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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 19
Kristen's car arrived in front of my house at about seven
that evening, and I told my mother I'd be back before ten, my
curfew on school nights.
Inside the Camaro, I was surprised to see Patrice in the
back seat. I had wanted to talk with her, and I'd been
thinking of how to arrange a time when the two of us could be
alone. I made a mental note to try to work out a time with
Patrice when we could talk.
As I mentioned before, Patrice had been a friend of mine
until she reached junior high, and was only now being nice to
me again. However, she seemed shyer than I had remembered
her to be, and she also seemed hesitant to be close to me. I
wanted to find out why she seemed to feel that way, and if
there was anything I could do.
Kristen smiled as I got into the car. "What's the
attaché case for?"
"I told Mom that you might help me with my homework," I
said, grinning.
"Good thinking," Kristen said. "I have tomorrow night
planned. Did you tell your mom about that yet?"
"No. I'll need to do it when I get home." I sighed,
trying to figure out how to tell my mother that I'm spending
the night with Kristen... on a school night, even!
"OK. Don't put it off, Jim."
We drove to Kristen's place in silence, and the three of
us went upstairs to Kristen's play room.
Once the door was closed, Kristen told Billy that we were
Do Not Disturb, but to remind us, wherever we were, when it
was a quarter to ten.
I thought that this was strange, as Kristen only used the
Do Not Disturb code when the two of us were playing around.
Kristen looked at Patrice and said, "Vanessa, to the
kitchen."
Patrice nodded silently and disappeared into the next
room.
"Vanessa?" I asked, confused.
"It's her middle name. I'll explain in a few minutes.
Have a seat."
Kristen's tone commanded authority, and I instinctively
did as I was told and sat down on one of Kristen's easy
chairs. Kristen didn't say anything more, but sat down on a
love seat.
A minute passed without anything else being said, until
Kristen yelled, "VANESSA! NOW!"
Patrice came out of the kitchen. My jaw dropped as I saw
that she was completely nude.
"Yes, ma'am," Patrice said.
"Introduce yourself to James," Kristen ordered.
Patrice glanced nervously at Kristen, and then slowly
moved toward me. She then knelt down between my legs. My
dick, which had started getting hard when I saw Patrice's
nudity, got harder as I recognized Patrice's obviously
subservient position. She quietly but quickly unbuttoned my
slacks, and then pulled down the zipper. She grabbed the
waistband and I lifted my butt as she pulled my pants and
boxers down to my ankles.
I watched in stunned silence as Patrice did this. She
then looked up at me and said, "I'm Vanessa," and bowed her
head and put my dick into her mouth. She crossed her hands
in front of her, each hand placed on an opposite thigh. My
mouth was agape as she knelt there, not sucking me.
Kristen said, "Very good, Vanessa. Just as I asked."
I was confused as all hell. Why was Patrice doing this
to me? Why was she letting Kristen order her around? And
why was she being called Vanessa?
"I can see you're confused, James," Kristen said,
smiling. "I've had a long talk with Patrice this afternoon
after school. I told her that I noticed that she seemed very
uncertain about being with you. Isn't that right, Vanessa?"
Patrice moved her head up, turned it around to face
Kristen. "Yes, Ma'am," she said, and quickly resumed her
position with my penis in her mouth.
Kristen continued. "For some reason, Patrice was scared
of you. She said that she wasn't sure why. But she also
wanted to be a regular member of our circle of friends, and
felt that her hesitation about being close to you could
interfere with that. When I explained about our weekly
nocturnal sessions, for instance, she didn't know if she'd be
able to participate. I felt quite bad for her."
Kristen looked down at Patrice, who was still holding my
erect penis in her mouth. Kristen continued, "Anyway, I
swore Patrice to secrecy, and then took the liberty of
telling her about the way you and Patty would play together.
I told her that it was completely voluntary on Patty's part,
but she liked taking your orders. I explained to Patrice how
Patty described her feelings about it. I hope you're not
angry with me for telling Patrice about that, but I thought
it could help."
I was surprised that Kristen would tell Patrice about the
game that Patty and I played. "I don't think I'm angry, but
you should really tell Patty." I looked down at Patrice's
black hair in my lap. She still wasn't moving. I felt a bit
of her saliva drooling down my shaft, but it was not an
unpleasant feeling.
Kristen nodded. "I talked about it with Patty the other
day, actually. It was her suggestion. But to get back to
the point, I convinced Patrice that it might be a good idea
to do the same thing, with me telling her what to do. I
warned her that I would almost definitely have her do things
to you, and she said she would, within reason. Isn't that
correct, Vanessa?"
Once again, Patrice moved her head up and confirmed
Kristen's statement before resuming her position with her
head bowed and my dick in her mouth.
