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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 13
I woke up feeling my dick being sucked. There wasn't any
hands moving up and down, so I knew without opening my eyes
that it was Kristen. It one of Kristen's pleasant suckles,
not one of her deep throat jobs.
I lay there, enjoying it. This would become a staple of
Kristen's and my relationship--Kristen sucking me
contentedly, and me relaxing and enjoying it.
After about twenty minutes, I was still half erect. I
hadn't had an orgasm; Kristen had a way of just lazily
sucking on me, enjoying the taste of my prick, that didn't
lead to orgasm, but relaxed me. I had visions of the two of
us, reading books, while Kristen sucked me like that. I
didn't figure out the logistics, obviously, since it occurs
to me that there was no way for Kristen to be reading a book
while she had my dick in her mouth. But there weren't any
school books to be read right now.
"Hiya, good looking," I said to my lovely blonde Goddess.
"Ummmm, hmmmm," Kristen replied.
"Did I tell you I love you recently?"
The suction on my penis halted. "You are wonderful, Jim."
"You know I won't come that way," I told Kristen.
"I don't need you to come. I get a lot of satisfaction
just seeing you smile. Did you know that you smile when I
suck you... even when you're asleep?"
"Oh," I said, smirking. "You suck me because you want to
see me smile, huh? Not because you like the taste?"
"I like the taste. I admit it. But I like the taste of
your sperm even better," Kristen explained. "Still, I'm
intentionally not making you come. It means more to me when
you do it because you are excited."
"You could easily make me more excited," I pointed out.
Kristen gave me an exasperated look.
I smiled. "Kristen, I love you."
"I love you, too." Kristen smiled. "You know, that's
the first time we did it that way. Usually, I say, 'I love
you' and you say you love me too."
"But I mean it from the bottom of my heart," I answered.
"It took me a few days to realize it, but I can say it
without cringing."
"I love you, too," Kristen said. "Even if you have to
cringe when you say it. And don't you ever forget that I
love you."
There wasn't anything I could ask for more.
* * *
After Kristen left, I told my mother that Kristen was
having a pool party at her house that day with all of our
friends, and that I would probably be eating dinner there.
My mom asked if I could bring Merry.
I hesitated. I knew that there would be nudity, and
Merry was only thirteen. How would she react? How would Mom
react? I mean, I had gotten my mother's tacit permission to
have liaisons with Patty and Kristen in my room. I didn't
really want to press my luck.
I then thought about my tickets. I could make Merry all
right with skinny dipping, and not think it was too big a
deal.
"Sure, Mom," I finally said. "Kris would be happy to see
Merry again. But let me give her a call to make sure, OK?"
My mother smiled at me. "You're growing up, Jim. A week
ago, you probably wouldn't have even thought about asking,
huh?"
I just shrugged. How does a kid respond to that?
I went into the den and dialed Kristen's number. Kristen
answered, and I told her that my mother had asked if I could
bring Merry. Kristen said fine, and she'd even allow my
step-sister to bring a bathing suit, if it would make her
feel more comfortable.
After I told Kristen about my idea about using a ticket
on Merry, she paused, and said, "Be careful about how you
phrase your request. If you just make her OK with the
concept, then she might feel fine to skinny dip anywhere and
with anybody, you know?"
That hadn't occurred to me. "Good thinking, Kris."
"I love it when you call me that."
"Oh? You said all your friends call you that."
"Yeah. I think the first one was Wendy, actually."
"Well, I like calling you that, too."
"When will you get here? Patty called and won't make it,
by the way."
"Oh? Why not?" I was really disappointed.
"She's spending time with her mother," Kristen explained.
"I think her mother's packing to visit Patty's aunt. She's
in the hospital. That's why I came this morning to your
house, actually."
"Uh, huh. Maybe I should call her."
"Do that, Jim. She'll really appreciate it."
"Sure. Thanks. And could you pick me and Merry up in,
say, and hour?"
I could hear Kristen smile over the phone. "You just
love riding my red Camaro, don't ya? And Merry's just
itching for a ride!"
I giggled. "You bet. Maybe you could give me a ride to
school when it starts on Wednesday."
"Sure. Either Patty or me will be there anyway, giving
you your daily suck, right?"
"Kris," I said carefully. "That is not an obligation,
you know. Patty thought of that herself as some weird way of
thanking me."
