
that would ever consider anything but the very best for my
little Shortcake.
Marla was impossible, living in California, but she would
probably have been a wonderful partner. She wasn't too shy,
she was witty, and she seemed to enjoy her experience with me
in the park. I thought about Marla for a few minutes,
thinking about her body, her face... something could have
clicked there. Unfortunately, I was too busy being careless
with a few of my tickets to actually meet her right before
she left to go home. I had stood Marla up. I think I'll
never forgive myself for that until my dying day.
I knew that my list was missing one obvious choice... my
little blonde Goddess.
Kristen was lovely, a walking wet dream. She seemed shy,
but when she opened up, she was just as beautiful inside as
she was outside. Wendy, Camille, and Patty all warmed up to
her very quickly, despite their original belief that Kristen
was a bitch. Whoever came up with the phrase "beauty is only
skin deep" had never met Kristen. She had a pretty nice
sense of humor, and really laughed when I said something
funny, crinkling her nose the way I had described to Patty.
Patty told me that Kristen was in love with me. She also
told me that I was in love with Kristen, and now, alone in my
room, with nobody else for me to be embarrassed in front of,
I truly considered my feelings toward Kristen. I thought
about what Patty said to me earlier that day, and realized
that there might be more than a little truth in what she
said. Kristen was definitely lovable, and if I loved Patty,
then my feelings toward Kristen were probably a little deeper.
Was I possessive about Kristen, as Patty had claimed? I
mean, "my little blonde Goddess" was just an expression. I
might have heard it in a movie somewhere, but the expression
just jumped into my mind one day when I saw Kristen--complete
with the capital "G." Did it mean anything more? I tried to
think about Kristen dating somebody else, and found that the
thought was surprisingly unsettling. I had to admit to
myself that I might be a little bit possessive about Kristen.
So, what did this mean? I was in love with Kristen?
I tried to imagine me taking Kristen out on a date,
wearing a suit at a restaurant while we ate by candlelight,
every head turning as Kristen walked past, dressed like some
ravishing fashion model, and radiating her inner and outer
beauty. I think I may have swooned at that image.
My mind went back to how I'd like to spend my first
time... my first real sexual union... and found that Kristen
fit the image in my fantasy quite easily. She was probably
the perfect candidate.
Since I only knew Kristen for a few days, I figured it
might be best to wait. After all, I had been virgin for
nearly sixteen years. A few more days, weeks, or even months
wouldn't kill me.
But it would be a frustrating day, week, or month for me.
I really hoped that the wait would be worthwhile.
* * *
The next morning, I heard the back door open and I was
ready for the girls. Like the previous day, I had relieved
my bladder before they arrived, but today it was hard again
as I eagerly anticipated Kristen's arrival.
My door opened slowly, and the two girls entered my room.
"Hi, girls!" I said, standing up wearing just my pajama
bottoms.
"You're not pretending to be asleep again?" Patty asked,
a twinkle in her eye.
"Nah. That was funny once. I don't want to overdo it."
Kristen looked puzzled, and Patty explained the "trick"
that I had played on her yesterday. Kristen looked at me,
and then crinkled her nose and started to giggle.
"See, Patty! She did it when you told her something
funny!" I was happy to see that I could prove Patty wrong.
"No, honey," Patty said, smiling. "Kristen was looking
at you when she did it."
"I did what?" Kristen said.
Patty and I burst out in our own giggles. Patty said,
"Jim told me yesterday how you crinkle your nose before you
giggle. I said you only did that when Jim says something
funny."
"I do?" Kristen asked.
Patty and I giggled again, and Kristen joined us, once
again crinkling her nose, which led to more giggles.
After a few minutes, we were all giggled out. Patty and
Kristen went over to my chair and started to undress.
I noticed that the two girls were wearing those matching
sheer dresses of Patty's, but this time, Kristen was wearing
the lavender dress, and Patty was wearing the pink one.
"You love wearing those dresses," I commented, not sure
whether I was speaking to Patty or Kristen.
"Kristen loves them," Patty said. "And they are so
convenient when you want to dress... or undress... quickly."
I nodded. "You must have to do laundry every day."
Patty shook her head. "Kristen purchased a couple of
additional dresses after I told her where I bought them."
"Oh. Cool!"
The two girls were nude. Kristen looked at Patty, who
nodded to her. I took this to mean that Kristen had just
asked to be the one to do me, and Patty gave her permission.