I asked, "But why the name 'Vanessa?'"
Kristen smiled. "Patrice is her full name; it's not
Patricia, like Patty's is. And calling her 'Patricia' when
Patty might be around could confuse the two of them. So, we
agreed to use her middle name, which is Vanessa."
Patrice was still kneeling quietly, holding my penis in
her mouth, still not sucking or trying to get me off in any
way. It was an erotic sight, not to mention the feeling of
her warm lips around my shaft.
"Anyway," Kristen continued. "I told her that she would
have to introduce herself to you, and she has done so... an
outstanding job, I must say. And now, Vanessa has something
she would like to say."
I waited for Patrice to pull her head up again, but she
didn't. Instead, she said, "Oy'm sowwy for beimg a buch all
these yearms. Pwease forgim me."
Kristen smiled at me. I felt a bit weird, like this was
one of Patty's reenactments of Kristen's humiliation. I
didn't need a translator to tell me what Patrice had said.
"I forgive you, Patrice," I said.
I felt a bit of a suck as Patrice nodded her head.
"Thamk yoom, James."
Kristen smiled. "That's so nice. And now we get to
attend to Kristen's punishment. I have given her two
choices. The first is ten hits from the cane... a very
painful punishment. The second is the orgasm torture.
Vanessa has yet to choose."
"Cane?" I asked.
Kristen said, "A friend gave my dad a special cane like
the ones they use in the Far East for people that due
despicable crimes. The caning is public, like in a town
square, and they use a rattan cane like the one my father
has. I've heard that the punishment, when performed by
somebody skilled in the practice, can cause permanent scars.
Now, I have no desire to cause any real injury to Patrice,
and I don't intend to use my father's cane. But I thought
the idea was interesting."
Patrice actually shuddered at Kristen's description.
"Wow," I said, also stunned at the ferocity of such a
punishment.
Kristen said, "Vanessa. You may finish introducing
yourself to James and then stand up."
Patrice moved her head up out of my lap, and looked at me
in the eyes. "James. Please call me Vanessa."
I didn't know exactly what to say. "OK, Vanessa," I
finally managed to say.
Patrice smiled, and then gave me a quick kiss on the
lips, whispering, "Thank you for forgiving me." She then
stood up at attention, her whole body exposed to me.
"So, Vanessa," said Kristen. "Which shall it be?
Caning, or orgasm torture?"
Patrice turned toward Kristen, and answered softly, "Um.
The orgasm torture."
Kristen smiled. "Good! My favorite! I think orgasms
are so much fun, right James?"
I had no idea what this other torture was about.
Actually, the word scared me. And there was something about
Kristen's entire behavior--it was something that I had never
really seen before, except maybe a bit before I had turned
Kristen down when she had wanted to have intercourse. This
behavior was scaring me.
I still had my attaché case, having taken it from the
car. I quickly opened it and found my ticket roll, selecting
one of the tickets. I tapped Patrice on the back of the leg
closest to me to get her attention, and handed her the
ticket, which she automatically accepted.
"You have one wish."
Kristen looked at me, confused.
I ignored Kristen for the moment, turned my attention to
Patrice and said, "Patrice, I want you to answer my questions
with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,
until you hear me say, 'Truth Serum Off.'"
"Your wish is my command."
Kristen looked a bit less nervous, probably because my
wish seemed to not have any serious consequences.
"Patrice," I asked. "How do you really feel about this
whole 'Vanessa' thing?"
Patrice thought. "I'm not too comfortable with this
being a long term thing. But Kristen assured me that either
of us could quit at any time."
I nodded. "Good thinking, Kristen."
Kristen nodded.
"Patrice, why do you seem to be so reluctant to be with
me?"
There was no hesitation now. "I have had a bad feeling
that something distasteful involving you has happened. I
cannot quite think what it is, but I know it's something to
do with you, and that I have been feeling this way for the
last couple of weeks."
I sighed. This seemed to be another side effect from the
tickets. I had told Patrice to forget things. Apparently,
they may forget, but I guess that there might be some traces
of the memories that remain for some reason. I recalled that
Patrice's brother Jack had some similar problems for the same
reason a while back.
"So how does this 'Vanessa' thing fit in?"
Patrice answered, "I think that whatever it is that I
feel about you has to do with the fact that I've been a real
bitch over the last few years. I need to make it up to you.
And if I do something to make it up, then I might not feel so
bad. I mean, I'll always remember how I turned my back on
some friends, but it's sort of like I have done some sort of
sentence for it, and it maybe will remind me in the future."
Wow. I never knew such things could run so deep. I
guess I could understand how a punishment could be seen as a
final end to something, and maybe a new beginning of
something else. About ten or twenty years later, most people
would refer to this as "closure," although I don't think any
of us had heard of that term at the time.