"Oh, you," Kristen responded. "You just try to keep me
away from that thing of yours."
The conversation was going off on a tangent, and I wanted
to call Patty. "Right. Anyway, I'll see you in an hour,
right?"
"Uh, huh."
There was a pause. "I love you, Kris."
"I know you do. But I love hearing it. And I love you,
too. I guess you want to call Patty, huh?"
"Um, yeah."
"That's just great," Kristen said. "Tell me you love me,
and then hang up and call another woman. Typical man, if you
ask me."
"Hey! It was you that suggested it!"
Kristen's giggle could be heard over the phone. "I know.
I'm just pulling your chain. See ya in an hour."
"Yeah. Good bye!"
We hung up, and I called Patty's number. Her mother
answered and then put Patty on the line.
"Kris told me that you wouldn't be able to make it today."
"Yeah," Patty said, sadly. "They moved Aunt Grace into
intensive care. The prognosis isn't good. Mom's leaving on
a flight at two, and I have to drive her to the airport."
"I'm really sorry to hear that. I missed you this
morning."
"No you didn't," Patty countered. "The love of your life
was there, I made sure of it!"
"Well, I still missed you," I pouted.
"Jim, when I called Kris earlier, I didn't know Mom's
flight information. I could be back around three if her
plane leaves on time. Think she'd mind if I'm a bit late?"
My spirits lifted. "I think she'd be ecstatic!"
"Cool," Patty said. "Tell her, then. I'll call if my
Mom's plane gets delayed."
"Sure. I'll be seeing Kris in about an hour. Oh... My
mom suggested I bring Merry with me."
Patty paused. "You sure that's a good idea?"
I said, "I talked it over with Kris. She said that Merry
could wear a suit because of her age. I suggested using a
ticket to make her OK with it when at Kris' house. What do
you think?"
Patty didn't sound very sure. "When I called Wendy last
night, she suggested that since Wednesday would be a school
night, we might do our Kneely Park thing at Kris' house."
"But Kris' parents will be returning today."
"Hmmm. I forgot that," Patty said. "I'll call Wendy and
make sure that she tones it down. A skinny dipping party is
one thing, and can be seen as harmless. An orgy is a
completely different thing."
Again, that word "orgy."
I answered Patty, "Yeah. Good idea. Merry will keep
everybody honest. And don't forget Patrice will be there.
She'll be uncomfortable as well."
"Yeah. Well, I need to get back to help Mom pack. Hope
to see you later."
"Yeah. See ya."
* * *
My step-sister Meredith was in her room. I knocked on
her door and she said, "Who is it?"
"Jim. The big ogre that puts up with you."
Merry laughed and opened her door. She was wearing white
shorts and a halter top. "Hey, Jim! What's up?"
"You remember Kris? Kristen... she was here a few days
ago."
"Yeah. The one with the Corvette."
"Camaro," I corrected. "But yes. She's having a pool
party and wanted to know if you'd like to come."
Merry's eyes opened. "A pool party? With seniors? Way
cool!"
"Yeah. She'll be picking us up in a little less than an
hour. Remember she promised she'd take you for a ride?"
"Wow! Yeah! Let me run down and ask Mommy!"
I knew that Merry already had permission, since Mom had
been the one to suggest that she go.
"Wait a second, Shortcake!" I pulled a ticket from my
back pocket. "Here."
"You have one wish."
"I just want you to be cool with whatever goes on at
Kris' house today. Don't get too embarrassed and just have
fun. OK?"
"Your wish is my command."
Merry looked at the ticket in her hand. "Number 53?
Where's the other ones?"
"Oh, I've been handing them around. People sort of like
'em."
Merry put her ticket on her dresser. "I still can't find
number one. It was special."
"Sorry, Shortcake," I said. "I didn't take it. Maybe
Mom saw it and thought it was garbage."
"I asked her, and she said she never saw it."
"Well, if I find it, you'll be the first to know."
Merry looked over on the dresser and ticket number 53 had
disappeared. "Wait a second! Where's the new one?"
I had seen it just a second or so ago. I never saw it
disappear. "Wow!" I said. "I was nowhere near it."
"The window's closed. It couldn't have been the wind."
Merry looked all around, but the ticket was gone. "SHIT!"
"Hey! Don't let Mom hear you say that."