However, I wanted today to be a bit different. "Wait,
Kristen."
"Yes?"
"Lay face down on the bed," I instructed her.
Kristen looked a bit apprehensive at Patty, who simply
nodded at her. She did as she was instructed.
"Put your hands at your sides."
Patty suddenly smiled. She was familiar with these
orders. Kristen did as I told her.
I positioned myself on the back of Kristen's legs, and
started kneading her back. Kristen sighed in contentment.
After about thirty seconds, I looked back at Patty, who
was still standing where I had left her, watching me give
Kristen a back rub. I figured that this just wouldn't do.
I noticed that there was about a foot between Kristen's
head and the headboard of my bed. I got up off my perch, and
stood on the side of my bed.
"Patricia, take my place. You know what feels good in a
back rub."
Patty looked at me as if this wasn't a wise move on my
part, but since I used that particular name with her, she
followed my order, even if it was a bit reluctantly.
Kristen tensed a little as she felt Patty straddle her
legs, as I had just done for her, but relaxed when she felt
Patty's fingers start rubbing her in a massage, not doing
anything sexual.
I moved onto the bed with my back to the headboard, and
my crotch almost touching Kristen's head. I was now face to
face with Patty, who smiled as she realized my plan.
I started rubbing Kristen's back from the top, starting
at her sides above her waist and working my way toward me.
Patty was working from Kristen's shoulders, working her way
downward.
Kristen was completely relaxed now. I thought I heard
her sniff, and stopped and looked at her to see if she was
crying. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Kristen's
feelings or upset her in any way.
My little blonde Goddess wasn't crying. Her head was
raised slightly, which forced my dick, which had been laying
lightly on her lovely blonde hair to hit the mattress with a
muted thump. Kristen's sniffing was her nose reacting to the
proximity of my cock, which she had been told tastes very
good. (Apparently, the olfactory sense--smell--is somehow
related to taste.) Kristen saw me looking at her, and quietly
said, "Do you mind?"
I knew Kristen's intention, and I didn't mind one bit. I
scooted closer to Kristen so the head of my penis was even
closer to her mouth, and Kristen moved her head down and took
my knob between her lips.
I felt Kristen's wonderful tongue tickling the head of my
cock, and could feel her sucking motions. After a minute,
Kristen started moving her head up and down, gliding her lips
along my pole.
I resumed my back rub from the front, and Patty was still
massaging Kristen from the back. I leaned closer to Patty,
and pursed my lips.
Patty saw me move, and moved closer in order to kiss me.
Soon, I had Patty's tongue licking my tongue, while
Kristen's tongue swirled along my dick.
I didn't last long with all this stimulation. I felt my
balls contract and I shot off quickly. It wasn't the most
intense orgasm ever, and I hardly moved in response. Kristen
caught my cream in her mouth, and continued to swirl her now
slimy tongue along the length of my shaft, apparently in an
effort to improve its great (to her) taste.
Patty and I continued massaging Kristen while we kissed,
and Kristen continued sucking me. She got me hard again
after a couple of minutes, and I started actively pumping my
hips toward Kristen.
Kristen's mouth was taking more of my length, and I felt
the tip press against something, which suddenly gave away. I
was now fully inside Kristen's mouth and throat, her lips
almost touching my ball sac.
I kept my hips pushed in, until I felt Kristen start to
move her head back. I slowly moved my hips back, and
Kristen's head stopped moving.
I was now pumping into Kristen's willing mouth, and she
allowed me to do all the work. Her lips felt tight against
my cock head as I pulled back, and then I started to move
toward Kristen again.
I found that I was doing the same slow, agonizing pace
that Patty had done to me Wednesday evening at Kneely Park.
But I didn't want to move any faster for fear of choking
Kristen.
I was no longer kissing Patty as I concentrated
everything on thrusting my crotch back and forth, and once
again I felt my ass twitching as I approached my release.
Kristen seemed to notice this and increased her suction
noticeably.
I pumped another short burst into Kristen's willing
mouth, and she continued sucking until my erection subsided.
I bent down and pulled Kristen's head up, and gave her a
big kiss. We played our tongues together for a few minutes,
and I felt yet another erection start.
I didn't want to overtax my teenage cock, and I had
decided on a nice way to say "thank you" to Kristen.
I pushed Kristen's head back down, having moved back
toward the headboard. Patty resumed her back rub, and I once
again got off the bed.
