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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 16
Patty drove Merry and me to Kristen's house. After we we
got to the main entrance to the house, however, Merry
realized she had forgotten her satchel with her beach stuff.
"Jim! Can you get it for me?"
"Shortcake," I reminded Merry. "You don't need it.
Kristen has plenty of towels!"
Merry pouted, and I finally relented. Patty told me
she'd take Merry into the Solarium. I briefly wondered why
my step-sister didn't get it herself, but shrugged and turned
around anyway.
It was a good thing that Patty left the doors to her car
unlocked. I found Merry's bag in the back seat. I noticed
it was surprisingly heavy as I picked it up. I shrugged,
wondering it was that made girls so adamant about packing so
much.
I knew my way around Kristen's house. As I turned into
the Solarium, I was surprised to see it was dark. I looked
up, and even the ceiling was dark; Kristen's family must have
had some sort of shutter apparatus. I was confused; I had
thought that this was the room where the girls were going.
I was about to turn back and maybe call out to Billy to
locate Kristen, when I heard some movement to my right.
All of a sudden, lights flashed on, and I heard the whir
of motors as the covering over the ceiling was removed. I
was greeted by a mass of naked female flesh, with Kristen in
the center, holding an unlit birthday cake.
"SURPRISE!" everybody shouted.
"Happy Sweet Sixteen!" Camille yelled, causing most of
the girls to giggle.
I looked at the satchel that I was carrying, and saw that
Merry had a very satisfied look on her face, knowing that she
had fooled her older step-brother. If I didn't love that
little Shortcake before, I loved her now.
It seems that everybody was in on the surprise party,
except me.
As I stood there, gawking, with my back to the pool,
Patrice approached me. "Happy Birthday, Jim. I hope you
don't mind that I told everybody that next Wednesday was your
birthday."
I looked at Patrice. She had remembered that?
Patty came over and nodded, "I knew it was next week
sometime, but never was able to talk to your mother alone
before Patrice told Kris the date."
Patrice continued to walk toward me. "I know that I
don't deserve to be the first one to kiss you..."
I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss anyway.
Instead, I felt hands on my chest, and felt myself losing
my balance...
SPLASH! I had landed in the pool, completely soaking my
clothes!
I sputtered, looking up, seeing Patty and Patrice looking
down at me with self-satisfied grins on their faces.
My beloved Kristen moved between the two girls. And
offered her hand to me. I reached up and pulled Kristen in.
Kristen landed nearly on top of me. She quickly
recovered, and squirmed around so she was face to face over
me.
"Here's your first birthday kiss, Jim." Kristen gave me
one of her "erection specials." I could smell Kristen's
unique perfume scent, even over the chlorine, and I must have
made her butt rise six inches as blood rushed through my cock.
We broke the kiss, trying to keep it "PG" rated due to
Merry's presence.
I held my little blonde Goddess. "You can kiss me like
that anytime," I told her.
Kristen swam, partially dragging my waterlogged body into
the shallow end. As I stood up, my clothes hung heavily on
me.
"Better get rid of those clothes before the chlorine
bleaches them irreparably," Kristen suggested.
I did so, placing them at a pile outside the pool.
Kristen climbed out of the pool, and took my clothes into
one of the changing rooms. I remembered that the changing
rooms had vanities, and figured that Kristen was in the
process of rinsing the chlorine from my clothing.
I climbed up the stairs and exited the pool. The girls
were aligned in a straight line, with Patrice in front facing
me.
Patrice said, "Sorry about dunking you, but we had to do
something special for you. Now that Kristen has broken you
in, I'm here to give you your SECOND Sweet Sixteen kiss."
I waited while Patrice walked up to me. She wrapped her
arms around me and kissed me. It wasn't as sensual as the
kiss that Kristen and I had shared, but it was a friendly one
nonetheless.
Patty was next, giving me an enthusiastic kiss. Wendy
kissed me, rubbing her huge knockers against my chest to my
enjoyment. Camille kissed me, grabbing my penis. "We have
unfinished business, Jim," Camille promised me, quietly.
Last was Merry. I bowed down and let Shortcake wrap her
arms around my neck. She gave me a quick kiss, and she said,
"Happy birthday, Jim!"
"Thank you, Shortcake," I said. "And that was a neat
trick, forgetting your satchel, huh?"
"Yeah," she blushed. "I kept a secret, huh?"
"That you did."
Kristen came out of the changing room, and told me that
my clothes would be as good as new in a couple of hours.
I asked Kristen how long she had this party planned.
Kristen explained, "Patty wanted to have another pool
party, seeing how she missed most of the last one. That was
Sunday."
