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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 24--Graduation and Marla Returns

        Though we had our fling,
        I just never would suspect a thing.
        Til that little bell began to ring,
        In my head, in my head...
        But I tried to run,
        Though I knew it wouldn't help me none.
        Cause I couldn't ever love no one,
        Or so I said!
        But my feelings for you,
        Were just something I never knew,
        Til I saw the light in your eyes.
                -- I Saw The Light (Todd Rundgren)


    As expected, Camille gave the valedictory address at
commencement.  Since the speech needed to be cleared by the
Principal's office, it was your normal, everyday speech about
appreciating the past twelve years, looking forward to
college, and life afterward.

    The highlight came when Camille reached the last lines of
her speech:

	    And now, we find ourselves at that crossroads.
	There are many directions that we can go, and only
	one is right for any of us.  And when we look back
	at this day, we can remember the one thing that we
	will all remember with pride and joy... the moment
	when we were able to throw these up in the air!
    Instead of throwing her graduation cap up in the air, as
she indicated in her speech notes, Camille instead grabbed
her gown, and pulled it up over her head.

    Underneath the gown was... Camille.  Nothing else.

    Loud cheers, hoots, and whistles greeted Camille's flash.
Before anybody could do anything, the gown came back down,
almost exactly as it had been before, her arms in the correct
sleeves.

    Later on, I would find out that there were some noises
made about rescinding Camille's diploma due to her scandalous
display during the commencement, but I think that Mr. Yank
was secretly amused by Camille's antics.  The coup de grace
was when Camille gave him an itemized list of similar events
that happened without repercussions in the past, including
having a streaker interrupt the ceremony the previous year
(the fact that Camille had supposedly been that streaker
wasn't mentioned on Camille's list).  In the end, Camille got
her diploma without any problem.

    After the commencement, Camille, Lynette, Patty, Toby,
Wendy, Gerry, Roy, Jill, Archy, June, Kristen, and I had a
party at our apartment.

    For this party, we used the standard cheerleader rules:
all sex was all right, as long as it was consensual and if
multiple couples were involved, they needed to have the
approval of all parties concerned.  There was a half bottle
of wine distributed to each couple (Camille and Lynette being
considered a couple), which Kristen had made with a special
"CONGRATULATIONS CLASS OF 1975!" celebratory label.  We
figured a half bottle of wine per couple would allow
celebration but still avoid drunken carousing.

    Kristen gave Lynette her freedom for the party, and I
specifically told Archy and June that the guest bedroom was
theirs for the night and for up to a week, if they wanted it.
Kristen made a phone call and found out that the villa on
Lake Michigan was available for the week, and when she told
everybody, we all agreed it was a wonderful idea, so Kristen
reserved it.

    Before we left the apartment, Jackie and Maria visited us
with their dates.  Those two were going to be heading next
year's cheerleaders, with Jackie replacing Lynette as head
cheerleader, and Maria replacing Camille as co-captain.

    They were "inducted" to their positions by Lynette and
Camille where Jackie and Maria were ordered to earn their
status as "head" cheerleaders by performing head on all party
members, male or female, that wanted to audition them.

    Kristen and Camille both asked me if I was going to at
least "try" Jackie.  I turned them down.  This got me a few
strange looks, but neither one of them decided to push it.

    I was able to spend a few moments alone with Patty, who
looked ravishing in a light purple dress that she borrowed
from Kristen.  "That outfit looks great on you," I said.

    "Thanks, Jim," Patty said, giving me a warm smile.

    We made idle chit chat while Toby was out of sight.
Patty knew my unasked question.  "He's in the bedroom with
Maria."

    "You don't mind?" I asked.

    Patty shrugged.  "We're not really romantically involved.
It would be stupid of me to get jealous over Toby."

    I laughed.

    "I saw Kristen and Cammy try to get you to go with
Jackie," Patty said, her face smiling.

    "It's not my thing," I said.

    This elicited a huge laugh from Patty, which drew almost
everybody's attention, since Patty wasn't normally somebody
to burst out like that.  "Since the Senior Weekend, people
would think that you'd be the last person to turn Jackie
down."

    "I didn't turn her down," I corrected Patty.

    "No," Patty admitted, looking thoughtful.

    A couple of minutes were passed in silence.  When Patty
thought that people's attention to us had waned, she said,
quietly, "You turned Kris and Cammy down."

    "It's not the same thing..." I started to say.

    "I know, Jim," Patty interrupted.  "It would be different
if Jackie asked you herself."

    I shrugged.  I knew that Patty knew the way I felt, and
could almost read my mind, so I didn't have much to hide from
her.  "I probably wouldn't do it today even if she asked."

    "Sex is special to you," Patty observed.  "I knew that
when I saw you in the lingerie store last year."

    This resulted in a laugh from me.  "You knew something
that I didn't know, Patty.  At the time, I thought sex was
something cheap.  At least, with my... you know... I could
have it at any time."

    Patty nodded, knowing about my magical tickets.  "In your
own way, Jim, you opened my eyes.  I was... I guess I was
angry at all guys.  I didn't trust anybody.  Then you came
out of nowhere and showed me that I could have fun... that I
could... you know."

    This conversation was getting uncomfortable for me.
Patty had always attributed the fact that she finally got
over her rape two years previous from my taking advantage of
Camille, Wendy, and her nine months ago.  In private, I tried
to work out what it was or how I managed to do that for
Patty.  I had always figured that it was a side-effect of her
being given a ticket.

