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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 14
Kristen arrived at my house with Patty the next morning.
I heard the girls arrive, and was waiting for them when they
came into my room.
Immediately, I handed Kristen a ticket.
"You have one wish."
Patty looked at me, surprised. She knew how I had almost
ruined Kristen's life with those, and had thought I'd never
use one on her again. She hadn't been privy to the
conversation that Kristen and I had the previous day, however.
"Kristen, you are no longer obligated to have my dick or
my sperm in your mouth in order to achieve orgasm."
"Your wish is my command."
Kristen looked at her hand, and noticed the ticket. "Did
you... you know?"
"Yes," I said. "I'd like to use another one, with your
permission. I need to find out something about these
tickets, and I've found that people under its power can
explain things to me about them."
"I trust you," Kristen said, holding out her hand.
I handed her another ticket.
"You have one wish."
"I need you to explain how these tickets work. For
instance, I wished for your addiction to be gone, but you
seem to still seem to be fixated on my dick, and you still
seem to have urges. I also want you to be aware of what
you're telling me." I had added this last part because
people explaining the tickets to me didn't seem to have any
recollection of me making a wish, or their responses.
"Your wish is my command," Kristen intoned.
"So, what's up with the addiction?" I asked.
"The tickets do work, but the problem is that they all
work," Kristen explained. "No one ticket can be stronger
than another. That means, you cannot use a ticket to
override the effects of another one."
"But I have used the tickets that way," I said.
Kristen thought. "No. You cannot completely override
another ticket, at least, you can never absolutely undo the
effects of a ticket. All you can do is minimize the effects,
but you cannot remove them completely. That means that
although I'm no longer strung out like a junkie, I still have
a bit of an addiction; and that won't change. I probably
will have that addiction for the rest of my life, although it
may wear out over time. Whether that will be in a year or
fifty years, I don't know."
This revelation was shocking to me. I had never intended
for Kristen's addiction to be permanent, even when I thought
that I had hated her.
I also realized that there was a serious consequence now.
Kristen told me that the effect was permanent. That means,
she'd always have to have her "fix." I didn't know how long
she'd be able to do without it. This was definitely
something I had never intended.
Patty said, quietly, "That's quite serious, Kris."
Kristen nodded. "I never really knew this until now."
I didn't know what to say. "How about my wish to be able
to orgasm without requiring my dick or sperm in your mouth?"
Kristen thought, and then paled slightly. "I will be
able to achieve orgasm, but not easily, and not as strongly
as I would if I'm sucking you."
Was that bad? Of course it was! That meant that if
Kristen and I were to break up, there would be nobody on
earth that could give Kristen an orgasm like me. That, along
with her addiction, would make her forever bound to me.
Right now, it didn't matter. But what if...
"There's more," Kristen added, interrupting my train of
thought. "If you get a vasectomy, you won't be emitting any
sperm. You may want to consider that before having anything
done to yourself. You probably should have made me addicted
to your semen instead."
Shit. "Sperm? Semen? What's the difference?"
Kristen just stared at me. Patty said, quietly, "Sperm
are those cells that are responsible for reproduction. But
when a guy orgasms, there's additional fluid for lubrication
and such. That's semen."
I didn't realize that. Shit. "Sorry, Kristen. I didn't
know. But I promise not to get a vasectomy, if that makes
you feel better." Actually, the thought of a doctor going
near my penis with a knife wasn't something I would seriously
consider.
Patty said, "Wow. Those tickets require a lot of
responsibility."
"Yeah," I nodded.
Patty looked at her friend and said, "I promised Jim a
blow job every day. I'm willing to allow you to take my
place, seeing how you have an addiction still."
Kristen said, "Thank you, but it doesn't seem that bad.
At least, I don't think it's that bad."
Patty shrugged. "So, which one of us does the honors?"
I said, "Don't I get a choice?" I had really hoped for a
repeat of the sixty-nine session.
"No!" the two girls chorused, giggling.
"I'll play you a hand of gin for it!" Kristen grinned.
"No," Patty giggled. "I've seen you play cards."
"Hmmm. I have an idea..." Kristen moved over to me and
kissed me.
I hugged her to me, and I said afterward, "I love you,
Kristen. I'm sorry about..."
