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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 17
Kristen and I ate at Vaughn's, which we were starting to
think of as "our place," for dinner. Once again, I couldn't
convince Kristen to order the Belly Buster dessert.
After dinner, we returned to Kristen's house, where the
two of us spent the night together in Kristen's play room.
It was a special time for the two of us, our first "night
together" and we spent our time, hugging, kissing, nuzzling,
and orally pleasuring each other.
I think I fell asleep first, because the last thing I
remember that night was that I was holding Kristen in my
arms. When I awakened in the wee hours of the morning, I
noticed that Kristen had shifted position was sleeping in a
near fetal position with her lips wrapped around my dick.
I looked at the lovely sight. I knew that Kristen was
still asleep, but I could still feel her tongue occasionally
swipe at my shaft or the tip.
I started to consider Kristen's addiction to my cock and
to the sperm that it emitted. I know, for example, the I was
directly responsible for Kristen's addiction, having used the
lucky tickets to physically change her in some way. Her
actions right now were a prime example of that: even while
she was unconscious, her mouth still seemed to feel required
to give me little lick every now and then.
When I had given Kristen that addiction, I had no idea
that it would have had such a long-lasting effect on her. I
had been thinking at the time that I'd humiliate her by
making her have to come to me, repeatedly, and have to beg to
service me. It was a power trip, pure and simple, fueled by
my mistaken belief that Kristen had been responsible for
breaking up the friendship I had with Patrice.
Almost immediately thereafter, I began to regret what I
had done to Kristen. Had I really thought it proper to force
Kristen to orally service me in front of my friends? And to
add fuel to the fire, I actually turned her into a
cock-junkie. At the time I did it, I really didn't consider
the consequences.
Now my mind was dealing with some harsh realities.
Despite the fact that Kristen and I were lovers now, her
sucking at this very moment wasn't consensual. In fact, her
conscious mind probably wasn't even aware that she was doing
so. Isn't that a form of forcing a girl to have sexual
relations?
I wasn't sure about the legal definition of rape in the
state of Illinois, but it almost definitely would be the act
of causing a person to perform sexual relations with another
person without their consent.
I considered my use of my tickets to obtain sexual
favors. From the start, I never once really considered
getting the girls' consent. I had known that none of the
girls that I used the tickets on would ever consider giving
me their consent. Even my first use, inspecting Meredith's
nude body while she slept, may even be considered to fit
within that definition. And then there was Patrice and
Marla. I never asked for their consent, either.
Then there was Patty, Camille, and Wendy. Once again, I
didn't have their consent when I first glimpsed their nude
bodies in the moonlight at Kneely Park, since I had forced
their consent with the tickets.
Even if all most of those things could be said to be in
the grey areas of the law, I do know that I had probably
crossed the line in two circumstances.
The first time was with Patrice. Yes, I was naive, and I
mostly wanted to get first hand knowledge about sex from
somebody more mature than Meredith. And, I had done so while
I was completely pissed off at Patrice for referring to me as
a loser. I was going to show her, wasn't I?
There was no consent whatsoever from Patrice when she
blew me that one time. She did so because she had no choice.
I must have felt some sort of pangs of regret then, since I
also forced her to forget the entire situation. So, despite
the fact that I had covered my tracks with Patrice, it was
almost definitely still rape.
Then there was Kristen.
My initial desire with Kristen, as with Patrice, was to
simply humiliate her, but in a more public fashion. I forced
her to blow me, then I made her addicted to my cock and its
precious cargo, and then I sent her out topless, totally
vulnerable to the entire world. That was definitely rape.
And there were three witnesses to the event, three people
that still knew about it and might even be called on as
witnesses if the police were ever informed.
I only really felt any remorse about Kristen the next
day, when I found that my forcing an addiction on her turned
her into a cock-junkie, who could only get her fix by
arranging my services through Patty, and knowing that she'd
have to pay me each time she sucked me. I had never really
considered that the power of those tickets was so strong that
it could do something like that to a person in less than
twenty-four hours.
I immediately felt guilty, but not directly for what I
did to Kristen... but for making Patty mad at me because I
had done it. I didn't really feel anything for Kristen,
until I saw her there, the haughty princess brought down so
completely to such a state where she was just standing there,
her whole life almost completely shattered.
It was then, and only then, did I ever feel anything
toward Kristen. She was lovely, but that wasn't important.
It took me a few moments, but I realized that she was a human
being, and didn't deserve to be treated like an animal. My
heart finally went out to her, mostly to ask forgiveness, and
also to attempt to make things better for her.
For the first time, somebody actually treated Kristen as
a person... a friend. It was quite ironic that the person
that became a friend to her was the same person that had
defiled her, who had raped her. And she forgave me, and in
her very fragile state, she even fell in love with me.