    Patty put her arms around my shoulder and started to walk
away, dragging me with her.  We walked out of the apartment
and into my practice room... the one place that was
sacrosanct in the apartment.

    Once we were inside, Patty said, "I can't tell you how
much you have done for me, Jim.  I've tried in the past, but
the words don't seem to fit.  You think it was the tickets,
and maybe the tickets helped, but it was you."

    I shook my head.  "I really don't understand, Patty."

    Patty looked into my eyes and finally nodded.  "You
don't.  Perhaps some day you will."

    I didn't answer Patty.

    Patty didn't say anything more.  She simply kissed me.

    Surprised by Patty's action, I tried to pull away, but
Patty seemed to expect that and pulled me back.  Her kiss
wasn't overtly sexy--we didn't exchange tongues as I did with
June, Camille, and Kristen.  Despite that, Patty's kiss was
totally erotic to me.

    All too soon, Patty pulled away.

    I looked at the red head, my mouth was open in shock.

    "I shall forever be your friend, Jim."

    The way that Patty said that, I had a distinct feeling
that I would never be lonely for the rest of my life.

* * *

    Back upstairs, I saw Jackie mingling around.  She was
topless and wearing only panties.  I have always admired the
nude form--well, ever since I first saw Merry's not quite a
year ago--and smiled at Jackie.

    "Hey, Jim," Jackie said, not the least embarrassed at her
nudity.

    "Hi, Jackie."

    "One of these days, maybe I'll beat Cammy's record."

    I knew that Jackie was talking about her cousin's
legendary sexual exploits, and I also knew that Jackie said
it in jest.  However, a part of me felt a bit angry that she
would talk about my friend that way.  I decided to let my
anger pass, and after a moment or two, I said, "You seem a
lot different than you did back at the villa.  Is that what
happens when they make you the leader of the cheerleaders?"

    Jackie's face turned serious.  "I was a bit of a prude at
the party because of my EX-boyfriend, Steve." Jackie nearly
spat the syllable "EX."

    I nodded, not knowing what to say.

    "Steve's the kind of person that if you give him any kind
of opportunity, he'd end up treating a girl like a whore.  I
didn't realize that about him until we were already at the
party.  I apologized to Kristen about the beer, you know."

    Mentioning the beer started to get me angry again.  I
took a deep breath to maintain my composure.

    "Jim, I'm very sorry for Steve's behavior at your party.
You and Kristen spent a lot of money for us to have a good
time, and the one rule you imposed on us was pissed all over
by Steve, and I guess myself."

    There was a question that had been bothering me for a
while.  "Did you know about his beer?"

    "Not at first," Jackie said.  "His friend Donny was
around when we were packing the limo.  Donny must have
smuggled the cases into the limo when Steve was asking the
driver to help him find one of his bags, which we never
found.  I didn't notice the beer until we were already at the
villa.  I told Steve it wasn't a good idea, but he ignored
me.  I told Kristen as soon as I saw her at the villa."

    I nodded, remembering that Kristen had informed me of the
beer, but she hadn't thought that the amount involved would
spoil the party.  I didn't want to make a scene at the villa,
so I also decided to ignore the blatant abuse of our
hospitality.  Unfortunately, it turned out that it gave the
opportunity for Steve to simply drink beer after beer all the
time we were there, since everybody else obeyed our "no
alcohol" rule.

    I forced a smile.  "That's over and done with."

    Jackie hugged me tightly.  "You are such a nice person,
Jim.  I can see what all the cheerleaders see in you."

    I hugged Jackie, and felt my anger wash away.

* * *

    We invited Jackie and Maria to the villa, along with
their boyfriends, with the proviso that any boyfriend needed
to pass muster between Lynette, Camille, Archy, Kristen, and
me.  As it happened, both boyfriends passed muster with
flying colors, both having a great sense of humor and a great
party attitude without the need to take things too far.

    At the villa, we reinstated the Twelve parties, but we
just celebrated them with everybody nude, and everybody doing
anything, as long as it was consensual.  The midnight hot tub
sessions added one extra rule: partners couldn't neck,
allowing people to get to know the others better.

    Lynette and June were Pussy Slave and Cunt Whore only on
the last day of the holiday, although both wore nothing at
all at most times.  In fact, the nudity started slowly, with
Lynette, June, Camille, and Kristen being the only ones the
first day, and by the end of the weekend, everybody was
comfortable enough that nudity was nearly universal.

    It was amazing how close everybody got during these
parties.  Even the guys were starting to feel comfortable
being nude around other guys.

    Since Kristen hired limousines to take all of us to the
villa, we expected limos to take us back, but we were all
surprised when it turned out that Kristen instead hired three
taxis to take us to an air strip where we rode a small jet to
the air field just outside our town, where limousines were
waiting for us.  Kristen knew how to do things in style.

* * *

    Kristen showed me first class tickets for the two of us
to travel to Boston to visit her brother.  Along with us, she
also purchased tickets for Camille and Lynette.  June was
also invited, but she declined, saying that she was renewing
her relationship with her mother, something that started with
the confrontation her mother provoked with me at the
apartment.  It wasn't easy for June, as I made quite a
strongly negative impression on her mother, and June was
somewhat caught in the middle.

    When Will met us at Logan, it was as if we were in a
repeat of a television episode where two long lost lovers met
in the airport after years and years of separation, with Will
and Camille as the star-crossed lovers.

