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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 sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  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.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 20--Senior Weekend II

        There's a party goin' on right here!
        A celebration to last throughout the years.
        So bring your good times, and your laughter too,
        We're gonna celebrate your party with you!
                -- Celebration (Kool and the Gang)


    Neither Lynette nor Camille bothered putting their
bathing suits back on after the midnight party.  Kristen
noticed them and went nude as well.

    I saw many of the girls shrug.  I think they figured that
they were already nude in front of all of us during the
party, and another peep show wasn't going to hurt any of
them.  I was embarrassed by my nudity since seeing all that
naked female flesh was arousing me.  I bit the bullet and got
out, naked, and didn't get dressed.

    Lynette put Kristen and me onto opposite sides of the
doorway.  "The two of you get to kiss people as they exit,"
Lynette told us.

    When the couples heard this, they arranged themselves so
that the guys were on Kristen's side of the door, while the
girls were on my side of the door.

    One by one, I kissed all the girls briefly, and let them
out of the room.  The guys all kissed Kristen.

    Lynette and Camille were the last to depart.  Lynette
headed toward Kristen and Camille advanced toward me.  Our
kisses were much longer and much hotter.

    I saw that Lynette's kiss was quite arousing to Kristen
if the state of her nipples were any indication.

    "I'd love to do it in the hot tub, but I have a feeling
that it might be unsanitary," Lynette said after our kisses
were finished.

    "Camille already blew me in the hot tub," I pointed out.

    Lynette shrugged and looked at Camille.

    "I thought it would be better to take him in my mouth
than have him do it in my pussy."

    There was a communal shower just outside the room we were
in, and Kristen pointed out that we could have a lot of fun
in there.

    "Be careful of the echos," Camille laughed.  "They'll
hear us all through the house."

    "Everybody knows what we'll be doing tonight," Lynette
said.  "Fuck them if they hear."

    "All of them?" Camille giggled.

    Kristen shook her head.  "You're incorrigible, Cammy...
Oomph!" Kristen was interrupted by Lynette inserting her
tongue into Kristen's mouth.

    I found some hotel-style mini soaps in the shower, and
opened the paper.  I turned on a shower and positioned
Camille under it.  I used the soap to rub all over Camille's
body.  I knew from experience in bed with Camille that she
loved people touching her everywhere.  She, like Kristen,
seemed to be able to almost get an orgasm from somebody
rubbing her breasts, especially when the hands caressing her
were covered in soap.  Once I told Camille to do that to
Kristen, it became the two girls' favorite playtime activity.

    Camille enjoyed my attentions, and I slowly turned her
around until she was facing the wall.  From behind her, I
started soaping Camille's pussy.  Since she was hairless down
there, it didn't lather as much as it did when I did this to
Kristen, but I didn't need a terrific lather.  I moved my
finger between Camille's pussy lips and started to stroke her
slowly.

    When I felt that Camille was worked up enough, I slowly
eased my cock into Camille from behind.  Once again, I felt
the strange sensations of Camille's pussy pulsing around my
cock and found that I enjoyed this immensely.  I wondered if
I could figure out a way to have Camille teach this
particular trick to Kristen, as I found that I could get used
to this permanently.  Something told me that such a request
might not be received happily from Kristen, so I tabled that
thought.

    I looked behind me to see that Kristen and Lynette were
in a loving embrace, and they were rubbing soap between their
bodies.  Kristen caught my eye and smiled at me.  She noticed
by the fact that my thrusts were getting quicker that I was
near my point of release.  "Almost there?" she mouthed to me.

    I nodded in response as I pumped my semen into Camille.

    Camille was approaching her own orgasm, so I reached
around her and started caressing her clitoris, which seemed
to be very large compared to the (admittedly relatively few)
others that I witnessed.  I knew that Camille was sometimes
loud when she came, so I moved my face to hers and kissed her
in order to muffle any sounds.

    I was just in time.  Camille reached her ecstasy point
just at the moment I kissed her.  I continued rubbing her
until it washed over her.

    I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Kristen and
Lynette next to us.

    "I want to see you eat Jim's semen from Camille's pussy
and then feed it to me," Kristen demanded to Lynette.  "Do a
good job, and I'm yours for tonight only."

    "Yes, ma'am," Lynette said with a grin.

    I saw Camille eat Kristen before, and it suddenly
occurred to me that this was the fantasy that Kristen dreamed
about... but she was having another girl eat out the girl's
pussy first!

    I thought for a moment.  Was it only a half year ago that
Kristen and I had our first argument after Kristen told me of
her fantasy?  Many things have happened over this time, and
it's obvious that Kristen and I grew--together!--during that
time.  As I mentioned, she seemed a lot less jealous and
possessive, at least as far as allowing me to fuck another
woman.  She was also for the first time, I thought, truly
expressing her bisexual side, as opposed to just "fooling
around" with Camille.