I walked to the end of the bed and stood behind Patty. I
rubbed Patty's shoulders a bit, and then moved my hands down
slowly until my hands were against her sides. I slowly
pulled Patty off of Kristen, who continued to lay on her
stomach on my bed.
Patty and I were now standing at the edge of the bed, and
I started to move Kristen's right leg toward the corner of my
bed, and I signaled Patty to do the same.
"Jim, this isn't a good idea," Patty whispered,
apparently thinking that I was going to fuck Kristen.
"Trust me, Patricia," I whispered back.
Patty was hesitant, but obeyed and we soon had Kristen
arranged with her legs spread eagle.
I then grabbed one of Kristen's legs, once again
signaling Patty to do the same, and we pulled Kristen about
couple of feet down the bed.
Kristen didn't know what we intended to do to her, but
she didn't seem as apprehensive as when I first had Patty sit
on top of her.
Kristen's new position had her crotch near the edge of my
bed. I knelt down between Kristen's legs, and Patty suddenly
looked less worried, as she realized that this wasn't a
position designed for entry.
I motioned for Patty to join me, and had to whisper
"Patricia" for her to do so. As she joined me, I told Patty
what I had planned to do. "Patricia," I said, "I want to do
to Kristen what she does to me. I want you to watch, and
whisper to me if I'm doing something wrong, or if you want to
have me try something. OK?"
Patty hesitated, and then said, "Yes, James. I was
worried you'd want me to go first."
"Would you like that, Patricia?" I asked, smiling
wickedly.
"Um, maybe not today, please. I mean, I'll do it if you
tell me to, but I'd prefer to make sure it was OK with
Kristen beforehand."
"Fair enough," I said.
I had a pretty good view of Kristen's pussy, and I was
once again amazed at loveliness of the folds of skin found
therein.
From this position, I couldn't see Kristen's pubic hair,
which I knew from experience to be so blonde and thin as to
be nearly invisible, but I could see the hood that hid
Kristen's clitoris, and could smell her musk as my face got
closer and closer. From my position, I had to reorient
myself; her vagina hole was now, to my perspective, above her
clit.
I stuck out my tongue and started at the bottom (again,
from my perspective), feeling the knob of her clitoris and
licking upward until my tongue reached her cunt. Kristen
squirmed in reaction, and I was rewarded with a bath of
Kristen's fluids.
I moved my tongue down, and started slow lapping strokes.
Patty moved her head closer to mine to get a better look,
and I could hear her sighing in my left ear. Patty's breasts
were against my back, and I could feel her erect nipples
moving up and down against my shoulder. "You're doing fine,"
Patty whispered.
I heard Kristen moan at this point, and I started another
set of licks, moving upward and down. Finally, at the top of
one of my strokes, I tried to stick my tongue into her hole,
but found that either my tongue was too short, or my face too
wide to stick it in more than about an inch.
"Use your finger," Patty whispered.
I moved my tongue back onto her clitoris, and started
making a circular motion around it, causing Kristen to squirm
some more.
My left hand was blocked my Patty's body, so I moved my
right hand up and stuck my index finger into Kristen's cunt,
as my tongue continued stimulating Kristen's clit. My finger
made a squishing sound as it moved in and out, and I felt
more of Kristen's fluids seep down from her cunt to reach my
tongue, which was applying even more pressure on Kristen's
clit.
I felt Kristen's legs start to squeeze together as she
continued to squirm, and Patty whispered, "Use two fingers."
I didn't know if I'd be able to get two fingers into
Kristen's tight hole, but found my middle finger slid in
easily due to her copious secretions.
Kristen was moaning continually now, and I tightened the
circle I was making with my tongue and was now touching her
clitoris directly.
"Faster," Patty whispered, and I sped up the in/out
motions of my fingers. Kristen's moans were muffled now as
she had her mouth pressed against one of my pillows.
Kristen's crotch was now rotating in circular motions,
and it was obvious that she was experiencing an orgasm.
Thankfully, she didn't wake up the entire house, as she was
making every attempt to minimize the amount of noise she was
making, using my pillow as an effective muffler.
I felt Kristen's legs close together, and Patty
whispered, "Probably a good idea to stop now, she might be a
bit tender or overexcited."
I gave Kristen one last lick as I pulled out my fingers,
and then stuck them in my mouth as I pulled myself and Patty
away from Kristen's legs.