"Yeah," Merry said, dejectedly. She really wanted that
ticket.
I knew the tickets had special powers, but this was
simply amazing to me.
"I'll be in my room, Merry."
"Wait! Which bathing suit should I bring?"
I was about to tell her not to bother, but I realized
that if she didn't bring one, Mom would be sure to notice.
"Whatever one you like. Bring a towel and a change of
clothes, too."
"OK. Thanks, Jim!"
* * *
Kristen arrived on schedule, and I was forced into the
tiny back seat as Merry insisted on sitting up front. "Wow!
A stick shift and everything. What's that gauge?"
"A tachometer," Kristen explained, happy at the
attention. "It tells me how fast the engine is revving."
"How's that different from a speedometer?"
"Watch," Kristen said as she started up the car. She
gunned the accelerator and the tach moved up, just short of
the red line, and went down. "See? And we're not even
moving."
"Oh," Merry said, still a bit confused.
"See that '2' on the gauge? That's two thousand RPMs,
and is a good indicator that it's time to shift. Watch."
Kristen pulled out, and shifted a few times as she got up
to speed. Merry watched, her eyes moving from the tach to
the shift to Kristen's feet.
When we stopped at a light, Merry made another
observation. "I see that you use your left foot for that
pedal, and your right foot for the other two. Right?"
Kristen smiled. "Yes, Merry. On an automatic
transmission, you only use one foot for two pedals, since you
should very rarely need to hit the brake and the gas at the
same time. For manual transmissions, you do the same, only
you add the left foot for the clutch."
"Way cool. And you use the clutch to shift, right?"
"Right," Kristen smiled.
Merry and Kristen kept up their conversation all the way
to Kristen's house.
Kristen led us into the main house, and gave us a
complete tour of her home. I saw Kristen's bedroom for the
first time, as well as her brother's, and two guest rooms.
We saw the exercise room, and the living rooms (there were
three), dining room, kitchen, and she pointed out her
father's study, and the direction of the servants' areas.
"You got servants?" Merry asked.
"Sure. Watch this... Billy? Can you have Edgar bring
Meredith a lemonade?"
"Yes, Miss Swift," boomed a voice from an intercom.
"Wow!" Merry said, awed.
Merry was even more surprised when Edgar showed up a
minute later with a tall glass of lemonade with some ice on a
round platter. "Miss Meredith?" Edgar asked, offering my
step-sister the glass.
Merry took the glass, and Edgar bowed, and turned to
Kristen. "Will that be all, Miss?"
"Yes, Edgar. Thank you."
Edgar bowed, and left the room quietly.
Kristen led us to the Solarium, and pointed out the
changing rooms to Merry. "You can get dressed in there,
Merry. I see you brought your bathing suit. Usually, we are
quite informal here, wearing nothing at all."
"You swim naked! Wicked cool!" Merry's eyes lit up.
"Can I... um... I mean, is Jim...?"
Kristen's eyes sparkled. "Yes. Jim and Patty both have
swam here. And they didn't wear bathing suits."
"Wow!"
"Merry," I said. "If you want to swim naked--it's called
skinny dipping--that's fine. But it's not something that Mom
or your dad need to know about, right?"
"God, yes!" Merry said. "Mom would, like... she'd have
a stroke or something."
The intercom switched on again. "Miss Swift? Your
friend Patrice has arrived."
"Tell her to meet us in the Solarium. She knows her way
around here."
"Patrice? Jack's sister?" Merry asked, confused.
"Yes. You'll find she's not the... um... person she used
to be." I had almost called Patrice a bitch to my
step-sister.
"Wow!"
Patrice entered the room. "Hi, Kristen. Hi, Jim. Is
that Meredith with you?"
"Hi, Patrice!" we answered back.
"Yes. You know Merry."
Patrice looked at us, and then said, "Hi, Merry."
"Hi, Patrice," Merry said, a bit softly. "Is Jack here,
too?" For some reason, Jack and Merry never got along. I
never really understood this, since I always considered Merry
to be a pretty nice kid, even when she was younger.
"No, Merry," answered Patrice, who also knew about her
brother's dislike of Merry. "I didn't even think of inviting
him, actually."
Again, the intercom called out. "Miss Swift, your
friends Wendy and Camille have arrived. Shall I have Edgar
direct them to the Solarium?"