    I smiled as Kristen gave me a smug look on her face as
Lynette moved underneath Camille's legs and started licking.
It was such an arousing sight, that I started getting hard
again.  Kristen saw it and bent over to clean me off.  I was
amazed at the fact that she simply sucked me into her mouth,
despite the fact that I knew that there was soap on my dick
as well as my semen and Camille's fluids.

    It took a few minutes for Lynette to finish the job.
Dutifully, she came back up from between Camille's legs and
deposited my sperm into Kristen's mouth.

    Camille asked me what I wanted to do next, and I knew
what I wanted her to do.  It was something that I wanted to
do since last fall.

    "Hand job, and make me shoot into Kristen's face."

    "Hand job?" Camille asked, confused.

    "I remember the one you gave me in Kneely Park," I said.

    Camille laughed, and did as I requested.  As she did so,
I fondled her to another orgasm.  I didn't cover her mouth,
and I think that everybody in the house heard it.  I still
hadn't shot off, so I started rubbing Camille's breasts with
the soap again.

    Kristen was against the shower wall in much the same
position that Camille was when I was fucking her.  Lynette
was between her legs, licking my Goddess.  I heard Kristen
come twice already, and it looked as though her third was
going to happen soon.

    I was amazed when I felt the sensations in my balls start
up again.  Camille noticed my reaction, and we both moved
closer to Lynette and Kristen.

    "Kristen's face is too high," I whispered to Camille.
"Aim for Lynette.  Kristen will lick it off her."

    Camille did so, and Kristen noticed when my sperm hit
Lynette's face.  Kristen smiled at the two of us, and after
she reached a sweet orgasm, she bent down and cleaned off
Lynette's face.

    I was spent for the night, but I continued to fondle
Camille.  After about ten minutes, we all retired into the
master bedroom.

    Lynette and Kristen spent the rest of the night in a
sixty-nine position.  When one or the other awoke during the
night, they would start licking and get each other off.  I
have a feeling it was quite a long night for them; their
actions woke Camille and me up more than once.

    I woke up at seven in the morning.  Camille looked as if
she just woke up as well.

    "Let's get even with them," I whispered.

    "How?" Camille grinned, enjoying the way that I think.

    I told her.

    We rolled the two girls over, and they must have been so
exhausted that they didn't even wake up.  The two girls were
on their sides.  I took the end with Kristen's face, and
Camille took the other end.  I started licking Lynette and I
felt her start to stir.  "Again?" Lynette said, groggily.

    I didn't answer her, but Camille was doing the same to
Kristen, who didn't seem to complain.

    At the same time I was licking, I was masturbating
myself.  I didn't know how much semen that I could muster,
but I wanted it to shoot it onto Kristen's face.  It took
about fifteen minutes, during which time Kristen's eyes were
staring at my cock the entire time.

    I didn't come very much, but Kristen opened her mouth and
most of it landed on her tongue.  I received a wonderful
smile for my effort, and Kristen swallowed what she received,
and then replaced me on Lynette's crotch.

    When the two girls achieved their release, we decided
that it was time to get up.

    Since neither Camille nor Lynette brought any clothes
into the master bedroom, they were still undressed when we
all walked out of the master bedroom.

    We were greeted by all our friends, who burst out in
spontaneous applause.

* * *

    Kristen suggested that I get plenty of orange juice and
coffee to drink at breakfast and I did.  I was totally spent,
and wondered if I could somehow get a rain check for Tiny's
and June's rendezvous.  Kristen, however, moved between the
two of them and said, "Two o'clock," which dashed that
particular hope.

    I never saw Kristen in such sexual heat as she was that
weekend.  She fucked me in public in the whirlpool, and let
everybody know that she enjoyed her foursome last night.
Now, she was agreeing to a party with another couple!

    I spent the morning relaxing in the sun on one of the
lounge chairs outside the swimming pool.  The forecast for
the entire weekend was sunny and in the seventies, and today
was looking like it would be even warmer than the previous
day.  Kristen thought this was a wonderful idea, as she would
be able to catch up on the sleep she didn't get the previous
night and took the lounge next to me.

    "There's the lovely couple," Lynette commented as she saw
the two of us.  There were some of the couples in the water,
but Kristen and I were mostly alone.

    "Lynette?" Kristen said.

    "Yes?"

    "You told both Jim and me that you've always had a thing
for me."

    Lynette nodded.

    "Did you get your fill last night?"

    Lynette considered a few moments before shaking her head.

    "Good," Kristen said, a wicked smile on her lips.  "You
know where I live, right?"

    "I was at your playroom during the Halloween party."

    "That's right," Kristen said, nodding.  "Jim and I can
use a good pussy slave.  Any time you want me, just drive to
my house and tell the security guy that my pussy slave is
here.  If he tells you that I'm in, you are invited, and you
will do whatever Jim or I tell you to do.  And I mean,
whatever.  Fuck, suck, lick, rub, bathe us, kiss our feet,
clean the apartment, do our laundry, paint the hallway...
whatever.  You are not allowed to wear any clothing on our
property.  If you agree to those terms, you are welcome to
me, as well as to Jim."

