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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 15
During a lull in the show, I moved up to the front and
told Kristen that I had something to do at home. All the
girls looked disappointed, especially Kristen. I gave each
of them a hug and left the store.
Kristen followed me out. "You're not mad that I didn't
tell you my secret earlier, are you?"
I shook my head. "Kris, I'm certainly not angry at you.
You have some 'secret,' and if I should need to know about
it, you'll tell me; I'll find out when it's appropriate. But
I really have some things to do at home, especially with
tomorrow being the first day of school."
This was maybe a little white lie. I was, of course,
still a bit hurt that I hadn't been a part of whatever it was
that Patty and Kristen had done together the other day,
although Patty's assurances to me did make me feel better.
Kristen nodded. "How about dinner?"
"I think I should eat at home. Haven't been doing that
too much, lately."
"What's wrong, Jim?" Kristen looked very hurt.
"Nothing," I assured Kristen. "Everything's right. I
love you--it can't get more perfect than that! I just want
to prepare for school. Hearing you and the girls talk about
college all the time has gotten me thinking about my future
as well. I think that's part of why I was in a funk on
Sunday."
Kristen didn't seem convinced. "You sure that nothing's
wrong?"
"I'm positive, Kris," I said, smiling and giving her a
kiss on the cheek.
"Can I give you a ride?"
I sighed. I really hated turning Kristen down. "Nah.
It's only two blocks, and you girls are still picking out
clothes."
"Shall I send Patty over tonight?"
Patty was the last thing I needed at my house tonight. I
suspected that Patty was Kristen's secret spy to keep track
of me. I didn't know if Patty's loyalties were to me or to
Kristen, and it would be foolish of me to entrust Patty with
any of my secrets, although she had shown herself quite
competent at keeping Kristen's secrets.
"Nah. I'll see her tomorrow morning. I guess she's
giving me a ride to school!"
"You know that I love you, Jim," Kristen said, her face
clearly showing concern.
"I know, Kris. And I love you, too!" The two of us
kissed for a couple of minutes, Kristen turning it, of
course, into one of her patented erection specials. It was
difficult for me to leave, but I knew that I had some work to
do. I hugged Kristen and said my good-bye, and then I walked
toward my home.
As I walked away, I knew that Kristen was a bit more than
disappointed. I wondered what I could have done to avoid
doing that to her. I was still a bit new to this girl
friend/boy friend thing. However, Kristen had admitted that
she had some sort of secret that she was keeping from me, and
I now had my own secret idea for Kristen, one that I hoped
she'd really like. I just needed some private time to put
things together. I truly hoped that Kristen would understand.
* * *
Once I got home, I went straight upstairs. I was looking
for a 45 single that I had purchased a while back. Of
course, it was nowhere to be found.
Knowing that Merry sometimes "borrowed" some of my
singles, I found her in the laundry room. I asked her if she
had that particular forty-five, and she said it was in a
stack on the turntable in her room.
"I'm going to borrow it back," I told my step-sister.
"You can have it tomorrow."
"Sure. I was starting to get sick of the song, anyway."
I found the record where Merry had said it would be, and
took it into my room. I had a pair of Senheiser headphones
and plugged them into my receiver. I put the 45 center
adapter into the turntable and programmed the automatic
mechanism to repeat the song continuously.
I looked among my school supplies and found my loose leaf
binder that had fifty or so blank pages of music staffs on
it, a gift from my music teacher last year.
I was considered a sort of music prodigy as a kid. My
mother had taught me how to read music before I could even
read fairy tales. I played the old upright piano that was in
our den, which I still doodled on occasionally, especially
when trying to figure out the notes to a song.
In elementary school, I had taken up a few instruments,
but found that my piano training served as a disadvantage at
first. You see, most orchestral instruments are tuned to
different keys. When a trumpet plays a middle-C note, for
instance, the actual pitch that comes out is a B-flat note.
Expecting the sound of one note and hearing a different pitch
was very disconcerting.
However, I persevered, and managed to learn to train my
ears to transpose the "expected" sound of the notes I played,
and I managed to get quite good on the trumpet. Not wanting
to sit on my laurels, I tried other instruments, eventually
doing well enough to be considered pretty versatile.
In junior high, I became a jack of all trades in music
class. My music teacher stayed with me after school to teach
me things that they normally don't teach in music class, like
arrangements, the basics of conducting, sight transposition
(looking at, say, music written for trumpet--which is a
B-flat instrument--and having it play in the correct pitch
for, say, an E-flat instrument like an alto sax), and other
advanced subjects.
During some high school special events, like musicals, I
was "loaned out" from the junior high to play some
specialized instruments, or even a regular instrument, like
the trumpet or the piano. The high school teacher had dealt
with such "prodigies" before, but I managed to impress even
him.
Anyway, I was determined to listen to this one song, over
and over, and get it down on paper. Then, I'd transpose it
for a few instruments. I only had the rest of the afternoon
and this evening to complete my work.
After a couple of hours, my mom called me down to supper,
and I ate quickly, wanting to get back upstairs to my music
work.
"What are you doing up there?" Mom asked.
"Scoring something."
"You have a girl up there?" my step-father asked.
My mother looked daggers at him.
"No. I meant that I'm trying to capture a song from a
record onto music paper."
