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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 18

    The next morning, I woke up early, a habit that I got
into when Patty had started coming over at dawn to give me my
daily blow job.  I had my usual morning erection, and I
normally would have gone to the bathroom to relieve the
hydraulic pressure that built up overnight.

    But Patty wasn't coming over today.  In a way, I felt
sad.  Our mornings together had never been entirely sexual.
Sure, I would receive a blow job, but I would usually
reciprocate by giving Patty a back rub, something I found
quite early that Patty really loved.  Very occasionally,
Patty would allow me to manipulate her, but she rarely
achieved orgasm that way on those occasions; it was as if she
was holding back from me.  Anyway, more importantly, the
times that we spent in the mornings were private times
between the two of us when we could talk, most of the time
about Kristen.

    Not having Patty coming over any more would take some
getting used to, and I hoped it wasn't too difficult to
handle.  Patty had actually told me a lot in the time we
spent alone in Kristen's sauna, and her remarks rang true.
Kristen was indeed fragile, and needed constant love and
attention.  As her boy friend, a large part of that would
have to be provided to Kristen by me.

    I had told Patty that was the easy part, but Patty
reminded that in addition to just loving Kristen, I needed to
remind her constantly that I did, and not just in words.

    I smiled as I thought about the music session I had
arranged for Kristen, singing "Hooked on a Feeling," complete
with a twenty person male chorus doing the "Ouga Chaka"
chants.  I had picked that song mostly because of Kristen's
mild addiction to me, and also because I had felt a need to
do something special for Kristen.  The direction of the song
was a bit wrong, since it was Kristen that "got it bad for
me" instead of me, the singer, having it bad for her.  But,
to tell you the truth, the sentiment was still true.  I was
in my own way hooked on her as well, although not as
physically addicted as she was.

    Patty told me that Kristen listened to that cassette I
made her over and over, and I knew that Kristen had been
listening to that cassette after she had her blow-up with me
at my birthday party.  Indeed, Kristen told me that she
listened to that cassette whenever she looked at a picture
that Wendy had taken of Kristen blowing me, and I could only
wonder what fantasies or memories that Kristen would have
while doing so.

    What else could I do special for Kristen?  I could
probably make another tape, especially with Mr. Proilet
having me do some after school work with people that knew how
to handle electronics.  I idly wondered what I could do for
an encore for Kristen.

    I smiled as I remembered playing the flute for Kristen at
the flea market, playing the James Pankow song, "Colour My
World."  I thought about its simple lyrics: plain, simple,
and to the point.  I could easily utter them to Kristen.
Doing it didn't require much in the way of participation: a
piano, bass, and a flute.  I could do everything except the
bass if I were to use a real multi-track system.

    Something nagged at me about that, though.  I mean, here
I was just thinking about doing rip-off covers of things
other people had done.  Anybody could hike a trail that was
so clearly marked, but it took a lot of talent to actually
blaze a new trail in the first place.  A cover of the Chicago
song would be nice, but it ultimately wouldn't be fulfilling
to me.

    As I contemplated these things, I was surprised when my
bedroom door opened up, and Patty and Kristen let themselves
into my room.  They were both dressed in similar dresses,
identical except for color.  Kristen's was light blue and
Patty's was pale green.

    The two girls saw my look of shock and giggled.  Kristen
said, softly, "I convinced Patty to come here one last time.
Is that all right with you?"

    I nodded, still quite surprised.  "Um... can you let me
go to the bathroom first?"

    Kristen said, "Oh... I guess so."

    I threw off the covers.  I had slept wearing only pajama
bottoms, and my erection poked out of the front.  Both girls
giggled again when they saw the morning wood.

    "Let's give him a kiss before he leaves us," Kristen
suggested.

    The two girls looked at one another and as if on cue,
they both knelt down on either side of me and moved their
heads toward my erection.

    I couldn't let this happen!  I knelt down and kissed both
girls quickly.  "We have time for this later," I said, hoping
that they wouldn't be insulted that I didn't allow them to
taste my cock.

    Kristen looked a little frustrated, probably as a result
of her addiction.  "I'll be right back.  I promise," I
assured the two of them, and swiftly left my room.

    Instead of heading for the bathroom, I ran downstairs
into the freezer in my kitchen, and retrieved my little
present for Kristen.  I then ran back upstairs and relieved
myself--with a bit of difficulty due to the stimulation from
the girls.

    Back in my room, I found that the two girls were still
dressed.  This was a bit of a surprise, since the girls
usually stripped the first thing when they entered my room in
the mornings.  I shrugged and went over to my bed and sat
down, looking at my two lovelies.

    Kristen's smile was forced, I could see.  She was not
happy for me making her wait before tasting my cock.