Kristen lay on my bed, her body moving up and down as she
struggled to catch her breaths. She was no longer making any
noise, and was trying to calm herself down.
Finally, Kristen sprang out of bed, and almost tackled me
in a kiss.
I wondered what Kristen's reaction would be to tasting
herself as she kissed me, but I figured it would be more or
less the same as when I kissed Kristen after she blew me.
Kristen's entire body was hugged tightly against mine, my
erect penis touching her from the bottom of her crotch up to
her belly button.
"Thank you," Kristen said breathlessly as she finally
broke off the kiss.
"I love you, Kristen," I heard myself saying.
Kristen looked up at me in surprise, and then hugged me
fiercely once more. I heard her sniff, and she whispered, "I
love you, Jim."
After a couple of minutes, I looked around for Patty.
She was already dressed. I looked at her, and said, quietly,
"Patricia, get those fucking clothes off and kiss me and my
love before I give you the biggest spanking you've ever had."
Patty smiled, and had her clothes off and (surprisingly)
on the floor and she came over and made it a three way hug,
lips kissing lips. The group hug lasted about a minute.
"Sit down," I said as I broke the hug.
Both girls did so, and I turned around to where my
tickets were. I handed a ticket to Kristen.
"You have one wish."
Patty's eyes went wide and she looked confused. She knew
that Kristen would do just about anything I asked without me
having to use a ticket. I knew she was wondering whether I
felt so unsure of Kristen's feelings toward me that I had to
use a ticket.
I smiled at Patty to reassure her, and gave Kristen more
or less the same wish that I had given to Patty: that she
would keep the existence of my tickets a secret.
"Your wish is my command."
I then explained, helped by Patty, all about the tickets.
How I found them, how I used them, and how I almost destroyed
Kristen's life with them. Kristen listened attentively.
When I got to the present, Kristen was silent. She
finally said, "So that's how you managed to get me to obey
you and the other girls."
I nodded sheepishly. "That's also how I managed to cure
your addiction. I can also use it to change the way that you
feel about my sperm."
Kristen blushed. "Actually, I like that one," she
giggled.
"When I cured you, that was the last time I used the
tickets," I assured Kristen. "Well, except for today. I
made a wish that you'll never be able to tell anybody about
the tickets."
Patty nodded in agreement with me. There was another
pause.
"The tickets are interesting," Kristen said after
thinking a bit. "But they're not all that important to me."
"Huh?" I asked.
Kristen smiled. "You said you loved me, Jim. That's
what is the most important thing to me right now."
I blushed. "I did say that. And I do love you." It was
amazing. Once I had managed to tell Kristen, I found it easy
to be honest with myself. I really did love that girl.
"Do I really crinkle my nose when I giggle?"
Patty and I started giggling. "Only when Jim's around,
honey."
Kristen blushed.
I had the girls get up and we did another group hug, and
then we all got dressed.
"Do you girls have any plans for today?"
Both Patty and Kristen shook their heads.
Kristen said, "The two of you can visit at my house
again, if you want."
I looked at Patty. "That sounds nice," I said.
Patty agreed.
My family was downstairs when we came down. My mother
looked a bit perplexed to see both Kristen and Patty with me,
and she looked at me with raised eyebrows. My step-father,
on the other hand, didn't seem to be surprised at all.
"We're going over Kristen's," I informed my mother.
"Will you be home for dinner?" my mother asked with a
strained voice. "We're having fish tonight."
I wanted to play it by ear. "I'll give you a call later,
Mom. See ya!" I could feel my mother's eyes burning a hole
into my back. I simply ignored it; there was no way I could
explain my relationship with the two girls.
We went outside to where Patty's car was parked. Patty
got in the driver's seat and Kristen sat in the middle.
We drove to Kristen's house, and as we approached the
closed gate, Kristen had a little transmitter in her hand and
pushed a button. The gate opened as we approached.
As Kristen was about to put the transmitter into her
pocketbook, I asked her if I could see it first. Kristen
smiled as she handed it to me.
"This is so neat," I said, smiling.
Patty parked near the garage next to Kristen's Camaro.
We started to head into the garage when Kristen asked if
we'd like to see her house.
"It's kind of early, don't you think?" I asked. "I
don't want to anger your parents."
"My dad is on a business trip and Mom is out of town as
well. They should be getting home on Sunday; at least I hope
they do. Dad and mom want to have a barbecue this weekend."