I was quite an amateur when it came to matters of the
heart. But I had to ask myself, what is Kristen's love for
me based upon? Was it the fact that she's still addicted to
my dick and sperm? Or was it the fact that I held her when
she needed to be held? How about the fact that I raped her
and showed her how powerful I was? Wouldn't that have made
her less receptive to me, of all people? So... what was the
basis for her love?
For that matter, what's the basis for my love of Kristen?
Of all the people in our little circle, three actually stood
out as having a close relationship with me, and only one of
them was Kristen.
One person was Patty, a person who was impressed by my
power (using the tickets, of course) and gave herself
willingly to me. She said her reason was that I had been the
first person that had been able to allow her to achieve
orgasm since a very traumatic rape she experienced. Her
relationship with me bordered on love, but it wasn't the
romantic love that she was now looking for. We did become
very close friends, and she was the first person that I ever
confided to about the tickets. She was now an important part
of my life, and I feel honored that she liked me, even after
seeing the nasty side of me that had defiled Kristen.
Another person I was close with was Patrice. I had known
her for many years, and we had been friends up until she
entered junior high. I used to confide in her, and we used
to hang out together. Then she found new friends, and didn't
have a place for me anymore. Thanks to Kristen and Patty,
Patrice was back as a friend, but I noticed that she now
tended to avoid me a bit. Could this have been due to the
fact that she's one of the people that I consider may have
been raped by me? I had told her to forget it, but what if
she still somehow knew that there was some traumatic memory
that is telling her to keep away from me... that I'm
dangerous?
The third person, Kristen, is, of course, a friend and a
lover, and the more I knew about Kristen, the more I found
myself loving her. Isn't that true love? Surely, I wasn't
the one to be able to know this, as it was my first time ever
being in love romantically. My only knowledge of love was
from stories, movies, and television shows. My mother and
Patty told me that I was in love with Kristen, and they were
more experienced than I was in these matters. Or were they?
Patty and Kristen became best friends right after the
junkie incident. As I mentioned, Patty and I were also close
friends. But what if Patty's reading of the situation was
just wishful thinking on her part? What if I really wasn't
totally head-over-heels in love with Kristen, but Patty had
wanted that as a fairy tale ending to what she perceived to
be Kristen's not-so-easy life?
Yesterday's outburst by Kristen told me that Kristen
wasn't in a place where she could have doubts about our
relationship. And, if what I felt toward Kristen wasn't true
love, it seemed to be enough for her right now. Maybe I
should just play it safe until Kristen became more
comfortable with an expanding circle of genuine friends.
That would probably be the safe move for now. Discussing my
doubts with her would hardly be constructive for her at this
point.
But also not telling her about my doubts would be
dishonest with her. I had promised myself that I wouldn't
hurt her, but what if telling the truth could hurt her? What
was my obligation in this situation?
My mind kept running around in circles over that, until I
felt increased suction on my penis, and saw the lovely
Kristen's eyes were now open. I raised my head and said, and
put my doubts and the conundrum aside. I smiled and said,
"Good morning, Star Shine."
Kristen smiled and, with my dick still in her mouth, she
started humming the chorus of that song:
"Gliddy glub glooby...
Nibby nabby nooby...
La la la lo lo!"
I giggled, thinking that the singer Oliver never imagined
the nonsense words to be coming from a little blonde Goddess
happily sucking my dick.
I thought about that song. It was from the Broadway
musical "Hair" and, of course, just thinking about that
musical's name reminded me of my own fondness of my running
my fingers through Kristen's hair. I smiled as I caressed
her head, and started playing with little strands of her
hair. I found myself singing aloud, accompanied by Kristen's
continued humming:
"Sabba sibby sabba,
Ooby abba nabba,
La la lo lo..."
Kristen raised her eyes to look at me, a sparkle showing
in them, as I continued serenading her:
"Ooby ooby walla,
Ooby abba nabba...
Early morning singing song."
Kristen actually released my cock and said, "I love your
singing voice. Until you sang for me that day in school, I
never realized that you could sing, Jim."
"My singing voice is probably better suited as the voice
of Kermit the Frog," I said, referring to Jim Henson's
"Muppet" that appeared on Sesame Street and was seen more and
more frequently as a guest on various variety shows on
television.
"Don't put yourself down," Kristen said. "You are
obviously gifted. Wendy says that Gerry told her that you
put that whole music session together from scratch in less
than twenty four hours!"
"Yeah, but I made Roy's mike louder than mine," I said,
not feeling comfortable hearing praise like that. "It was
his voice you were hearing, mostly. Not mine."
"Jim," Kristen smiled. "You just need a little more
confidence."
Confidence. That was really what I lacked. Not so much
about my singing voice, but in my feelings toward Kristen.