    "Kris... before you start, I have a surprise for you."

    Kristen looked doubtful.  "Another one?"

    I ignored her remark, and quickly reached underneath my
bed and pulled a single ticket out of my bag.  Patty looked
shocked as I handed it to Kristen.

    "You have one wish," Kristen said.

    "Jim... that's not a good..."  Patty started.

    "Shh," I said.  "I thought this through."  I looked up at
Kristen and said, "I want you to be aware of this wish,
Kristen."

    Kristen only nodded, not "finalizing" the wish with "Your
wish is my command."  I had hoped that would be the case, but
I'd use as many tickets as necessary to get this particular
wish done.

    "Kristen, do you remember your addiction to my dick and
my sperm?"

    Kristen nodded again, confused.  She seemed perfectly
aware of what I was saying, unlike most people when under the
powers of a ticket, although she was still standing
expectantly awaiting my wish.

    "Kristen, you are also addicted to this," I said, handing
her a single peanut from the chocolate covered peanut
cluster.  "In fact, you will find that you can satisfy your
craving with any dark chocolate covered peanut, and it will
also satisfy any other addictions that I may have given you,
although you won't have any cravings for this whatever."

    "Your wish is my command."

    Patty had a surprised look on her face.  I had my fingers
crossed, hoping that this wish would forever cure Kristen's
addiction to me, personally.

    Kristen looked confused, and thought a bit.  She then
popped the peanut into her mouth.  After a second or two, I
saw a big smile come to her face.

    Kristen actually managed to tackle me this time, throwing
her body on top of mine with such force that the entire
family must have heard it.  I didn't mind, though.  If
anybody came in, we were all fully clothed (well, I just had
on my bottoms, but that would be enough), although the
situation would indeed be compromising.  "Jim!"  she said,
interrupting herself by smothering my face full of kisses.
"It worked!"  More kisses.  "It really worked!"

    Patty still looked surprised, and then she smiled at the
two of us.

    I was proud of myself: I think that I had finally managed
to counter one of the biggest problems that those tickets had
caused me.  It had taken a lot of thought, but I figured that
if I couldn't cancel Kristen's addiction, the next best thing
would be to give her something she could use to ease the
craving--the same technique was used in methadone clinics,
which we learned about during assemblies at school which
attempted to teach the students about the horrors of drug
addiction.  I had also just given her a single
chocolate-covered peanut, so that it shouldn't cause any
other unpleasant side effects like making her gain a ton of
weight by having her need a lot of them.

    I started kissing Kristen back, and we continued in this
manner for a couple of minutes.

    Kristen finally pushed herself off of me.  "And I thought
I was going to surprise you this morning!  I can't thank you
enough.  I'm going to have to stop jumping to conclusions
about you."

    "What conclusions are you talking about?"  I asked.

    Kristen lowered her eyes.  "Saturday, in my room.  And
yesterday, in the sauna.  And this morning, right here, when
you wouldn't let me kiss your... you know..."

    "I didn't want to satisfy your craving that way, Kris."

    Kristen nodded.  "I know that now.  But at the time, I
thought you might prefer being alone with Patty or something."

    I shook my head.  "Listen, Kris.  I love you.  It's true
that I also love Patty in a way, but with her it's completely
different.  She's just a friend.  You are the one that means
everything to me.  And remember, you're the one that insisted
that she come here this morning."

    Kristen nodded and then turned to Patty.  "I know, and
I'm sorry... sometimes I just feel so... so... unsure..."

    Patty smiled and hugged her friend.  "That's all right,
Kris.  I understand completely."

    Kristen turned to me.  "Where did you get that peanut
from, anyway?  I know you didn't get to the mall after I told
you I liked these."

    "From the freezer in your parents' kitchen, actually," I
admitted.  "I stole a cluster, and put it into my family's
freezer when I got home.  I picked out a peanut from the
cluster, and came back up here."

    "Peanut cluster?"  Patty asked.

    Kristen giggled.  "You know the candy shop near the food
court?"

    Patty nodded.  "Yeah.  You can smell it a mile away.
Killer nuts."

    "Did you ever try the peanuts dipped in dark chocolate?"

    "No," Patty said, shaking her head.  "Sounds yummy."

    "Jim... get the rest of the cluster for Patty."

    I didn't need to go downstairs.  I had the plastic wrap
next to me on the bed, just in case a single peanut didn't
suffice.

    Patty took one of the peanuts and then looked at me.
"I'm not going to get addicted to these, will I?"

    I shrugged.  "If you do, it won't be because of me or my
tickets.  But I know how you love chocolate!"

    Kristen giggled at Patty, once again crinkling her nose.