"We have the entire house to ourselves?" I asked, trying
to think of what that would mean to three teenagers with
active libidos.
"Well, there are the servants, but they won't bother us."
"Groovy."
I found myself staring at Kristen. She was, in a word,
beautiful. And the girl loved me! Me... a fifteen year old
boy two grades younger than she was. And I loved her!
Wasn't life just perfect?
"Didn't you say you had a pool, Kris?" Patty asked.
"Yeah," Kristen smiled. "It's in the Solarium. We've
got a swimming pool, a hot tub, and even a sauna. They're
out this way."
We followed Kristen and soon found ourselves near the
rear of her house in room with a large sunlight that also had
the distinct smell of chlorine in it.
"My God," Patty sighed. "This is beautiful."
"Thanks," smiled Kristen. "Wanna go for a swim?"
Patty looked at me and then turned to Kristen. "We don't
have bathing suits. Even if I could fit into one of yours,
the top would be loose. And I don't think Jim would like to
wear one of your suits."
Kristen laughed, crinkling her nose once again. "Will
probably has a few suits in his room, but around here, we're
always very informal about such things."
To make her point, Kristen stripped off her dress and
placed it on one of the lounge chairs. Her panties and bra
came next and without any warning, she did a wonderful swan
dive into the pool.
When Kristen surfaced, I said, "Kristen! What if the
servants see?"
Kristen laughed, crinkling her nose again. "This isn't
the first time I've skinny dipped here. This is my house.
Nothing bad is going to happen."
Patty and I looked at one another and at Kristen and
after a minute, I saw Patty shrug and start to tug off her
own clothes.
Soon, my two best female friends were frolicking in the
pool. I watched, with a bit of jealousy, I must admit.
Kristen called over to me. "Come ON, Jim. It's not like
we haven't seen you before!"
I looked at the entrance, waiting for somebody to show
up, pissed. Nobody seemed to be coming.
Why do these things happen to me? I brought my hands to
my belt, but couldn't get the nerve to actually unbuckle it.
I heard the girls get out of the water, apparently to do some
more dives or jumps.
Suddenly, I felt wet hands behind me. Kristen and Patty
had decided to help me. My clothes ended up on the floor,
more than a bit wet due to the puddles of water produced by
the two girls.
I allowed myself to be pulled over to the pool, and the
three of us splashed into the deep end. I was surprised at
how warm the water was.
There were hands on my sides tickling me, and I just
managed to get a gasp of breath before I found myself pulled
under. I squirmed free of the entangling hands, and saw two
legs leading to a darker patch of pubic hair, indicating that
they belonged to Patty. I started making my way back to the
surface, and gave Patty's fanny an affectionate squeeze,
eliciting a surprised reaction from Patty.
The three of us engaged in horseplay for about an hour.
I was starting to feel a bit waterlogged, and despite the
fact that the pool was heated, I actually found myself
getting cold.
Kristen saw the goosebumps on my skin, and suggested we
go into the spa room.
"Spa room?" I asked, confused.
Kristen smiled. "We have a hot tub."
"Oh," Patty cooed, pleasantly surprised.
Kristen led us into an alcove that we hadn't noticed
because the lights hadn't been on. She flipped a switch, and
the lights came on and showed me my first view of a hot tub
up close.
The hot tub was covered by a padded lid, and Kristen
asked me to help her remove it. It came off easily, not as
heavy as I thought, but it was bulky in its size. After the
lid was removed, we saw that the tub itself was light blue
with waves of white swirls.
The water smelled of chlorine, and Kristen pushed a
button on a panel on the wall, and Patty and I both jumped as
the jets started to churn.
"Come on," Kristen told the two of us. "The water's
already warm." She quickly went down a set of steps built
into the unit. Patty and I quickly followed.
The water was not just warm, it was hot. And it felt
lovely compared to the water in the "heated" pool we had just
left.
I sat with a seventeen year old on either side of me. I
stretched out my arms, and the two girls snuggled against me.
I found myself envying all the "toys" that Kristen had at her
home; a boy like me could get used to this.
The three of us were startled from a voice that came out
of nowhere. "Miss Swift?"
Kristen smiled, and yelled out, "Yes, Billy. What is it?"
Apparently, Billy's voice came from some sort of
intercom. I idly wondered how "Billy" knew exactly where
Kristen was. Were there video monitors in the room?