Kristen answered, "Yes, Billy. Thanks." She turned to
Patrice and said, "I was just explaining how we swim here.
I'm letting Merry use a bathing suit if she wants, but she's
free to strip down if she feels like it."
Merry's interest had moved. "Is that a hot tub? This
place is like way cool!" She ran toward the spa room where
the hot tub was bathed in a spot light.
"Merry!" Kristen called her. "Don't run here,
especially when there's water on the floor. You could slip!"
"Sorry," Merry said, but continued walking quickly to the
hot tub.
Edgar arrived with Wendy and Camille. "Miss Swift? Your
guests."
"Thank you, Edgar."
Wendy said, "Your house is lovely, Kristen!"
Camille agreed. "Yes. And a lovely pool!"
I watched Merry stick her finger and then her hand into
the hot water of the tub. She found something on the side
and picked it up. "Wow! A hundred and four degrees!"
"Yup," Kristen said. "Perfect temperature. Want to try
it?"
"Um... yeah. Is that a changing room also over here?"
"Yes."
Merry had her sack with her. "I'll be a second."
Kristen turned to me. "The doors here lead to an
screened-in porch. We have a grill there. Think you can
make burgers and hot dogs later?"
I didn't have much experience, but I had watched my
step-father barbecue a few times. I figured that I could
manage it. I nodded to Kristen. "When should I start the
coals?"
Kristen smiled. "It's a gas barbecue. No coals to
light. I'll show you later."
I had never seen a gas grill before. I had an uncle with
an electric one and hadn't been too impressed with it. I
kept my reservations to myself and simply nodded at Kristen.
"Well, girls... and Jim!" Kristen said. "This here's a
pool party, and I think it's time to get started."
Kristen whipped off her dress, and was completely nude
underneath, except for a pair of sandals that she kicked off.
She put her dress on a lounge chair and then did one of her
beautiful swan dives right into the pool. "Come on, guys!"
she called out when she surfaced.
I didn't need any more encouragement. I started
stripping, as did Wendy and Camille. Patrice just stood
there, looking quite nervous.
When I pulled down my shorts, I saw that Patrice was
staring at me. I shrugged, and pulled off my socks. My
clothes were in a heap next to Kristen's chair. I put my
towel on that same chair and decided to emulate Kristen and
attempted a swan dive.
I say "attempted" because I failed miserably, ending up
doing a belly flop, knocking the wind out of me.
Kristen was immediately at my side when I got the
strength to surface. "Are you all right?"
"Of course," I said, my macho male pride being at stake.
"I meant to do that."
"Sure," Kristen said, not convinced at all.
Wendy and Camille were naked, and had gone in the shallow
end. Patrice was still dressed, and she was sitting
nervously on a chair.
I went to say something to Patrice, but Kristen read my
mind and whispered, "Let her get her courage up. She'll
realize that you can't see much actually."
I nodded, and then Kristen and I swam over to where
Camille and Wendy were, sitting at the shallow end.
I went and hugged the two girls, as did Kristen. I loved
feeling their slippery bodies against mine. Camille smirked
and started fondling my prick, and I shook my head at her and
looked up at Patrice.
Camille got the message: Go easy until Patrice gets used
to things.
Merry arrived from the changing room wearing the bottom
half of a bikini. She blushed a little, and walked quickly
to the shallow end where the four of us were playing.
Patrice saw that my step-sister topless, and I guess that
she realized that this kid was showing more guts than she had
shown. I saw Patrice start to fiddle with her blouse, and I
turned away, not wanting to embarrass my friend.
"Hi, Merry!" Kristen greeted and hugged my step-sister
as she stepped into the pool. "I see you're halfway there."
"I... um... I peeked, and saw that you had actually went
naked," Merry admitted. "Do you mind if I just wear the
bottoms?"
"For a sweetheart like you, I don't mind," Kristen said,
planting a kiss on Merry's forehead.
Kristen and I led the other girls more toward the deeper
end, and we let Patrice alone. We figured that in the deeper
water, only heads were visible, at least on the surface.
With my back turned to Patrice, Camille once again
started giving light tugs on my member. I looked at her
sternly, and she just smiled at me, seeming to promise more
things to come.
I was surprised to hear a splash, and I turned and saw
that Patrice was now in the deep end. She swam toward the
group of us.
Kristen moved over to Patrice and gave her a quick hug.