    "Wow," Patty said, turning to Kristen.  "Really
delicious.  Want some?"

    "No, not now.  I know something that tastes even better,"
Kristen said, looking at my crotch.

    "I know what you mean," Patty giggled.  "Jim... I'm
really gonna miss this.  Have you thought about my request?"

    "Yes, Patty," I said.  "And I've decided to wait.  I
found out the hard way the trouble these tickets can cause.
It took me over a week to finally get Kristen's problem
fixed.  I'd hate to do something like that unintentionally
again."

    "I understand," Patty said, smiling at Kristen.

    "What request?"  Kristen asked.

    I considered whether to keep it a secret from Kristen,
but decided that honesty was the best policy.  "Patty wanted
me to somehow let her make a penis taste the same way, but it
would be a penis that she chooses, not mine.  In fact, I'd
put a condition on such a wish that it specifically wouldn't
work on mine."

    Kristen thought a moment and smiled.  "Oh."

    I changed the subject a bit.  "By the way, Kristen.
Where's the ticket I gave you?"

    Kristen looked at her hand, but it was empty.  "Um... I
know you gave it to me.  I don't remember putting it down."
She looked on the bed where she had tackled me, with Patty
helping her.

    "That's something that Merry noticed," I explained.
"They seem to disappear after they're used."

    "Weird," Patty said.

    Kristen wasn't convinced, but gave up looking after
another minute.

    "May I ask you girls a question?"

    The two girls looked at me.  Kristen answered, "What?"

    "Why aren't you undressed yet?  Or are you here for a
different reason?"

    "Oh!"  Kristen said.  "I said that I had a surprise for
you."  She looked at Patty, "Think you're ready?"

    Patty didn't answer, but actually looked nervous.

    I had no idea what the girls had planned, but if Patty
was nervous, it must be something interesting.

    "On the count of three," Kristen said, still looking at
Patty, who nodded in return.  "One... two... three!"

    Kristen and Patty started undoing their dresses.  They
were wearing almost identical dresses, different only in
color.  After a couple of seconds, the two dresses were in
piles on the floor, something I had never seen Patty do
before, actually.

    My eyes didn't look at the dresses.  They were glued on
the two girls.  They were both wearing very sexy lingerie.

    Kristen had remembered the effect that her lingerie had
on me, and the reaction happened again.  My dick stood at
attention.

    "So," Kristen said.  "Are you going to want to pull them
off with your teeth?"

    "God, no!"  I said, exhaling the breath I didn't realize
I had been holding.

    "Well, would you at least take them off gently?"

    "No way," I said.  "You look better in those than you do
naked."

    Kristen pretended to be insulted by my remark, but in
reality she knew the truth of what I was saying.  The only
reason such lingerie was even made was for their effect on
the male of the species.  Taking them off would be the moral
equivalent of taking a knife to the Mona Lisa, or at least,
making her wear one of those beanies with a propeller on the
top.

    I stared at the two wickedly dressed females.

    Kristen was wearing a different set than the other night.
For one thing, they were a little less transparent, hiding
her sparse blonde pubic hairs completely, although the dark
circles around her nipples were still easily viewable.  It
was also a light blue, almost the same hue as the dress that
she had just removed, although a bit paler in color.  Her bra
was strapless, and I wondered what marvel of modern lingerie
engineering was holding it up.

    "May I look a bit closer?"  I asked Kristen.

    "Feast yourself," Kristen giggled, her nose crinkling.

    I moved closer, and felt the material of her brassiere.
It was a bit more satiny than the lingerie she wore the other
day, its feel was quite soft to my fingers.  Kristen's nipple
tightened, even though my fingers were about an inch away.
Apparently, the softness of the material felt as nice to
Kristen as it did to me.  Upon close inspection, I saw two
small tan straps, almost identical to Kristen's skin color,
emerge from the top and bottom of the bra cups, wrapping
around her back below her armpits.

    I glanced behind Kristen, and saw the two bands met in
the middle of her back in a pale blue circle of material.  I
then returned my attention to the front of her bra.  I saw
that the two cups were held together underneath her cleavage
by a simple S-shaped light blue plastic connector.

    Moving my gaze downward, I inspected Kristen's panties.
They were the same color as her bra, and seemed to be a
fuller cut than the one she wore the other night.  The
hemline was closer to her belly button, about an inch below
it, and there was a lovely "X" etched in the lace at the
center top of the panty.  Whereas the panty Kristen had on
the other night had leg holes that moved in a downward slant,
these pantie's leg holes were almost horizontal, a darker
seam that was about a quarter inch above the bottom, allowing
the material to drape down a little.