Billy's voice asked, "Are you expecting company? I have
a Miss Patrice Williams at the front gate."
The three of us looked at each other. Patrice was a
member of Kristen's circle of friends, and the sister of
Jack, my best friend (well, my best "male" friend now).
Kristen sighed. "I knew that something like this would
happen, but I thought it would wait until school started.
I've never invited any of those girls here."
"Well," Patty said, "none of us has been trying to keep
the fact that we're together a secret."
I nodded.
Kristen looked at Patty and me, and said, "Well, Patrice
probably wants to confirm it."
I shrugged. "What are you going to do? Invite her to
meet us in here?"
Kristen started to shake her head no, but then stopped.
"Well, why not? In for a penny, in for a pound!"
Patty blanched. "You think that's a good idea?"
Kristen looked at me. "What do you think, Jim?"
I wished I had my tickets with me--they always seemed to
give me confidence. I know that Kristen had changed over the
last few days, but when confronted by one of her old gang,
what would happen? I didn't want Kristen to get hurt.
I finally said, "Kristen, do whatever you think you
should do. If you want, Patty and I can disappear while you
talk with Patrice."
Kristen shook her head adamantly. "No. As Patty said, we
haven't been keeping our relationship secret, although we
haven't been advertising it, either. We'll need to confront
the girls, and this is as good a time as any."
I still wasn't completely sure. I mean, after being
presented with tickets, both Patty and Kristen seemed to have
had radical changes in their lives. Once again, I wished I
had the tickets... if only for backup. "So, what will you
do? Invite Patrice in here?"
Kristen had a determined look in her eye. "Yeah. If
it's OK with you."
Patty shrugged her agreement.
"Go ahead," I said.
"Billy?" Kristen called out.
"Yes, Miss Swift."
Kristen was in her element, giving orders. "Let Patrice
in, and have Edgar escort her to the spa."
"Yes, Miss Swift."
After a few seconds, I felt that I had to ask. "Is this
place wired for sound?"
"Yes. Well, sound and motion sensors," Kristen answered.
"We have a camera at the gate as well. Billy monitors
everything and knows where we are."
"Oh." Kristen's answer didn't tell me how much her
security people know. And if they knew that I was here,
naked with not only Kristen but Patty, what would they tell
her parents?
"Jim?" Kristen said, softly. "I need to ask you a
favor."
"What?"
Kristen hesitated, and then asked, "May I tell Patrice
about the two of us? I mean, I am not ashamed of having you
as a boy friend in any way, but I don't want to embarrass you
if you aren't comfortable with my telling her."
"I thought that was the point in you inviting her in
here."
Kristen nodded. "Yes, but I wanted your permission. If
you have a problem with it, we still have time to change our
plans."
"Kristen, I'm fine with it." I turned to the red head
beside me, "How about you?"
"I don't care what Patrice thinks." Patty paused a
second or so, and added, "But I think that the less you
tell..."
Kristen completed Patty's thought. "The weirder Patrice
will think things are. Not that they aren't weird to begin
with... Oh... Jim... I didn't mean to imply that you're
weird..."
I laughed. "No offense taken."
It took about five minutes before we heard the sound of
approaching footsteps.
I heard an older man say, "Miss Swift is in here, and the
spa is on the other side of the room. Be careful, the floor
is wet."
"Hello?" I heard Patrice calling into the room, her
voice echoing in the large Solarium.
"Down here at the end," Kristen replied.
I saw Patrice walk toward us, and she stopped when she
realized that Kristen wasn't alone. In fact, she seemed to
recognize all three of us almost immediately. "What... what
are you two doing here?"
I was about to answer when Kristen took charge.
"Relaxing. Want to join us?"
Patrice looked completely surprised. "You... you're
naked in there!"
Kristen just said, "Of course!" She also accompanied her
answer with a snuggle within my arms.
"The stories are true," Patrice said.
"Which stories are those?" Kristen asked, continuing to
press her breasts into my side.
"That you're hanging out with..." Patrice didn't seem to
be able to call us losers to our face. I felt the anger that
I realized that I had been feeling start to dissipate.
There was an awkward silence.
Surprisingly, it was Patty that broke the silence. "The
water's nice and warm in here. The jets feel nice. Don't
you want to join us?"
Patrice looked at Patty, and then at me, and then at
Kristen, and moved her focus back to me and then Kristen.