"Sounds weird," my step-father said, having little
interest in music.
My mother actually smiled. The two of us shared a love
for music. "Getting a head start in music class already?"
I grinned. "Something like that."
Merry offered to do the dishes for me in return to allow
her to come into my room later and watch me "score" a song.
"Sure, Shortcake. You may need to knock loudly, since
I'll have the headphones on."
"Okie dokie," Merry said, happy as a clam.
When I got back upstairs, I found a headphone Y-adapter
that I had once used with Jack to listen to "forbidden"
albums ("The First Family" and an album by Lenny Bruce are
still ingrained in my memory). I found a pair of studio
monitor headphones that I knew would impress Merry--I
preferred the lightness and the better sound reproduction of
the Senheisers--and hooked the studio monitors into the
Y-adapter as well. I had to turn the volume up a bit to
compensate for the dissipation of the signal.
I got back to work.
I heard Merry's knock, and invited her in. I put the
monitors on her, and showed her what I was doing.
"You mean, rock musicians can actually read music?"
Merry asked.
"Well, in reality, probably not very many of them," I
grinned.
Merry didn't interrupt me, but eventually got bored
watching me put what appeared to her to be useless circles
and lines on my score sheets. The only part that interested
her was when I put the words underneath the vocal notes. In
fact, the two of us had an argument on how the first two
words were to be spelled. She loved the first few lines of
the song. Merry was yawning after about an hour of this and
excused herself.
I finally managed to get the song completed. There was
more work to be done, like reducing the scores to individual
parts. I figured that I would be able to do some of that at
school, since it was merely copying what I had on one page
onto another, and traditionally, the first day of school
usually didn't entail much work, although I wasn't quite sure
what to expect for high school.
I looked at the time, it was close to midnight.
I finally turned off the record player, wondering how
much damage the diamond needle had done to the record with
all the excessive playing and shrugged. It was my record to
begin with, even if Merry had taken possession of it.
* * *
Patty arrived for my morning blow job, her morning back
rub, and breakfast. She told my parents that she'd be
staying over Kristen's starting that night, since her mother
was still away, and Kristen's family had offered her to stay
in one of the guest rooms.
In the car, Patty turned to me and said, "So, what do you
want Patricia doing today?"
Oh, damn! I had been so busy scoring the song last night
that I hadn't really thought of anything.
"Um... it's a surprise," I said, not untruthfully. If I
figured something out, it would be a surprise to me!
"Cool. Kris says she'll meet us here in the parking lot."
I smiled. I had a surprise in store for Kristen today.
Patty pulled into the school parking lot, and easily
spotted Kristen's red Camaro. Kristen was leaning against
the back of her car, talking to some other girl.
"Oh, fuck," Patty said. "That's Dale."
I had heard some things about Dale, none of them nice,
mostly from Kristen and Patrice.
By the time that Patty found a parking spot, Dale had
left, much to my relief. I had my bag of tickets in my
attaché case that I brought with me to school. I knew that I
shouldn't use them for revenge, but it comforted me to know
that I had them available.
Kristen's face lit up as she saw Patty and me walking
toward her. "Hi, Jim! Hi Patty!"
We all gathered in a three-way hug.
Kristen said, softly, "The cravings are still there, but
they're not getting worse."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"If I can go a week and they still don't get any worse,
then I can probably go any length of time. At least, that's
what I'm hoping."
I wasn't looking forward to not being with Kristen for a
whole week, but I reminded myself that Kristen had this
particular problem because of my bone-headed ideas. I forced
myself to smile. "That sounds... um... great, Kris."
Kris looked at me, and stifled a laugh. "You are a lousy
actor, Jim!" She hugged me closer, planting a kiss on my
lips.
"It's time to get to home room," Patty suggested. That
was where we'd get our official class schedules. We already
had a "preliminary" schedule sent to our houses, but things
usually got shuffled around at the last minute.
Kristen bid her good-byes, and kissed the two of us
quickly. I had Patty stay back a second.
"Patricia?" I said.
Patty's eyes beamed. "Yes, James?"
"You want something sexy, or embarrassing?"
"Um... how about a little of both?"
"OK," I grinned. I opened my attaché case and took out a
marker. "Here."
"What's this?"
"A magic marker. It's water soluble, so it will wash
off. Anyway, I want you to get a guy to autograph one of
your breasts."
"Huh?" Patty said.
"Too much for you?"
"I thought you'd... like in the mall..."
"Nah. Already done that. Just show me the signature
when you pick me up after school. Oh... I almost forgot. I
need to stay late today, about an hour. Do you think you
could find Kris and have her meet me in the music room at
3:45 today?"
"Exactly?"
"Yeah. You can't enter the room if the red light is on
outside. Just wait for the light to turn off after 3:45 and
you and Kris can come in."
"Sure thing. You really want somebody to autograph my
breast?"
I smiled. "Tell some guy you're doing it on a dare."
My first home room was a bit exciting, since it was my
first time having a real class in high school. The big topic
was, of course, the resignation of Tricky Dick ("I am NOT a
crook!") and possible repercussions about having our first
unelected president in office.
I had World History for first period, and it was
upstairs. The conversation about the recent happenings with
Watergate and stuff was still the hot topic for the first
half of that class. I don't remember exactly where in world
history we started after that; it has been a while, and
didn't seem as earth shaking to me at that time.