I looked at Kristen. "I'm satisfied, Kris. Are you?"
Kristen said, quietly, "I admit that I was feeling a
little uneasy about this, but I also remember how all the
girls and you became friends with me after I was...
humiliated... in front of them. And, as Patrice pointed out,
she's doing this of her own free will. I'm not blackmailing
her, nor is anything else compelling her. Hearing her
truthful feelings, I don't have any doubts now."
I smiled. I hadn't thought about Kristen's humiliation,
except partly when Patrice had my cock in her mouth and was
forced to talk, but Kristen was right. It sort of had some
kind of cleansing effect on the girls. It was quite possible
that the girls had felt a bit of guilt at being part of my
near devastation of Kristen. However, I also remembered that
Camille had just told me earlier that day that she was still
a little scared of me because of what she had seen me do to
Kristen. I knew that I would have to work hard to make sure
that all the girls never had reason to worry about me in the
future.
I turned my attention back to Patrice, who was still
standing at attention, nude. "Very well, Patrice. Truth
serum off."
Patrice's stature relaxed a bit, and she shook her head
as she came out from under the spell of the ticket.
Kristen immediately took charge. "All right, Vanessa.
Pick up your clothes and head for the main house."
"Kris! What about your parents?" I asked.
"Fund raiser until after midnight."
I sighed, and pulled up my pants. I wondered where
Kristen's torture chamber would be. I wouldn't put it past
Kristen to have a dungeon somewhere underneath her parents'
house!
In addition, I was also starting to feel uneasy about
Patrice's punishment. For some reason, I kept seeing Patty's
disapproving face in my mind.
It didn't take long to find out Kristen's intentions.
She led Patrice and me into the main house and into the
Solarium, which is where the pool and spa were located. She
headed for the spa, and flipped a switch that turned on the
lights above it.
"Vanessa," Kristen said, pointing into the hot tub. "I
think you know where I want you to sit for the orgasm
torture!"
Patrice stared at the hot tub, and then looked up at
Kristen. She nodded gingerly.
"Then get there. I want you to sit there through five
orgasms. And they don't count if you don't have a dick in
your mouth. Get going!"
My uneasiness finally got the best of me. "Wait!" I
said, surprising both girls.
"What's up, James?" Kristen asked.
"This is wrong. I can't be a part of this."
I now knew what was bugging me.
Both Kristen and Patrice looked confused. "What's wrong,
James? You know for a fact that Vanessa has no problem with
this."
"I have a problem with it."
I sighed, wondering how I'd be able to explain this to
Patrice. I shook my head and found one of the deck chairs,
and sat down, putting my head in my hands.
Kristen moved over to me. "What's wrong, Jim?" she
asked, concern showing in her voice. "You know that Patty
likes doing these things. What's wrong with Patrice doing
them? She told you that she wants to be punished."
I thought for a few moments, trying to put my misgivings
into words. Finally, I said, "It's not fair to Patrice."
The two girls were now totally confused.
"Patrice," I called out. "Please come over here with us;
right here, as a friend, and not as Vanessa."
Patrice came over looking confused. "What's wrong?"
"This isn't fair to you," I said. "I need to tell you
something."
"What?"
I looked from Patrice to my beloved Kristen and then back
to Patrice. I had actually been thinking about this since
the previous morning, and now I knew that I had to get this
off my chest. I stood up, and finally got my courage.
"Patrice, you apologized for your behavior. And I accepted
your apology. Now I'm going to have to ask you to accept
mine."
Both girls still looked confused.
"Patrice, you have some sort of apprehension about me,
don't you?"
Patrice slowly nodded.
Finally, Kristen figured it out. But I saw worry on her
face.
I continued. "Did Kristen ever tell you what I did to
her?"
Patrice nodded. "She just said you humiliated her, but
nothing specific about what you actually did."
"OK. I did humiliate her, and I did so in front of
Patty, Wendy, and Camille," I admitted. "I was angry at
Kristen, because I blamed her for turning you against me.
Did you know that?"
Patrice looked shocked. "No! I had no idea..."
I continued, interrupting Patrice. "And, I wasn't just
mad at her. I was also mad at you. I did sort of the same
thing to you, too. Only... you don't remember it. I forced
you to tell me personal things. Like about Ricky Lane..."
Patrice's look of confusion turned to one of
embarrassment.
I pressed on, "And Donny Erickson. Do you know what I'm
talking about?"
Patrice slowly nodded, wondering how I could know about
those boys.
"And I went further. You don't remember, but it was just
a couple of weeks ago."
"I don't remember! I'd never tell you about those boys.
Kristen probably heard about them from Dale!"