    I could smell Kristen's musk very strongly, and I saw
that there was something lightly tan and pink just at the tip
of her crotch.  My mind thought it strange that these light
blue panties would have a tan inner lining, when I suddenly
realize that I wasn't looking at a lining at all.  What I was
looking at Kristen herself!

    Kristen giggled as I gasped, having realized that I made
my discovery.  She parted her legs slightly to give me a
better view.

    There was a hole where the bottom of her panties would
normally be.  The stitching around the edges of the hole
indicated that the hole was there intentionally.  I gasped as
I realized that Kristen could actually fuck somebody while
wearing those panties without having to push anything aside
or pull anything off.  I whistled lightly and I reached out
and touched the warm and inviting slit between Kristen's legs.

    "Wow," I breathed, not being able to come up with any
other words to describe Kristen's outfit.

    Kristen giggled again and said, "I guess that means he
likes it."

    Patty said, "Yeah.  He hardly looked at mine."

    Even if I had wanted to, my eyes simply refused to look
at anything other than my lovely blonde Goddess at that
moment.  Her lingerie looked so wickedly beautiful that it
was probably outlawed in most states.

    I felt a couple of hands touch my head, and Kristen
pulled me up and kissed me.  "Thank you for the compliment,"
she whispered.

    "What compliment?"  I asked, wondering if I had said
something while I was studying Kristen's outfit.

    "You said more in that one 'Wow!' than Don Juan himself
could have said in an hour," Kristen told me.

    "Yeah.  Wow!"

    "Patty would like you to see what she's wearing," Kristen
reminded me.

    That brought me back to earth.  I smiled at Kristen to
let her know that I had heard her, and to reassure her,
before turning my attention to Patty.

    Patty was standing with her hands on her hips and her
feet about two feet apart.  She smiled when I turned my
attention to her.

    Like Kristen, Patty's lingerie matched her dress color,
being a light pale green, just a hint lighter than her dress.

    Patty's bra was more in the standard style, like
Kristen's the other night.  However, it was unlike any bra
that I had ever seen (not that I had seen many in my fifteen
years).  It consisted of two lacy triangles with the points
on top that met in the middle of Patty's chest with a tiny
bow that seemed hand tied.  There were two identical pale
green straps that seemed to attach to the tip of the
triangles with a circular bit of plastic, the straps running
straight over Patty's shoulders, and eventually meeting the
bottom of each triangle, and also tied into a bow.  The
effect was mesmerizing.

    If Patty was wearing one of Kristen's bras, then it fit
her well, giving lie to all the comments that Patty made
about her boobs being too small.  Her aureolae were distinct
within the bra cups, and, unlike Kristen's, Patty's nipples
were a darker color.  Like Kristen's, Patty's nipples grew
erect as I lavished my attention on the material of her bra.

    Patty's panty seemed to be an identical match to the bra,
sporting only a single inverted triangle that pointed
downward.  The pale green of the panty made Patty's fine red
hairs underneath seem to appear darker than I had recalled
them being, and it was quite sheer.  There were two hand tied
bows at the top of this triangle, and a light green strap
moved straight behind Patty.  At the bottom of the triangle,
there seemed only to be a strap.

    "Try the other side," suggested Kristen.

    I looked up and saw Patty nod her head, giving me
permission.  I saw where the top bands had met each other,
but was startled by what I didn't see... there was no back to
the panty!

    Instead, the strap that ran from the bottom of the
triangle seemed to bury itself between the cheeks of her
lovely round bottom, to be exit approximately halfway between
the bottom of her rump to the top of her straps at the top,
splitting into two straps as it left her ass.

    "My god!"  I said.

    "You're right, Kris," Patty said.  "This man loves
lingerie!"

    "You guys are going to wear those to school?"  I asked,
astounded.  "What about gym class?"

    Kristen giggled.  "Any girls seeing us would simply be
jealous, although they would probably talk.  Lucky for us,
there's no requirement for gym class in twelfth grade."

    I shook my head.  "The two of you should be careful
walking up stairs, then.  Any teacher that saw what you're
wearing--or, rather, what you aren't wearing--would get a
heart attack, not to mention the erections any boy noticing
would sport!"

    "You're sweet," Kristen said.  "But we'll be careful,
Jim."

    The three of us realized that all this activity had
seriously eaten into our time that we'd normally spend
sucking and giving back rubs.  The girls willingly gave up
the back rubs, saying that my gawking had more than made up
for it.

    "What about the other..."  I stopped as I noticed two
ravishing beauties start toward me menacingly, pushing me to
the bed.  They both coordinated their moves, each one taking
a side of my pajama bottoms and pulling them off me.

    The two then lay on either side of me, happily licking my
rock hard erection, and doing nothing else to release the
pent-up pressure.