I know that I had music class for third period, followed
by lunch. Usually, with this kind of schedule, I would skip
lunch, and spend more time in the music room. But now I had
friends that might have fourth period lunch. I decided to do
my schedule straight for the first day.
In music class, the teacher started the task of getting a
bunch of students used to playing their instruments again,
usually after not having touched them in three months.
The music teacher, Mr. Proilet (his name is pronounced
"Pree-Lay"), saw me in class, and asked me how my summer had
been. I assured him that I had kept current on my trumpet,
but that I'd be willing to fill in on any instruments where
he might be short-staffed. He smiled at my offer, knowing
that I was quite versatile musically.
"I'd rather have you at first trumpet, first chair."
I groaned at this. The first chair was usually reserved
for seniors or at least juniors. And I know that there were
a few really good trumpet players in this year's class.
I looked around the room quickly, and noticed a certain
section was a bit short. "How about trombone?" I asked.
The teacher looked at me. "Are you up for it?"
I smiled. "Bass instruments are usually easier, and the
'bone is natural pitched instrument."
"How are you on the slide?"
"Almost as good as trumpet," I assured Mr. Proilet.
"Hmmm. How about second trombone? Bill, there, is a
killer on the slide, and Roger also wants to play first," my
teacher pointed out, referring to two seniors in the trombone
section. "We can use some more support on second trombone,
if you don't mind the lower position."
I grinned. I'd prefer to play second trombone, actually;
it would avoid resentment from the older students. "Second
it is."
The teacher shook his head. It wasn't every day that a
student would turn down the status of playing first chair.
"Um, Jim?"
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Mr. Thurd told me how you like to play new instruments,"
Mr. Proilet said.
"Yes?"
My music teacher walked into the instrument closet and
found an instrument case, coming back into the room and
handing it to me. "Here's something from the marching band.
It fingers like a trumpet and reads trombone music. We got a
few over the summer. Would you like to give it a try?"
I shrugged, never having touched the instrument. "I'd
like to add another instrument to my repertoire!" I grinned.
I opened the case and saw that the instrument looked like
a rather large trumpet, but aside from being twice as large,
it also had a bell the same size as that on a bass trombone.
I looked up, "Um, Mr. Proilet?"
"Yes, Jim? I need to start the class."
"I have a little music project... something for after
school. Could I spend the period copying a master to some
individuals?"
The teacher laughed. "Mr. Thurd had warned me about you.
You still need to practice the new instrument, too. Go ahead
and have fun."
I thanked the teacher, and gave the new instrument a
test. I quickly ran through a set of scales, and noticed
that it had the range of a standard trombone, without the
slide effect. I got the hang of it quickly, and then resumed
my music project to the accompaniment of the cacophony of a
bunch of students trying to turn noise into music. In a way,
the noise was soothing to me.
I was surprised to see Patty at lunch at fourth period,
and looked around. Kristen was nowhere to be found.
Patty saw me looking. "She has lunch during third. You
missed her walking out."
"I had music class, and was doing a special project."
Patty's eyes widened. "I remember you! You were in
'Annie Get Your Gun' last year!"
"Yeah. They imported me for piano and a couple of extra
parts last year." I didn't mention that I had been in the
two previous high school musicals as well.
"Must be cool to have all that talent. You know, Kristen
has a piano at her house."
"She does? How come I never noticed?"
"Because, when you're around Kris, you only notice Kris,
you Don Juan!"
One of the upper classmen from music joined us at the
table. His name was Toby something-or-other. He was in the
band, playing first trumpet, third chair.
"Um... Am I interrupting?" Toby said.
"No," I said. "Toby. This is Patty, a friend of mine."
"We've met," Patty said, but blinked her eyes demurely in
a move that could only have been copied from an expression
that I had seen Kristen do frequently.
"Yeah. We have math together," Toby said. He turned to
me, "I want to thank you for what you did in music today?"
"Huh?" I asked.
Toby's face was serious. "Taking second trombone instead
of first trumpet. I would have been kicked down to second
trumpet if you had taken it, and I've heard you play. You
really deserve it."
"It's nothing, really. The trombone section looked weak."
"Whatever. Thanks, anyway."
"Sure."
Patty watched this exchange, probably not understanding
any of it. "So, what do you think about Calculus?" she
asked Toby.
"Seems pretty easy," Toby said, grinning.
Patty shook her head. "I don't think I'll ever get it."
I watched Patty and Toby make small talk. Unlike when I
was with Patty and the girls, she did not draw me into this
conversation.
The two of them were transfixed with one another. I felt
a little awkward, and quietly got up and left. I don't think
either one of them noticed.
I wasn't jealous of Patty, and I actually kind of liked
Toby. I mean, he didn't have to search me out and thank me
for turning down first chair. He could have simply pretended
that he didn't know. The boy had dignity... and he seemed to
really like Patty.
I hoped that Patty had been able to get the message to
Kristen to meet me at 3:45. I had something planned, and was
getting everything down to the last minute. I had maybe ten
minutes of leeway, and if things started to go wrong, I'd
have to wait another day. I didn't want to wait.
School finally let out, and I met Mr. Proilet and asked
if I could use the music room for a practice. He didn't seem
to mind.