Patty continued, "On Monday, on the way to your house, I
remembered that you had a birthday coming up, but didn't know
the date but that it was next week. Kris and I decided that
this weekend would be a perfect time for a party."
Patrice picked up the story. "Kristen told me about the
party on Tuesday when she picked me up to go to Wendy's. I
filled her in on the date. Everybody was surprised that I
knew it."
Patrice had a big smile on her face.
Kristen gave me a knowing look, and quietly said. "That
was my big secret. I hope you aren't disappointed."
"I love it, Kris!" I assured her.
"Are we gonna eat cake or go in the hot tub?" Merry
asked.
"HOT TUB!" just about everybody yelled.
I think we were going to test the limit of that hot tub
today.
I sat down next to Kristen, who was sitting on her
favorite spot, with the water jet strategically placed.
I saw that Patrice avoided a similar spot that she
discovered the previous weekend. Camille simply shrugged and
took that magical spot herself.
"That water's really nice," Merry said, sitting on the
steps once again.
Suddenly, I felt Kristen pull me into a kiss. I felt her
use my mouth and tongue as a muffler as the hot tub jet
worked its magic on her. I found myself getting instantly
erect, knowing Kristen was having such a great experience.
Camille had moved off her jet, switching places with
Wendy. Wendy's eyes went wide as she realized that the jet
was stronger than she had anticipated, but she didn't move
from that spot.
I felt Kristen's hand encircle my cock, and she rubbed it
a few times, keeping me excited but not pushing me too far
over the edge.
I wondered if Kristen was going to give in to her craving
for me today. If not, I could probably get relief from
Patty, who had Kristen's implicit permission to do so.
There was also Camille, but I didn't know how Kristen
would feel about me and her getting together. I figured that
today probably wouldn't be the day I'd find out.
Kristen pulled me into another kiss, as another minor
orgasm washed over her.
Merry watched Kristen and me and said, "My, you two are
really affectionate."
Patrice thought that this was really funny, having
discovered that Kristen had been sitting on a jet the
previous week.
I just smiled at my step-sister.
Wendy looked a bit out of breath. Had she just orgasmed?
Patty swam over to where Wendy was, and Wendy rolled away
from the jet willingly.
Patty sat down and stared right at me as she let the hot
tub's jet send its watery fingers to caress her crotch.
Kristen's third orgasm was signaled by her hand suddenly
tightening around my cock, a bit too tightly for me, but I
didn't complain. I looked at Kristen and saw that her eyes
were glazed.
All in all, each of the girls, except Patrice and Merry,
had experienced the magic of the water jets. I think that
Patty had two minor orgasms. My little blonde Goddess had
quite a few herself.
From the hot tub, we all dove into the larger pool, its
cooler water being a welcome respite from the hot water.
Wendy and Camille were throwing a beach ball, and Merry moved
over to the shallow end to join them. Kristen, Patty and I
stayed in the deep end. Patrice couldn't decide where to go,
and finally headed for the shallow end.
Kristen had a weird expression on her face. She was just
hanging onto the side of the pool, about a foot away from the
ladder.
"I'm hungry," Kristen said quietly.
"Want me to start the grill?" I asked, thinking it might
be a bit early for lunch.
Kristen rolled her eyes.
Patty laughed and said, "Jim, for such a wonderful and
understanding guy, you can be a little obtuse. Kristen is
looking for a hot sausage."
I didn't understand until Kristen grabbed me between the
legs. Oh! THAT sausage!
Patty said, "Why don't you two make yourselves scarce?
I'll cover for you."
Kristen looked at me, pleading with her eyes. I nodded
in return, and the two of us ascended the ladder, and I
turned away from the shallow end quickly to hide the tower of
flesh that had appeared between my legs.
We grabbed some towels, and Kristen led me through her
house into her bedroom. I was worried about tracking water
through the house, but Kristen didn't seem to care.
Once inside her room, Kristen looked upward and said,
"Billy! Do not disturb. Sixty minutes. Announce your
return."
"Ten four, Miss." The intercom clicked off.
Kristen eyed my cock hungrily. "I've been waiting nearly
a week for this."
"How's the cravings?"
"I can handle them. They seem to get stronger and
stronger for about two days. Then it doesn't get any
stronger. At least, it hasn't for the last four days. It's
sometimes distracting, especially if you're around. But
nothing I can't handle."
I nodded.
Kristen pulled me to her and kissed me. It was gentle,
sensual, seductive, and lovely. I hugged her body to mine,
and my cock nuzzled her belly above her crotch.