Her outburst yesterday had shattered whatever confidence that
I had before about our love, which was probably why all those
doubts were now swimming in my head.
Kristen, unaware of the tempest inside my brain, looked
back at my cock and went back to her sucking. I lay in bed,
feeling Kristen's mouth on my cock, when an idea came into my
head. I had to ask Kristen a question.
"Kris, what's your favorite food?"
Kristen looked down at my crotch, and lifted my erect
penis. "Does this count?"
I forced a smile, and said, "Not really. You said I
taste better than chocolate. Is that your favorite food?"
My beautiful blonde Goddess furrowed her head, thinking.
"Yeah," she said, her eyes starting to mist. "My dad gets
some of this stuff imported from--where is it?--Columbia?
Peru? Wherever. It tastes like heaven."
I smiled. "How often do you get to eat it?"
Kristen shrugged. "Once a month or so. We have a tiny
stash in the kitchen for special occasions."
"Anything else you like to eat? Besides me?"
"Why are you asking, Jim?"
I was ready for that question and had a pat answer. "I
realized that there is a lot about you that I don't know. I
want to know what you like to eat, what kind of movies you
like. You know... everything that makes you so special."
Kristen rewarded me with one of her lovely smiles.
"You're sweet, you know that? Let's see." Kristen paused,
thinking. "You know the candy store in the mall?"
"Yeah," I said. "The one down the way from the food
court."
Kristen closed her eyes. "They have these peanuts that
are fresh roasted. You can smell them roasting a hundred
yards away from the store. Anyway, the nuts are huge! I
mean... not as huge as yours." Kristen giggled. "Anyway,
they dip some of them in dark chocolate, making them into
clusters. You can get a plastic container of them for a
couple of dollars. Anyway, you put the container into the
freezer, and when you feel like doing something special, you
pull out a cluster of about four or five peanuts..." Kristen
faded off, making yummy sounds.
I grinned, "You make it sound heavenly, Kris."
My little blonde Goddess giggled, crinkling her nose as
she did so.
"So, do you like pizza?" I asked.
Kristen swooned again. "You mean like they make in the
city? With the thick crust?"
"Yeah," I said. "I like that with pepperoni and
sometimes some sausage also."
"Hmmm," Kristen nodded, "I could go for some breakfast
sausage..." She lowered her head, and impaled her mouth on
my rod, her lips almost reaching my aching balls.
I closed my eyes. The conversation had gone well. As
always, I loved the feeling of Kristen deep throating me.
She didn't do it all that often, and nobody had ever managed
to swallow me to the depths that Kristen could take. It
usually was a bit messy, due to all the saliva and mucous
from her throat, but the sensations were always exquisite.
And, of course, Kristen always made sure that my cock was
squeaky clean afterward, giving it her utmost attention.
I thought back to the last time Patty tried practicing
deep throat with me. She was still having problem with her
gag reflex. In fact, her session came to an unexpected halt
when she had to make a mad dash for the toilet, holding her
mouth. (I hoped that nobody had seen her naked dash into and
back out of the toilet; nothing was ever said to me about it,
though.) I didn't think that Patty would be practicing with
me any time soon, especially after Monday night, when my
penis would return to its old, original, and unadulterated
flavor for her.
The deep throat action stopped, and Kristen returned to
her favorite style, simple suckling and licking vigorously
around the tip and underneath the head.
I tried to reach Kristen's crotch to return the favor,
but her body was positioned away from me. I had to be
content with just caressing her lovely tresses, wondering if
Kristen loved me playing with her hair and scalp as much as I
enjoyed doing it.
We continued in the same vein for about a half hour,
neither one of us achieving orgasm, or really trying to,
either.
* * *
I had Kristen drive me to a flea market that was open on
Sundays. She had never been to one before, and we simply
walked hand in hand, looking at what people were selling or,
perhaps, giving away.
I recognized more than a few of the sellers, having
visited this place a few times every year. I saw a used
flute, one of the few instruments that I didn't play too well
and I stopped at that table to check it out.
"Do you play?" Kristen asked me when she saw me check
out the instrument.
"A bit," I admitted. "It took me a while to get the hang
of the mouth piece, but finally figured out how to direct my
breath at the cutting edge properly."
The person at the table said, "You're Jim Crittenhouse,
aren't you?"
I didn't recognize the person at all. "Yes, ma'am."
"And, oh, my. You're Kristen Swift!"
"Yes," Kristen admitted. Her eyes sparkled, apparently
used to being recognized.
"My daughter is Shirley Lakewood. She used to be in
band."
I remembered Shirley. She wasn't a great player, but she
did try hard. "Hi, Mrs. Lakewood," I said. "I remember
Shirley. Is this her instrument?"
"Yes," the lady said. "She's given up band, and moved
onto Chorus now."