My friends from junior high all started to wander into
the music room. They were gossiping and chatting among
themselves, talking about their first day of school.
All of them were doing me a favor by staying after
school, and after about fifteen minutes, I had about ten guys
from last year's chorus, as well as five or six members of
the band, all milling about the music room.
I started handing out the music. I had waited until
after school when I was alone in the music room to actually
put the title of the song on the music sheets.
Everybody knew the song, and the chorus knew their part
without needing music sheets, but I wanted everything perfect.
I had borrowed Patty's new friend, Toby, to play trumpet.
There was another guy named Lou playing baritone sax. One of
the members of the chorus, Sam, was also in the string
section of the concert orchestra, and noticed that I hadn't
written a bass part.
"I don't know any bass players, or where I could get an
electric bass on short notice."
"I have a string bass in the orchestra room," Sam
replied, smiling. "If you have the chord sheets, I could
improvise a bass line." He left quickly to get his
instrument.
I didn't have a recording engineer, so I opted instead to
use a binaural mike setup above where my music focus would
be. I figured if I could move the string bass closer to the
mike, it might be heard amid the sounds of the other
instruments.
The musicians were practicing their parts. It was a
simple arrangement of a simple song, really.
Gerry, a senior that I knew only by reputation, walked in
with an electric guitar. We shook hands, and I showed him
the music. He grinned when he saw the title, and said that
he already played this song with his band... in the same key.
I watched Gerry connecting his amp and guitar, and I had
remembered something. "Gerry? Do you know Wendy Jones?"
Gerry looked up at me, surprised. "Yeah. I called her a
few days ago. Why?"
"Wendy's a friend of mine. I remember her telling me
about a boy that played guitar. I had thought it was you."
"You hang out with Wendy?" Gerry asked, impressed.
"She's a really nice babe."
"Yeah. I hang out with all her friends."
"She's friends with Kristen now," Gerry said.
"I know. Kristen's our guest of honor for this show,
actually."
Gerry looked thoughtful. "Is it true that Kristen's
changed? I mean, she doesn't hang out with her old crowd
anymore. And do you know Dale? I heard her bad mouthing
Kristen this morning. The two of them used to be tight."
"Yeah. Kristen's changed. For the better, I hope."
Gerry started tuning his guitar, and I left him alone.
I grinned and hoped for the best. It was 3:20, and I
only had time for one full rehearsal before the real thing.
I turned on the recorder, and then walked to the front.
I found Mr. Proilet's conductor's stick, and I started the
chorus chanting.
The song only took about three or four minutes, and it
worked without a hitch. The weakest part was Toby on
trumpet, but he was doing his level best to make this work.
After the song ended, I turned off the recorder and looked at
the V.U. meters. We had a few peaks that were a bit in the
red zone, so I moved the recording gain down about two
decibels.
I gave everybody the thumb's up, and told them to take
five.
My lead singer, Roy, came over to me. "You have a
pleasant voice, Jim. The timbre's of our voices match
nicely."
I nodded. "I don't have any fancy recording engineers,
and I wanted to double-track the vocals. The best way to do
that with this setup is to have you and I both be lead
singers. It's a good thing for me that the range on this
song is simple."
Roy shook his head. "Your voice is better than you
think," he said. "Most people just don't like hearing their
voices on a recording. But you get used to it. Continue
doing it. As I said, you have a nice voice, and I'm one to
know."
I thanked Roy, and Toby came up to me. "I think I got
the part nailed now. I was a bit shaky at the instrumental
part."
"Don't worry, Toby," I assured the trumpet player.
"You're doing really fine. We're not recording for the
radio!"
Toby grinned. "Patty and I have a date next Saturday."
I smiled. "That's great. She's a really nice person,
and so are you. I think the two of you will be great
together."
"Think so?" Toby asked. He looked just a bit uncertain.
"She's... um... different than most girls I know."
I shrugged. "All girls are different in their own way.
Patty will be here, you know. In about five minutes, in
fact."
Toby beamed. "Really?"
"Yup. So make it sound great for her!"
"You betcha!"
* * *
The musicians formed up, and I noticed that the chorus
had roughly doubled in size since the rehearsal. Apparently,
the word went out and people were begging to be a part of the
session. I hoped that neither Patty nor Kristen had gotten
word of it.
I explained everything to the newcomers, while keeping my
eye on the clock. The girls were due any minute...
I saw Toby's eyes light up, and I turned around to see my
two best friends walk into the music room uncertainly.
"Jim?" Patty said, not understanding why so many boys were
in one place after school.
"Patty, Kristen," I said, "Sit on those two chairs." I
pointed to the two chairs directly underneath the binaural
mike.
The two girls got themselves comfortable. I signaled to
Roy, the lead singer, to start the recording. He nodded,
turned on the recorder and went back to his mike.
I waved my baton, mouthing "1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4..."
The Chorus started chanting:
"Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga...
Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga..."
I closed my eyes, conducting from memory. I started
singing into the mike:
"I can't stop this feeling,
Deep inside of me...
Girl you just don't realize
What you do to me..."
I continued to sing, my eyes closed and conducting my
impromptu orchestra blindly (they were hit perfectly). I
really put everything I had into the song.
The instrumental sounded great... even Toby's trumpet.
I drove on, eager to see this song to its conclusion.
Finally, I managed to get to the end of the song...