"I want to give you my present. Right now. Fuck me."
I was taken aback. I had known that some day we'd do it,
but the reality of the situation actually happening still
came as a surprise. "Kristen... I don't think..."
Kristen looked at me sharply. "Don't think. Do it."
There was something in her voice that commanded
authority. I recognized it, since I tended to use that same
tone of voice with "Patricia."
I shook my head. I hadn't decided how or when I wanted
to lose my virginity, and now somebody--yes, somebody
special--but somebody was deciding this for me. This was not
the way I wanted it!
Kristen saw my reaction, and her own reaction was
immediate. "Get the fuck out of here, Jim. Leave here and
never come back!"
"But Kris...!"
"Don't ever call me that again. Get the fuck out of
here!"
There was no talking with her. She had made her mind up.
Had I really fucked up?
I walked out of Kristen's room in a daze, not knowing
where to go.
Patty eventually found me wandering the halls. "Jim!
What did you do?"
"I think I fucked up, but I'm not sure how," I said,
still stunned that Kristen would throw me out like that.
"Come in here," Patty said, leading me into one of the
guest rooms. It had some stuff on the dressers, unlike the
last time I had seen it and I realized that it was Patty's
temporary living quarters.
Patty handed me a package. "Your other clothes are still
wet," she told me.
Curious, I opened the package. In it was a pair of light
brown slacks and a darker brown shirt.
"That was one of Kristen's presents to you. Actually,
from her father, since you never spent the hundred dollars he
gave to all of us."
"Huh?"
"Kristen called me from her room, Jim," Patty said.
"She's pissed at you. She wants you to leave here and never
come back."
"You're kidding!" I said, still not believing this.
Patty shook her head. "I told you she was fragile. I
think I know what you did, and I even know why you turned her
down. But you didn't think of her, Jim."
I was really being sent away? Kristen? My beautiful
blonde Goddess? What did I do?
Patty said I turned Kristen down. Well, that was true,
but Kristen didn't even bother to listen to my reasons. I
loved that girl! Didn't she know it?
I pulled the new slacks on without any shorts. It felt
funny, but I was in too much of a state of shock to think
about it at the time.
Patty handed me the shirt.
I refused it. "No, Patty. I'm wearing this only to be
decent. Can you take me and Merry home? Please?"
Patty had tears in her eyes, something that I was
personally trying to hold back myself.
"Jim? Can I try to talk with Kristen? I know how she
feels, and I know how you feel. Maybe she'll listen to me."
"Why? She threw me out!"
"Jim, this is serious! If you leave here today, you will
never be able to venture into this house again. You'll be
Persona Non Grata. Her family will never let you get near
her. And her father will be able to get a court order for
you to stay away from her at least five hundred yards! What
do you think happened to Dale?"
Huh? Could Kristen do that? I didn't need Patty to
answer that. Kristen, and her family, could very well do
that.
Patty saw the horror in my face. "Please, let me talk
with her."
Patty left her room.
I was left in a room, not knowing exactly what I had done
wrong. I mean, if a girl demands to be fucked, and a guy
refuses, shouldn't the girl at least listen to the guy's
reasons?
What if the situation was reversed? What if I demanded
that Kristen fuck me, and threw her out of my life if she
refused? Wouldn't that make me a heartless beast? Why was
it different for girls?
I realized that once again, I was in a funk at Kristen's
home during a party. This was starting to become a habit.
Just a week ago, she promised to love me... even to marry me
if I asked her. And now she was throwing me out like
yesterday's trash.
Patty had warned that Kristen's ego was fragile, but did
this excuse her for this kind of behavior?
I had a few people tell me a week or so ago that they
never wanted to piss me off. I was thinking that even
without tickets, Kristen was somebody you didn't want to piss
off, either. I was dealing with a totally different power,
one that Kristen had an entire life to deal with.
Patty came back. "Jim, it's bad. Kris is afraid that if
she sees you again, you will give her a ticket and fuck with
her mind again. I told you a while back that she was close
to a nervous breakdown, and she may have gone over the edge."
"But what did I do, Patty?"
"You loved her, Jim. That's what you did."
"Huh?"
"You were her first friend," Patty said, shaking her
head. "You made her fall in love with you, and you pledged
your love in return."
"And this makes me a monster?"
"I've warned you that she's not completely stable after
what we did to her at Wendy's house," Patty said. I noticed
that she had used the pronoun "we" including herself as one
of the perpetrators. "I should have seen it when I found out
about Dale. Kristen NEVER wielded that kind of power before.