    Kristen made reservations at the Ritz-Carlton for Lynette
and the two of us to share a room.  Will and Camille went to
Cambridge and spent most of their time together without the
three of us.

    The exception was Sunday, July 4.  The Esplanade was a
madhouse, and it got crowded quite quickly.  Kristen looked
around and found some buildings on the other side of Storrow
Drive with patios and balconies with a good view of the hatch
shell, where the Boston Pops would be playing their annual
concert.  She visited each building until she found one
amenable to allowing us up on a balcony for a wad of one
hundred dollar bills that Kristen handed the manager.  She
gave him another five hundred dollars, and asked if the
manager could arrange to get some fresh grilled fish from
Legal Sea Foods delivered to our balcony.

    We had what must have been the greatest view of the
Charles River and we could actually hear the Boston Pops.
Even if we couldn't, the manager provided us with a
television, and a local station was carrying the concert live
(it was eerie with the television sound on, since there was a
noticeable delay).  The five of us couldn't think of any way
to spend the a fourth of July any better.

* * *

    When I got back to Illinois, I found that Mr. Proilet
signed me up for some advanced music classes at the community
college not too far away from where I lived.  Kristen hired a
limo service to drive me back and forth between the apartment
and the college.  I was able to take about ten college
credits during that time.  It was nowhere near the cake walk
that my junior and high school music classes were.  I
actually found myself learning things I hadn't known, and I
enjoyed the courses, despite the hard effort that the classes
required.

    Kristen also attended classes at the community college,
focusing on business courses.  She explained to me that she
disliked having to rely on others to maintain the money that
was now hers.  I convinced her to take a general music theory
course with me, and the two of us got to see each other at
that time, as well as at home, but not as much as I
anticipated that we would have spent back when I was looking
forward to the end of school.

    I spent time with my own family, and found Merry coming
into her own.  She grew up a bit, and I noticed that her
girlish charm, which she could still affect, was slowly being
replaced by a woman who was reaching maturity.

    Merry still stared at me when she thought I wasn't
looking.  I had mixed feelings about this, actually.  Merry
wasn't related to me by blood, but I knew that her father was
very protective of Merry still.  I remember that I was able
to escape from under my mother's thumb at about the age she
was at this point, and I was thinking that maybe I could help
her with her father, although I wasn't sure I would go as far
as to expend a couple of tickets doing so.

    However, one obvious thing was that Merry didn't have the
drive I had.  She really liked to have fun, which wasn't a
bad thing, but didn't seem to have a focus for her life, like
I did with music.  Now, I didn't think that everybody needed
to have a single-minded pursuit of any one specific thing,
but I saw more of a carefree attitude in Merry than I did in
anybody else that I associated with, with the possible
exception of June.

    Archy would be leaving soon on a football scholarship to
Purdue.  He needed to get there early for training camp.  In
addition, Wendy was moving to the west coast, enrolling in
UCLA.  I also found out through Sherry that her cousin Dale,
Kristen's old nemesis, was attending there as well.

    Lynette gave up a dance scholarship on Long Island, NY to
attend the local community college, mostly to stay close to
Kristen who was also taking courses there during the summer.
It was becoming obvious that Lynette would be a long term
relationship with Kristen and myself.  Lynette was becoming a
regular fixture in my bed, although I only fucked her once,
at Kristen's request, so that Kristen could taste my semen in
Lynette's pussy afterward.

    Lynette and I got along, although my feelings for her
were much different than the feelings I had for June.  I
considered Lynette as Kristen's special playmate, as June was
mine.  The big difference was that I knew my time with June
would eventually come to an end the day she left for college
in Ohio or Indiana to be closer to Archy.

    Patty was also attending the community college.  Kristen
convinced both Lynette and Patty to switch their majors to
business.  In addition, Lynette would minor in education, and
Patty's minor would be art.

    Camille hadn't told anybody until she was ready to leave
that she got a scholarship to Brown University, which is in
Providence, an hour's drive from Boston.  She intended to get
a medial degree.  It wasn't a stretch of the imagination that
the proximity to Will Swift may have had something to do with
her decision of where she would attend.  However, Camille
actually received scholarship offers to a lot of places,
including the esteemed Harvard, which would have been closer
to Will's Cambridge apartment.  Camille investigated the two
schools and thought that Brown would be a better place for
her to go.

    A lot of my friends were leaving, and thinking about that
sometimes made me feel a bit sad.  I knew that I still had an
"instant in" with the cheerleaders that remained at the high
school; for that matter, I was already starting to get quite
popular with most of the people in my grade and the new
senior class.  Still, I felt a sense of loss, and wondered
why things couldn't stay the same way forever.

* * *

    One thing that I was dreading was meeting with Marla
LaGruzio, a girl I mistreated last year.

    The word "mistreat" wasn't that accurate a word, but it
was the way I felt about my behavior toward Marla.

    I used a Lucky Ticket to have Marla perform oral sex on
me.  It was only one occasion, and she didn't seem to have
any resentment over it.  In fact, she asked to see me again
on her own before she needed to head back to California,
where she lived.

    Marla's cousin, Doreen, was in my school and was also in
my grade, although we didn't share any classes together.
Doreen gave me Marla's phone number and address.  I was too
timid to call Marla, because I didn't know if I'd freeze up
when I tried to say something.

    I felt quite guilty over my actions with Marla, and she
wrote to tell me when she would be visiting her Aunt Gin,
Doreen's mother.  Marla and Doreen were about the same age as
I was, give or take six months, and at sixteen, Marla
expected to be able to have some freedom to go out on dates.