"I'm high on believing,
That you're in love with me!
Yeah, I'm hooked on a feeling!"
The music stopped, and I kept my eyes closed. It seemed
to go all right, but I really hadn't been listening to the
entire mix, just trying to get my part done. How had it
actually gone? I had thought that lost my nervousness about
stepping on stage when I was in sixth grade, but right now I
really felt nervous, like a kid doing his first recital.
I opened my eyes, and Roy was standing by the recorder,
giving me the thumb's up signal. I felt a little better.
But what did my audience think?
With trepidation, I turned around, and saw Kristen
smiling at me, tears in her eyes.
Was I that bad? Roy had said I had a pleasant voice, but
maybe he was just being nice...
"That was so sweet!" Kristen said, rushing up to me.
She liked it?
Kristen rushed up and kissed me deeply in front of the
entire chorus and band. As we broke it off, I heard a
smattering of applause. A few of the chorus had started
chanting the "Ouga Chaka" part again, laughing among
themselves.
Patty was over by the musicians, talking with Toby.
Roy came over and handed me the two master cassettes from
the recorder. I presented one of them to Kristen and said,
"For you, my little blonde Goddess!"
I introduced Kristen and Roy, and they exchanged
pleasantries. Kristen noticed how much Roy's voice sounded
like mine and commented on it.
"Tell that to Jim," Roy grinned. "He thinks my voice
sounds great, but he doesn't think his measures up!"
Kristen kissed me again.
Gerry, the guitar player, congratulated me on a great
set, and asked me if he could use my arrangement for his
band. I shrugged and gave him my master copy, asking him to
just copy it and return it to me. I wanted to keep it as a
souvenir of my "back to school" present for Kristen. Gerry
didn't seem to have a problem with that.
* * *
Kristen drove me from school, stopping by Lake Shore
Point for a quick make-out session. We weren't alone, and
Kristen was careful not to allow our passions to overflow.
She was still trying to determine if she could handle the
cravings that I had imposed upon her.
We then stopped at Kristen's house, where I saw Patty's
car was already parked. We went into the main house, and I
once again met Kristen's parents.
Patty came into the living room where we were and said
"Hi."
Kristen hugged Patty and asked, "Who was that you were
talking to in the band?"
"His name's Toby," Patty answered. "Jim introduced us."
I nodded. "He seems to like Patty. He's a really decent
guy. He works hard at playing trumpet."
Patty beamed. "Toby had a lot of nice things to say
about you, too. How you kept him from getting demoted in the
trumpet section..."
"It's not demoted, but you got the basics. But I didn't
do it for him. The trombone section looked weak."
Kristen beamed at me. "Such a gracious gentleman."
"How was your first day back to school?" Kristen's
mother asked.
"Great," Kristen answered. "Jim, here, seems to be
multi-talented in the music department. He made this
recording for me today." Kristen held up her cassette.
"You're a musician?" Kristen's mom asked.
"I play a bit," I squirmed, disliking this kind of
attention.
"Mom... he arranged an entire score, and got a bunch of
guys from school to make a recording. All on the first day
of school!"
"Really?" Mrs. Swift said, impressed. "We have a piano
in the parlor, you know."
"Mom," Kristen said, rolling her eyes. "He doesn't want
to entertain during your parties!"
Patty and I laughed at this. I doubted that Kristen's
mother actually had such a design on me.
The three of us excused ourselves and went into Kristen's
play room. I needed to get back before six for dinner.
Kristen gave me a tender kiss, and pulled Patty in to
make it a three-way. She was shivering.
"What's wrong?" I asked Kristen.
"Dale's starting rumors," Kristen said. "Talking about
me, Patrice, and the rest of us. She actually had the nerve
to ask me to pay her $250 in order to prevent the rumors from
running rampant."
Patty nodded. "I heard some of them already. She was
with you at your car before school, wasn't she?"
"Yeah," Kristen said. "If it wasn't for you two and the
others, I don't know what I would have done."
"Too bad you have third period lunch," I said. "Patty
and I share lunch the next period."
"Yeah. I saw Patty in between periods. She invited me
to the music room." Kristen changed the subject. "Jim...
that was the sweetest thing. How'd you know I liked that
song?"
"I didn't," I admitted. "But I felt it appropriate. I
mean, who's addicted to who?"
"That's, 'to whom,'" Patty pointed out.
"Yes, Mother," I said.
The two girls laughed at my expense.
"You're still sweet," Kristen said. "I'm working on a
surprise for you, but you'll have to wait. OK?"
"Sure," I said, kissing Kristen again.
Patty offered to drive me home, surprising Kristen.
Patty was insistent, though.
I accepted, and we left at about five thirty.
Once in the car, Patty said, "Jim, you have no idea how
much that song meant to Kris. She really had a bad day
today, and you completely turned it around for her."
"I didn't know about her day until we were in the play
room," I pointed out. "I got the idea when I was watching
the ladies model dresses at Martin's."
"Well, you're definitely the best thing that ever
happened to Kristen. Just remember she's fragile. She can
break into a million tiny pieces. Be careful with her."
I nodded. I wouldn't want to knowingly harm Kristen
again in a million years.
Patty turned into an empty road. "I have something to
show you."
I wondered what Patty was up to. She turned to me, and
pulled up her blouse along with one of the cups of her bra.