The other girls did the same, including Merry. I kept my
distance, not knowing how Patrice would feel about hugging a
boy while nude.
I decided to start swimming laps, and headed back toward
the shallow end. I got to the wall, and kicked my way back
toward the deep end. Camille joined me as I swam past her.
Merry and Kristen swam to the ladder at the deep end, and
then walked over to the hot tub. Merry put her toe in, and
squealed in delight as Kristen turned on the jets.
Kristen and Merry were soon luxuriating in the hot tub.
Wendy decided to join them, and Camille had passed me,
apparently being a very good swimmer herself.
I tried to catch up to Camille, and bumped into a wall of
flesh. I looked up, and saw to my surprise that I had swam
right into Patrice. "Oops! I'm sorry," I said.
"No. My fault. I deliberately moved into your path,"
Patrice said.
"Oh, why?"
Patrice looked at me. "Everybody hugged me when I came
in except you. We're no longer friends?"
I didn't know how to answer Patrice, but I wrapped my
arms around her.
Patrice hugged me, and I was surprised when she didn't
let me go. Instead, she just kept me there. "I was a little
nervous," Patrice whispered to me. "But I saw all of
you--even Merry!--having fun. Please let me be your friend."
"You are my friend," I assured Patrice. "I'm happy to be
your friend again, too."
Patrice kissed me on my cheek, and finally let me go.
"Thanks, Jim."
"Let's join everybody in the hot tub," I suggested,
noticing that Camille had already left the big pool.
"Sure. You first."
I swam to the ladder, and got up. I knew without looking
back that Patrice was probably staring at my naked ass, but I
didn't let it worry me.
Merry was sitting on the steps in the hot tub, so I moved
to the other side of Kristen and got in. Kristen kissed me
when I sat down. I placed my hand between her legs, and
found that one of the jets was strategically forcing its
water there. Kristen giggled as she noticed that I had
realized what she had been doing. "Keeps my mind off my
appetite," Kristen whispered, apparently referring to her
urges to suck my cock.
Kristen's "urges" and her "appetite" had me worried. As
I mentioned previously, I had thought that I had cured her of
her addiction, although I didn't remove her liking my taste.
Was I missing something about those tickets?
Wendy and Camille moved apart to let Patrice get into the
tub between them. As Patrice sat down, her eyes went wide,
and she started to blush. I looked in the direction she was
looking, but didn't see anything strange. I was confused
until Kristen whispered, "Patrice is sitting on a jet, like
me."
It took a lot of will power for me not to react to this.
Apparently, at least two girls had jets of hot water blasting
between their legs, an experience that I must assume had to
be very pleasurable to them.
There was a conversation going on, but I wasn't really
listening. Patrice didn't say anything, and also didn't move
from her location on top of the jet.
I surreptitiously moved my hand between Kristen's legs
again, and her voice caught, but she covered it up nicely. I
found that I was completely erect, knowing that Kristen and
Patrice were getting off in front of everybody. I wondered
if anybody else in the tub knew what was happening.
Obviously, Kristen and I knew about Patrice, and seeing
Camille's smirk as she had made room for Patrice, I figured
that she probably knew about Patrice as well. I think I was
the only person that knew about Kristen, though.
Merry was enjoying herself. The girls allowed her to be
part of their conversation, and none of them talked down to
her.
I think the stimulation started getting too much for
Patrice. She was flushed now, and suddenly broke out into a
fit of coughing, apparently to hide the fact that the
sensation had been too much for her.
"Sorry... had a coughing fit," Patrice said as she moved
into the center of the tub, away from the tantalizing jet.
"I should have such fits," Camille said.
Patrice looked at Camille, but Camille's expression
looked completely innocent. I knew it was an act, as Patrice
probably did, but Patrice didn't say anything.
Merry was talking about a friend of hers, and since I
was sitting next to Kristen, I saw Kristen's face stiffen,
her eyes glazed and her jaw tightened. Patrice noticed
Kristen as well, and realized Kristen was enjoying the same
sensations that she had recently enjoyed.
Merry was oblivious to Kristen's torment, if it could be
described as such, continuing to talk. Camille and Wendy
were looking at Merry, and didn't notice Kristen's expression.