"She has a lovely voice, Mrs. Lakewood. I imagine she'll
do well in the high school chorus."
"Thank you," Mrs. Lakewood beamed, proud of her daughter.
"Are you interested in Shirley's instrument? We bought it
used for $200. I was thinking of asking a hundred. But I
know you'll get good use out of it. How about fifty dollars?"
A new flute would cost about $400, and this one looked in
good condition. Even so, fifty dollars was out of my price
range. "Sorry, Mrs. Lakewood. I was just admiring it."
"No problem. I really didn't expect to sell it today.
But could you maybe play something on it?"
I felt a little embarrassed. It had been about a half
year since I had actually played a flute, and I wasn't all
that sure if I would get the fingering correct on the first
try.
I picked up the flute gingerly, and looked at the
mouthpiece. It seemed pretty clean. I put my fingers on the
levers and flexed my fingers. One or two levers needed oil,
but they still worked all right.
Luckily, the flute is pitched in "C" instrument, which
meant that my innate sense of pitch wouldn't work against me.
I decided to play something simple, and I entertained my
lovely Goddess with the flute solo from "Colour My World."
My fingers never lost their memory of how to play the flute,
and soon after, I decided to play something by ear, and did
the recorder solo from "Playground in my Mind," a hit from
the previous year that made Kristen smile.
"You play very nice," Mrs. Lakewood said. "Shirley could
never get a vibrato like you manage to get."
I shrugged thanked Mrs. Lakewood, and disassembled the
flute, opening the case and putting it away properly.
When I turned around, I was surprised that I had a little
crowd around me. I felt like I did when I was nine years
old, being allowed to play the piano at the Wurlitzer store
in the mall, and having people come into the store to listen
to the little prodigy play, a technique that the sales people
used to show how "just about anybody" could play their pianos.
Kristen saw my grimace at the attention that I had
received, and took my hand as we bade Mrs. Lakewood good-bye.
"How many instruments can you play?" Kristen asked.
"That's a trick question," I pointed out. "Knowing the
fingering to a flute, for example, allows you to play the
piccolo as well, although it's a matter of degree, since the
size difference makes it a bit different."
"You play trombone in the band at the school, right?"
"Yeah," I grinned.
"And you also play piano and trumpet. Do you play
guitar?"
"Nope," I shook my head. "Never got the hang of any
stringed instrument."
Kristen grinned, crinkling her nose. "Well, we found
your one weakness, Super-Jim!"
"Second weakness," I said, smiling back. "My first and
biggest weakness is a lovely blonde Goddess that goes by the
name of 'Kristen.'"
That earned me a smooch on the cheek.
Later on, Kristen excused herself to use the bathroom,
and I checked out a couple of other tables that didn't seem
interesting to Kristen. She came back a few minutes later,
and we walked around, once again holding hands.
I heard a familiar squeal, and turned to find Merry at a
nearby table looking at some sort of thing for tying pony
tails. I looked around, and found my mother and step-father
weren't too far from Merry. They noticed us, and waved hi.
I decided that we should at least say "hello," and we
walked to where Merry was busy pawing through a box of
material.
"Hi Kristen, hi Jim," my mother said, smiling. There was
no trace of anger in her voice, surprising me just a little.
"Hello, Mrs. Cummings," Kristen said.
"Hi, Mom!"
"Meredith... look who's here!" my step-father said.
Merry looked up from her box of treasures and squealed
once again when she saw Kristen. "Kris! I can't believe
you're here!"
Kristen and I moved closer to Merry, and I picked her up
a few inches, planting a kiss on top of her head. "Hiya,
Shortcake!" I said.
Merry squirmed to get out of my grip and ran to Kristen
and hugged her.
"So, Meredith," Kristen asked. "What were you looking
at?"
"Oh, Kris," Merry said. "You've gotta take a look at
these!" She dragged Kristen by the arm to the box that had
captured her attention a few moments earlier.
"New outfit," my mother noticed.
"Yeah," I said. "A gift from Kristen's dad and mom."
"You know, Jim... you'd never wear something like that if
I picked it out for you."
"Aww, mom!" I said.
My mom looked pleased, however. "I didn't expect you and
Kristen to be here," she said.
I grinned. "Kris has never been to a flea market. She
thought it was a place to find used pets!"
"That's an old joke, Jim," my step-father said, not
looking up from a fishing tackle box that had captured his
attention at a nearby table, just like Merry's box of
whatevers had captured hers.
"Well, Kristen hasn't heard some of the old jokes," I
said in my defense.
Merry came running toward me. "Jim! Look!" She had a
handful of those elastic fabric things. "All I could grab
for fifty cents!"
"Looks like quite a handful, Shortcake!" I said.
Kristen was fastening her purse, and I realized that my
lovely girl friend had paid for Merry's precious treasures.