On the top of her breast was a signature: Toby.
I moved over and kissed Patty. "That's great, Patty.
Must have taken some courage!"
Patty just nodded and started the car up again. She
drove me home, and kissed me on the cheek as I left the
vehicle.
Merry met me at the door. "How'd your surprise go, Jim?"
"Better than I had ever hoped, Shortcake!"
I picked up my step-sister and planted a wet kiss on her
cheek. "Thanks for the help last night."
Merry blushed and squirmed out of my grip. She grabbed
the cassette from my hands and ran into her room to play it.
I made a mental note to make sure that I got the tape back
from her; it was very special to me.
* * *
Patty met me again the next morning, and we had our
mutual make-out session. I was really missing Kristen. It
wasn't that Patty was a poor substitute for my little blonde
Goddess, but Patty and I weren't really in love, and it
seemed to make a big difference to me.
I found myself fantasizing that I was with Kristen, now
that Patty's technique was becoming more and more similar to
Kristen's, but I realized that this wasn't completely fair to
Patty.
To compensate, I tried to put my full enthusiasm into
Patty's back rubs, and Patty would squirm and moan in
appreciation.
"Every girl should have a back rub like this before
having to go to school," Patty commented.
We found Kristen's car at school, but Kristen wasn't
anywhere near it.
I didn't see Kristen at all until fourth period. I did
notice some members of the chorus in the hallway chanting
"Ouga Chaka," occasionally, especially when they noticed me.
I hoped that those two words didn't become a nickname for me
in the future.
Patty and Toby were already sitting together at lunch,
talking animatedly. Patty caught my eye and signaled me to
sit across the table from Toby and her.
I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't sitting next to
Patty, but I knew that it wasn't my place to be intruding on
her love life.
I was shocked when Patty smiled at something behind me
and noticed Kristen walking toward me, smiling, with a tray
in her hand.
"Kristen! You're here!" I said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah," Kristen grinned. "They are still making minor
schedule changes. And when your daddy is the one that
donated the new scoreboard on the football field, you can get
some minor adjustments to things a bit easier."
"That's great. We'll have lunch together all semester!"
I felt great being able to sit next to Kristen. She was
smiling, something I figured she didn't do very much the
previous day.
"Where were you this morning?" I asked Kristen. "Patty
and I looked all over for you."
Kristen looked at me, "Have you seen Dale today?"
Up until yesterday, I didn't even know what Dale looked
like. "No..."
Kristen smiled. "You probably won't."
I tried to get more information out of Kristen, but she
was adamant about not talking.
It was amazing. Kristen was the one girl that I knew
that could actually keep a secret. First, she was cooking up
a surprise for me with Patty, and not giving me any kind of
clue what she had planned. Next, this strange thing about
Dale? What had happened there? Did Kristen put Dale into
the hospital?
I changed the subject, not wanting to press Kristen any
further. Maybe I could find out if I spent some private time
with her, if she felt she could trust me.
Lunch went pretty fast; too fast for me. Time just
seemed to fly when Kristen and I were together. We had
completely forgotten about Patty and Toby, but they were off
on their own little world themselves.
At the end of the day, Kristen was waiting by her Camaro.
I noticed Patty's car leaving, Toby on the passenger side.
I was feeling happy for Patty. Just a month ago, Patty
thought that she'd live the life of a hermit. And now she
was confidant enough to be going out on a date in two days.
I much preferred to drive with Kristen, anyway. Her red
Camaro was really bitchin' and turned heads as she drove
past, and I luxuriated in the afterglow.
Kristen drove me straight home, saying that she had some
stuff to take care of at home. I was very disappointed,
since I hadn't been spending a lot of time with her.
At home, Merry had a disappointed look on her face.
"Kristen left and took the Camaro!"
"She'll be around again," I promised Merry.
At dinner, my mom asked me what I was going to do for my
birthday. It was next week. I originally had planned to go
to the movies with Jack. Then, after discovering my lucky
tickets, I thought maybe I'd do a special "Wednesday Night"
with the girls, something I'd never tell my mother about.
Now, I was undecided. I didn't know if Kristen even knew
my birthday was next week, and I didn't want to tell her.
I'd only be a year younger than her, at least for the moment,
and I wanted it to be a surprise.
I realized that I hadn't answered my mother. "I don't
know. Maybe watch a movie or something."
"Doesn't sound all that exciting," my mother said.
I shrugged. "Parties are overrated, Mom. Boys don't
have them at my age."
My mother looked at me and shrugged.
Mercifully, the subject changed.
* * *
The next morning, I received my morning suckle from
Patty. I knew that I was going to miss that gentle sucking
action that she used due to her love of the taste of my cock,
but Monday night would be the last time she'd be feeling that
effect. Kristen's obvious jealousy of me giving Patty a
"taste" of Kristen's "punishment" had made me make a vow that
I would never allow Patty to feel that way about my penis
again. I knew that I would definitely miss that gentle,
loving, sucking action, but Kristen was more important to me
than that.
I repaid Patty by treating her to an extra workout with
her body massage. I massaged both the front and back, but
never went close to her crotch. Again, I wanted my next time
to be with Kristen.
At school, Kristen met the two of us in the school
parking lot. We kissed, briefly, before heading to our
respective classes.