"Shush," Kristen said, kissing me again.
I felt hands and lips on my cock. Since Kristen was
kissing me, it had to be Patty. It had been a few days since
I had the pleasure of Patty, not that I had any complaints of
having had Kristen's oral skills exclusively.
Kristen continued to kiss me while Patty continued
blowing me. The combination of sensations on my lips and my
dick led me toward orgasm after about five minutes.
Patty lifted her head up, right at the worst possible
time for me. She pulled Kristen down, and Kristen looked at
my dick, and then shook her head, offering it back to Patty.
Patty looked confused, but she resumed her sucking, and I
came pretty quickly, my fuse having been shortened
considerably.
"Thank you, Patty," Kristen said, smiling at the red
head. "But I have a favor to ask."
"Yes?" Patty asked.
Kristen said, "I want to find out the extent of this
addiction. Jim, I'll continue to date you, but I don't want
your dick or semen. Please? If I see you naked, I might not
be able to help myself. Patty, would you be able to help me
out?"
"You mean, suck Jim for you?" Patty asked.
"Yes," Kristen said. "I know you like doing it almost as
much as I do. I still love Jim, but I need to know just how
addicted I am to him."
Patty giggled. "Do you know how perverted this sounds?
My best friend is asking me to blow her boy friend?"
Kristen giggled a bit, but her face turned serious. "I
mean it. I know you enjoy doing Jim, and I'm not jealous of
you. We're friends."
Patty looked at Kristen, and then at me. "All right,"
she said, blushing.
"I'll make it up to you!" Kristen said to Patty, as she
helped her friend get dressed.
"How?" Patty asked.
"I'll show you when we get to my house."
Was Kristen hinting at something? "Hey! Am I invited?"
I asked.
Kristen shook her head. "No boys. Especially you. You
might get too worked up, and I can't have that happening in
front of me."
Kristen WAS planning on doing something with Patty. And
I wasn't invited!
As the two girls left, I found myself feeling the very
thing that Kristen said she didn't feel about Patty: Jealousy.
* * *
I didn't see Kristen the rest of the day. Patty came
over in the evening, and told me her mother was still
visiting her aunt. Kristen had given Patty permission to
stay over my house tonight, but Patty declined, deciding on a
quick session tonight, to be repeated the next morning.
Patty didn't tell me what she and Kristen did that day,
only mentioning that the two girls had talked. She told me
that if Kristen wanted me to know, then I should talk with
Kristen. "Please don't put me in between the two of you,"
Patty pleaded with me.
I didn't know whether to be pissed at Kristen for
excluding me from her session with Patty, if that's what she
had indeed done, but Patty started sucking on my cock, which
made it difficult to stay mad at her. In fact, her sucking
soon drove most feelings of jealousy out of me.
It didn't take too long before I blasted into Patty's
willing mouth.
After she was done, Patty got dressed and said, "I'm not
as good as Kristen, am I?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing that Patty was
heading into dangerous territory.
"You love the way she sucks you. Better than the way I
do."
"Patty, I'm in love with Kristen. You're the one that
pointed that out to me, remember? Wouldn't that have
anything to do with my enjoyment? Your technique is
different, but I love it."
Patty wasn't convinced. "Give me a ticket. Make me love
the taste of your sperm... your semen. And your cock. Just
like Kristen!"
"Patty!" I said. "You of all people should know how
problematic such a thing could be. And I won't be able to
ever cancel it! What will happen when you get a boy friend?
'Oh, I like sucking you, but I have to have the taste of
Jim's cock!' I can see a boy really appreciating that."
Patty thought for a moment. "Then, when I get a boy
friend, give me another ticket and make me like his cock and
semen even better."
I shook my head. "And do this again and again as you
start dating more and more boys?"
Patty looked down. "I guess. That won't work..."
I had an idea. "What if I give a time limit--say, for
the next week? Kristen may not last that long. And then,
since it will expire, you're not stuck with any bad side
effects when the time is up."
Patty nodded. "That would work. And then, after the
week is over, I can decide how I feel about it. That's a
great idea!"
I found my bag with the tickets inside. "Here, have a
ticket."
"You have one wish."