But now she's used her father to punish a girl, and to change
her class schedule to suit her. And it's all due to us!"
"Due to us?" I asked. "What the fuck did we do?"
Patty sighed. "You... we... showed her what unbridled
power could do... how it could be used to extract revenge.
Kristen told me the day we took her to Vaughn's that she had
always been afraid of having her parents fight her battles
for her, but I guess when you showed her that you could use
tickets to do really despicable things to her, she
rationalized that it was all right for her to do the same in
her own way."
"Those damned tickets again!"
Patty was in tears. "I didn't see it coming, Jim. Maybe
it's my fault. Please don't leave. You can't use your
tickets now, but you need to bring her back to normal. You
love her too much to let her destroy her life--and
yours!--like this."
Patty and I held each other, not quite hugging, but we
were both sobbing. We needed each other's strength. And...
we both loved Kristen.
Finally, I realized that I really did love Kristen. I
didn't know if Patty's analysis was exactly on the mark, I
knew that Patty was pretty certain, and I had to admit that
it fit everything that I had seen and experienced with
Kristen. If I truly loved Kristen, I'd try to help, even if
she called the police on me and put me in jail.
This was a situation that I had to play by ear. I
sometimes worked very well that way, especially when my
adrenaline was pumping, as it was now. I was able to win my
mother over--on two separate occasions--and I was able to
work my wrath via my tickets against Patrice and Kristen on
separate occasions, although I wasn't particularly proud of
those times. But none of those situations had really been
preplanned.
I felt that I needed to get an angle to bring Kristen
around. But what did I have?
Kristen loved me. I knew that instinctively, and it
wasn't entirely due to her addiction to me. There was
something deeper. Her tears before weren't from frustration
but from that deeper something.
However, I instinctively knew that using her love for me
against her would be a severe mistake.
I knew that Kristen was lonely. I had spent the last
week or so trying to bring her out of her shell. Again, that
wasn't something that I could use against her. And that also
meant that I wouldn't be able to use any of her new friends
against her either.
I realized that maybe I was thinking this wrong. Why use
anything against her?
I loved Kristen, and I know that Kristen loved me. She
was fragile, as Patty had said. But instead of using her
love for me against her, maybe I'd just show her how much we
loved one another, and maybe let her figure it out.
Patty saw something in my face and said, "What are you
thinking? I get scared when I see that expression in your
face, Jim."
"I'm going to tell Kristen how much I love her. I will
have to prove my love for her, somehow. And I will bring her
back. If not, I'm gone, and it will be your job. She loves
you, too, Patty."
Patty stared at me, realizing that I was indeed going for
broke. She knew, as well as I did now, that if I did
anything slightly incorrect, I'd be out of the house and
could even end up flat on my ass in a prison cell before I
could blink twice.
I steeled all my courage, and left Patty's room, walking
down past Kristen's brother's room and stood facing Kristen's
door.
I knocked on the door, hoping that I didn't fuck up.
"Patty, I don't want to talk about it," Kristen's voice
said. I could tell she was crying.
"It's not Patty. It's me... Jim. If you want me to
leave, then I just want to say good-bye."
"No fucking way," Kristen spat. "You're not going to
trick me into taking one of your..."
"No. We don't need to be face to face. You don't want to
see me again, and I'll respect that."
Kristen didn't answer for a few moments. Apparently, she
had expected me to give her more of a fight. "So, what do
you want?" she finally asked.
"To say good-bye. To say good-bye to the best thing that
ever happened to me in my life. To realize that the one
person in the world that could make me happy now hates my
guts, and to figure out how to live with that knowledge. To
hear your voice, one final time, tell me that you don't love
me."
"I HATE YOU!" Kristen sobbed.
Despite the venomous nature of her words, I noticed that
she didn't say she didn't love me. I knew that there was a
very slim possibility of hope. I sighed, and said back,
through the door, "I was afraid of that."
I didn't say anything more. I remained there, not having
anything more to say.
For once, my quick mind failed me.
It must have been a couple of minutes before I heard
Kristen's voice. "Jim?"
"Kristen?" I answered.
"You're still here?"
"Yes. I didn't really say good-bye."
Another pause, about three minutes or so. Then I heard
some sort of click. Was the Swift family monitors trying to
locate me? If so, I'd leave quietly.
"Jim?"
"Yes, Kristen?"
"Did you say good-bye?"
"Do you want me to?"
Another pause. And then that click again. I finally
realized what the click was. The pause would be exactly
three minutes and forty seconds long, if I remembered
properly. I didn't have a watch to time it, though.
After exactly three minutes and forty seconds, Kristen
called out again, "Jim?" She was really crying now.