At third period, Mr. Proilet found me before class. He
fished around his drawer, pulling out a battery operated
cassette deck. "Can you explain about this?" He pressed the
PLAY button, and I heard the hiss of tape noise. It wasn't a
good quality tape.
"Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga..."
Oh my god! Where did Mr. Proilet get a copy of that
tape? I realized from the fact that the rehearsal didn't
have as full a chant at the start (due to the larger chorus
that had assembled later) that this was almost definitely the
rehearsal of the special session that I had set up for
Kristen. I had somehow forgotten to get those tapes.
My teacher smiled and pressed the STOP button, and then
pressed REWIND. "Sound familiar?"
"Yeah," I said sheepishly. "I made it here Wednesday
afternoon."
"I see. That was your little project, huh? Who did the
arrangement?"
"I did. I wrote the conductor's score the previous
night, and transcribed the individual parts during music
class..."
My teacher interrupted me. "You're telling me you
arranged this, and set up this recording in less than
twenty-four hours?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "But you're only listening to the
rehearsal, and it sounds like a copy of a copy at best." I
went fishing in my attaché case, and found my copy of the
final master. "Here..." I gave Mr. Proilet the second
master copy of the actual session. "This one sounds better."
Without a word, Mr. Proilet popped out his cassette and
put in mine.
"Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga..."
I clenched my eyes. I hadn't yet gotten up the nerve to
actually listen to the tape. Everybody in the band room
quieted down as the tape played. Some people pointed at me,
a few of them having attended the actual recording.
God! I hate hearing my voice on tape! Roy was right
about that, but I really thought my voice stank. It sounded
a bit too high to be my voice. There was no way that anybody
would confuse my voice with Blue Swede's.
I watched my teacher shake his head. "You're quite
talented, boy. Mr. Thurd said you were good, but he didn't
mention your ability to compose..."
"I didn't compose anything!" I protested. "I just
listened to the record..."
My teacher wasn't hearing it. "I know professional
musicians that can't do as good a job with the people you had
access to in such a short period of time! I know that I'll
have difficulty getting this group of students playing well
enough for the Christmas concert."
"You think it's good?"
"I think it's great!" Mr. Proilet said. "How many
tracks did you lay down for the final mix?"
"Two stereo. I didn't know anybody that could handle a
sound board, so I used the binaural mikes. I put the unit on
the shelf up behind where the conductor stands."
The two of us turned to see the shelf I was referring to.
"You seem to be able to do quite well given the
limitations you had to work with."
I was getting very embarrassed by the teacher's praise.
I noticed that the entire class seemed to be listening to the
exchange. I just shrugged.
"Would you like to do more stuff like that?"
"Really?" I asked.
"Sure. And I know some seniors that can handle the
electronics for you. How does next Wednesday sound? After
school?"
Next Wednesday was my birthday. I wasn't sure if I
wanted to start something like that on that day. After all,
I might still want to go out to a movie or something. "How
about Thursday? I might be busy on Wednesday."
The teacher grinned. "Thursday after school it is."
I shrugged.
"You can find your instrument now, Mr. Crittenhouse," Mr.
Proilet said, grinning.
* * *
At lunch, I told Kristen about next Thursday, and she
seemed very happy for me. "That tape you gave me was
wonderful. I listen to it every night, while I look at that
picture. I know you're singing to me."
"Picture?" I asked, confused.
"The one taken when you were punishing me. I... I look
at it every day. It makes me... you know... And now I listen
to your tape when I look at it. It's almost as if you are
there with me, and I imagine we're together..."
"Oh," I said, quietly. I had thought I removed that
compulsion from her, but now I remembered that you couldn't
completely cancel the effects of the tickets.
Kristen changed the subject. "How's your weekend shaping
up?"
"Well, Patty has a date tomorrow afternoon," I told
Kristen. "I think she's falling for Toby. If she does..."
I let the thought drop.
"Then you will start having lonely mornings, huh?"
"Yeah," I said. "I was sort of getting used to them."
Kristen smirked, "Oh, I might be able to help you with
that."
"But your addiction...!"
Kristen shook her head. "It will probably be around
whether or not we do things together. But you seem to enjoy
me, and I know that I enjoy being with you. I don't mind!"
"I'd feel very funny if Patty comes over tomorrow
morning, Kris."
"Why?"
"She has a date. I don't think it's... proper..."
"You don't mind her doing you before we go out on a date,
Jim."
I had no response to that.
Kristen smiled. "You're going to miss Patty, aren't you?"
"Um... yeah..." I didn't know exactly how to answer her
question.
"Well," Kristen said, "Patty's not going anywhere. I
know she enjoys you as much as you enjoy her."
"I think I need to think about this."
Kristen looked around. The cafeteria was crowded. "Hey?
You know any place around here where we could be... you
know... private?"
My music teacher had given me full run of the music room,
and I also knew it was unoccupied during fourth period.
"Yeah. Come with me."
I led Kristen to the music room, and after entering it, I
turned on the red light. That was a "DO NOT ENTER" light
that indicated that a rehearsal or recording was happening.
Students and faculty alike abide by it instinctively.
The floor was dusty, and I wasn't completely sure what
Kristen had planned.
Kristen wasted no time. She pulled me into a deep kiss,
and then whispered to me. "Touch me. Pull my dress up and
touch me through my panties."