I grinned at her.
"Mrs. Cummings?" Kristen asked my mother.
"Yes?"
"Do you have plans for lunch?" Kristen asked. "Jim and
I were thinking of going to Vaughn's, and we'd like you to
join us."
Kristen hadn't mentioned lunch plans to me, but I
realized that she just wanted to get to know my parents
better.
My mother looked at Merry, but my step-sister was in her
own world, trying to sort out the treasures that she had
managed to grab from the ones she didn't like as much.
Apparently, Merry hadn't heard Kristen's offer. "Well, that
sounds very nice, Kristen. But let me talk with my husband."
My mother moved to where my step-father was still looking
at that tackle box. They exchanged a few words quietly, and
my mother smiled and nodded toward Kristen. "That sounds
great. What time?"
Kristen looked at her watch. "How about an hour from
now. There's still much more for me to discover here."
"What time for what?" Merry asked, looking from my
mother to Kristen.
"Lunch," Kristen said, smiling. "We'll all be eating
lunch together, honey."
"Wicked! Can I ride in your car? I promise to stay in
the back seat!"
Kristen looked from Merry to me to my mother. I didn't
have a problem with Merry tagging along. As I mentioned
before, I actually enjoyed her company and her seemingly
limitless youthful enthusiasm. My mother shrugged. "OK.
We'll meet the three of you at one-thirty."
"Thanks, Mrs. Cummings, Mr. Cummings. See you later,"
Kristen said. "Come on, Merry... you're with us, now."
"So wicked cool!" Merry said, making a beeline to the
next table that had some more treasures that she couldn't
live without.
We tagged along after Merry, leaving my mother and
step-father at the table where he was still gawking at that
tackle box. I figured the odds were ten to one that that
tackle box would end up in our garage later on that day.
As soon as we were out of sight of my parents, Kristen
begged off, saying she needed to make a phone call. She
headed toward the phone booth near the building that housed
the bathrooms.
After a few minutes, Kristen returned. Merry was now
looking at a bunch of Barbie clothes. Kristen and I giggled
at that, thinking of last night's Beautiful Krissy Dress Up
game.
Kristen whispered to me that when we get to the
restaurant, there'd be a gift certificate waiting for me, and
for me to pick it up on the sly without my parents seeing me.
"Why, Kris?"
"Well," Kristen said. "I don't think your parents will
feel comfortable with me paying. So, I just purchased you a
fifty dollar certificate that you can say was a gift to you.
You parents would definitely feel better if you paid rather
than me."
I shrugged. Usually at Vaughn's, Kristen paid, even
though I still had some money of my own. I wasn't entirely
comfortable with that situation; I hated to be seen as a
gold-digger. I knew that I'd have to find a way to earn some
money so that we wouldn't always have to be relying on
Kristen doing things like that. But Kristen had told me that
the money wasn't important to her, and that I should be
saving my money toward college. I shrugged.
* * *
There indeed was a gift certificate waiting for me at
Vaughn's. It had my name on it, and the host handed it to me
quietly, smiling at Kristen.
As we moved to our table, I noticed Kristen hand the host
a few bills that she had hidden in her hand, apparently
paying for the certificate.
Lunch was delicious, as the food is always great at
Vaughn's. Merry insisted on a Belly Buster, and my mother
was about to say "no" when Kristen said that she would love
to share with Merry and me.
Hopelessly outmaneuvered by Kristen, my mother gave in,
not looking angry and even smiling when the humongous dessert
arrived.
Kristen set it down in front of Merry, who was sitting
between the two of us. There were five spoons, but it was
only the three of us kids that actually had any.
Merry managed to eat the lion's share. I had half a
scoop myself, and Kristen actually had even less.
"You managed to finish it, Merry," I said to my
step-sister.
"Yeah. That's killer!" the little girl swooned.
When the check arrived, my step-father went for his
wallet when I interrupted. "Excuse me, but I have a gift
certificate."
My mother looked suspicious. "A gift certificate?"
I pulled the envelope out of my pocket. It had my name
on it, "Jim Crittenhouse." I opened it up, and there it was,
a little slip with Vaughn's logo on it, signed by the
manager. There was also something written on the bottom,
which read, "Happy sixteenth birthday!"
Kristen had thought of everything.
"Jim, we can't let you pay!" my mother protested. "This
is your present!"
I looked over to my blonde Goddess, and she smiled at me.
I drew courage from her poise, and insisted to my mother that
not spending it would not allow be to use my own present the
way I wanted to. It was convoluted logic, and I think that I
picked up that technique from my many conversations with
Kristen, Patty, and the other girls. My mother eventually
relented.
I paid the bill, mentally calculating fifteen percent as
a tip. I actually received about ten dollars change, and I
made a mental note to give the change back to Kristen.