I answered, "Kristen, I love you!"
The door flew open, and my naked blonde Goddess flew into
my arms. "I love you, too! I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry, too! May I come in?"
Despite her tears, Kristen looked at me, and said, "Those
slacks look good on you."
I didn't know how to respond. So far, I seemed to be
doing well. But loving Kristen wasn't a contest! It was
going to be a full time job... yes! But it wasn't a contest.
"Your skin looks great on you," I answered, not being in
the state of mind where I was able to give her my typical
male leer.
"I can get you out of those slacks," Kristen said,
pulling me into her room.
"No," I answered sternly. "I need to talk with you."
Kristen looked at me as if she was a little girl being
yelled at by a teacher. I had seen that look before, from
Kristen crying her heart out at Wendy's house. I remembered
how fragile that Patty had said Kristen was, so I chose my
words with care.
"Kris, I've told you that I love you. And I know that
you love me. I even recorded it on a cassette that you have
just been listening to. But you need to know that aside from
being a lover, I'm a friend. If something is bothering you,
PLEASE TALK TO ME!"
Kristen looked at me, nodding, but didn't say anything.
I took Kristen's pretty head in my hands, and kissed her
on the nose. "You have two friends worried about your state
of mind. You threw me out when I wanted to go slow with our
sex life, and right now, Patty is worried that you might be
slashing your wrists!"
"Really?" Kristen asked.
I didn't bother answering Kristen.
"I guess I must seem like a wacko, huh?"
"A beautiful, wonderful wacko, maybe!"
"You're hopeless."
"No," I corrected Kristen. "I'm hopeful. I'm hopeful
that you'll always love me. That we will still be able to
live happily ever after."
Kristen grinned, wiping her tears away. "You're truly
hopeless! I love that about you!"
We kissed. The worst part was over, but we still needed
to have a long talk. This wasn't necessarily the time for
that talk, but it would have to be soon.
The two of us found Patty and explained that we had made
up. Patty hugged us both, happy for us.
My beautiful blonde Goddess looked over to me and looked
at my pants. She was quite obvious about looking at my pants.
Then, she once again hit me with the unexpected. "Can I see
it with the shirt?"
This caused me to laugh. I thought she would try to get
me OUT of those pants. I knew for a fact that Kristen was
still ravenously hungry for my dick. Did she actually want
me to try on clothes?
The two girls looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Of
course they wanted me to model the outfit that they had
picked out for me!
I know that I'll never truly understand women. But I had
made up my mind. If there was any woman that I wanted to try
to understand, it would definitely be Kristen.
* * *
Aside from the mishap with Kristen, which could have had
serious repercussions in more ways than one, the party was
pretty successful.
I think that the older girls sensed that something had
happened between Kristen and me, especially after Kristen had
called to Patty over the intercom, but we smiled at each
other and hugged throughout the day, our love for one another
not artificial or forced in any way.
With the possible exception of Patty, the girls didn't
seem to give it much thought after we came back. In
retrospect, I guess all couples have arguments, and just
having one or two was not the end of a relationship. But
since this was one of the first ones ever for Kristen and me,
I felt supersensitive about it.
I knew that there was a lot of volatility in Kristen's
behavior, as evidenced from her conduct in her bedroom, and I
would have to deal with this pretty soon, or our relationship
would be one wild roller coaster ride that neither one of us,
nor our friends, would care to be a part of.
I had Patty take Merry home for me, telling Merry that I
would be eating dinner with Kristen. Merry wanted to go out
with us, but I was firm with her. I took my newly laundered
outfit, along with the various birthday gifts from the girls
(more outfits; I probably wasn't going to be wearing jeans
and a T-shirt very much any more), and packed them into
Patty's car for Merry.
Patty promised me that she would help Merry bring my
presents into my house.
After watching Patty and Merry depart, Kristen and I
moved to her bedroom, the two of us having undressed again.
"I'm amazed," I told Kristen. "You've been with me all
day, and I haven't caught you giving me a quick suck once!"
"I think our argument forced me to think of other
things," Kristen said. "I mean, more important things. I
still want it, you know, but it's not as intense as it was
when you first arrived here for your surprise party."
"That's good," I said, glad that something good may have
come out of our argument. "Maybe it's just a state of mind."
"Jim..." Kristen said, and then stopped.
I knew that Kristen wanted to say something, and I am a
patient person. I waited.
Kristen finally said, "When you turned me down before...
it wasn't you telling me you weren't interested in me that
way, was it?"