"That... boy... is the same age as my brother!"
I was insulted. "I'm older than Jack by six months!"
"That's not the fucking point!" Patrice yelled.
"Excuse me, Patrice," Kristen said, her voice cold. "You
are a guest here. Please keep your voice down, and your
language civil."
Patrice flinched at Kristen's admonition, and probably at
the voice of authority that Kristen used. "Sorry."
Kristen's face melted a bit. "No problem. Just remember
where you are."
Patrice nodded, and her voice went strange. "Jim?"
All of a sudden, I saw the Patrice that I had known years
ago. The girl that confided in me, the one that I could
confide in. A real friend, that "grew up" and left me when
she met Kristen in junior high.
"Yes?" I said, curious about what she would say.
There was a pregnant pause. Finally, Patrice said,
"Nothing."
Patty took the opportunity to snuggle more into my other
arm. Now, I was feeling pretty warm, having the warmth of
the two girls' bodies, as well as the water, against me.
I think I was also blushing, remembering Patrice's naked
body a week ago, as well as the naked bodies pressing against
my own.
Patrice finally broke the ice. "Kristen. What's going
on?"
Kristen sighed, and ran her fingers through my hair. "I
fell in love."
Patrice nodded. "This isn't a put on?"
Kristen shook her head. "We didn't even know you'd be
coming here. You've never been here before."
Softly, Patrice said, "You never invited me."
Kristen's features softened even more. "So, why did you
come here today?"
"I heard stories..." Patrice said, and then paused for a
few moments. And then, she said, "You made some wild phone
calls a few days ago. And then you didn't say anything to
us. Like... what were we supposed to think?"
Kristen answered, softly, "Maybe I found some new
friends."
"Oh."
There was a very long pause... almost five minutes long.
And then, slowly, Patrice turned around, and started to
leave.
"Don't leave!" I blurted out, surprising all three girls.
Patrice froze, but didn't turn around to face me again.
"Please stay," I said, not knowing what was possessing me
to call out.
"This is perverted," Patrice said.
"Says who?" Kristen demanded. "This is my house, and in
my house, we're quite informal about bathing."
Patrice turned back, feeling a bit on stronger ground.
"Informal? You're mostly naked... maybe even completely
naked... with those two losers!"
Kristen's reaction was immediate. "Don't you ever DARE
call my friends losers again, Patrice!"
"But..." Patrice said. "You are naked in there with
her... and him... a boy!"
Kristen's voice sounded very controlled. "Yes. And
what's wrong with that?"
Patrice shook her head. "It's perverted. Maybe even
illegal. It's disgusting."
Kristen laughed. "You're a out-and-out prude, Patrice.
How dare you barge into my house and say such things?"
It took a few seconds for Patrice to answer. "I came
here to warn you about the gossip that was flying around.
But it appears to be true."
"Gossip?" I asked.
Patrice looked right through me. "First, you stand us up
at the mall. Then you make those weird phone calls. And
then I hear that you're hanging around that girl there..."
Patrice glared at Patty. "And two of her... friends... and
this boy here."
"Not gossip," Kristen said, her anger rising. "All true.
Wendy, Camille, and Patty and Jim here are very nice friends.
And if you had any brains, you might want to join with us,
instead of living a life thinking you're better than
everybody else, when in fact your life is just plain pitiful!"
All of us stared at Kristen after this outburst.
Kristen hugged me again, holding me real close.
"Patrice, get the fuck out of here. And don't talk to me
again until you learn to be more civil. And if you cannot be
civil, don't bother talking to me ever again."
Patrice's mouth hung open, not knowing what to say in
response.
But Kristen wasn't looking for a response. She called
out, "Billy? Have Edgar show Miss Williams out. Now!"
Edgar arrived almost immediately, and escorted Patrice.
He wasn't too forceful, but he was adamant enough to let her
know that her time at the Swift residence had come to an end.
After the door closed behind Patrice and Edgar, Kristen
hugged me fiercely, and said, "Hold me, Jim. I need a friend
right now."
"You have a friend," I assured my little blonde Goddess.
"And Patty's a friend. As well as Wendy and Camille, if you
need them."
Kristen didn't answer, but sobbed quietly on my shoulder
for about ten minutes. I just hugged her back, and without
being told, Patty moved to her other side and hugged her as
well. I never felt so fucking helpless in my life.
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