As we were leaving the table, my mother said, "Wow. A
new pair of slacks, a nice shirt, and even a gift
certificate. Who did you get the certificate from?"
I decided to see if I could answer without lying. "Well,
the girls had a surprise party for me at Kristen's yesterday
for my birthday. And the certificate was from one of the
girls."
Technically, this was a true statement, and I hoped that
my mother wouldn't press.
My mother smiled, and I saw something in her eyes that
indicated that I had indeed answered her question without my
even knowing it. "Well, you'll have to give one of the girls
a kiss from me, then. You'll have to tell her I think she's
sweet."
I was a bit embarrassed, wondering how my mother could
read me so easily. My parents invited Kristen over for
diner, but she said that she and Patty had already made plans
for dinner, but that she would make sure I was home before
six.
We all said our good-byes, and Merry hugged Kristen very
tightly before they left.
I let Kristen drive me back to her place. I told Kristen
that I had the change from the gift certificate, but she told
me to keep it for now. I didn't see any point in arguing,
but I felt a bit more uncomfortable. Paying for a meal was
one thing, but having me keep the change was another.
At Kristen's house, Patty was using the hot tub, sitting
on Kristen's favorite jet. She moved over to the other jet
as Kristen and I stripped down and joined her in the tub.
"So, Patty. You've got to tell me about your date!"
Patty looked at me a little uncomfortably, but then
shrugged. "Toby took me to the roller rink," she said.
"He's actually a good skater. I had to stay near the rails
most of the night, although he helped hold me. He's such a
dear."
It hit me that with Kristen dating me, Patty dating Toby,
and Wendy considering dating Gerry, that the high school band
was getting quite popular within our little circle.
Kristen pressed for more details, but there apparently
wasn't too much to tell. They didn't go to Lake Shore Point,
although Patty probably would have if Toby had only asked.
They had dinner at McDonald's. It wasn't that expensive a
date, but Toby asked Patty if she wanted to go to the movies
next Saturday.
"What did you say?" Kristen asked.
"Well," Patty said, a little sad, "I told him about my
aunt, and how if she doesn't make it, I might have to travel
to go to the funeral."
"What did he say to that?"
"Nothing. He just hugged me."
"That's it?" Kristen asked.
"We hugged for a good ten minutes," Patty reported.
"Then he dropped me off at your garage."
"He really sounds sweet!"
Patty smiled a little. "He really is."
I watched the two girls wiggle their butts over the hot
tub jets for about a half hour when I felt too heated up over
the warmth of the tub and my having to watch two girls
masturbate quietly in front of me, not even trying to hide
their orgasms.
As I got out of the tub, Patty noticed my erection.
"Looks like somebody has a problem!"
"That one's mine!" Kristen said, jumping out of the tub,
and making a shallow dive into the shallow end that didn't
have her descending more than a couple of inches below the
surface of the water.
"Oh, yeah?" Patty said, but she remained in her tub,
continuing to allow the jet to pleasure her privately.
Kristen swam underwater to where I was, her mouth hitting
my erection and sucking it in without pausing. I enjoyed the
warmth of Kristen's gentle sucking in contrast to the
relative coolness of the water around me, and luxuriated in
the sensation. I felt Kristen suckle me for close to a
minute before she reluctantly released me and came up for air.
I took the opportunity to pull Kristen close to me for a
long, hard kiss. I had a lot of pent-up sexual energy from
watching the two girls get themselves off repeatedly in front
of me just moments ago. I looked over to Patty, who was even
now laying with her eyes closed, exhaling slowly in release.
I wondered what was so special about the water jets. I
mean, wouldn't a finger or a tongue feel better? I made a
mental note to ask Patty or Kristen about that one of these
days.
Kristen, meanwhile, was slowly pumping my cock with her
left hand, not her usual hand, but the one that was most
accessible to my genitals. The pumping felt different, and I
soon found my hips pumping with her. She suddenly took a
deep breath and submersed herself, and I felt her mouth
engulf my member once again as I started my eruption.
Once again, Kristen stayed down there for about a minute,
apparently not wanting to stop sucking until there was no
more of the nectar for her to capture. She then swam up and
I once again pulled her into a tight hug and kiss.
Kristen opened her mouth during that kiss, sending my
full load into my mouth, catching me by surprise. I opened
my eyes in astonishment, and saw her eyes glisten.
I heard a splash behind me and saw that Patty had jumped
into the deep end. I turned around and kissed Patty, and
surprised her as well when I transferred the semen into her
mouth.
Without being told, Patty simply swam back to Kristen and
the two girls kissed, their breasts rubbing against each
other above the water.