    Lynette's jaw dropped, as did mine.  "Pussy slave?"
Lynette asked, obviously shocked.

    Kristen smiled.  "Yup.  Oh, we might have friends over
when you're around, or invite people over after we know you
are there, so you might want to take that into consideration."

    I looked at my girlfriend as if she had two heads.  I
expected the cheerleader to slap Kristen's face for what she
was saying.

    Instead, Lynette said, "Does that include tonight?"

    "If you're my pussy slave here, then the rules are the
same here.  No clothing while you are on this property.
Otherwise, wait until we get back home."

    Lynette considered for a minute or two, and then started
untying the bow on her halter top.  After the top was off,
she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms.

    "All right, for the rest of the weekend, you will not
answer to the name Lynette," Kristen ordered.  "If anybody
calls you by name, you will correct them and tell them that
you are to be called Pussy Slave."

    "All right," Lynette's eyes were cast down.

    "That's 'yes, Mistress,' Pussy Slave," Kristen corrected.

    "Yes, Mistress."

    "Jim is 'Mr. Big' to you.  You will worship our bodies
and follow every order.  If you ever refuse anything we
request, you will be dismissed, and my offer will be
canceled.  You also have the right to tell us if we ask you
to do something unpleasant, and we will take that into
consideration.  Remember, if you refuse to do anything, the
offer is canceled.  Aside from that, you are free to leave at
any time if you need to live your life outside our home.  We
understand that real life will sometimes intrude and there
will be no repercussions."

    "Yes, Mistress."

    Lynette's nudity attracted the attention of some of the
bathers, but nobody came over.

    "Oh, yes, Pussy Slave.  You are today's victim for the
first Twelve Party.  Jim, Camille, and I will come up with
some suitable activity for you."

    "Yes, Mistress, but I was supposed to become today's
victim anyway."

    "Oh!" Kristen said, smiling.  "I'll need to talk with
Camille.  Anyway, please visit everybody and tell them about
your new status and that you are the noon time victim.  If
you can find Camille, tell her I'm interested in talking with
her."

    "Yes, Mistress," Lynette said.  She was blushing, but she
also had a smile on her face.

    "You are dismissed," Kristen said, waving Lynette off.

    Lynette walked out of the pool house, and found Toby and
Patty playing badminton.  They had stopped their game as they
noticed the nude cheerleader approach.  She said something to
them, and turned and pointed at us in the pool house.

    I only saw this side of Kristen a couple of times before,
the last time was when we reversed roles in our Master/Slave
game.  Now we had our own slave!  I hoped she didn't decide
that she needed a bunch of slaves.

    However, there was something that was really bothering me
about this.  I knew that what Kristen just did was just plain
wrong!

    "What the fuck was that?" I demanded to Kristen.

    "I enjoyed last night, Jim," Kristen explained.  "You
didn't see it, but Lynette almost started crying when we got
out of bed this morning.  She told me that this was a dream
of hers, and she was so sad that the dream was over.  I
wanted to know how much she wanted to be with me."

    "That's one thing, but what you just did involves me,
Kris!" I said.  "You made a very profound decision about our
lives.  You now have a slave, goddammit!  You never even
discussed it with me!"

    "But..."

    "You're now having Lynette announce her slavery to all my
friends.  You might get off on this, but this affects me as
well!  What will those people think of me?  I protected those
cheerleaders from a rapist, but now they will think I'm
forcing a cheerleader into slavery!"

    "It's Lynette's own decision, Jim!"

    "It still affects me!  When June asked me for a date, I
didn't say, 'of course!' I made sure that you knew about it
and were cool with it.  It wouldn't take me any effort at all
to turn June down.  I don't need her, I just need you."

    "I'm sorry..."

    Shit!  Kristen was starting to cry.

    "Kris, I think you might be approaching things too fast.
Please consider my feelings next time, all right?"

    "OK," Kristen said.

    "So, am I to assume that I can not only fuck Camille, but
Lynette as well?  Since I'm her slave master, I can do it
whenever I want.  Is that the rule, now?"

    Kristen looked shocked.  "Um..."

    "You see?" I asked.  "You told Lynette that this was the
case.  You told her in front of me for the first time, so I
can only go by what you say.  Is that the rule, now?"

    Kristen lowered her head.  "I guess."

    "Please think before doing things like this," I asked
Kristen, moving over to her and hugging her.  "You've told
Lynette basically that she'll be fucking me.  Let me make you
a promise, Kristen.  If I *need* a good fuck, you will be the
person I look for."

    "I'm sorry, Jim."

    "I know you are, Goddess."

    "Should I apologize to Lynette now?"