Kristen interrupted gently. "Patrice... Dale's no longer
at school. She's pissed at me. You know that."
"So... how does he know?" Patrice asked. "And if I told
him, why don't I remember?"
I had to get this off my chest, but I didn't know if I
should tell Patrice about the tickets. I looked to Kristen
for support, but I couldn't read her expression. She seemed
to be waiting for me to make a move.
"I... let's just say I sort of hypnotized you," I said,
remembering Patty's description from the other night. "I
told you to forget. But, deep down, there's part of you that
seems to remember. I humiliated you, which is why you feel
the way you do about me."
"Can you let me remember?" Patrice asked.
"I... probably not," I admitted, knowing that I could
never fully negate a wish that had been granted. "I think it
was a fluke that I managed to... um... hypnotize you in the
first place." I didn't want Patrice to think that I could do
something like that again.
"OK. Say I believe you. Why are you telling me now?"
"That's easy, Patrice," I said. "You apologized to me
for the way you've behaved over the last few years. I need
to apologize to you for what I've done, which is probably
much worse. I didn't really realize how terrible my behavior
was at the time, but I've managed to learn some things in the
last couple of weeks."
Patrice stood there, considering my words. Then, a look
of horror appeared on her face. "Jim? Does this maybe have
to do with oral sex?"
So, Patrice knew! "Um... yeah..."
"Was it in my living room?"
"Yeah," I said, waiting for the next question.
Patrice looked at me, her eyes opening wide and then
clenching shut repeatedly, as her mind reeled over what she
was learning.
I shut my eyes, wondering what I should say to Patrice.
Nothing came to mine.
Then I heard a loud SLAP and my hand automatically went
to my cheek to feel it redden. I saw a blur from the right
side, where Kristen had just been standing, but she was gone.
She was now behind Patrice, holding her arm behind her back.
Kristen had moved so fast that I didn't even see it.
Kristen took charge. "Patrice, Jim may have deserved
that. I'm not hurting you right now, but I can't have you
two fighting in here. If you want, I'll set up mats in the
exercise room."
My jaw was wide open. Patrice had slapped me, and
Kristen had used some sort of Karate move to keep Patrice
from doing it again.
"Please let me go, Kristen," Patrice said.
Kristen looked to me, and I nodded.
Patrice ran to me, and I saw a worried look in Kristen's
eyes. But Patrice stopped as she got near me again, saying,
"Tell me what happened. Tell me everything."
I sat Patrice down next to me, and I told her the story
as I had told it to Patty and Kristen. The only part that
was different was the beginning. I made up a story that I
had found Patrice mostly asleep watching television, and I
took advantage of her half-asleep state to put her into a
hypnotic trance.
When I finished my story, Patrice said, "You kissed me
afterward?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "You said that Donny..."
Patrice interrupted. "Yeah, he made me feel like a
whore."
I gave Patrice time to absorb the information. I looked
at Kristen, who smiled at me, but had the beginnings of tears
in her eyes.
Patrice sighed, and said, "I really need to think on
this." She turned to Kristen and said, "You said I could
stop playing this game at any time. I need to stop this for
tonight. I really need to collect my thoughts."
Kristen nodded.
Patrice got up, found her clothes, and started dressing.
When she finished, Kristen said, "Patrice, I'd like to spend
a moment alone with Jim. Can I meet you at my car in five
minutes?"
"Yeah."
The two girls hugged, and I noticed that I didn't receive
a hug. Well, I wouldn't blame Patrice if she never forgave
me, but I felt a bit better now that I had told her. I never
realized how much it had been eating away at me before.
When Patrice left, Kristen said, "That took courage."
I nodded, feeling sad that I might lose a close friend
that I had just gotten back a short time ago.
"I'm proud of you, Jim."
The two of us kissed. It was not one of Kristen's
erection specials, but a very tender moment of sharing
between the two of us.
As we walked out of the Solarium, I made another
observation, one that really disheartened me: Kristen hadn't
once tried to assure me that Patrice would forgive me.
* * *
The next morning was unusual for me. No female spent any
time in my bed, the first time in a couple of weeks.
Usually, either Patty or Kristen (or both) would give me a
morning blow job, but Patty was out of town, and would no
longer do it anymore, and I had specifically asked that
Kristen not visit me this morning, except to pick me up for
school.
Actually, I had considered having Camille pick me up, as
she lived closer, but I didn't want to give her any ideas
about visiting me in the morning: she had told me (kidding,
she said) that she'd be quite willing to take over for Patty.
The reason I didn't want Kristen to come over was that I
was really feeling in a big funk due to Patrice being angry
with me. I didn't feel very good about myself, and figured
that not having Kristen come over would be the start of my
own punishment.