I saw Kristen gulp down her treat, and was surprised to
see Patty do the same. Apparently, Patty had left a little
for herself, most likely due to the fact that she right now
thought my semen tasted "better than chocolate" and didn't
want Kristen to hog the entire feast.
Without anybody saying a word, the three of us swam
together into a group hug, and I kissed both my special girls.
The three of us left the big pool to go into the sauna,
which Kristen had apparently turned on as we had passed it
earlier. She picked up a pitcher of water that was near the
entrance door, and the three of us entered the little room.
It was my first experience in the sauna, Kristen usually
taking the opportunity of spending quality time with me alone
when people were using the sauna during the two parties.
Kristen threw a handful of water from the pitcher onto a few
stones that were on some sort of platform near the entrance
to the sauna, causing the stones to immediately hiss and
steam to start rising.
At first, it was a bit warm, and I found myself getting
sweaty and uncomfortable. The two girls were talking about
driving, and Patty was trying to convince Kristen to take
Patty's car to school that week, since that car could easily
accommodate the three of us better than Kristen's Camaro
could.
Kristen replied, "Oh, you're just jealous because you
can't drive a stick!"
Patty smirked and pointed to my crotch, where my cock was
standing at attention.
My little blonde Goddess got a wicked gleam in her eyes
as she moved closer to me, and showed Patty the four
positions, using my dick as her shift.
Patty, of course, had to show Kristen that she had the
positions down correctly, and Kristen corrected her a couple
of times.
It was obvious to me that the only reason for these
corrections and retries was to get me excited again. It was
definitely working, although I wasn't sure I had any sperm
left in me after all the activity between Kristen last night
and this morning, and the blow job in the pool. It had been
a long night and a busy day by any stretch of the imagination.
The two girls continued to manipulate me, my organ very
slick with my perspiration combined with that of the girls.
It was sort of a natural lubrication that actually felt
pleasant. The girls kept it up, and I noticed that their
technique seemed to be designed to keep me stimulated rather
than to have me achieve orgasm.
After about ten minutes of stimulation, Kristen got up,
saying she needed to use the wash room, leaving me literally
in the hands of Patty.
We both watched Kristen leave, and when the sauna room
door closed behind Kristen, Patty sad, "Jim. I wanted to
tell you that I won't be seeing you much more in the
mornings."
Although I knew that Patty and I would eventually have
this conversation, I nonetheless felt a pang in my heart
right now. I knew that Kristen loved me, and I was pretty
sure of my feelings toward Kristen, but Patty had been the
first girl to give herself to me willingly. I slowly nodded
my head, wondering what I should say in response.
Seeing my reaction, Patty continued, "I'll really miss
being with you. You have been very special to me. You
really helped me achieve something I never thought I'd feel
again."
"I'm glad for that. We'll still be friends, right?"
Patty smiled. "Of course. Just because I'm seeing Toby
doesn't mean that I don't want to see you again. It's just
that it wouldn't be fair to any boy friend if I was giving
blow jobs on a regular basis to another guy. You understand?"
"Yeah," I said unenthusiastically.
Patty continued playing with my dick. This seemed so
incongruous with what she was actually saying, but I wasn't
going to complain. Patty said, "Tomorrow, Kris and I will
come over, and it will be my last time. And after tomorrow,
that wonderful taste will be gone, anyway, so I guess it's
good timing."
"Will I ever see Patricia again?" I asked.
Patty thought for a few moments. "I'll tell you what.
If I feel in a wicked mood, and we're in a situation where we
can't hurt Toby or anybody else, I'll let you know by calling
you James."
I nodded. Is this how people broke up? It was an
entirely new experience for me.
"Jim, you must understand that while Kristen says that
she approves of the two of us being together, it still must
hurt her on some level. She knows we don't love each other,
but any girl would want exclusivity in a relationship."
I hadn't really thought of that. Kristen seemed to have
fun when the three of us played together. But Patty seemed
to understand the mind of females better than I did. She had
raised a pretty good point.
Patty saw me thinking. "Consider this: What if Kristen
wanted to blow Toby every morning before school? How would
you feel about it?"
I tried to imagine Kristen with somebody else's dick in
her mouth. I shook my head to clear the horrible thought.
"See?" Patty asked. "Consider how she must feel. You
must always consider her feelings, Jim. You are a wonderful
boy, but you are still growing up. You need to treat Kristen
special, and not give her any reason to doubt your feelings
toward her. Remember yesterday at the party? Let me guess
what happened."
"No, Patty," I said, not wishing to think about it.
"Yes, Jim," Patty was insistent. "Kristen brought you to
her room. She offered to give you the one thing that no
other girl had given you. And you turned her down. Right?"
"Kris told you?" I asked, not knowing how much the two
girls gossiped when they were alone.