    I shook my head.  "That would crush her.  You gave her a
big hurdle to jump in order to get to you.  She's jumping
that hurdle.  You cannot take the prize away from her!  I'd
suggest that you embrace your new role of slave master.  I'll
go along with it for now."

    I got the biggest hug from Kristen.  "When did you get so
old?"

    I groaned.  I've been hearing that exact same question a
lot.

* * *

    Camille came out of the water and approached us.  She
looked wonderful when she was wet.

    "I see that you've acquired a slave," Camille grinned.

    Kristen nodded.

    "I would have been happy..."

    "No, Camille," Kristen interrupted.  "I'm not sure about
my relationship to you, but I'm quite sure that I don't want
you that way," Kristen said.  "I've talked with my brother
about you, and if I used you like that, it would hurt him.
You seem to be in love with Will and with me."

    Camille thought for a moment, and then bent down and
kissed Kristen gently.  "I do love you," she said softly.

    "Let me work out how I feel about you.  I can't say that
I love you as much as I love Jim.  It's two different things."

    "That's all I ask, Kris."

    "Now, we have a victim for the Twelve Party.  What do you
suggest?"

    "Have her perform oral sex on everybody?" Camille grinned.

    "I'm not sure that everybody is ready for public sex
acts, despite what happened last night in the hot tub,"
Kristen said.

    "How about masturbation?"

    "None of the boys will..."

    "No, Kris.  I mean, have Pussy Slave masturbate for
everybody."

    Kristen looked thoughtful.  "Yesterday, Lynette told me
the point of the Twelve Parties was to involve everybody."

    "It is," Camille said, nodding.

    "I have an idea," I said.  The two girls were startled
that I entered the conversation.

    "What?"

    "I heard this from one of the chorus guys," I said.  "He
was at a bachelor party.  All the guys were sitting at a
dining room table.  None of them were wearing pants..."

    Camille picked up on it.  "There's a hooker under the
table... sometimes two.  Every guy has to pretend everything
is normal and keep talking as if nothing is happening, even
if the hooker is doing him."

    "You've heard of that?" Kristen asked.

    "I was in the position of being under the table," Camille
said.  "My sister liked to throw parties."

    "Oh," I said, disheartened.

    "It's no longer a bad memory, Jim," Camille said, softly.

    "It would still be uncomfortable."

    "Debbie had other parties," Camille said.  "Ever hear of
a circle jerk?"

    My blush must have answered that one.

    Kristen looked confused.

    "It used to be a tradition before we changed the
cheerleading squad from a bunch of stuck-up bimbos," Camille
said.  "A bunch of guys, like the football team, are in a
circle with their pants down.  They jerk off, and the
cheerleader in the middle is the target."

    "Sounds messy," Kristen said.

    "Yeah, but it's easier than pulling a train."

    Again, Camille's expression confused Kristen, and this
time I was confused as well.

    Camille sighed.  "That means, a bunch of guys do a girl,
one or two at a time.  Sometimes the girl is on her stomach,
since it is easier for her to blow a guy in that position
while somebody fucks her from behind.  Of course, in that
position, the guys sometimes are indiscriminate in their aim.
I've done anal as much as normal sex on some occasions."

    "You've done that?" I said, completely shocked.

    "I've done even more.  I'm just trying to remember them
now.  I've spent a lot of time trying to forget them.  The
football team is no longer encouraged to do those sort of
things.  In fact, Lynette and I have told the team that if
anybody needs to blow off a little steam, just come to either
one of us quietly."

    "Lynette, too?"

    "I don't think she does multiples except for two girls
and a guy, Jim."

    "And to think that I thought of Lynette as a rather
straight laced girl who just came out of her shell this
weekend!"

    "She's discreet," Camille said.  "We've told people that
if they open their mouths, the pussy supply train stops.
You'd be surprised how effective such an incentive is."

    Kristen and I both laughed at this.

    "Well, I don't mind if anybody here sees Lynette and I do
anything, and I think Lynette feels the same way, since she's
telling everybody that she's your Pussy Slave right now.  If
you think that the others might be hesitant, remember that
the two of us aren't as narrow-minded.  I'll do her or vice
versa in front of this crowd.  After all, in a few weeks, I
probably won't see most of them again, except for reunions."

    "So, making her 'victim' isn't much of a victimization
with her, huh?" Kristen asked.

    "It was the same as making me or Jim the victim," Camille
said.  "Just about every girl that you invited would be happy
to do Jim.  They're just scared of you, Kris.  With you
giving them permission, they were getting bolder, or as bold
as they could with their boyfriends looking on."

    "Why didn't you have a prom date?" I asked Camille,
suddenly.

    "The guy I asked couldn't travel here."

    "Will?" Kristen asked.

    Camille nodded.  "I didn't expect him to be able to make
it."

    "You've got it bad for him, don't you?"

    Camille nodded.  "I've got it bad for all three of you."

    Kristen slowly nodded.