"Oh, no, Kris!" I said, hugging her. "It's just that...
it would have been my first time. I didn't want it to be a
something quick in the middle of a party. I wanted it to be
special. You being there would have made it special, but I
want it... romantic and slow, as well as with you. You know?"
Kristen snuggled her face into my shoulder. "I
understand, now. I didn't really let you get a word in
edgewise, did I?"
I shook my head, knowing she'd feel the movement and I
didn't really need to voice my answer.
"I guess I was bitchy, huh?"
I may be naive when it comes to girls, but I know that
such questions are pure dynamite, and should always be
handled carefully.
"No, Kris," I assured her. "You felt betrayed. I
understand that. I promise that I'll never betray you like
that. I'd rather die than do that to you."
Kristen sniffled a little. "That was going to be my
birthday present for you. You'd be the first boy friend that
I'd ever make love to."
"I still want that, Kristen," I said, running my fingers
through her long, soft, and luxuriant hair, like I had
fantasized about ever since I really got to know Kristen.
"And my birthday isn't for another four days, so there's
still time."
"How about now?" Kristen suggested.
I made a counter-suggestion. "How about some place
special, somewhere away from our families, away from even our
friends, where we could be alone? Just the two of us."
Kristen looked up at me and smiled. "I think I know the
perfect place!"
"Oh? Where?"
Kristen gave me a sly grin. "I guess I'll have to
surprise you again! But I'll give you plenty of warning, OK?"
Using Kristen's phone in her room, I called my mother and
told her that Merry was on her way home, and that I was going
to be out the night, and I'd see her tomorrow afternoon. I
hung up without giving her a chance to voice any protest.
Kristen told Billy that her room was "Do Not Disturb"
until we left it.
We lay down on Kristen's bed, not bothering to turn down
the sheets. We got into a sixty-nine position, and started
enjoying each other.
I decided to play a game that I invented on the spot
called, "Tease The Goddess." I would only lick her as hard
as she licked me, and would suck her only as hard or as soft
as she sucked me. In other words, whatever she did to me, I
did back to her. The kicker was, I was not allowed to bring
her over the edge of orgasm.
Of course, telling Kristen about this game was against
the rules. She'd just have to figure it out for herself.
I had plenty of experience with Kristen (and recently
Patty) simply sucking on my dick for up to an hour, so I
figured that I could take that sort of teasing. I also knew
that Kristen was quite sensitive in various places in and
around her crotch, and probably wouldn't be able to take more
than five or ten minutes of such tantalizing.
It took Kristen a few minutes to realize my little game.
She tried to grind her crotch closer to me face in order to
get me to lick and suck her harder, but I simply moved my
head the same way she moved her crotch, maintaining the same
contact.
Kristen picked her head off my dick in order to voice
what I had expected to be a complaint, but the instant she
did so, I also let go of her sensitive clitoris, which I had
been giving a lazy suck, which was frustrating to her.
Before she could say anything, Kristen put her head back on
my dick, and started sucking with renewed vigor.
Kristen made me come once, thinking that I'd do the same,
but I didn't return the favor for her. I simply allowed her
to get close and then pulled back a little. Whenever I felt
Kristen start to tense, I'd change position slightly,
removing the immediate stimulus and just avoiding her release.
After about twenty minutes, Kristen finally pulled her
head up and said, "You're doing that on purpose!"
"Of course," I said, my tongue no longer probing the
sensitive folds of Kristen's inner lips.
"Please let me come!"
"I saw you come close to a dozen times in the hot tub
today. I'd say you had caught your daily limit."
Kristen said, "Please, Jim! I'll do anything! I want to
come now with you in my mouth!"
The game "Tease the Goddess" had its first winner! I
looked victorious and, if it had been possible, I would have
clenched my hands in the air to celebrate. Instead, I
decided to let Kristen have what she so desperately needed.
"OK. Just suck me, and I'll let you come the next time the
opportunity presents itself."
I felt Kristen's head return to my cock, and I returned
to the nub of Kristen's clit. This time, I sucked it hard,
and it didn't take long to get Kristen into the fast lane to
Orgasm-ville. I felt her start to tense again, and I quickly
moved it off.
Kristen started screaming "YOOM SHIT!" into my penis.
I wasn't going to let her down again. I had just shifted
position slightly so that I could pull her clit with my two
index fingers into the tip of my tongue.
"UMM!" Kristen shouted, now in pleasure, still sucking
my dick.
I continued lapping her clit with my tongue, while two
fingers from my right hand started pushing into Kristen's
cont. Soon, I added the ring finger.