It had turned out to be a very long night, and knowing
that Kristen wouldn't be there for me in the morning made it
seem even longer. I had tossed and turned all night, calling
myself a monster. I thought about all the girls that I had
taken advantage of, and what a rotten scoundrel I turned out
to be, thanks to those damnable tickets.
I had originally rationalized my using those tickets,
telling myself that I just wanted learn about sex. Up until
that night that Merry had come into my room, I had never
really seen a naked female in my life.
Of course, if that was all that I was interested in, I
could have satisfied myself by looking at Playboy or
Penthouse magazine, or that new magazine that some of the
boys had whispered about, Hustler. But in the privacy of my
own bedroom, I had to admit that my justification was phony.
I had to admit that I was interested in learning about
sex from first hand experience. But, again, I could have,
and probably should have, found some way to find somebody
willing to do the things that I had wanted.
Instead, I took girls without their consent. I inspected
their bodies, I made them give me oral sex, and I touched
them in ways that they would not have approved, had they been
consulted. I did so freely, and, at the time, completely
without remorse.
Patty and Kristen both gave themselves to me willingly.
But in both cases, I had already had those girls undress in
front of me and do things without their consent.
When I had found out what I had managed to do to Kristen,
I had hit a low point in my life. But Kristen, instead of
hating me, fell in love with me. And somehow, I guess I had
convinced myself that the same would probably hold true with
Patrice and all the other girls that I had taken advantage of.
Now, I realized that Kristen--and Patty, to a lesser
extent--was an exception and not the rule.
To make things right with Patrice, I told her flat out
what I had done. I had been so sure of myself and that
things would work out, that I didn't consider any other
possible outcome.
Now, I was stuck with the realization that I may have
lost Patrice as a friend forever. And, I also realized that
I could easily lose Wendy and Camille as well.
My mom noticed that things were different with me when I
was at the breakfast table. She tried to talk to me, but I
only gave her one or two word answers. She didn't press the
issue, and I ate my breakfast mostly in silence, and cleaned
up my dishes afterward.
Kristen picked me up for school, and I was silent the
entire trip, despite Kristen trying to get me to talk. She
sensed my mood, and knew that I was feeling terrible about
Patrice.
I saw frustration in her face as she pulled into the
school parking lot. I left the car, forgetting to kiss
Kristen good-bye, and headed off to class.
I thought about the previous day, when Camille had walked
into the boy's locker room and had gotten me excused from
class to help take Patty to the airport. I had never skipped
any classes at school before, and found that it seemed very
easy.
I didn't have the heart to go to homeroom, and walked out
of one of the side doors to the school, and walked the mile
and a half back to my house.
My mother wasn't home, probably doing some shopping with
Aunt Peggy. If she came home early, I'd just fake some sort
of sickness. I also realized that Kristen had made plans for
this evening, and I hadn't yet told them to my mother. Damn!
But I was feeling so terrible, that I wasn't sure I wanted to
do anything, even with my lovely blonde Goddess. If the
truth be told, I didn't think I'd be much fun tonight.
Kristen and I had wanted tonight to be special, and I didn't
think that I'd be able to hold up my end.
I went into my room, and lay in bed, exhausted from not
really sleeping the previous night. I cried myself to sleep.
* * *
In the middle of some dream (I don't really remember what
it was), I felt a familiar sensation. I was being sucked. I
opened my eyes groggily and looked down, seeing Kristen's
lovely blonde hair on my stomach.
"Kris," I said sullenly. "I asked you not to come here
this morning."
Kristen dropped my penis from her mouth and looked up at
me. "I didn't. It's afternoon now."
"Afternoon?" I said, taken by surprise.
"You were snoring," Kristen said.
"How'd you get in here?"
"You left the front door unlocked. I know the layout of
the house. So does Patrice."
"Patrice?" I said. "Huh?"
"Hello, Jim."
Patrice's voice came from across the room. I turned
toward her, and I guess I blushed as I realized that I was
naked from the waist down in front of her.
"Er... hi," I said.
"The two of you have some talking to do," Kristen said,
getting up off my bed. "I'll be downstairs, fixing myself
some tea."
I watched in utter astonishment as my girl friend walked
out of my room while she left me half naked with another girl.
Neither one of us spoke for a minute or two. I didn't
even move to pull up my pants. Patrice continued standing
where she was, looking me in the eyes.
It was Patrice that got up the nerve to speak first.
"I'm sorry I slapped you last night. It was... I don't
know... it was an instinctive reaction and I shouldn't have
hit you."
"Well," I said. "I deserved it. I'm a monster."
Patrice didn't try to argue the point.
There was another awkward silence for a minute. Patrice
looked like she was waiting for me to say something. "Once
again, Patrice, I'm sorry for taking advantage of you."