    Something about the way that Camille said that struck me
as odd.  I thought for a few moments and pushed the thought
from my head.

    Camille took the lounge on the other side of Kristen and
the three of us lay quietly in the sun.

    I woke up feeling two lips on my cock.  I opened my eyes,
and saw Lynette had my dick out of my bathing suit and was
sucking me.

    "Wakey, wakey!" Kristen giggled.  "It's almost time for
the Twelve Party."

    "Any decision on Lyn... er, Pussy Slave's task?" I asked.
Lynette hadn't stopped.

    "Yes, Cammy and I have something that Pussy Slave will
enjoy."

    "Ooh, good," I said.  "Pussy Slave, I think that's
enough."

    Lynette smiled as she moved her head up.  She pulled my
bathing suit up.

    I looked around and I saw we had an audience.  "Oh, my!"
I said, when I realized the show I just put on.

    "It's time for the Twelve Party," Camille announced.  "I
think everybody has been introduced to Pussy Slave.  We have
a rule that Pussy Slave is not allowed to wear any clothes
while she is on this property.  Does everybody know this?"

    Everybody nodded.

    "We have a problem, though," Camille said.

    Kristen added, "Pussy Slave has worn outfits on this
property since she's been here."

    "But that was before I agreed..." Lynette started.

    A look from Kristen quieted Lynette.

    "Can anybody remember what she was wearing?" Kristen
asked.  She picked up the bathing suit that was on the ground
where Lynette placed it earlier that morning.  "This is one.
She wore a different bathing suit last night, and another one
yesterday afternoon.  That's three..."

    Camille grinned happily.  "She wore an outfit when she
arrived, and she wore cutoffs and a T-shirt during the
volleyball game yesterday."

    "That's five outfits.  Do you agree, Pussy Slave?"

    Lynette nodded sadly.

    "Five spankings for each outfit.  Twenty-five total."

    Lynette blanched a bit.  A few of the other girls gasped
at how far Kristen was going with this slave routine.

    "Do you wish me to spank you in front of everybody, Pussy
Slave?"

    "No, Mistress," Lynette answered.

    "Well, you were wearing them before you learned the
rules, weren't you?" Kristen asked.

    "Yes, Mistress."

    "Get in the deep end of the pool.  If you can make it
through the Twelve Party successfully, I'll forgive your
spankings."

    "Yes, Mistress."

    "Are you done humiliating her, Kris?" Camille asked.

    "This is so fun!" Kristen giggled.

    "All right," Camille said, back in charge.  "Today will
be a bit the same as yesterday.  Everybody has to kiss Pussy
Slave."

    "However," Kristen added, "there is one new twist.
Everybody is allowed to make a request of Pussy Slave before
they kiss her.  She must comply with your request."

    It was Camille's turn to continue.  "Those of you who
have been to our cheerleader parties know this already, but I
want to state here and now that we have one hard and fast
rule when we play these kind of games.  During this weekend,
at no time will anybody be ordered to fuck anybody else.
Hugging, kissing, even touching is allowed, within reason,
and anything further is upon mutual agreement.  Since we have
couples here, agreement must pertain to both members of a
couple."

    Camille looked from one couple to another.  "If Kristen
wants to do Toby, then not only do the two of them have to
agree, but Jim and Patty also have to agree.  The easiest way
is to do it mutually; if Kristen and Toby want to do
something, let Patty and Jim do it as well."

    The couples started nodding.

    "Nobody should feel forced to do anything uncomfortable.
The most uncomfortable thing we will ask is what we asked
last night: we will ask you to get naked.  In addition, we
will ask people to kiss others, and like last night, that
also means boys kissing boys.  We do this for fairness."

    There were some reactions to Camille's announcement.

    Camille smiled at everybody.  "Please don't think we're
going to turn any of you into a slave like Lynette.  She is
Pussy Slave because Kristen and Lynette agreed to that.
Lynette and I already planned for her to be the Twelve Victim
today, and we already have somebody set up for tonight.  Each
party will be a bit more daring, but, again, we won't force
you to do anything you really don't want to do.  Everybody
will have lots of fun this way."

    There was general agreement.  I love the way the
cheerleaders did things, it sounded very fair and fun at the
same time.

    "Oh, I forgot," Camille added.  "Because everybody is in
a couple except Lynette and me, consider the two of us to be
a couple.  Anything you ask her must be with my consent.
Anything you ask her to do in the water during this Twelve
Party, except to fuck her, has my consent during this party."

    Camille looked at Kristen and Kristen nodded back.

    "Are you ready, Pussy Slave?" Camille called out to
Lynette.

    "Yes Mis..., I mean, Yes!"

    A few people laughed as Lynette almost called Camille her
mistress.

    "Let the party begin!"

* * *

    Everybody seemed to have a lot of fun.  It appeared that
Lynette was asked to give a few hand jobs.  I saw her shake
her head a few times, and I found out later on that she only
refused oral sex--under water was just too difficult, but she
did give the people asking her a "rain check" if they wanted
her to perform at a later time in the day.