I tried to figure out how I had phrased my order to
Kristen. "I wish that you will find that my penis tastes
better than anything you have ever tasted. And my sperm--no,
my semen!--tastes even better. This wish will expire at
midnight, a week from tomorrow."
"Your wish is my command."
Patty came back to life. "Did it work? I don't feel any
different."
I opened my pants and said, "Give it a try."
Patty bent down and gave my dick a tentative lick.
"Ooh... wow! It does taste good! May I do you again?"
I smiled at her. "No. But you can suck on it... gently,
like Kristen. Like a baby with a pacifier."
Patty looked at me curiously but did so. I felt Patty
start licking my shaft, and she sucked on my dick exactly as
I instructed her.
I moved her body onto my bed, and she never allowed her
lips to leave my cock. I knew that she wasn't wearing
panties, and reached underneath her dress and asked, "You
mind if I rub you a bit?"
"Mmmm hmmmm," Patty said.
"You do mind?" I said, not exactly sure that she had
given permission.
"Unh, hum," she said, refusing to take her lips off of
me. "Doom it."
While Patty blissfully suckled my penis, I reached
between Patty's legs, feeling the moisture already forming
from her inner lips. I rubbed up and down her slit, and she
moaned in appreciation.
I continued to rub Patty gently, while she continued her
licking and soft sucking. We did this for about a half hour.
Patty's clitoris was quite hard, and I occasionally brushed
against it. I heard her sigh in release as her legs clenched
together as she experienced one of her quieter orgasms.
I carefully pulled Patty's head from my lap, forcing her
to abandon her newly discovered favorite toy. I kissed her,
and then I hugged her tightly.
"That's how Kristen does it. Soft and loving, like that."
Patty nodded. "And, tasting it like that, I can see how
she can willingly deep throat you. Would you mind if I
practiced with you?"
Mind? A girl wanting to practice deep throat techniques?
"Of course I wouldn't mind. Remember, it will only taste
this good for a week. I haven't decided to make it
permanent, but I have an idea."
Patty looked interested. "An idea?"
"What if I gave you a code phrase, like 'Popsicle breath'
that, whenever you say it to yourself, then whatever penis
you see will taste just like mine does right now, just for,
say an hour or so?"
"Like a post-hypnotic suggestion?" Patty asked.
"A what?"
"When a guy hypnotizes somebody, he can give a trigger
phrase that when somebody says it, they do something weird."
"Way cool. Hypnotism, huh?"
Patty looked at me. "What are you thinking?"
I gave Patty my favorite evil grin. "Oh, something..."
Patty didn't want to leave. Now that her taste in
certain penises had been enhanced, she thought it would be
cool to suck it all night.
I didn't like having to turn Patty down. But I was in
love with Kristen, and if I did something special like spend
the night with a girl, I would really prefer to do it with
Kristen. I told Patty instead that I wanted to think more
about this "trigger phrase" that she had described to me, and
especially how it might affect her directly.
Patty was disappointed, but she said she understood. She
kissed me as I pulled my pants up, and after we went
downstairs, she said good night to my parents.
I watched her drive away, thinking about how much I
really had wanted her to stay, and glad that I had the
internal strength to say "no" gently to her.
* * *
The next morning, I felt a gentle sucking on my penis, a
sensation I had associated with Kristen. I was about to say,
"Good morning Kristen" when I noticed that it was a red
haired girl resting her head on my hips.
Patty must have sensed that I was awake, because she
started actively fellating me. I realized that she was
attempting to force my cock further and further into her
throat. I remembered Patty asking "permission" to practice
deep throat with me, and tried not to interfere with her work.
The constant movement of her head, however, combined with
her occasionally stroking hands, set off my short fuse. I
found myself pumping a load of semen into Patty's mouth,
eliciting an "Hmmm" of satisfaction from her.
"You know, Patty, you have a lovely way of waking a guy
up."
"Mmmm hmmmm," Patty answered, her mouth still sucking my
cock.
Patty was naked, but her body was further down the bed
than I could reach. I let Patty continue sucking me for
about ten minutes, after which, I really had a need to pee.
I carefully removed Patty's head from my groin, and told
her that I had to heed Mother Nature's call. She grinned and
told me that I should have made her like the taste of my
urine, as well.