    I already wrote to Marla about Kristen, and Marla seemed
to be interested in the woman who actually managed to snag
me.  At our age, relationships that lasted nearly a year
weren't particularly common.

    Kristen, of course, knew about Marla.  I was quite
truthful to Kristen about everything I ever did with another
woman, and also just about everything that I ever did with
the tickets.

    I thought back to that day in the park when my friend
Jack and I met Marla and Doreen.  I just figured out some
interesting uses for the tickets, and as such, I oozed a lot
more confidence than I normally did at that time.

    You would think that a guy who participated in orgies and
had a steady girlfriend as well as two "slaves" would be
immune to shyness.  That wasn't the case with me, however.
Put me in a concert hall with a conductor's stick, a trumpet,
or a piano, and I have no problems taking control.  Put me
face to face with a girl who thinks I'm "interesting" and it
is quite another thing.

    The weird exception to this was how I handled June's
mother, Mrs. Rodgers.  Instead of being timid, I seemed to
sense that I was the one in charge despite her bluster and
bluff.

    My summer class schedule kept most days busy for me, but
a lot of my nights were available.  Even so, I made my date
with Marla for Wednesday, since I only had one class on
Thursday afternoon, which would allow me to do any homework
that needed to be done the next morning.

    Kristen noticed my nervousness.  Her idea was for us to
take Marla to Vaughn's, and afterward take her back to our
apartment and just talk.  When Kristen suggested June and
Lynette be around as well, I vetoed that idea: Marla might be
scandalized by their costumes at the apartment.

    "That's silly, Jim.  They're here just about every day.
Marla should see the real you."

    "Please, Kristen.  Let me do things my way.  I haven't
told Marla too much about my personal life with you.  I
really don't want to shock her."

    "You're not even going to tell her tonight?" Kristen
asked, surprised.

    "I didn't think it might come up, actually."

    "Let me feel her out.  We girls can usually figure out
how another one of us would react.  Is that all right?"

    "Fine," I said, sighing.

    Kristen gave Lynette some money for June and her to have
a night out on the town.  They were to come back home no
earlier than ten.

    After the two girls left, I asked Kristen why we couldn't
go out on a night on the town.

    Kristen had an immediate answer.  "You're meeting a girl
with whom you had a sexual relationship, albeit a short one,
and you're bringing your current steady along.  Dinner and
talking is best."

    Kristen and I picked up Marla at Doreen's house.

    When Doreen's mom answered the door, she smiled at me.
"The world famous Oogie Woogie!" She turned to Kristen and
said, "You must be Kristen Swift."

    I smiled.  "Yeah, that's us."

    Marla looked pretty and just a little older than I
remembered her.  We made small talk before we left.  I
noticed that Mrs. Peterson--Marla's aunt--didn't give any
time limit for this date.

    Marla was quiet in the car, and I helped her out of the
back seat when we got to Vaughn's.

    "Hi, Kristen; hi, Jim.  Who's your guest?" the manager
said as he greeted us.

    "This is Marla LaGruzio, from California."

    "Pleased to meet you, Marla."

    The manager took us to our secluded table and handed us
our menus.

    "So, Marla, what do you think of our town?" Kristen asked.

    "It's interesting.  I was really most interested in
seeing Jim again.  Doreen has been keeping me up with all the
gossip."

    "Gossip?" I asked.  Doreen and I hardly interacted.

    "Doreen calls them 'Oogie Stories,'" Marla said.

    Kristen laughed while I groaned.

    "Is it true that you have two slaves and throw orgies at
your house and at expensive villas on the lake?"

    Oh, dear.

    Kristen liked Marla immediately.  She was herself and
very secure in unfamiliar surroundings.

    It was natural for anybody to like Kristen, and I
wondered how I could have hated her so much just a year ago.
Surprisingly, I didn't see any jealousy exhibited by either
girl.

    I don't remember what I had, probably my usual, which is
one of the burgers the place specializes in.

    Marla and Kristen refused the Belly Buster dessert, and
we ended up back in the apartment.  The two girls chatted all
during dinner and the trip back as if they were old friends.

    When we got to the apartment, Marla gulped.  "This is the
Den of Iniquity?"

    Kristen laughed.  "Is that what people are calling it?"

    Marla blushed and nodded.

    "We should get a sign, Jim."

    I spoke for the first time since we left Vaughn's.
"Knowing you, Goddess, you'll make it a neon one!"

    "Ooh!" Kristen sighed.

    Maybe my attempt at humor was going to backfire.

    We went into the apartment.

    Marla seemed genuinely surprised and just a bit
disappointed that our place was just a regular apartment.

    "What were you expecting, Marla?" Kristen asked.
"Torture chambers, whips on the walls?"

    Marla laughed.  "Well, not really."

    "Do you want to see our dungeon?" Kristen asked.

    "Huh?"

    "Kris is talking about the downstairs," I said.  "We have
three rooms set up.  We also have space that used to be a
garage, but we haven't figured out what we're going to do
with it."

    Marla said, "I'd love to see your dungeon!"

    Kristen took the two of us downstairs.  We went into the
first room, which was my practice room.

    Since this was "my" room, I gave Marla the tour.  "Those
instrument cases are mine.  The room is soundproof so that if
I wish to doodle on the trumpet or whatever in the middle of
the night, it doesn't wake people up."

    "Don't listen to him, Marla," Kristen said.  "The room is
soundproof so that the screaming doesn't alert the police!"