Suddenly, I felt Kristen's leg move against mine, and her
expression softened. She let out her breath. I had seen
Kristen orgasm a few times, but this wasn't like any that I
had seen. It was much more muted, and her expression looked
more frustrated than contented. Kristen continued to allow
the jet to stimulate her.
Patrice looked at me, and realized that I knew what
Kristen was experiencing. I smiled back at Patrice, and she
blushed, realizing that if I knew about Kristen, then I might
know about her as well.
We sat in the hot tub for fifteen minutes or so. Kristen
went through about three waves of gratification and
frustration and she suggested we cool off in the big pool.
As we got out of the tub, Kristen held me back. "Jim,
can I see you alone for a minute?"
"Sure."
Kristen led me into one of the changing rooms, which was
about the size of my bedroom at home. "What's up?" I asked.
"Do you have any of your tickets with you?"
"No. I didn't think I'd need them."
"I'm starting to regret one of your orders."
"Which one?"
Kristen hesitated. "I thought I wouldn't mind. But the
hot tub was so frustrating for me!"
"Huh?"
"I can't orgasm without your dick or your sperm in my
mouth."
Oh, Fuck! "You mean..."
"I can get so close, and then my body relaxes. It's so
fucking frustrating." Kristen was staring at my fully erect
penis, eying it hungrily.
"Maybe a quick one?" I suggested.
Kristen didn't need a second invitation. She literally
dove between my legs, and swallowed my penis whole, using
vigorous up and down motions and sucking like a vacuum
cleaner. I had my fingers between her legs, and found her
clit was quite engorged from her play in the hot tub. I
fondled it softly, getting vibratory moans from Kristen in
return.
It didn't take long before I spurted into her mouth, and
she kept her mouth clamped on my cock to soften her moans as
her own orgasm enveloped her.
Her orgasm lasted a bit longer than mine, having been
built up over the last fifteen minutes or so. "Thanks,"
Kristen said when she finally let my cock go. "I needed
that."
"I'll get a ticket and cure you of this problem," I said.
"No need to hurry now. I still have some of your semen
in my mouth in case I want to use the hot tub again."
"Do you do that often?" I asked.
"Masturbate with the jets?"
"Yeah."
"I used to. Up until I met you."
"Oh," I said. I realized then that I had taken one of
Kristen's "hobbies" away from her. I felt terrible.
"Don't worry," Kristen said, softly. "I prefer the real
thing, actually."
"You mean..."
"Sucking you. Swallowing your dick. Licking it. And
when you fondle me, it's much better than me doing it myself."
"I think I understand," I said. "Let's get back. I bet
most of those girls know what we're doing."
"Oh... Jim?"
"Yes," I said, my hand on the door ready to walk out.
"Camille told me that she canceled the cock sucking
contest due to Merry being here," Kristen giggled.
"Oh? I didn't know she had one planned."
"It was supposed to be a surprise."
"Well, nobody can possibly do it better than you,
Kristen. I mean, the look of ecstasy in your eyes by itself
shows me that you take it seriously."
"Not even Patty?"
"Not even close. And it's not her technique. It's
because I love you."
Kristen sighed, "I love it when you say that. You're
really sweet. Let's get going."
* * *
We swam for a bit, and Kristen found an opportunity or
two to give my member a quick suck every now and then without
making it too obvious. It was quite apparent to me that
Kristen was almost obsessive about my cock.
At a little after noon, Kristen showed me how to fire up
the grill, and I had hamburgers and hot dogs cooking over the
fire. The gas grill worked better than I had expected; it
was much superior to my uncle's electric one.
"Who wants cheeseburgers?" I called out.
Merry, Wendy, and Kristen all called out.
"How about you, Patrice? Hamburger? Hot dog?"
"Hamburger, please."
"Camille?"
Camille looked directly at my dick, which was covered by
a towel, and said, "Hot dog."
"All right," I said, ignoring Camille's obvious
intention. She had been trying to get to me for quite a
while now. I remembered that Camille had given me one of the
finest hand jobs I had ever received that first night at
Kneely Park, and she had offered her body to me directly on
more than one occasion.
I didn't really mind Camille, but I hoped that she wasn't
trying to get me as a boy friend. I was already committed to
Kristen, and despite Camille being a friend, I had no
intention of giving up my blonde Goddess. I knew that
Camille thought of sex simply as a recreational activity, and
I wanted something a bit more personal for at least my first
time.