That thought actually shocked me, and I found myself
shivering a bit on my way into the bathroom. Merry was just
leaving the bathroom as I had gotten out of my room. She
almost immediately noticed the state of my turgid erection,
her eyes glued to my crotch.
I walked past my step-sister, and went into the bathroom.
I had overslept a little today, not being awake before Patty
arrived to take care of the morning wood. Once again, I had
to clean up a bit of a mess after I managed to pee.
When I got back in my room, Patty was fully dressed, but
still lying on my bed. Merry was in the room with her. I
saw my step-sister blush a bit as I entered, but the erection
that I sported a few moments ago had abated quite a lot.
"Are you having breakfast with us?" Merry asked.
Patty shrugged, and looked at me.
"Yeah, it might be a good idea," I told Merry. "Patty's
mother is visiting Patty's aunt, who's sick."
Patty smiled and allowed Merry to lead her downstairs
while I changed.
It was the day before school started, and I was already
missing Kristen. I couldn't believe that up until yesterday,
I had seen Kristen almost constantly. Now, she was trying to
see how strong her addiction to my dick and semen was by
avoiding me. It had been the longest twenty-four hours since
I had found those tickets.
When I got downstairs, Patty was eating breakfast just
like any other member of our family. She was talking with my
mother, and talking about her upcoming classes. My mother
nodded, but her comments were short. It seemed as if
something was on my mother's mind.
As I arrived, Patty smiled at me. I sat down and made
myself a bowl of cereal. Merry poured me a glass of orange
juice.
My mom watched me, and then asked, "So, Jim, are you
ready for school tomorrow?"
"I can't say I'm looking forward to it, really. But I
know that I'll be seeing Patty and Kristen. It should be a
lot better than last year."
"That's nice," my mother said.
I looked at my mother. Something in the way she said
that sounded a bit forced, but Mom's face didn't show
anything different about her.
"What are your plans today, dear?" Mom asked.
I was about to shrug when Patty mentioned that we were
all going to meet at Wendy's house today.
"My boy seems pretty popular, huh?"
Now I knew that something was definitely bothering my
mother.
I hurriedly finished my cereal, and went into the kitchen
to wash my dish.
My mother followed me into the kitchen. "We need to
talk, Jim."
"Now?" I asked.
"Patty will be all right with Merry. Can we go upstairs?"
I nodded, and my mother led me upstairs to my room.
My mother said, "Jim, you know that I have your best
interests at heart, right?"
"Um, yeah..."
"You know I don't approve of your 'sex lessons' from
Patty, but I'm allowing it. And you now say you're dating
Kristen. But Patty is still here."
"Yeah," I said. I had hoped that my conversation with my
mother would have soothed this out, but I guess my behavior
was getting out of hand and I was probably getting blatant in
my actions in front of everybody.
"So, explain," my mother demanded. "Tell me why girls in
twelfth grade are suddenly finding you attractive. Why does
your step-father not seem to give a damn what you do with the
girls, even in front of Merry? And what's this about Kristen
being an addict?"
I had expected most of this, but the last question threw
me for a loop. "An addict?"
"Jim, I was walking by your room yesterday morning, and
Kristen mentioned something about being addicted to
something. I didn't hear everything, but still... a lovely
girl like her. If she's an addict, she should see a doctor."
"Mom, Kristen was saying that she was behaving LIKE an
addict. She thinks she's addicted to ME!"
My mother wasn't buying it. "Are you dealing drugs, Jim?
Is that why girls are hanging around you all of a sudden,
offering their bodies to you?"
Was my mother serious? "What?" I asked.
"I'm worried about you, but if you're breaking the law,
and doing it in our home, I'll have no choice but to turn you
in."
"I don't believe this!"
"Then explain things to me. You told me a few days ago
that you're maturing, and I let you have your space. But
things seem to be getting out of hand."
"Mom, I swear I'm not doing any drugs. I haven't even
smoked pot. I don't think the girls are doing drugs, either.
If you don't believe me, check their arms. Look for needle
marks. Do you smell pot in my room?"
"That's not an explanation," my mother observed.
"Mom, Kristen and I are in love. We love one another.
We're even dating. It took me a few days to realize how I
felt, but I can tell her now, and I can even tell you. I
would never do anything to hurt her, or you!"