    I rolled my eyes.

    Marla pointed toward the back at what looked to her like
a table with a blanket draped over it.  "What's that?"

    "A vivisection table!" Kristen giggled.

    I pulled the blanket off and showed Marla my electric
piano.  "The blanket keeps dust off it."

    "Yeah," Kristen said.  "A bit too small for vivisection."

    After the studio, Kristen led Marla to the playroom.

    "This room isn't soundproof, for those that don't mind
screaming."

    Marla knew that Kristen was teasing her now.  "I like
playing pool."

    "Kristen did, too, until she played against Camille."

    "Oh?"

    "Camille is a pool hustler that won thousands of my hard
earned dollars, as well as my virtue."

    "Hard earned?" I asked.  "Virtue?"

    Kristen ignored my questions.  "I'll have you know that
he had his way with a virginal cheerleader on that very table
not too long ago!"

    "Virginal cheerleader?  Isn't that an oxymoron?" Marla
asked.

    I laughed.  "Actually, she was.  She still is."

    "Huh?  Kristen was kidding, right?"

    "Kristen was talking about June.  If you've heard the
gossip, then you should know the story about the virgin
cheerleader."

    "The rumors said you took her virginity."

    "Well, I didn't take it.  She gave it to me for
safekeeping."

    Marla looked confused.

    Kristen looked at me, impressed.  "Interesting way to put
that, Jim."

    "Thank you, Goddess."

    Marla looked confused, but let the comment pass.  "I
thought you said there were three rooms down here."

    "There are," I said, wondering why Kristen had avoided
her favorite one.

    "Want to see it?" Kristen asked.

    From her tone of voice, I knew that Kristen had some sort
of agenda.  It wasn't too difficult for me to read her mind.
I gave Kristen a look that asked her, "Are you sure?" but
Kristen seemed determined.

    "This way," Kristen said, leading Marla out of the
playroom.

    The next room was our communal shower.  Kristen didn't
turn on the light as we entered.

    "There's an echo here," Marla said, noticing the
acoustics.

    "Surprise!" Kristen said, flipping the light switch.

    Marla saw where she was and laughed.  She stopped
laughing when she realized that Kristen was down to bra and
panties.

    In five seconds, Kristen was nude.  "Nothing like a hot
shower, Marla!"

    Kristen turned on one of the showers and started to
drench herself.  "Come on and join us!"

    Marla stared at Kristen, disbelief on her face.

    "Come on, the water's warm!"

    I didn't want to spook Marla, so I didn't take off my
clothes, even though I knew that rubbing soap on Kristen's
body was one of her favorite activities that didn't include
my sperm in her mouth.

    Marla looked from Kristen to me, and then I saw her start
to undress.  She saw a place that was convenient for storing
clothes, and slowly undressed.

    I still had memories of Marla's long, dark brown hair,
which was longer than last year.  Now, it hung down to the
middle of her back.

    Marla was getting naked without my having to give her a
ticket!

    When she was completely nude, Marla selected a shower on
the other side of me and turned it on.  I was now standing
underneath a silent shower, with two lovely nude women on
either side of me.

    I didn't need to be told what to do.  I went over to one
of the dressing nooks and got undressed quickly.  As I
turned, I got a bit embarrassed at my nudity, but realized
that Marla already saw my cock a year ago, up close and
personal.

    I took the shower between the two girls.

    "This shower isn't quite right," Kristen said, turning
off her shower.  She moved over to where I was and tested my
spray.  "Ah, perfect!"

    I took the soap from its holder and started rubbing
Kristen's body the way I know she loves being caressed with
soap.

    "You should try the water from this shower, Marla!"
Kristen said, inviting Marla over.

    Marla smiled at Kristen's offer and moved over to where
we were playing.

    "Can you soap me?" Marla asked, softly.

    It was one of the sexiest requests I heard.

    "Of course, Marla," I answered.

    "Will you take my virginity on the pool table the same
way you did that cheerleader's?"

    Kristen started laughing.  "I think you have the wrong
impression.  June was a virgin when Jim took her on the pool
table.  She's still a virgin."

    "Huh?" Marla said, confused.  "I thought she gave him her
virginity."

    "For safe keeping," I said.  "She gets it back on her
wedding night for Archy Jonas, her boyfriend, to take for
real."

    Marla didn't seem to understand.

    "She gave me permission to take her virginity at any
time, at my discretion.  My decision was to not take it."

    "But Kristen said you took her on the table..."

    "You took me under that willow tree last year, Marla."

    "Oh!" Marla said, suddenly understanding.  "You mean,
your sex slave is a virgin and will remain one?"

    "She will remain one if I have anything to do with it,
and she's not my sex slave."

    "Jim only threatened June's virginity once," Kristen said.

    "Huh?"

    Kristen described, in excruciating detail my encounter
with June's mother.  I made slight corrections in the
details, but Kristen had the story pretty accurate.

    "I knew you were quite forward last year.  I never
realized..."

    Kristen laughed.  "You were Jim's second experience.  His
first was the day before.  All his bravado was just a show."

    "Hey!" I said.  "That's personal!"

    "You're lathering soap in Marla's crotch and you are
accusing me of being personal?"

    "Um..." I said, not having an answer for that.

    "Jim talks a good game, Marla," Kristen said.  "I think
Jim would have kittens if June's mother actually showed up
here as Ass Whore.  I think he'd tell security that he wasn't
here."