    Kristen and I swam over to June and Tiny.

    "I've never seen Lynette so pussy whipped before," June
said, shaking her head.

    "It allows me to visit a side of my personality that I
really can't express with Jim," Kristen said.  "I'd hate to
treat Jim like that."

    I almost choked when I heard that.  Kristen most
certainly did treat me like that.  She had fucking handcuffs,
although I was the one usually using them on her!

    Tiny nodded sagely.  "When she first told us, I thought
it was a game.  It's not, is it?"

    "No," Kristen and I said together.

    "Why would she agree to that?" June asked.

    I shrugged.

    "Maybe it allows Lynette to visit a side of her that she
hasn't expressed either," Kristen explained.  "If you'd like,
I can invite the two of you over to my apartment when she's
'working.' The 'no fucking' rule is off there, but it would
have to be all right with both of you.  I like the
cheerleaders' rules."

    June shook her head.  "No. I told Jim that I want our
wedding night to be our first for both of us."

    "I understand, June, but it's a standing offer," Kristen
said.  "You two are still on for two this afternoon?"

    Tiny looked at June, who nodded.

    June giggled and said, "Let me tell you a secret, Kris.
One of the biggest orgasms Archy had was when I pretended
that I was you one time.  I wore my mom's blonde wig; she
bought it for some costume party a while back.  I tried to
imitate your voice.  I went down on him, and he shot so much!"

    I was starting to get used to females describing sexual
relations so graphically, but Tiny looked more than a bit
uncomfortable with June's revelation.

    I admit that I had fantasies of having sex with a black
woman--June was even the star of some of them.  I wondered if
this would offend June.  I decided to keep this to myself for
now.

    "The first time I decided that I liked Jim, he was doing
another girl who invited me," Kristen said.

    "Really?" June said.  "Was it Sherry?"

    "Sherry?" I asked.

    "The girl you brought to the initiation."

    "I know who you're talking about," I said.  "It wasn't
her, but why did you ask?"

    "Sherry moons over you, Jim.  She knows you and Kris are
really in love, and she likes both of you too much to do
anything to interfere.  Still, I've seen her look at you."

    "It wasn't Sherry," Kristen said, ending the subject.

    "What was with that nerd you said was bothering the
cheerleaders?" Tiny asked me.

    "He found a way to force some girls to blow him," I said.
"It was sort of like blackmail or hypnosis.  Anyway, he's no
longer an issue."

    "A guy who does that doesn't stop."

    "I destroyed the tool he used.  If he tries to do
anything more, the girls will have an easier time saying 'no'
and stopping it right then and there."

    "And what happens when the kid gets a gun or a knife?"
Tiny asked.

    I shuddered at the idea.

    It also occurred to me that I was guilty of the same
thing that Tim Hawking did.  Was I no better than a rapist as
Tiny thought?

    "Sometimes, people see the error of their ways," I said,
quietly.

    "Well, I gave the kid's name to my Mama, and if school
girls start coming up raped, he'll be on the list of
suspects," Tiny said.

    "That was probably a good idea," I finally agreed.

    I swam away by myself after that conversation, and
thought about what Tiny said.  After I had a regular
relationship with Patty, and especially with Kristen, I
didn't have any interest in using the tickets or any other
means of coercion with anybody.  Kristen really fulfilled all
my sexual needs now, and with Camille and now Lynette seeming
to be part of it, I would be the stupidest person in the
world to ask for anybody else.

    If this weekend was any indication, there were many girls
who were already willing to do me without my having to force
them to do so.

    I couldn't see how I could possibly be a danger to
others, but Tiny now made me unsure.

    Now, of course, I could see where my reasoning was
faulty.  It was easy to consider rape a sexual act, and this
was the way a lot of people thought about it back then during
the 1970s, and perhaps some people still think that way.  I
know now that rape isn't a sexual act, but an act of
violence.  Rape isn't about sex, but about submitting
somebody to your will.

    Thinking about it now, I think that Kristen may have seen
that dark side of me and took preventive measures.  She told
me to treat her as a slave, but I didn't do that too often.
Now, she managed to acquire one person whose job was to act
as and be called Pussy Slave.  I doubt that Kristen even knew
about her motives consciously, but her actions could be sort
of like a pressure valve, which differentiated myself from
Tim Hawking.  Additionally, Tim Hawking was extremely
misogynistic--a word I didn't even know at the age of
sixteen--and his disdain for women was patently obvious.  I
can see now that Tiny was probably right about him, and
although I've lost track of Tim over the years, the fact that
his name was known to Tiny's mother, a rape counselor at our
local precinct, may have helped to catch him if he continued
down the path he started.

    Despite what I know now, during that party, Tiny's
observations were very disheartening to me.  I hated to lump
myself along with the likes of Tim Hawking, but what Tiny
said reignited the old doubts I had about myself last autumn.