"Let's say I accept that. You still haven't told me
about Patty."
I tried to explain. "Nothing's changed about Patty.
She's still a friend... a very close friend. And she and
Kristen are best friends. Kristen feels like she's addicted
to me, and Patty is being with me, just as a friend. Nothing
more!"
"Then there's the matter about your step-father."
I knew what the "problem" was there. "Does he have a
problem with Patty or Kristen?"
"Jim, he doesn't even care!" my mother protested.
"That's not the husband I married. He dotes on little Merry,
but he doesn't even think that your bringing up girls every
morning and most nights might be a bad influence on her."
"Did you talk with him about it?"
"I did. And, Jim, he DID care. Up until he had that
short talk with you. Now he no longer gives a damn!"
I had no idea what to say to that. I eyed the bag that
held my precious tickets, but I really didn't want to have to
use them on my mother. Was there a way I could resolve this?
I finally decided, "Mom, I'd suggest that you talk with
Kristen and Patty. I'm sure they can convince you that
nothing terrible is happening."
My mother looked at me, her eyes still burning with
suspicion. Finally, she said, "Jim, I'm just worried. If
you tell me you're not dealing drugs, then fine. I do like
Kristen, and I think the two of you together are great. I
see the way you two look at each other. But seeing Patty
here last night, and then this morning..."
"Mom, I told you that Kristen thought she was addicted to
me. She wants me to be with Patty for a bit as she works out
her feelings. Kristen is not jealous of Patty, and the two
of them are best friends. That's all."
My mother sighed. "I guess I'll have to trust you for
now."
I felt a bit of relief. "I'll try not to do anything to
betray that trust. Promise."
My mother shook her head and wagged her finger at me.
"But remember, Jim: if I find any indication that you are
doing something illegal, I won't hesitate to call the police."
After my mother left, I felt my body shiver. I had no
idea the amount of adrenaline that had been pumping through
my body. I also made a vow to keep my tickets on me or
someplace safe from my mother's prying eyes.
I went downstairs and Patty was sitting with Merry in the
living room. She looked at me, giving me a questioning look.
I asked Patty, "Ready to go to Wendy's?"
"Yeah," Patty said, a bit worried.
Merry piped up, "Can I go, too?"
My mother overheard her step-daughter and said, from the
kitchen, "You have laundry to do today, Meredith."
"Aww, mom!" Merry complained.
"Hey, Shortcake," I said, forcing a smile at my
step-sister. "Next time I'm invited to Kristen's, I'll make
sure she invites you. OK?"
"OK. Her place is cool. Will she drive me in the Camaro
again?"
This time, my smile wasn't as forced. "Only if you ride
in the back next time!"
Merry smiled in return. "Sure, big brother."
* * *
I told Patty about my conversation with my mother in my
room. She giggled at her jumping to the conclusion that I
was dealing drugs, but turned serious when I pointed out that
my Mom could easily call the police on us. Even though we
were innocent, it would be embarrassing to say the least, not
to mention that our relationship would be quite difficult to
explain to anybody.
"I think you need to have Kristen have a talk with her,"
Patty observed. "I would have done so, but I didn't realize
how upset she was. That was a smart thing, saying that
Kristen was addicted to you. I mean, she is, but we don't
need your mom knowing the gory details."
"Yeah," I agreed.
Patty continued to drive, and I asked, "So, what did you
and Kristen do yesterday?"
Patty frowned and said, "I told you, Kristen doesn't want
me to tell. She's not hiding anything terrible from you,
trust me."
"If she's not hiding anything, then why all the secrecy?"
"Wait and see," Patty said, keeping her eyes on the road.
"Trust her. Trust us."
I dropped the subject, silently a bit angry at the girls'
reticence about telling me what was going on between them.
Patty broke the awkward silence. "By the way, I have a
request, James."
James was Patty's "master" keyword for me. "Yes,
Patricia?" I asked, playing the part.
"Patricia hasn't been given any orders lately. I want
you to think of something for me to do at school tomorrow."
I had almost forgotten this part of Patty, the one that
likes playing at being a slave. "OK. I'll think of
something."
"I'll drive you to school tomorrow. Tell me then. And
make it wicked!"