Again, there was no answer from Patrice.
What more could I tell Patrice? I had run out of things
to say.
Finally, Patrice said, "Kristen loves you. I mean she
really loves you. She hates to see you hurt."
I nodded. I knew that Kristen loved me. Almost to the
point to being a bit obsessive about it, but she truly loved
me.
Patrice continued. "Kristen told me she was so proud of
you for telling me yesterday. She had known, but had sort of
promised to keep it a secret. I was even mad at her for not
telling me."
Kristen? She was proud of me for taking advantage of
Patrice? This was very difficult for me to swallow. "No,
Patrice. Kristen can't possibly be proud of me. I'm
terrible." All of a sudden, I flashed back to when I was in
Wendy's bathroom, trying to come up with nasty words to
describe myself. I forced my mind back to the issue at hand,
though. I instinctively knew that this was a very important
conversation.
Patrice shook her head. "What you did was horrible, Jim.
And, I can't tell you truthfully that I'm not still angry
about what you did."
I nodded. I had suspected as much.
"But Kristen was right," Patrice said. "You didn't have
to tell me. It took real guts to do that."
Patrice finally said, "Look. I mistreated you for about
five years. I'm terribly sorry about that, but you were nice
enough to forgive me. But aren't you still angry at what I
did to you? Calling you a loser and all those other things?
Totally ignoring you when you talked to me?"
"Well... yeah..."
"But Kristen told me something today," Patrice said
quickly. "She said that she had nightmares afterward about
what you did to her, and whatever it is that happened the
next day. But she totally forgave you. She said that
friends forgive each other. And, now that she's feeling
better, she says that the nightmares have mostly gone."
This actually sounded hopeful. I nodded, urging Patrice
to continue.
"But, you know... I had a dream a week or so ago. Just
the one dream, but it was vivid. It was about you. I was
sorry for treating you and your friends so rotten. Anyway,
as a punishment, you gave me a choice of a spanking, a blow
job, a fuck, or having you turn me into a whore."
This sounded familiar. But I hadn't explained that part
to Patrice yesterday--nor to anybody else. It hadn't seemed
important to me, actually. Did Patrice actually remember
that?
Patrice continued, "I remembered how I used to feel about
you, and really felt shitty for treating you like dirt.
Nobody has ever spanked me in my life--not even my mother!
So the only other option was for me to... you know... suck
you."
I nodded. "That wasn't a dream. That really happened.
See? You do remember, in a way!"
Patrice looked surprised. "Kristen didn't mention that."
"I didn't tell Kristen or anybody else the entire story,"
I admitted.
"So, I did choose to do it with you."
What was Patrice getting at?
"I had mostly forgotten about that dream until last night
when it occurred to me that it might have been about what you
had been talking about. And when Kristen explained to me
about punishment... it was like the dream; I was sorry and
had to take my punishment."
I listened. Patrice was looking at me, expectantly, but
I had no idea what to say. I simply nodded for her to
continue.
"When I came here, Jim," Patrice said, "I knew that I'd
like to tell you that I forgive you. But I couldn't. I
mean... I felt like maybe in a while, the sense of betrayal
would go away. I need more time to get my thoughts together."
My heart sank. I had been hoping for a happy ending.
Patrice saw the expression on my face. "But you didn't
tell me everything. You didn't tell me that I had given you
oral sex of my own free will!"
I shook my head. "No, you were under my influence,
Patrice. You've got it wrong!"
Patrice said, loudly, "NO! I DO NOT!"
I was glad the house was empty. I was stunned.
Patrice said, "After you told me what had happened, and I
started thinking about what Kristen explained about
punishment, I remembered the dream, Jim--the ENTIRE dream. I
know what I was thinking. And you seem to have forgotten
something else."
"Huh?"
"You didn't mention giving me a choice," Patrice
repeated. "And after I... did you... you kissed me. I told
you how I had felt with that asshole Donny, and you simply
kissed me."
I nodded. "I was learning proper... etiquette. It
seemed to be the right thing to do."
"Jim... the way you made it sound last night, anybody
would have found it hard to forgive you. But you left out
some very important parts. First, you let me choose. I
didn't have to have any sort of sex with you. Second, you
kissed me afterward, but you forgot to mention that I kissed
you back!"
I didn't dare hope to hear Patrice tell me she forgave me.
We looked at each other for a few minutes, letting
everything sink in.
I was about to say something, when Patrice left the room.
My hopes shattered. Wasn't Patrice supposed to forgive
me? But this wasn't a romantic movie... it was real life.
Patrice had offered me what appeared to be a lifeline,
something I could desperately hang onto, hoping she would be
able to forgive me. Now she's left my room, dashing all hope.