Kristen's thighs clamped down on my head, and she was
still moaning into my dick. The orgasm lasted a couple of
minutes, and as she finally started to relax, renewed
attention on her clit started her up again.
All in all, the double orgasm lasted about five minutes,
the second not quite as intense as the first.
Finally, Kristen collapsed onto my body, my dick out of
her mouth, but her tongue still licking it lazily. I think
Kristen's tongue was the only part of her body that moved.
The licking stopped as Kristen pulled herself off my
body. I looked up at her, and she had a wild look in her
eyes.
From a full standing position, Kristen repositioned
herself and jumped down onto my body, almost knocking the
breath out of me. She plastered my face with kisses, moaning.
After a few minutes of Kristen kissing me, I realized
that she wasn't just moaning, she was actually chanting, "I
love you! I love you! I love you!" over and over.
I hugged her back, her body now completely on top of
mine, and my dick feeling the warmth and wetness of Kristen's
crotch.
I knew that this was a dangerous position. I wasn't sure
how easy it would be to enter her at this position, being
very unexperienced in that department, but I sure wanted to
prevent it. Kristen solved the problem by moving her body
down slightly so that my cock was horizontal between her
legs, the shaft brushing against her cunt lips and asshole.
Apparently, from that position, accidental penetration would
be quite difficult, although probably not impossible.
Kristen continued licking and kissing my face, and her
body started humping against my dick.
I was kissing Kristen back, murmuring my love for her as
I did so.
We must have kissed for twenty minutes. Kristen had
another orgasm during that time.
Afterward, Kristen had me dress up in my new slacks and
shirt. She had gone into her brother's room and found me a
pair of boxers, still in a package, that would fit, as well
as a pair of socks. My sneakers had survived their journey
into the pool and through whatever Kristen had done with them
afterward. They almost looked like new.
I shook my head. "You girls always like to play
dress-up. What do you think? I'm your little Ken doll?"
Kristen giggled. "You never played with Barbie when you
were little?"
"Nope."
"How about G.I. Joe?"
"Nope. Major Matt Mason, but he didn't have a wardrobe.
Just some wicked cool vehicles." I felt a bit weird making
that confession, but I didn't think I had anything to hide
from my beloved Kristen.
"You haven't lived," Kristen said, getting up from the
bed, and opening up one of the drawers on her dresser. She
picked up about a dozen packages. Some had already been
opened, some were sealed. She selected two of the packages
and handed them to me.
"What are these?" I asked, noticing that the packages
were too big to be Barbie clothes.
"Let's see..." Kristen said. "Oh yeah... do the top one
first. Open the top one."
I opened the top package, and found very delicate
material inside. "What is it?"
"Take it out and see!"
I pulled out something that looked might be a
handkerchief, but it was too small to be effective. It was
made of lace. As I unfolded it, I saw it was a pair of
panties. The material, however, was unlike anything I ever
imagined a panty would be. For one thing, it was virtually
transparent. There was a tiny strip of satiny material in
the crotch area, but it was only about two inches long and
about half an inch wide. The waist band didn't have any
elastic, either.
"Where'd you get something like this?" I didn't recall
seeing anything even remotely like this in the lingerie shop
where I had met the three girls that fateful day.
"Catalog. Fredericks of Hollywood. Now what do you
think?"
I doubted that any female with a working brain would ever
consider wearing them, actually. "About what?" I asked, not
wanting to voice that opinion.
"About Barbie?" Kristen said.
"Huh?" The panties may have been small, but wasn't
Barbie much too small to wear these!
Kristen sighed. "Sometimes, boys are just too slow.
You're supposed to put the panties on me."
Kristen wanted me to put this little nothing on her? I'd
probably tear the material trying!
The blonde Goddess stood in front of me, looking at me
expectedly. "Come on!"
Well, she asked for it. I opened the panty and found the
leg holes. Looking up at Kristen and her look of
determination, I decided to go for it. I picked up her leg
on my right, and started to move the panty past her toes and
over her calf.
"Wrong side," Kristen said, smirking.
How could she tell it was the wrong side?
I pulled off the panty and looked inside. I noticed that
the satiny strip, which I had thought was straight, was
actually wider on one side, almost like an arrow pointing
toward the front. I started again, with the orientation of
the panty corrected.
"Very good. Now the other," Kristen said.
I lifted her other leg, and now had the panty at the
bottom of her legs. "Pull it up," Kristen instructed, as if
she were teaching a little kid.
Slowly, I pulled the panty up, moving it as a single thin
unit so as not to damage it. After a few seconds, I got it
past her knees, and then up to her thighs.