The girls were sitting at a round picnic table, talking.
Merry was pointing to Wendy's enormous knockers, asking if
they were uncomfortable. I didn't hear Wendy's answer. I
was glad that my wish that Merry just had fun today was
working. I thought over my exact wording of the wish that I
had made to her earlier, and couldn't find any problems with
it.
Being with a group of girls for the last week or so had
made me privy to the kinds of things girls talk about. They
seemed to think of me as one of them, although they did
sometimes ask me questions about how boys think about certain
situations.
It also simply amazed me that being around five totally
nude girls (Merry had removed her bottoms while in the hot
tub) didn't make me as excited as I had fantasized about only
weeks before. Actually, the only nude body of the five that
could make me totally erect was Kristen's. This also struck
me as interesting.
Did I have a future with Kristen? I really wanted to,
but reality was that she was going to Princeton or Harvard or
some other Ivy League school on the east coast, and I still
would have two more years of high school. She'd meet guys
that were a better fit for her, having similar backgrounds
and lots of money. How could I compete with that?
I knew that I could easily tilt the odds in my favor with
my lucky tickets, but I cared too much about Kristen to want
to destroy the life she was meant to have for my own selfish
reasons.
Patty, Wendy, Camille... even Patrice would be gone in a
year. They'd have their own lives to lead, and maybe they
would remember me fondly, or maybe they'd simply forget about
the fifteen year old that had inserted himself into their
lives.
I found myself getting depressed thinking these thoughts,
and I, of course, knew the source of my problem: My lucky
tickets had once again come back to haunt me again with
Kristen... she couldn't orgasm without my semen in her mouth.
Now, that order was simply a power trip on my part. My
intention was to demean Kristen so that she'd have to blow a
fifteen year old before she could pleasure herself. Had I
really hated Kristen that much?
I think I was really trying to impress the girls...
Patty, mostly. I wanted them to see how mature I was, how
powerful I was. I wanted them to swoon when they saw me.
Instead, I had almost ruined the life of the one person
that eventually made life worth living for me! Talk about
strange twists of fate.
Kristen had gotten up from the table and asked, "Are the
burgers almost done?"
"Yeah," I said dejectedly, Kristen's mere presence
reminding me about how terrible a person I was.
"What's wrong, lover?"
"What's wrong? What the fuck is right? Once again, I
fucked up with the tickets!"
Kristen looked at me, and didn't say a word. She simply
kissed me. Tears once again came to my eyes. I had been
crying a lot lately. If that's what those fucking tickets do
to people, maybe I should just throw them away or even burn
them!
I broke the kiss, and put the burgers into the buns that
I had preheated before. I also put the two hot dogs on the
platter next to the burgers.
"Kris? Where's the nearest bathroom?"
"Between the two changing rooms on this side. It's
connected to both."
"I need to go," I said, turning off the gas.
I went into the changing room, and found the door to the
bathroom. I locked the door, and sat on the toilet and cried.
* * *
When I finally left the changing room, I dove immediately
into the pool. I had forgotten that I was at the shallow
end, and barely missed hitting my head on the bottom of the
pool.
It was my hope that the water would wash the remnants of
my tears away. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of
the girls, especially my step-sister.
I climbed out of the pool and toweled off, finding a
place at the table.
"Have a good swim?" Kristen asked.
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound more cheerful.
I grabbed a cheeseburger and scooped some coleslaw and
potato salad that Kristen had delivered from her kitchen.
The girls started talking again, and I just kept quiet.
Patty arrived a bit later, and there was still some
burgers and a hot dog left. Her presence lifted my spirits a
bit. Patty was one person that I hadn't really hurt with my
tickets, at least not yet. I felt glad that she was around,
despite feeling sorry for her about her aunt.
Patty felt uncomfortable being the only person clothed,
so she excused herself and undressed, stacking her clothes
into a neat pile on one of the lounge chairs.
Kristen excused herself from the table, and told the
girls where the sauna was and how to operate it. She then
told me to come with her.
Kristen led me to her bedroom, the two of us not saying a
word as she did so.
As soon as her door was closed, Kristen said, "It's not
just the tickets, is it, Jim?"
"No," I admitted.
"Out with it. Tell me what's gotten you into this funk?"