"No, but I'm a girl," Patty explained. "You turned her
down, and look what she did. She threw you out. You
rejected her, and look how she reacted. We really screwed up
her mind with those tickets at Wendy's house. I didn't know
her before that, but I'd wager a guess that what you did is
still affecting her. She probably won't admit it, but it's
true.
"Kristen is a fragile girl. She's like a baby in some
respects. She's almost always got her way at home, and she
thought she had friends at school. Her life was happy, and
then you came into it and made her completely unsure of
herself. She realized that her friends really weren't her
friends. She realized that some people might actually have
reason to hate her. It was possibly the first time in her
life that she realized this. She found out that her world
was a lie! She's not completely stable. So... just love her
and make her know that you love her. It's working wonders
already."
Everything Patty said was true. I just hadn't put it all
together like that before. I didn't know what to say.
Patty stopped fondling me, and kissed me. "Love her,
Jim," she whispered. "I'll still be around, and I'll help
out however I can. She needs a friend, and I saw that and
became her best friend because I felt guilty at having been a
part of what those tickets had done to her. But we're really
friends now, as close as Cammie and I are. But Kristen needs
somebody to love her, also, and that's going to be your job."
I nodded. "I'll love her. I think you gave me the easy
job."
Patty pulled away from me and shook her head. "No, Jim.
Because you also have to let her know that you love her. Not
just in words, but in everything you do. That music session
the other day was wonderful. Do you know she listens to that
cassette over and over?"
"Yeah. She was even playing it when she was pissed at me
yesterday."
Patty smiled. "Just continue to be your normal loving
self. Help her, she needs a friend, and I can help you
there. But she needs somebody to actually love her."
The two of us were sitting on the benches, looking at
each other. The sauna door opened and Kristen came back in.
She noticed that my erection had gone down, and looked at
Patty and back at my crotch.
Before I could react, Kristen dove for my cock, sucking
it. I got hard inside her mouth. I expected Kristen to suck
longer, but she got up almost immediately. "I... I'm sorry."
I was very confused. Why was Kristen apologizing?
Kristen said, "I thought... I thought Patty had made you
shoot off, and I felt like I missed it. Sorry, Patty. I
never felt that way before..." Her voice trailed off.
I stood up and hugged Kristen, whispering to her that
everything was all right. I looked over to Patty whose
expression said, "See what I was talking about?"
As I hugged Kristen, Patty got up and picked up the towel
she was sitting on. "I need to cool off. I'll be in the big
pool."
Kristen left the sauna and said, "I'm really sorry. I
never felt that way about Patty before. I mean, I told her
myself she was welcome to do whatever she wanted with you,
and here I come in, thinking that you guys had done something
behind my back."
I continued hugging Kristen. "That's all right,
sweetheart. Patty and I didn't do anything. In fact, she
told me that she won't be seeing me any more in the mornings."
"Oh, Jim!" Kristen cried out. "This must be so
difficult for you!"
"No, Kris," I said gently. "It was quite easy, actually.
It saved me from having to ask her to stop."
Kristen pulled out of the embrace and looked me in the
eyes. "Are you serious?"
"Kristen... when you are in love with a Goddess, anything
else is a let down."
Tears welled up in Kristen's eyes, causing a bit of a
chain reaction in mine. "I'm not a Goddess. A bitch, maybe,
but not a Goddess."
"To my way of thinking, you're beautiful, smart,
sensuous, mischievous, and sweet. You're like the Goddess of
love... the one with curly hair."
"Curly hair?" Kristen asked, confused.
"Afro Dyty," I said, making the motions of running one of
those "picks" through my hair.
Kristen looked confused but got it after a couple of
seconds. She burst out in a fit of giggles, crinkling her
nose. "You have a stupid sense of humor, Jim!"
The two of us burst out of the sauna, causing Patty to
turn around in confusion and look at us to see what was wrong.
Without saying a word, Kristen and I dove into the pool
and swam up to Patty. Kristen, an excellent swimmer, got
there first, and I came up to her shortly after, making it a
three way hug.
After our swim, we got dressed. I was getting used to
wearing those slacks. Since it was getting late, I excused
myself for a second and found Kristen's kitchen. The
refrigerator was huge, and I opened the freezer compartment.
After a few seconds, I located a clear plastic container with
little globs of chocolate in it. I smiled and pulled a
cluster out of the container, and then found some cling wrap
and sealed up the tiny cluster. I put it into my shirt
pocket.
Kristen and Patty were in the den. Patty was watching a
rerun of the Patty Duke show on the television set. Kristen
was waiting for me, the keys to her Camaro in her hand.
"Ready?" Kristen asked.
"Yup." It was five thirty. We had plenty of time to get
me home before dinner. "Lead on, my fair Goddess!"
Patty looked up at me when I said that, smiling.
I smiled back at Patty and left with Kristen.
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