I did so. I had missed touching Kristen like this so
much.
Kristen rubbed me as well, through my jeans. It wasn't
as exciting as bare skin contact, but I had no complaints.
In about ten minutes, the bell indicating the end of the
period went off. We disentangled from each other, neither
one of us having yet achieved release.
I had a bit of difficulty making it to my next period,
but I managed. I could only imagine how Kristen felt; while
we were kissing, I could almost feel her craving for me. It
seemed a lot stronger than she had been letting on.
I met Kristen at the end of the day. We saw Patty and
Toby walking, holding hands. I turned to Kristen. "Do you
think Toby will want to be a member of our little group?"
Kristen thought about it. "I think we should let Patty
decide if he's the right kind of person, huh?"
I nodded. That seemed like a smart course. "Yeah."
Kristen drove me to her house, and dragged me straight to
her play room. She lay down on the plush carpet, and pulled
me on top of her.
We dry humped for about an hour. Again, the clothing
between us prevented us from maximizing our pleasure, but we
found ourselves just reveling in the feeling of our bodies
close to touching each other.
I rolled Kristen over, and straddled her ass. I started
giving her one of my best back rubs, combining the relaxing
rubs that Patty so liked with the more intimacy that Kristen
and I shared.
After about a half hour, I noticed that Kristen had
stopped moving. Carefully, I moved off from on top of her,
and looked closer.
Kristen was blissfully asleep, her cravings for me
mercifully gone, at least for the moment. She woke up an
hour or so later and took me home.
* * *
I slept like a baby that night, the make-out session
between Kristen and me having relieved the tensions that I
didn't realize that I had been feeling over the past week
without Kristen's closeness.
Patty woke me up with her gentle sucking, once again
reminding me about Kristen's wonderful technique. I felt a
bit of a pang, knowing that Patty would be going out on a
date with Toby later on. The pang wasn't of jealousy, but a
sadness that Patty's time with me would eventually end.
I excused myself to relieve the biological pressure that
my kidneys had accumulated during the night, promising Patty
a back rub upon my return. I noticed Patty getting dressed
and I shrugged. Occasionally, Patty liked back rubs skin to
skin, but sometimes she dressed herself.
I came back to my room to find not only Patty on my bed,
but Merry was lying next to her.
I smiled, thinking Patty was pretty smart to have gotten
dressed before Merry arrived. I started giving Patty a back
rub.
"Good morning, Shortcake. What are you doing in here?"
"I saw you give Patty a back rub at Kristen's," Merry
explained. "It looked like fun. I asked Patty yesterday
morning if I could join her today, and she said yes."
"OK. But just this once," I said, not wanting Merry to
get into the habit of jumping into bed with me.
Merry grinned.
I did some of my best work that morning.
Both girls looked completely refreshed as they headed
downstairs for breakfast.
My mother said, "Good morning, Patty. How is your aunt
doing?"
Patty lowered her eyes. "She's not doing very well. My
mother is doing her best, but with her being away, the bills
may start to pile up. I may just have to look for a job to
help her make ends meet."
"Oh, dear," my mother said. "If I see any jobs, I'll be
sure to let you know."
"Thanks, Mrs. Cummings," Patty said.
That put a damper on the conversation. I tried to change
the subject. "You have a date with Toby today, right?"
Patty visibly brightened, "Yeah. We're going to
Vaughn's, near the mall."
My mother nodded.
I smiled, having been there with Kristen and the girls.
Merry said, "Are you gonna order that Belly Buster
thingie?"
Patty laughed. "Not on a date, silly. You don't want a
boy friend to think you'll eat him out of house and home."
"And what are your plans, Jim?" my mother asked.
"Patty's driving me to Kristen's. We're just going to
hang out, I think."
My mother nodded.
Merry piped up. "Will you be going swimming? Kristen
has a bitchin'... I mean, really neat pool."
My mother's ears pricked up when Merry used the "B" word,
but Merry's expression was one of pure excitement, and she
forgave the youngster without saying anything. "Now, Merry.
You don't want to be a pest to Kristen and Jim."
"Oh, mom," I protested. "Merry's hardly ever a pest. At
least anymore." I smiled at my step-sister, who looked just
a bit insulted at the "anymore" remark. "Patty will be
around until the afternoon. There's no reason we can't
invite Merry, but I'll call Kristen."
Patty interrupted. "No need to call, Jim."
"Huh?"
"Kristen already invited her, knowing how much she
enjoyed herself last weekend."
"Oh," I said. "I wasn't told."
Patty grinned. "Everybody seemed to have such a great
time last weekend, that Kris wanted to do it again. You
can't blame her for that."
I found myself grinning. "No. I can't."
Turning to my mother, I asked, "You don't mind if Merry
joins us?"
My mother said, "Well, if she's invited..."
Patty said, "Indeed. Merry's quite adorable, Mrs.
Cummings."
Merry blushed, but beamed at the compliment. Without
even asking for permission, she bolted from the table to go
upstairs and get a bathing suit and towel.
The three of us giggled at Merry's youthful vigor.
"Are you sure she's not going to be a problem?" my
mother asked.
"Nah," I said, agreeing with Patty. "Everybody loves
her. And Merry loves the hot tub."
My mother smiled. "OK. Don't keep her out too late."
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