    I watched, dumbfounded, as the two girls just lay there
and licked me like a lollipop.  Neither one seemed hurried,
but I can see that both were savoring the taste of my cock
immensely.

    I wondered how these girls could be so heartless as to
not ease my condition.  Just a couple of well placed strokes
would have been all that they needed to do to get me off.
Maybe if one could just suck on the head a bit...

    My ass moved my crotch up and down, as if to give the
girls a clue as to what I had wanted.  Neither one seemed to
care.

    And then it happened.  With the girls simply licking me,
I felt a sudden contraction and I erupted unexpectedly,
surprising the two girls, and especially me!

    Neither girl seemed to be prepared for this to happen,
and they stayed there, staring and watching my cock erupt.

    My ass moved upward again, pushing toward the left where
Kristen lay, forcing my shaft to move against her frozen
tongue as I spewed out my seed.

    I think I spasmed about three times, with sympathetic
spasms afterward, and the two girls remained where they were,
watching my cock in stunned amazement.

    Then, after I had quieted down, they looked at each
other, and resumed their maddening licking, each girl now
trying to lick off some of the semen that had covered the top
portion of my shaft.  Their tongues felt electric, and my
erection didn't wilt.

    The girls weren't too successful at licking up the semen.
Since they were only using their tongues, there always seemed
to be a glob that would only end up moving away from their
tongues.  Again, the girls must have had some telepathic
signal between them, since Patty started moving some of the
obstinate globs toward Kristen's tongue, and later, Kristen
did the same for Patty.

    After about five minutes, my cock was almost clean, and
once again rock hard.  Kristen grinned at me wickedly, and
opened her mouth.

    Yeah, I thought.  Here comes the real thing!

    Kristen lowered her head onto my phallus and in a single
motion, took its entire length into her mouth and throat.
Then she moved up in an agonizingly slow motion, sucking and
clenching her lips against it, pulling her mouth off
completely.  She smiled at Patty; the job was complete.  My
dick was now completely clean!

    It wasn't until she and Patty got off the bed and stood
up that I realized that Kristen's most recent action had been
the shortest blow job of my young life--only one stroke!
This wasn't fair!

    The two girls faced each other, and both girls giggled at
each other.  I thought that they were giggling at my
predicament until they both turned to face me.

    Each of the two lovely girls had semen on their faces:
Kristen seemed to have gotten hit twice, once over her left
eye, and once near her chin; Patty had a streak that moved
from the side of her nose to her chin.  I stared at this
incongruous vision, and noticed that Patty also seemed to
have had a bit of semen land in her lovely red hair.

    The girls didn't seem to mind at all, and if my dick
hadn't already been rock hard at that point, seeing them
wearing my spunk would have done it in a second.

    Patty was the first to speak.  "Kris is all goobery on
her face," she said.

    "Goobery?"  I said confused, never having heard that term
before.

    Kris countered, "You have a couple of goobers as well.
Including one in your hair!"

    "My hair!"  Patty said, suddenly horrified.

    "Don't worry," Kristen said softly.  "I'll help you clean
it.  Let's get dressed."

    Instead of dressing, each girl cleaned the other girl's
face using their hands and licking up the residue.  Then they
got dressed, Kristen helping Patty make sure that she didn't
get any semen from her hair onto her dress.  Of course,
watching the two girls go at each other did nothing to ease
my rigid erection.

    I found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and Kristen rolled
her eyes at me.  "Those slacks weren't enough.  We're going
to have to get him a new wardrobe!"

    The two girls left to head for my bathroom as I finished
dressing, my erection still being a bit uncomfortable.

    As I left my room, the two girls were just leaving the
bathroom.  I walked downstairs with them.  The three of us
exchanged pleasantries with everybody, and I once again
noticed the usual tension in my mother's eyes.  I wondered
how I'd be able to convince her that I wasn't a nefarious
drug dealer (or worse!) without having to resort to using a
ticket on her.

    When I went outside, I was surprised to see that the
girls had taken both of their cars.  Normally, I would drive
with Kristen, but with today being Patty's "final
performance" with me, I wanted to talk with her--make sure
she was still a friend.  Kristen reluctantly agreed to let me
drive with Patty to school, and I made a mental note to
devote extra time to Kristen when we met at lunch.

    In Patty's car, Patty said, "What's up with your mother?"

    I sighed.  "Remember when I told you that she thought I
was dealing drugs?  Well, she's still a little unconvinced, I
think.  It's difficult to explain to her why I'm all of a
sudden so popular with older girls."

    Patty turned and looked at me, scaring me a bit, since
she was driving.  "Is she still thinking that?"