When I reached Kristen's crotch, I had to unroll the
panty a bit to find the top. I pulled the top up, and then
it finally reached loosely around her waist, the front and
the back pulling back an inch or so like the peels of a
banana.
"There's no elastic," I pointed out.
"Look in the package. There should be two bows."
I had thought the package was empty. Upon inspection, I
found that it wasn't. There were two tiny little clasps that
each looked like a cross between a butterfly and a bow.
"What do I do with them?" I asked Kristen.
The blonde just smirked. "Do you see any assembly
directions in the package? No. So, I guess you're going to
have to figure it out, Einstein!"
I inspected the bows, but there was no clasp. They
looked identical from the front and the back.
It took me a good five minutes of having to deal with
Kristen's giggles and smirks until I finally figured it out.
I went back to the panty top, and noticed a tiny loop of
thread on one side, just small enough that the bow could fit
into it, but when the loop was pulled by the panty, the bow
would be caught. I found another loop on the back of the
panty, and soon had the one side fastened. Now that I
figured out the mechanics, the left side was a cinch.
"What do you think?"
I moved back in order to take in the sight of my lovely
blonde Goddess, standing in front of me wearing a pair of
panties that were so transparent, I could even see her fine
blonde curls through them.
"Wow!" I said, voicing the only thought that came to my
mind.
Kristen actually glowed with delight. "Is that all you
think?"
"I want to rip them off with my teeth!"
Kristen giggled. "Well, if you do, you'll either owe me
about fifty dollars to replace them, or you'll have to give
me another one of those mind-blowing orgasms like the first
one before."
"Fifty dollars?" I had no idea that a woman would pay
that much for so little.
"Don't you think they're worth fifty dollars?"
Seeing them on Kristen, I realized I'd pay five hundred
dollars for this very effect. I had managed to control my
astonishment over how Kristen looked wearing nothing but
those panties. I mean, it seemed even more sexy than seeing
her naked! I just shrugged. "I... um... I guess so."
"Now how do you feel about Barbie now?"
I finally realized what Kristen had been going on about.
I was dressing up Kristen the same way that a younger girl
would dress up a Barbie doll, although I doubt that Barbie
had a line of exotic lingerie.
"I can see the attraction," I grinned.
"The other package is a matching bra."
I wasted no time putting the bra onto Kristen. It also
had one of those butterfly/bow connectors, but I now knew how
it worked. I wondered how a female would put it on behind
her back, though.
"Wow. This is even more lovely than seeing you naked!
Your dark nipples really stand out in that!"
Kristen beamed at the praise.
"Um... have you ever worn this bra before?"
"Yeah. When I got it. Why?"
"How do you put it on. I mean, the loops are so tiny..."
Kristen smiled. She pulled her bra straps down from her
shoulders and wiggled them off her arms. I loved that
motion, mentally filing it in my memory banks under "ways
that I love Kris to move."
Then, Kristen rotated the bra around her so that the cups
were on her back. The bow was easily accessible to her now.
"Wow! You're pretty sharp, Kris! At least for a Barbie
doll!"
Kristen's nose crinkled in that adorable way of hers as
she laughed. "I'm not a Barbie doll!"
"Yes you are. At least for now. Or at least you're a
Beautiful Krissie doll. You do have the beautiful hair...
does it grow?"
Kristen continued giggling, while I rotated the bra
around and moved her arms back into the straps. "No. I don't
normally like being called Krissie... but, I think that's
cute, actually."
"I like it, too."
I had Kristen model the bra and panty set for me for
about fifteen minutes. I noticed, but pretended not to, that
Kristen's panties were showing a teensy bit of dampness,
telling me that Kristen was getting as much a kick out of
posing as I did watching her.
During the entire time, my dick was creating a tent in my
slacks, something that did not escape Kristen's attention.
Finally, Kristen said, "Are you bored with your Krissie
doll, or are you gonna finish dressing her."
"I'm still thinking about ripping them both off with my
teeth."
"Ooh, you're getting expensive tastes! That bra was a
hundred dollars by itself, Jim."
"I'll have to wait until I win a lottery," I said.
I couldn't stand it any more. I moved over to where
Kristen was standing and started kissing her fiercely. "My,
my," Kristen said. "Looks like I got my money's worth if
that's the reaction I get!"
I finally stopped ravishing my Goddess. "What does my
Krissie want to wear?"
It was no surprise to me that Kristen had a brown outfit
all picked out. As I was dressing her up in it, I noticed
that the colors matched my outfit exactly. I also got an
education in the intricacies of womens' apparel, which was an
order of magnitude more complex that what they give us clumsy
males.
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