When we got to Wendy's house, I saw that Kristen's car
was in the driveway. My heart jumped, as I thought about
being able to see the love of my life again after a day of
being apart.
If what I thought had happened privately between Patty
and Kristen had indeed happened, I realized that neither one
would probably want to talk about it with Wendy and Camille
present, so I let the matter fester in my mind for a bit.
As we arrived, Wendy seemed excited. "We're going
shopping today!"
This was exciting? The girls always went to the mall.
What was so special about that?
Patty seemed happy. "Yeah. Kristen told me yesterday.
I think it's so cool!"
"What's so cool about the mall?" I asked.
The girls gave me a look that meant that a mere boy
couldn't possibly understand. "Kristen's father is giving us
a hundred dollar gift certificate for any of the stores in
the mall."
I did a mental calculation. One hundred dollars, divided
by the three girls. Thirty three and change. Twenty five if
I was included, but I didn't seem to be. And I almost forgot
Patrice--and Merry!. Twenty? "What? Twenty bucks?"
"No, Jim," Patty said. "One hundred dollars EACH. For
all of us. He wants us to buy some cool outfits for school
tomorrow."
I was worried. Patty had told me that Kristen's old
"friends" had only hung around her because she gave them
gifts. Was Kristen doing this again?
Patty saw my frown, and said, "It's from Kristen's
father. Not Kristen. It's different."
I didn't see much difference, but it seemed different
enough to Patty. Kristen nodded her agreement.
"Hi, Jim," I heard a familiar voice. It was Patrice!
"Hi, Patrice!" I smiled. "I didn't see your mom's car."
"Kristen picked me up."
I smiled at my little blonde Goddess, who beamed at me.
I walked over to Kristen and kissed her, and she drew the
kiss into a full body hug. "I missed you," she whispered to
me when we finished.
"I missed you, too. One whole fuckin' day!"
Kristen giggled.
Patrice watched Kristen and me, her eyes still showing a
bit of curiosity about the relationship between Kristen and
me.
I hugged Patrice, and then all the girls, ending with
Patty.
"So, where do we go?" Patty asked.
"Martin's!" Wendy and Camille said together.
Patty added, "Kristen says that's where she gets all her
lovely outfits."
"Cool," Patrice said.
I didn't relish the thought of going clothes shopping
with seventeen year old girls, but I was smart enough not to
voice any complaint. I tried to make myself look as
enthusiastic as the girls.
We drove to the mall, Kristen driving me, and Patty
driving the other girls.
When we were alone, Kristen said "I see Patty told you
about me buying gifts for the other gang, huh."
I nodded. "I just didn't want you to think that you had
to buy friends."
"You guys are already my friends. My dad saw Patty
yesterday and made the offer on his own. I never said
anything to him. Patty accepted for everybody."
That made sense. "I don't think I can figure out how to
spend a hundred dollars. A pair of jeans is only ten
dollars, and T-shirts are even cheaper."
Kristen said, "Oh, you'll have fun. I guarantee it."
"How's your addiction?" I asked.
"I'm really starting to feel it. It's nothing I can't
handle, but it's fucking amazing."
I nodded.
Kristen's voice then went cold. "And what's this about
giving Patty my punishment?"
Kristen's punishment? "Huh?" I asked.
"You made her think your penis is better than chocolate,
like me. Patty called me last night and told me that she
finally understood what it felt like for me."
"Patty asked me..."
Kristen interrupted me. "I know she did. But you didn't
have to give her a fucking ticket! This was something
special, something only I felt about you. I wasn't jealous
about Patty until I found out you're trying to turn her into
my replacement!"
"No, I'm not..."
"Don't interrupt me!" Kristen said. "Are you going to
give her blonde hair dye, too?"
"Kristen..."
"No, I'm not finished...!"
"YES, YOU ARE!" I yelled, ending Kristen's tirade. I
took a breath and said, a bit softer, "I'm not turning Patty
into you. She's nothing like you. You are my girl friend.
You're the one I love. You mean everything to me. Patty was
curious about what it was like for you, and I gave her a
taste of it..." I paused, knowing that I had used a bad
choice of words, but I knew that I needed to continue. "It's
only for a week. I did not promise to extend it. And if I
do, it won't be ME that she'll like tasting."