    "Patty... keep your eyes on the road!"  I said.  Then I
added, "Yes, I'm serious.  We've talked, but I'm not sure
she's totally convinced.  You have to admit that from her
point of view, things are pretty weird."

    "Yeah, I guess," Patty said.

    I got to the point.  "Patty... the reason I'm here right
now instead of in Kristen's Camaro is that I really want to
make sure that you will continue to be my friend.  And
Kristen's."

    Patty said, "Of course!  But it's best right now if I
cool it with you, Jim.  I mean, you have Kristen right now,
and I have Toby, if we ever get that far.  I'm really happy
that my two best friends are so much in love with one
another."

    "You really consider me your best friend?"  I asked.

    "Yes.  Kristen, too."

    I considered this and said, "I'm glad to have you as a
friend.  I'll miss our mornings together, but it's the
closeness we had that I want to continue."

    As Patty turned into the school parking lot, I saw her
shake her head.  "You know, Jim.  Sometimes, you act like the
young kid you are.  And then other times, like now, you act
like you're an adult.  I like that about you.  Most kids your
age would miss the sex and wouldn't give a damn about
friendship."

    "Well," I said, pondering my true feelings, "I figure
with my tickets, I could probably have sex with anybody that
I wanted.  And I guess I have.  I made a royal fuck-up with
Kristen, however, and now I know that even with the tickets,
there are still consequences for these sorts of things."

    Patty had parked the car, and the two of us were just
talking now.  I had seen Kristen park nearby, and realized
that my talk with Patty would soon be over.

    Patty said, "Yeah.  I guess having the tickets could make
you grow up pretty fast.  I can still remember that day when
I told you that Kristen was a junkie.  The look on your face
is probably etched forever in my mind.  But you've come
through, and you're even better than the person that I had
originally seen in you."

    I moved over toward Patty and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm glad you'll still be our friend.  I've found your advice
to be very useful in the past, and that's the important thing
to me now."

    Patty smiled.  "You should go out and tell Kristen you
love her.  I don't think you can ever tell her that enough.
And if you ever need a friend, I'll be around."

* * *

    I was surprised to see Camille at fourth period lunch.  I
was looking for Patty and Kristen, and saw Camille looking
around the lunch room with a serious expression on her face.

    "Hi, Camille," I said, smiling.  "I didn't know you had
lunch this period!"

    "I don't," Camille answered.  "I skipped physics class to
find you and Kristen.  Patty said you both have lunch this
period."

    "Where is Patty?"  I said, looking around again now that
Camille had mentioned her.

    Camille frowned.  "Patty got called into the office first
period.  Apparently, her aunt passed away this morning, and
her mom wants her to fly out to Newark to be around for the
funeral."

    I was stunned.  I had known that Patty's aunt wasn't
doing very well, but I still hadn't expected her to die, and
Patty to have to fly off to be with her mother.

    I didn't know what to say in response.

    Camille said, "Patty asked me to see if I could be a
little closer to you and Kristen; she says that the two of
you need a good friend, and now she's going to be away.  I
told her that I'd be happy to do so."

    That was Patty for you.  In the midst of her own family
crisis, she still thought about her friends.

    Camille had a wicked smile.  "So, I guess I get to visit
you in the mornings, huh?"

    Without thinking, I said, distractedly, "Patty's not
visiting me in the mornings anymore."

    I think that Camille was surprised by that, but then she
noticed Kristen and excused herself quickly to update her on
Patty.

    As I stood alone in the lunch room, I wondered if I'd be
able to survive being without Patty's helpful advice.
Camille was a nice person, but she and I had never really
clicked, and I didn't know exactly why.  Patty always had
nice things to say about her, and I knew that Patty was as
close to Camille as she was with me and Kristen.

    Camille came back with Kristen in tow.

    Kristen saw me and hugged me, tears in her eyes.
"Camille told me about Patty's aunt."

    Dumbly, I nodded.

    Camille watched us, not saying anything for a few
moments.  As Kristen and I broke off our hug, I saw Camille
again, and without thinking, just pulled her into a three way
hug with Kristen and me.

    The three of us hugged, and then we emerged and went into
the cafeteria for our ration of swill that the school
district passes off as food.

    Camille didn't get anything from the food line, but sat
with us and talked.  At first, I was a bit uneasy.  I had
spoken with Camille in the past, but it was usually just
gossip sessions.  I just didn't have the same relationship
with Camille that I had with Patty.

    But Camille and Kristen seemed to get along nicely.  They
had similar classes, and soon the two of them were talking
about school work.

    I wasn't really listening to the two of them, but instead
was fantasizing about the lingerie show that I had witnessed
earlier this morning.  I wondered if Patty would be wearing
her green lingerie when she got off the plane in Newark, and
what her poor mother would think.