"I was thinking about how I wouldn't see any of you after
next summer. You'll all be going to college. Then, what
will I do? You'll meet somebody your own age and date and
get married. Everything has been mostly nice the past couple
of weeks, but it won't stay that way."
"Wrong," Kristen said. "First, Patty will still be
around. The community college she wants to go to is just a
few miles away. She'll be living at home, most likely.
"Second, I may go to college. I haven't decided where,
or even when. Third, I've already met somebody and he's not
my own age, just a year or so younger. I am dating him, and
if he wants to, we'll both get married. Everything that's so
nice will continue to be nice."
I was stunned.
"Now, does that make you feel better?" Kristen asked.
"What do you mean, you haven't decided where or when?"
Kristen smiled. "There's no law that says you have to go
to college immediately after high school. I know a lot of
people that travel to Europe or someplace else for a year or
two before starting college."
"Even if you did that," I pointed out, "you'll still be
away."
"You don't HAVE to travel, you lovable numb skull!"
"Huh?"
"I can stay here," Kristen said. "I could even go to the
community college with Patty. I can wait for you to graduate
and we could attend college together."
"You'd do that for me?" I asked.
"Of course, Jim."
"And you're not pissed about the thing in the hot tub?"
Kristen looked exasperated. "No. I'd like you to help me
with it, but I was able to get relief. Don't you remember?"
I smiled as I remembered our brief encounter in the
changing room.
"I guess I'm just worried about nothing?"
Kristen didn't answer, but kissed me.
I loved this girl. And she really loved me. How could I
have felt so lousy just a few moments before?
We broke the kiss, and Kristen grinned. "I have
something I want to teach you. It's called a sixty-nine."
It was almost an hour before we returned to the girls at
the pool. Nobody said anything about our being gone, but I
got knowing looks from everybody except my step-sister.
The table had been cleared. I looked at Kristen. Had a
servant come in while the girls were skinny dipping?
Kristen apparently read my mind. "Edgar came in and
cleared everything when the girls were in the sauna."
"He walked in on everybody?" I asked.
"No, silly," Kristen laughed. "But we have motion
detectors. When there was no activity in the pool area,
Edgar knew it was safe to come in and clean up."
"Neat system you have here."
"You get used to it," Kristen grinned.
* * *
We were all dressed and in Kristen's play room when Mr.
Swift arrived. Billy announced his arrival on the intercom
to Kristen.
Kristen's father shook my hand, and raised his eyebrows
when Kristen introduced me as her boy friend. He greeted all
of us, and smiled as he noticed we were playing some form of
rummy game. "Is Kristen beating your pants off, yet? She's
the sharpest card player I've ever met, and I've met quite a
few in Vegas."
"Yeah," I grinned. "I tried playing gin rummy with her
the other day. Didn't get close to winning."
"Well," Mr. Swift said, "If you know what you're up
against, I'll let you guys get back to your game."
"It was nice meeting you," I said. The other girls said
more or less the same.
Mrs. Swift arrived about a half hour later, and greeted
us much the same. She also warned us all about Kristen's
card playing ability.
At about six o'clock, Billy paged Kristen again.
"Yes, Billy?" Kristen said.
"Your father wants you and your friends to know that he's
got barbecue chicken on the deck for dinner."
"Is it ready now?"
"Yes, Miss Swift."
"Tell him we'll be right there."
I hadn't expected to be having dinner with Kristen's
parents, but none of us protested.
Kristen's father had changed into a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt. Her mother was dressed in a light dress, similar to
the ones that the girls were all wearing.
There was chicken, French fries, a tossed salad, and
glasses of lemonade set up on a larger picnic table than the
one we had eaten at earlier.
The food was delicious, and I found Kristen's parents to
be extremely nice to all of us. I didn't know what I had
really expected; I knew that they were rich, and I didn't
know how rich people acted. Apparently, they were the same
as everybody else.
Kristen drove me and Merry home, and I was once again
relegated to the back seat of Kristen's Camaro.
I invited Kristen in, and my parents greeted Kristen
warmly, just as Kristen's parents had greeted Merry and me.
Merry bubbled over, telling everybody how wonderful Kristen's
house was, how she had an indoor pool and a hot tub and even
a sauna. She described Kristen's parents, and all our
friends. She did not, however, mention anything about nudity
or the time I spent alone with Kristen.
All in all, with the exception of my feeling sorry for
myself during lunch, it had been a wonderful day.
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