    Patty saw me and swam over to me.  She was alone and
said, "What's wrong, Jim?"

    "Did I ever tell you about Tim Hawking?"

    "Cammy told me about him," Patty said.  "From what she
said, but didn't say, could I assume that he had access to
your tickets?"

    "He had his own roll, actually."

    "Shit!" Patty said, alarmed.  "That guy's a walking time
bomb!"

    "I managed to get rid of his tickets.  That's not the
problem."

    "I'm confused," Patty said.

    "I heard him forcing Sherry to give him head.  He was
nasty and called her a whore.  I didn't know it was Sherry at
the time, or I would have killed him.  Luckily, that didn't
happen.  I was able to confront him with Tiny at a party and
I got rid of his tickets."

    "Tiny knows about them?"

    "No," I said.  "Tiny's not sure how Tim worked the magic.
Anyway, Tiny said that even if he didn't have what I took
from Tim, he might rape again."

    Patty nodded.  My heart sank even further.

    "Patty!  I'm as bad as he was!  I took advantage of you,
Camille, Wendy, a girl named Marla, Patrice, and even my
fucking sister!"

    "What?" Patty said, confused.

    "I just looked at my sister's naked body," I said.  "You
know about the others."

    "Marla?"

    "A girl who was visiting from California," I said.

    Patty finally made the connection.  "You think you're as
bad as Tim?"

    I nodded, rather than answer.

    Kristen swam over and joined us.  "Did you have fun with
Pussy Slave, Patty?"

    Patty looked at me.  "How did you get Lynette to agree to
that, Jim?" she demanded.

    "She's had a crush on Kristen for years.  She told me and
she also told Kristen.  Kristen knew that, and told Lynette
that the only way she could get Kristen was to become this
person."

    Patty looked at Kristen.  "You made Lynette a slave for
life?"

    Kristen shook her head.  "Nope.  I told her to drive over
to my house at any time.  She's to tell security that she's
Pussy Slave.  If they let her in, then she's that person
until she leaves my house.  It's all her own free will."

    Patty laughed.  "That sounds so... weird, Kris!  I'm
sorry, Jim.  I just thought..."

    "But that's why I'm upset at myself," I said.  "Tiny said
that once a rapist, always a rapist."

    "It's not always black and white, Jim," Patty said,
soothingly.

    Kristen face registered a look of shock as she made the
connection between the conversation we had about Tim and how
I was feeling about myself.

    I shook my head.

    "Jim, I just told you that he's a walking time bomb.
Something is going to eventually set him off.  He should get
help, but you are nothing like him!"

    "How can you say that?  I did the same things he did!"

    "Jim, I was there," Patty said.  "The worst I ever saw
you was when you almost destroyed Kristen.  Before that, when
you were with me, you made it feel as if we were having fun.
I'd imagine it was the same with the others."

    "You said that I almost destroyed Kris, here!"

    Kristen went to say something, but Patty glared at her.

    "And you did," Patty said, turning back to me.  "But you
fixed it.  When you found out what happened, you didn't laugh
and humiliate her some more.  You fixed it.  You tried to
make it better.  You took responsibility and you did the
right thing.  Does that sound the same as Tim Hawking?"

    "No, but..."

    "Kris has forgiven you many times over," Patty continued.
"You've proven your love to her just as much."

    "But..."

    "But nothing, Jim.  Look at the women in this pool.  Just
about every one of them would gladly... and I mean gladly...
take you aside for a quickie or maybe even want to start a
long term relationship with you.  Do you want to know why?
I've been talking with them all, you know.  They see you as a
jock!  A fucking jock, just like Tiny!"

    "A jock?" I asked.  I was about the least athletic person
I knew.

    "A jock.  Maybe not in sports, but the cheerleaders have
already adopted you as their friend.  It wasn't just Camille,
it was Sherry.  Lynette wants to be your slave!  You put on
two awesome concerts in the high school, a birthday party
with a band that sounded as if it cost a fortune to put
together, and even made Kristen's mother sound like Bette
Midler!  You almost single-handedly directed the school
musical and I heard people compare the music to a Broadway
performance!  Your name was on the program, Jim.  You were
the musical director.  Mr. Proilet listed himself as
assistant director."

    "He did?" I said.  I hadn't seen the program, since they
were handing them out in the hallways while I was backstage
fixing last minute disasters.

    "Have you ever heard of a teacher taking second fiddle to
a student?  You are that fucking good.  Do you notice how Mr.
Proilet has attended every one of your practices this
semester?  He's trying to learn from you!  He's probably the
smartest teacher I know, if he's smart enough to take free
lessons from a student!"

    I knew that Mr. Proilet said that he thought highly of
me, but I really thought he was just pumping up my
confidence.  Patty's observation put it into perspective.