    "Jim?  Jim?  Is anybody home?"

    I looked up at Camille, who had asked the question.
"Um... sorry.  I was just thinking."

    "About what?"  Kristen asked.

    I blushed, knowing exactly what I was thinking, and
didn't answer Kristen.

    Camille noticed my blush and picked up on what I was
thinking.  "It wouldn't happen to be pale green, would it?
Patty told me about it before class began.  I wish I could
have seen your expression.  Patty said it was priceless!"

    I blushed more when I realized that Patty had been
talking about me.

    "Actually, I was thinking of something pale blue," I
said, remembering Patty's advice for me to not give Kristen
any reason to be jealous.

    Camille looked confused, and then realized that Kristen
was wearing blue and probably had on exotic lingerie as well.
Kristen actually blushed a little, crinkling her nose and
giggling.

    "Well, at least your back with us now," Camille said.

    The subject was now on exotic lingerie, and Kristen told
Camille about the items she managed to collect over the last
year.  "My mom gave me a catalog from this place in
Hollywood."

    "So awesome.  Too bad I'm not your size."  Camille had
larger breasts than Kristen, although not of the epic
proportions that Wendy sported.  Camille was also thinner and
less muscular than Kristen.

    "Oh, I could probably find something that would fit you,"
Kristen said, smiling.  "Sometimes cup size doesn't matter
for some of them.  And a lot of them don't use elastics, and
are manually adjustable."

    I didn't have much to add to this conversation, so I just
listened to Camille and Kristen talk about lingerie, and then
fashion, and then whatever else happened to cross their minds.

    At the end of lunch, I gave Kristen a kiss, reminding her
that I loved her, and I hugged Camille tightly, and left for
my fifth period class, gym.

    In the boys' locker room, I had just sat down when I was
shocked to see Camille calmly walk in and through the room,
passing me with a smirk.  All the boys stared at the
cheerleader who so casually walked right past them into the
coach's office.

    A few minutes later, Coach Dillard came out of his office
and said, "Camille Lombardi told me that there was a serious
situation regarding a friend of your family, and that you are
excused for the day."

    Huh?  Serious situation?  What was up?

    Camille walked out of the coach's office, causing a few
boys to run around to another hallway.

    Coach Dillard heard the commotion and turned to Camille.
"I wish you wouldn't do that, Cammie."

    The cheerleader smiled her wicked smile, and said, "I'm
supposed to get Jim.  I'm just following orders, Coach."

    "Like hell you are, Cammie."  The coach turned to me and
said, "Good thing you're not out of your street clothes, Mr.
Crittenhouse.  You're excused.  And take Camille out of here,
pronto!"

    I still couldn't believe the Camille had the audacity to
walk unannounced--TWICE!--into the boys' locker room.  She
knew the kind of reaction that the tenth graders would have,
and I could bet she loved it.

    I hurriedly got my gym bag and grabbed Camille's arm and
led her out.  I could hear some whispering going on as I left.

    "What the hell is this all about?"  I demanded.

    "If we hurry, we can meet Patty at her house before she
leaves for the airport.  I'm driving her, so I figured you'd
like to go."

    Of course I wanted to see Patty before I left.  "And you
arranged for the vice principal to release me from school?"

    "No. I just told Coach Dillard that.  They won't check.
I've cut classes many times before."

    "What about Kristen?"  I asked, knowing how my girl
friend also liked Patty.

    Camille frowned.  "I asked her in the lunch room after
you left, and she's not the kind of girl that cuts classes.
She said she'd drive over to your house to pick you up later
on today."

    Humph.  I also wasn't one to cut classes, but I didn't
mention that to Camille.  "Why didn't we leave during lunch?"

    "Patty wouldn't have been home then," Camille said.  "She
told me she needed to get some things from Kristen's, and
then she'd be at her house.  She should be there in about
fifteen minutes."

    "Fine," I said, letting Camille lead me to her car.

    Like Wendy's Datsun, Camille had a small foreign car, a
red 1970 Toyota Corolla station wagon.  It had a dark red
interior, and unfortunately, it didn't have any air
conditioning.

    Camille started driving, and I immediately noticed that
we weren't heading for Patty's place.  I pointed this out.

    "Patty won't be home for fifteen minutes," Camille
explained.  "I just want to park and talk.  OK?"

    I didn't entirely trust Camille, since she had made
sexual overtures to me in the past.  My worries increased as
I noticed she turned into Lake Shore Point.

    Camille saw my worried look and said, "Don't worry.  I
won't bite.  Patty told me to be a friend to you, not a
sexual partner."