    I looked at Kristen sharply, but realized she was right.
I made a mental note to consider that option in that event.

    Marla kissed me.  "You're so cute, Jim..."

    Marla paused.  "Oh, Kristen... I'm sorry... I mean, he's
yours..."

    "Marla, he has his hands between your legs, and you think
that I'm going to mind if you kiss him?  I'm going to expect
you to give as good and as thorough a washing to Jim as he's
giving you.  If you want, I will help you give a special part
of him a spit shine."

    "You really don't mind?  You aren't just making up
stories about the virgin cheerleader?"

    I raised three fingers.  "Scout's honor, Marla.  June and
Lynette will be here around ten.  In fact, we should have
told you that before we brought you in here.  They usually
don't wear clothes on the property.  If they see the Camaro
in the driveway and don't find us in the parking lot, they
will come looking for us."

    "You really have two slaves?" Marla asked, her breathing
was starting to get heavy as my fingers worked their magic.

    Kristen signaled me to move Marla so that she could help
me double team her.

    "One is Pussy Slave, the other is Cunt Whore."

    "Which one is the virgin?  Pussy Slave?"

    "Hardly," I laughed.  "Lynette has probably experienced
more male and female lovers than you can imagine.  If you
think that's a big number, then Camille, who may or may not
come over with Lynette and June, has had probably up to five
times that amount.  Camille lost count, but I'm pretty sure
that Lynette has a diary with names that she has been offered
a fortune for."

    "Camille?"

    "She used to be my baby sitter," I explained.  "Actually,
her sister was, but she tagged along.  Lynette and Camille
were captain and co-captain of the cheerleading squad this
year.  Part of their job was to offer their sexual services
to any athlete that felt a bit frisky who didn't have a
girlfriend, or who did have a girlfriend but wasn't that kind
of girl.  Having those two around prevented overdoses of
testosterone that, a couple of years ago, resulted in the
rape of our best friend."

    "Your best friend?"

    "Patty Nadal," I said.  "She was my first regular lover,
who came to my house in the mornings to give me oral sex
after our first night with two of her friends in a park."

    "I'm getting confused," Marla said.

    "Something I did unintentionally seemed to reawaken the
sexual side of Patty that she had thought was killed after
her rape.  Her way of thanking me was to come to my room
every morning.  Those actions made me have some frank talk
with my mother about sex."

    "You have been pretty active!" Marla said.

    "Actually, between my first experience, you, and then
Patty, I think it took four or five days tops.  It took a few
weeks for my mother to believe that I wasn't a dope dealer
that was using drugs to get what I wanted from pretty girls."

    My story was interrupted by a mostly silent orgasm that
Marla experienced from my fingers on her clit, and Kristen's
on her nipples.

    Marla caught her breath after a few moments.  "I always
wondered why I felt so attracted to you back then.  I still
do, actually.  I know why I'm here tonight, but last year I
was acting as if I was somebody completely different."

    This was the part of the night with Marla that I was
dreading.  I knew that any second, I would blurt out about
the tickets and how I was a total asshole.

    "Jim found a way to get girls to do sexual things.  The
girls would think they were doing things on their own when
they were doing what he wanted.  He even did it with me, but
after he did it with me, he realized that he loved me, and he
discovered that it's much better to do things naturally."

    Marla and I looked at Kristen.  Kristen came up with a
great way to describe what I did without revealing the
existence of the tickets, and I was shocked.  Marla was
shocked for another reason.

    "Is that why just about every letter I've received from
you has an apology in it?"

    I nodded, unwilling to open my mouth, afraid of what I
would say.

    "That's so sweet!" Marla said.  "You mean, you've been
apologizing all this time for the willow tree?"

    "That, and standing you up at the mall before you left to
go home."

    "I thought it was the mall, and was always confused about
that.  One apology would have sufficed.  I've never been
angry about the willow tree!"

    "But I tricked you!" I said.

    "I didn't dislike what I did," Marla said.  "I did it
before, you know.  In fact, I even told you then."

    "I know, but when I realized... I mean... I thought I was
a low form of life.  A friend of mine--June's boyfriend, in
fact--told me that you need to stop a rapist or he will
strike again.  His mom is a rape counselor."

    Marla shook her head.  "That is true in only some cases,
Jim.  My mom's job has her working with prisons, and today,
most prisons don't live up with the name 'Correctional
Facility.' They are there to punish, and to create even more
violent criminals when people serve out their terms.  Her
crusade is to return the concept of rehabilitation into the
prison system.  It's an uphill battle, because everybody
always points to people such as Charles Manson or Richard
Speck or some other monster that can never be rehabilitated.
But for every one of them, there are hundreds or thousands
that can be rehabilitated; people who don't know any better
or who never had any opportunity to make something of their
life."

    Marla's face became animated, and it was obvious that
this subject was close to her heart.  "You didn't know any
better, and you met Kristen, and realized the error of your
ways.  Let me make a few guesses, OK?"

    "OK."

    "You told Kristen what you did, she didn't discover it,
right?"

    "Right." I didn't see the point of this questioning.

    "You realized that you were a bad boy, or worse.  I think
you used the term 'rapist.'"

    I nodded again.

    "I bet you have sought out every one of your supposed
victims and begged for forgiveness, right?"

    "Um..."

    Kristen interrupted.  "He has.  Every single one.  I
know, because he told me about every single one."

    I nodded.

    "Does this sound like a serial rapist to you?" Marla
asked.

    "Well, when you put it that way..."