"You mean that?" Kristen asked.
"Of course. I do miss your sucking me. You are quite
unique, as you know. And I felt a bit of it when Patty did
it. But Patty isn't you. I don't love Patty like I love
you. And that's what makes you special to me."
Kristen had just parked in the mall, and the girls were
parked next to us, already getting out of the car.
Kristen opened her window, catching Patrice's attention.
"Jim and I need a few minutes alone. We'll catch up with
you."
Patrice looked at me and then back at Kristen and nodded.
Kristen then launched her body at mine, jumping over the
center console, plastering my face with kisses.
I was now glad I put a time limit on the wish I gave
Patty yesterday. I was happy that I didn't need to lie to
Kristen.
"Touch me. Make me come," Kristen said in between kisses.
"Hmmm?" I asked.
"I haven't had an orgasm without your dick in my mouth.
I want to come. Now!"
I thought that she had been playing with Patty yesterday.
Surely Patty would have manipulated her to an orgasm, right?
Nonetheless, I reached underneath Kristen's dress, and felt
that she wasn't wearing any panties. I found her wet slit,
and felt Kristen's kisses increase in intensity as I found
her secret pleasure spot. I increased my pressure as
Kristen's kisses got more forceful.
Soon, I had Kristen panting into my mouth. She let out a
gentle cry as she had a quick orgasm.
I felt like I had done a bad job, knowing how intense
some of Kristen's orgasms could get. But Kristen's kisses
started getting more frequent and gentler.
Finally, she pulled away from my face. "That was...
wonderful."
"Did I get the right spot?" I asked.
"Of course," Kristen said. "Remember, I told you they
wouldn't be as powerful?"
Oh yeah. I had forgotten about that.
"So... what did you and Patty do yesterday?"
"Can you keep a secret?" Kristen asked.
"Of course!" I answered.
"So can I!" Kristen smiled, and she opened her door and
exited the vehicle.
I was left with a case of blue balls, but was happy that
I was able to deliver Kristen's first non-semen-induced
orgasm since I had used my tickets on her that fateful day.
I didn't even let Kristen's vagueness about what she did
yesterday phase me too much.
Patty was waiting at the entrance of Martin's, and she
smiled at the two of us as we got there. "So, twenty six
hours, huh?"
I didn't understand until Kristen said, "Nope. Still
going strong. I just kissed him."
Patty noticed the wrinkles in the front of Kristen's
dress. "Must be some kisser!"
Kristen blushed. "Are the girls picking out clothes?"
"Yup. The manager remembered me from yesterday and is
now putting on a private show for the others."
"Cool. Let's meet them."
"Um... they're modeling lingerie right now," Patty
warned, looking at me.
I blushed, and said, "I'll wait out here."
"I guess I'll wait with him," Kristen said, sounding a
bit disappointed.
"Go on in," I said to my lovely blonde Goddess.
"Patricia will keep me company."
I saw Patty's face light up at that, and she nodded
excitedly to Kristen. Kristen was aware of our code, and
smiled. "Be good, James and Patricia."
Patty smiled, "I'm always good."
Kristen headed off into the store, and I said, "Is
Patricia up for a little fun?"
Patty nodded excitedly.
"Ever give a blow job to a boy in a men's room?"
Patty's eyes opened wide, and she said, "Think we can
manage it?"
"Worst that can happen is they throw us out."
Patty hesitated only the briefest amount of time. "I'll
do it."
I led Patty out of the store and into the mall, and found
a door that was the entrance to a hallway leading to the rest
rooms. I had Patty wait outside while I investigated the
situation inside the men's room.
There was an old man at one of the urinals.
I went back outside and shook my head at Patty,
indicating the coast wasn't clear.
Patty smiled, and then took my hand. She led me not into
the men's room, but the ladies' room. "I checked it out
while you were gone," Patty told me.
Patty quickly led me inside.
The ladies' room was set up much nicer than the men's
room. It had a couch in it, and it smelled considerably
better.
I was pushed into a larger stall that had handrails for
wheelchair access. Patty had me stand on the toilet, ducking
so my head wouldn't stick over the top of the partitions.