I heard Kristen and Patrice talking for a minute or so
downstairs, and then I heard the front door open and shut.
It was at this point that this so-called "mature" guy started
to cry yet again. Damn it! I was going to turn sixteen
tomorrow.
I had fallen back into my bed, feeling even worse than
before. Friendship with Patrice would probably never happen
again.
Kristen quietly came into my room, and saw me sobbing
uncontrollably in my bed. She slowly moved me over and
cuddled up next to me, her front to my back. I didn't want
to look at anybody. "There, there, Jim," she murmured to me.
I let Kristen hug me, but didn't feel like I deserved her
love. My deepest fears had been realized. I was the lowest
of the low.
After five minutes, I turned so that I was face to face
with Kristen. "How can you love me, Kristen? I'm a horrible
monster!"
Kristen didn't answer, but continued caressing me,
saying, "There, there."
I smelled Kristen's perfume, and for the first time in my
life, I didn't feel it in my loins. I knew that Kristen's
breasts were very close to me, but I wasn't interested in sex
right then.
It took time before the worst part of my crying had
subsided, and Kristen rolled me over and put her hands behind
my head, pulling me close to her body. She was planting
little kisses on my forehead, saying, "I love you," over and
over.
Eventually, Kristen's perfume managed to penetrate the
deep funk that I was in. I felt my cock start to react,
albeit only slightly.
I opened my eyes, and looked up at Kristen. "You love
me?" I asked.
"Of course I do," Kristen answered softly. "I knew about
Patrice all along, remember?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"But nothing's changed," Kristen assured me. "Patrice
needs to deal with her emotions. She came here to tell you
it would take a while for her to get her thoughts together,
but you just now told her something... I don't know what...
that seems to have really confused her."
I nodded, and then filled Kristen on the details that I
had omitted from the story I had told her (and Patty) as well
as what I had told Patrice the previous day.
Kristen looked at me. "And Patrice remembered that?"
I nodded. "She said it was a dream. But after I told
her about what I had done, it appears that she remembered it.
You also sort of reminded her of that dream as well. Maybe
that's why she felt it necessary to be punished."
Kristen gave me a big kiss, surprising me. Her perfume
finally penetrated way past my funk, destroying it somehow.
I was now erect. I loved these "erection specials" kisses
that Kristen was so proficient at.
And then, without any warning, Kristen pushed herself out
of my bed. "I'll be right back, Jim."
I was stuck with a case of blue balls. I didn't see any
anger in Kristen's face. Instead, she seemed to look
concerned.
A minute later, Kristen returned, this time with Patrice.
"My god, he DOES look like shit," Patrice observed.
"He does that when he thinks his heart is broken."
I felt a bit childish, having been caught crying by
Patrice.
Kristen looked expectedly at Patrice.
Patrice, for her part, looked very nervous. "I'll
forgive you..."
Did my ears hear correct? Patrice was going to forgive
me?
Patrice wasn't finished, though. "But you need to be
punished, young man. If I deserved fifty spankings for five
years of hell, then you deserve at least ten for what you
did. And THEN I'll forgive you."
Huh? Patrice was going to spank ME?
Kristen said, softly "And then it will be over, Jim. The
end."
I didn't like the sound of this. I knew that I deserved
to be punished. But once again something in Kristen's voice
sounded weird.
"Patrice... Vanessa? Which one right now?" Kristen
asked.
"Call me Patrice for this."
"Fine, Patrice," Kristen said in her take-charge voice.
"Where's the paddle?"
Patrice pulled a paddle from behind her back, one of
those Red Devil paddles that was missing the elastic and
rubber ball.
Kristen nodded, apparently pleased with Patrice's
selection. "Good. I'll prepare him."
"No, wait!" I protested.
It was to no avail. Kristen was too quick, too strong,
and too expert in her martial arts. She had me pinned to my
bed, using only her knees against my upper arms. I couldn't
get any leverage to topple her off me.
Kristen unbuckled my belt, and quickly undid my pants.
She had Patrice pull them down to my ankles.
I was again half naked, and Kristen quickly maneuvered
around so that she was behind me, and tumbled me quickly so
that I was now lying on my chest, my knees on the floor with
my ass totally exposed at the edge of the bed.
I felt terribly exposed, my ass laid bare with Patrice
brandishing the wooden paddle. "This isn't fair! Patrice
hit me yesterday!" I complained. I was crying again, but my
tears were from frustration from trying to keep Kristen from
manipulating me like a baker manipulates a pretzel.
"We'll deal with that later," Kristen promised. "But
Patrice owes you ten smacks." Kristen turned toward Patrice
and said, "He's yours for the moment."