    "Jim, in two years, maybe even next year, you will be
Prom King.  You will be the big man on campus, and every
girl--every heterosexual one, and probably some of the
lezzies for life--will want to do anything to have your baby.
Do you want to know how you'll react to that?  You won't
notice it!  You'll only have eyes for Kristen and the girls
will fucking love you even more for that!  When Lynette
leaves for college, you'll have every cheerleader begging to
replace her as Pussy Slave, and it won't be because they love
Kristen.  It will be you!"

    I looked at Kristen, and saw her nodding.

    Patty wasn't finished.  "Tim Hawking may be the
valedictorian of your class, but when you receive your
diploma when you graduate, you will get the standing ovation.
He cannot hope to aspire to what you've already achieved.
Sure, you have made mistakes.  You're a fucking human.
People forgive mistakes when they feel that the person
deserves it.  Who hasn't forgiven you?"

    "Patrice and Marla," I answered, softly.

    "Patrice forgave you," Kristen said.

    "Sometimes, I can see a fear of me in her eyes," I said,
sadly.

    Patty shook her head.  "She was at both of your concerts,
and I heard her yelling 'Oogie' just as loud as anybody else.
She's proud of you."

    "OK," I said, not wishing to belabor the point.  "Marla."

    "He writes to her," Kristen said.

    "You know about the letters?" I asked.

    Kristen nodded.  "I opened the first one.  I didn't know
who she was, but the first words in your letter were 'I'm
sorry.'"

    "Did she write back?" Patty asked.

    I nodded.

    "What did she say?"

    "She wants to see me this summer.  I told her about
Kristen, but she still wants to see me."

    "Did she say, 'I forgive you?'" Patty asked.

    I nodded.

    "I see that Patrice and Marla aren't an issue."

    "Merry, then."

    Kristen winced at that one.

    "I've talked to Merry a couple of months ago, Jim," Patty
said.

    "Oh?" I said.

    "She confided something to me, Jim." Patty looked as if
she were trying to decide whether to say something or not,
and then seemed to make a decision.  "She saw you outside her
room on New Year's Eve."

    My eyes widened.  "She what?"

    "Merry wanted to invite you in, but she was afraid you
would think that she was a kid and reject her."

    "What happened outside her room?" Kristen asked.

    "You'll have to ask Jim."

    "I allowed Merry to kiss me at midnight, as I promised
her.  It was a real kiss, not a sister kiss.  She asked me
specifically not to treat her like a kid.  Afterward, outside
her room, I could hear her masturbating and she called out my
name when she..." I couldn't go any further.

    Kristen smiled, and tried not to laugh.

    Patty said, "Does that sound as if she were somebody who
minds if you take a peek at her?"

    "No," I said.

    "The people you think you have wronged have all forgiven
you, Jim.  You are no Tim Hawking."

    Camille swam over and Toby was with Lynette.  From the
movements of Lynette's hands, it was obvious he was getting a
hand job.

    "What's up, kids?" Camille asked.

    "Jim is having an attack of conscience," Patty said.  "I
was trying to tell him that everybody he thinks he has
wronged has forgiven him."

    "And Patty is right," Kristen added.

    "Jim, you're the only one that hasn't asked anything from
the Pussy Slave, and the hour is almost up."

    "How much more time?" I asked.

    Camille said, "No clock, but I'd say about five minutes.
From your workout last night, I'd say you will have a problem
if you want to reach... completion... quickly."

    Kristen and Patty laughed, but the laughter quieted when
they looked at me.

    "I'll visit her when Toby leaves."

    "Toby?" Patty said.  She turned to look where Lynette and
Toby were.  She broke out in laughter again.  "It's been his
fantasy, you know.  A hand job from a naked cheerleader!
This is classic!"

    I finally found something to laugh at, and I found that
Patty's pep talk actually made me feel better.

    Everybody really forgave me.  Why couldn't I see that?
Maybe there was something deep inside me that wanted to feel
guilty.  I don't know, but I realized that Patty was right,
even if I'm not really a "jock."

    Toby swam away from Lynette, and I started swimming over
to her.

    "Hello, Lynette!" I said.

    "The name is Pussy Slave, Mr. Big," Lynette answered.

    I laughed at Kristen's name for me.  I turned around and
called Kristen over.

    "Lynette, you told me that you have a crush on Kristen.
Is that the truth?"

    "Yes, Mr. Big."

    "Do you love her, I mean, really love her?"

    Lynette paused for a few moments.  Kristen reached us,
but she hadn't heard the question.  Lynette stared at Kristen
and finally nodded.

    "Thank you, Pussy Slave," I said, reverting to that name
in front of Kristen.

    "Do you have a request for me, Mr. Big?"

    "Yes, Lynette.  I want you to love Kristen.  I want you
to love her with all your heart.  I want you to make her feel
loved.  You do that, and you've fulfilled my request for the
party."

    I swam away, leaving two completely stunned blondes in my
wake.

    I hoped Kristen liked my present.

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