Patty pulled her panties down to her legs, and pulled up
her dress and sat down between my legs. She opened my jeans,
pulling them and my shorts down. My erect cock sprung out at
just the right position for her to start her newly-acquired
slow sucking. It wasn't a very comfortable position for me,
constantly cramped keeping my head and body down, but the
sucking made it worth it.
The wickedness of this entire encounter had me soon
moving my hips back and forth, forcing Patty to start sucking
me at a less leisurely pace. Although I was cramped, I was
truly getting excited.
And then, of course, I heard the door to the room open,
and I froze, thinking that we were busted. I heard two girls
talking to one another, walking into the cubicles next to the
one we occupied. Patty looked up at me, back to her slow
sucking, her eyes laughing at me, still hunched down in the
stall.
The two girls continued their conversation as I heard
them piss, completely unaware that I was in the stall right
next to the closest one.
The girls' piss didn't take long, at least to my way of
thinking. I heard the rustle of paper, and heard a toilet
flush, followed by another.
The two girls left their stalls, and continued talking as
I heard the water running as they washed their hands.
I heard the sound of pissing again, and was surprised to
realize that it was Patty. She shrugged her shoulders
without letting my dick leave her mouth.
I remembered that there weren't paper towels, so I had to
wait for the hand dryers to blast out their loud noise.
After a short eternity, I heard the doors open and the two
chatting girls finally left.
"Does everybody talk to one another in the girls' room?"
I whispered to Patty.
Patty nodded her head, and I started thrusting again.
Soon, I erupted into Patty's sucking mouth. I was ready
to get myself pulled together and out of the lavatory when I
heard the door open again. I froze again, knowing that my
exit would now be delayed for another five minutes at least.
Footsteps paused in front of the stall we were in, and
then moved into the stall next to me. Patty continued to
suck gently.
After a few seconds, I heard the person in the stall next
to us say, "Patty, is that you?"
It was Kristen!
"Ummm hmmm," Patty said, her mouth still occupied.
I heard Kristen giggle. "It sounds like you have what
I'm craving."
Patty pulled away from my dick. "Is the coast clear
outside?"
"Nobody was around when I came here. I was looking for
you."
I pulled out of Patty's mouth, and pulled up my pants. I
got up off the toilet, and let Patty wipe herself and flush.
"Check if the coast is clear," I ordered Patty.
Patty nodded, and left the stall. I hopped back up, and
heard Kristen's door open, and Kristen moved into my stall.
"You look funny!" Kristen giggled.
"Yeah. It was supposed to be the gents' room, but it was
occupied," I whispered.
"Come on, Kristen," Patty called.
Kristen allowed me to jump down and pull my pants back
up. We walked together to the entrance.
Patty called, a bit nervously, "Um, Kris?"
Just then, the door opened and an older lady looked at
the two of us.
Kristen was fast. She turned to me and said, "So, it's
the third stall. See if you can get a janitor in here."
"Yes, ma'am," I answered, trying to sound like somebody
that would work in the mall.
The lady eyed me suspiciously.
Kristen turned to the lady and said, "You might want to
avoid that third stall. It needs to get fixed."
"Um... thank you, miss," the lady said.
Kristen and I exited the bathroom, and we weren't seen
by anybody else. I kissed my quick thinking blonde Goddess,
and left with her and Patty back into Martin's.
"The lingerie show is over," Kristen explained. "The
girls are picking out dresses."
I wasn't too thrilled to be viewing a fashion show, but I
just had one of my all-time fantasies realized, that of being
in the girls' lavatory, and even got a blow job to boot.
I was not about to complain about any silly fashion show.
At Martin's, there were about three models that wore a
few dresses and other fashion combinations. The girls all
sat agog, cooing at the various dresses. I had eyes for
nobody except Kristen, who was sitting in the center front,
with Patty next to her. Kristen had asked me to sit on her
other side, but I declined, saying that the other girls would
probably appreciate the front row seat more than me.
During the show, I noticed some light rock music playing
in the background, and one of the songs made me think of
Kristen. I smiled as an idea formed in my head.
I also realized something about my little adventure with
Patty: it was Kristen being around that had made it special
for me. I had to admit it--I was head-over-heels in love
with my little blonde Goddess.
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