    "I'm not saying that a person that commits a crime should
go unpunished.  If he is sorry, truly sorry, he can be
rehabilitated, and that is what my mother crusades for, and I
will join her when I get my law degree.  The ones that can be
rehabilitated should be allowed to do so, and they should be
separated from the hardened criminals who have no desire to
leave a life of crime.  You are living proof that a single
mistake should not make a person a criminal for life."

    "That's fine, but..." I said, conceding Marla's point.

    "As far as the term 'rape' is concerned, Jim, let me tell
you something more.  You said your friend was raped.  Patty,
right?"

    "Yeah."

    "How did she react to it?"

    "The rape?" I asked, surprised by the turn of the
question.  "Patty withdrew into herself.  She didn't go on
dates.  She lost all of her friends except a couple of very
close ones, but she never told anybody about what happened.
She also told me that she couldn't even orgasm by herself."

    Marla nodded.  "She should have undergone counseling, as
it sounds as if it really affected her.  However, such things
are typical, believe it or not.  Now, think about the people
you tricked.  Did any of them react that way?"

    "Um..."

    "I know that I didn't," Marla said, her voice very
animated.  "I was curious why I did something with a person
that was more or less a complete stranger, but you didn't
damage my psyche.  I actually enjoyed what we did.  Ask how
many real rape victims enjoy the act.  I'll give you the
answer: none.  Those people that have rape fantasies think
that they might enjoy being taken like that, but a rapist
isn't interested in their fantasies.  He's interested in
domination and subjugating his victim.  The actual sexual act
is secondary.  In fact, studies have shown that many rapists
are impotent.  Think about that!"

    Marla was really passionate about this subject.  However,
I couldn't find any problems with her logic.

    Kristen said, softly, "Jim had a real problem when Tiny
told him 'once a rapist, always a rapist.' It was Patty that
comforted him then.  She was the rape victim.  She was also
one of Jim's victims, but her reaction to Jim tricking her
was that he awakened her sexuality, as Jim said.  I've talked
with her.  She's the one that got Jim and me together.  We've
talked privately together many times, and Patty even knew the
trick that Jim employed.  She's still thankful that Jim
showed her that she could enjoy sex once again.  She thought
that part of her--that part of her that made her a
female--was killed."

    "Patty should have told you what I just told you."

    "Patty's home environment isn't the same as yours,"
Kristen said.  "She couldn't tell her mother, and she didn't
have anybody to turn to.  As Jim said, her best friend was
Camille, and it took until after Patty met Jim that Camille
finally put all the pieces together.  Jim already mentioned
that Camille and Lynette came up with an interesting way to
keep oversexed jocks in line, perhaps to prevent what
happened to Patty to happen to one of their friends.  It may
or may not have worked, but Cammy and Lynette seemed to have
fun doing it."

    Marla thought for a moment.  "I can't say that I'd adopt
their solution in high schools nationwide, but it's an
interesting idea for a study.  I can't see such a study
getting funding, but if somebody could set up some kind of
controlled experiment..."

    I couldn't hold back my laughter now.  "Yeah.  A sex
study that asks high school cheerleaders to fuck athletes.  I
don't think that would go over very well."

    "Your friend Camille saw a problem, and she came up with
a solution," Marla said.  "She sounds like a real go-getter.
She also could just be a slut and used that as an excuse to
explain her actions."

    "She's both," Kristen said.  "She's a slut, and she'll
tell you that she is.  You name a sexual act, and she's
experienced it, and she can give you hints on how to enjoy it
more.  At the same time, she was the valedictorian of my
class this year.  At graduation, she lifted up her graduation
robe and flashed everybody there... she wore nothing
underneath!"

    "Sounds like somebody very comfortable with her
sexuality," Marla said.  "I don't think I've met a
cheerleader that was a valedictorian.  That may be the effect
of stereotypes, and it might be unfair, but Camille sounds
like somebody that I'd like to meet."

    Kristen looked up at the clock in the dressing area.  The
clock was installed after we realized that showers were
taking much longer than people were anticipating.  "She might
be here in a half hour.  Lynette will definitely be here, and
she was the captain of the cheerleaders.  Both of them are
blondes, but neither one is dumb.  Lynette just loves sex."

    I added, "Lynette loves Kristen even more."

    Marla nodded.  "You said she's one of your slaves.  How
did you manage that?"

    "Lynette was easy," Kristen said.  "She always had a
crush on me, and confessed this to both of us.  Jim gave
permission for her and me to get together, and I realized
when I was with her that this wasn't just a roll in the hay.
Lynette was seriously infatuated with me.  I didn't ask Jim,
but I made Lynette an offer: she could come over here, but if
she did so, she would be a slave to Jim and me.  This is the
reciprocity: she gets my love... my unadulterated love, and
I'm not just talking sex here.  In return, Jim isn't left
out.  With us in charge, and the fact that Jim and I intend
to marry, Lynette knows her place.  If she decides to go
elsewhere, then she'll leave.  We'll miss her, but we'll wish
her a good life."

    Marla listened and thought a bit.  "You're playing with
fire there, but since it's voluntary on everybody's part,
then I can't find fault with it.  I can't see me agreeing to
such a bargain.  What about the other one... June?"

    I shook my head.  "That one is a long story."

    Marla looked at the clock.  "We have a half hour before
your slaves arrive.  Do we have time?"

    I told Marla how June created her own phony Oogie Story
as a way of making me seem more human.