Kristen moved her position so that my head was in her
lap, her hands lovingly pressing my head down. It didn't
occur to me at the time that she was no longer pinning me,
but getting up would have been futile. Kristen showed
herself quite capable at taking care of me if I were to try
to escape.
WHACK! Patrice's first slap stunned me. I wasn't
entirely expecting the sting combined with the sound. I was
too stunned to even cry out.
WHACK! The second slap managed to get me to yell, but my
voice was muffled in the material of Kristen's dress and the
blankets beneath her.
It didn't get any easier with each slap. If anything, it
got harder.
Finally, the slaps ceased.
Kristen moved me from her lap, and I was sniffling from
the pain that Patrice had administered. I stood at the edge
of my bed, my rock hard dick pointing right at Kristen.
"Turn around, Jim."
I turned around, and was face to face with my tormentor.
Patrice looked at me, and then lowered her eyes to look at
the paddle, and also focusing on my totally erect cock.
"Patrice..." Kristen said, her tone a bit menacingly.
Patrice pulled me to her, and hugged me. "I forgive you."
I couldn't answer without crying, partly from the pain in
my backside, and partly from my wild emotions. I just hugged
Patrice back.
"Patrice," I heard Kristen say from behind me. "Give Jim
and me a few minutes. Wait for us downstairs."
We broke off the hug, and Patrice walked out of the room.
My erection was so stiff that it almost hurt.
Kristen hopped off my bed, taking my erection in her
hands. She whispered, "We'll get even with her with the
orgasm torture."
"No, Kris," I said. "She already apologized to me by
blowing me. I have no interest in punishing her further."
"She apologized to you. But you weren't the only person
that she was bitchy to. I felt the brunt of her hatred many
times as well. And Vanessa has to be punished for that."
Kristen was still adamant about this "Vanessa" thing.
Kristen then knelt, and sucked my cock. It didn't take
long for the over-sensitized organ to spew out its seed.
When we were done, I glanced at the clock. It was two
o'clock.
I left my mother a note telling her that I was once again
spending the night with Kristen and that I had brought a
change of clothes. I felt like a bit of a heel letting her
know with a note like that, but Kristen and I had plans and I
hoped my mother would understand.
Kristen suggested that I go downstairs as she powdered
her nose. My ass was still on fire from Patrice's spanking,
but I tried not to let it show as I came downstairs where
Patrice was sitting in my living room.
Patrice stood up as I entered the room. Without a word,
she approached me and kissed me. It wasn't an erotic kiss,
but rather like the kisses Patty and I used to share, one of
friendship.
"I might have gotten carried away," Patrice said.
"I know the feeling," I said, thinking about how I myself
had gotten carried away on previous occasions, drunk on the
power of those infernal tickets. "It happens."
Patrice nodded, looking a bit embarrassed. "Are we
friends?"
I hugged Patrice and said, "Yes. But let's keep all this
behind us. No more reminders about how bitchy you were to
me, and no more reminders about how I humiliated you. OK?"
Patrice smiled. "Deal."
I looked at Patrice. I wondered how she would look if
Kristen and Patty were to help her out, picking out nicer
clothes, maybe a change of hair style.
God! I was starting to think like a girl!
* * *
Kristen drove Patrice home, and then we drove to a
restaurant out of town called Emilio's that Kristen loved,
where we had pasta and sauce.
We spent the first ten minutes at the restaurant in
awkward silence, trying to come up with something to say to
one another.
"You're actually good at Karate," I said, remembering how
Kristen so easily managed to pin Patrice and me.
"Black belt," she said, her eyes sparkling.
I had never heard of a female achieving a black belt in
Karate, but my knowledge of the arts wasn't very extensive.
"How often do you work out?" I asked.
"I've been taking lessons since I was eight," Kristen
answered. "Now, I only spar once a month. I've mostly
replaced it with my weekly aerobic workout sessions with my
physical trainer."
"What's 'aerobic' mean?" I asked. "My bio teacher
mentions anaerobic bacteria..."
Kristen smiled, and we found ourselves discussing various
physical training techniques. She also insisted that I be at
her house on Friday when her trainer would be around for her
weekly session. She said I could use a bit more upper body
strength.
I laughed, thinking that I would need to work out quite a
bit to catch up with Kristen's impressive strength. I smiled
at the thought, but working out isn't something that I really
did. It sounded a bit... difficult. But I promised to see
her trainer next Friday.
It also occurred to me that when I had picked Kristen as
a target of my humiliation, I had been pretty lucky that she
hadn't used her impressive speed and strength to disable me
before I was able to assert control over her.
Talk now came easy. It wasn't too surprising that we
managed to find many things to discuss with each other.
Thoughts of Patrice faded away as I looked forward to an
evening with Kristen, just the two of us, on the night before
my birthday.
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