    I wasn't entirely convinced, but let her park anyway.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"

    "Well, Patty said that in order to be a good friend to
you, I need to listen to you, and give you advice when you
ask for it, and try to warn you when you look like you're
heading in the wrong direction."

    That certainly sounded like Patty.  I didn't know what
Camille was trying to say, though.

    "Patty also said it's easier with Kristen," Camille
continued.  "Kristen just needs a friend, and once you know
her, it's difficult to dislike her.  Patty is right about
that one.  I saw how she opened up at lunch."

    "So?"  I said, still not getting Camille's point.

    "I know you're a little afraid of me," Camille said.
"I've kidded you about having sex, and I guess Patty had
warned me a few times about that.  But it was all in fun,
Jim.  I know that if you said, 'I want to fuck you in the
ass,' then somehow, I'd be baring my ass and presenting it to
you, whether or not I wanted to.  I saw what happened that
first night at Kneely Park, and what you did to Kristen.  I
just want you to know that I'm also a little afraid of you,
too."

    "Camille, I'd never..."

    "Ssh," Camille said.  "I know you need a friend, and you
need somebody with experience to help you.  I'm not the best
person when it comes to love.  I'm not as trusting as Patty
is.  I saw her open her heart to somebody when she was your
age and how that person pissed all over her.  There was very
little I could do to help her, and I've been her friend for
ages!"

    "I know about that.  Patty told me..."

    "That's the point," Camille said.  "She told you!  The
two of you are very close friends, maybe even closer than I
am with Patty.  She NEVER told me what happened.  And until a
week ago, I never even knew who the boy was.  I just pieced
things together over the last year or so."

    "I never knew that," I said, although I now remembered
that Patty had said she had never told anybody about it until
she told me.

    "I just want you to trust me," Camille said.  "I know
that I'll never be as close to you as you are with Patty, but
give me a chance.  I like you dearly, although, I guess...
I'm maybe a little afraid of you."

    "OK," I said.  "And trust me, too.  I promise that I
won't force you to do anything.  I think that part of my life
is gone.  I saw what I did to Kristen."

    Camille nodded.  "You looked like crap after you saw what
you did to Kristen.  But then, you sort of made things
better, somehow.  I know that Patty kind of helped you, but
that was something that only you could fix, and you did.
Patty wants me to remind you that you are basically a good
person deep down.  'Trust your instincts,' Patty said."

    I nodded.

    "I think Patty's home now.  Wanna see her off?"

    I smiled.  "Yeah."

    Camille started her car, and backed out of her parking
space.  "Talking about ass fucking..."

    I rolled my eyes.  Sex was usually prominent in Camille's
vocabulary.

    Camille didn't see my reaction and continued.  "You know
what we call it in Italian?  It's called 'innuendo.'"

    It took about ten seconds for the pun to register.  Then
I got a case of the giggles.

    Camille turned to me for a second and smiled, returning
her attention to the road.  "Good.  Didn't want things to get
too serious!"

* * *

    Patty was pleasantly surprised to see me, and insisted
that the two of us sit in Camille's back seat.  I turned to
Camille and said, "You can just pretend you're our chauffeur!"

    Patty and Camille snorted at that, and Camille took it in
stride.

    On the way to the airport, Patty told me much the same
things that Camille had already repeated from Patty.  I told
her that I understood, and that Camille and I were already
trying to get a bit closer.

    At the airport, we walked Patty to the gate.  Due to some
weird freak of nature, the flight was unfortunately on time.
As Camille and I gave Patty a farewell hug, I assured her
that all of us wanted her mother to know that we expressed
our condolences.

    It was almost four when we got back to the car, and
Camille drove me home.  We didn't say much, thinking about
how our close friend would be gone for a week.

    "Do you have any plans for tonight?"  Camille asked.

    "You told me that Kristen was going to pick me up
tonight."

    "Oh, yes," Camille smiled, her long blonde hair looking
very much like Kristen's.  For a moment, I wanted to run my
fingers through her hair, but checked that behavior.
"Please, Jim.  Call me Cammie."

    "All right, Cammie."

    After Camille dropped me off, I considered for one of the
first times how much Camille and Kristen resembled one
another.  They both had long blonde hair, although their
faces were different: Camille actually looked a bit like
Marcia Brady from the television show, whereas Kristen's face
was much rounder (lovelier to my way of thinking).  I knew
from seeing Camille nude that her pubic hair was much darker
than Kristen's as well.

    If Camille wanted me to be her friend, I'd let her, and
I'd try to reciprocate.  However, I made up my mind that I
would not in any way endanger my relationship with the love
of my life by having sex with Camille.  Her attitude toward
sex was too casual for me; the one person that I wanted was
Kristen.
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