    "That's truly funny!" Marla said.  "That explains that
confusing description of her virginity!"

    "It also made me a target of every female that thought I
was unattainable earlier this year when Kristen was keeping
everybody away from me.  Suddenly, I'm now available.  In
addition, a black classmate tried to hurt me.  Archy took
offense to that, I found out later, and that became yet
another Oogie Story."

    Marla laughed: she heard that one, too.  She really was
one of my long distance fans.

    I looked at the time.  There were ten minutes until the
girls would show up.  "Kristen, may I have some time alone
with Marla?"

    Kristen looked at me oddly.

    "I want to take her into the practice room.  We'll be
upstairs in ten minutes.  I promise to behave myself.
Specifically, I'm not going to have sex with her.  In
addition, I won't put my fingers or tongue between her legs."

    Kristen knew that I didn't say I wouldn't touch Marla,
but couldn't find any weasel room in what I promised.

    "Give me ten minutes alone with Marla.  I'll bring her
upstairs, au naturel, since she seems to be getting off on
June and Lynette, and she really wants to see Cammy if she
decides to show."

    "The practice room?" Kristen asked.

    "I usually prefer my lovers to know that I'm a musician.
Of everybody that has ever been with me, Marla is the only
one that never heard me play."

    This explanation finally seemed to satisfy Kristen.

    "Will you give me a kiss first?" Kristen asked.

    "Of course," I said.  I moved over to Kristen, away from
Marla, and kissed by lovely blonde Goddess.

    When we broke the kiss, Kristen hugged me and whispered
in my ear.  "Did you write her a song?"

    "No," I said, truthfully.

    "Oh," Kristen said, a bit disappointed.

* * *

    I toweled Marla off, and led her, still nude, into the
practice room.

    "Do you prefer electric or acoustic piano?" I asked her.

    "I don't know the difference."

    "You're not tone deaf, are you?" I asked.

    Marla broke out in song, "The sun will come out,
tomorrow..."

    "You sing beautifully," I said, amazed.  "Let's use the
upright piano."

    I pulled the bench out and opened the cover.

    "I still need something.  Oh, yeah.  Come here, Marla."

    Marla came over, confusion on her face.

    "Sit on my lap so my dick is on the outside of your
crotch."

    Marla had some trouble understanding, so I helped her get
into the same position I used with June when I played while
she masturbated herself on my crotch.

    "I've only done this once, with that virgin cheerleader,"
I whispered to Marla.

    "Ooh."

    "I played _Goodbye Yellow Brick Road_ and another special
song for her.  I've never told Kristen about that.  Would you
like that?"

    "That song... that whole Elton John album is depressing.
Do you do requests?"

    "Depends on the song.  Some songs don't sound good on
piano."

    Marla thought for a moment.  "Can you think of a good
piano song other than that one?"

    "Do you know Todd Rundgren?"

    "Who?" Marla asked.

    "He's a great guitar player.  He has his own group.
Anyway, there's a song that I never played for anybody
before, and I figured that I'd play it for you."

    "Me?"

    I started playing the intro, my arms snuggling against
Marla's small breasts almost the same way that I did with
June.  During the introduction, I told Marla that she was
supposed to grind herself against me, and achieve orgasm
before the end of the song.

        It was late, last night,
        I was feeling something wasn't right,
        There was not another soul in sight,
        Only you, only you!
        So we walked along,
        Though I knew there was something wrong,
        And the feeling that feels so strong about you,
        Then you gazed up at me,
        And the answer was plain to see,
        Cause I saw the light in your eyes.


    Marla's grinding was light, at first.  I licked at her
ears between lines and verses.  I added an instrumental
bridge while my tongue went in and out of her ear.

    By the time I was near the end, Marla's grinding was
frantic.  I could tell that her body was very close to
release, but she wasn't achieving it.

    The last few lines of the song were just notes played
with one hand.  I used the other to flick at her nipples.
Still no orgasm.

        And I ran out before,
        But I won't do it anymore!
        Can't you see the light in my eyes?
        In my eyes? In my eyes? In my eyes?


    As I drew out the last lines, Marla sang it with me as
she finally achieved her release.  She ended with a long
note, and her lovely voice hit it about two octaves over
mine, turning the song into a scream of ecstasy.

    Afterward, Marla was panting on my lap.

    "I thought you'd never end that song!" Marla breathed.

    "I was waiting for you to come."

    "I was waiting for you to finish the damned song!"

    This struck me as funny.  I delayed the last verse a bit
because I didn't want it to finish before she did.
Apparently, Marla had been holding back, waiting for it.

    "I'm never going to listen to Todd Rundgren with dry
panties again," Marla said.

    I was quite amused.  Marla didn't even know the
performer's name until I played the song for her.  I started
giggling.

    It was contagious.  The two of us laughed so hard that we
fell off the piano bench.  Luckily, the room had deep pile
shag carpet and neither one of us got hurt.  Instead, we just
hugged each other and started to cuddle.

    Marla noticed the time.  "Ooh!  It's after ten!"

    "Do you really want to meet our slaves?" I asked Marla,
giving her one last chance to shy away.

    "Jim, if I leave this house a virgin, then I will never
forgive you.  I've been waiting a year for this moment.  I
want my own Oogie Story, and nobody will fucking believe that
song you sang for me."

    "I think the Oogie Stories are supposed to be things
nobody is supposed to believe."

    "Anybody that meets you finds out that they're true."
Marla sighed.

    We went upstairs.

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