Message-ID: <45118asstr$1067739003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [jimc_author@hotmail.com] From: "Jim C" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 01 Nov 2003 18:45:20.0117 (UTC) FILETIME=[4CDF7A50:01C3A0A8] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 01 Nov 2003 13:45:19 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Lucky Tickets Chapter 07 (mf ff rom 1st teen non-con mc md humil) Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 21:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ See when your friends are online with MSN Messenger 6.0. Download it now FREE! http://msnmessenger-download.com <1st attachment, "Chapter-07.txt" begin> Title: Lucky Tickets Author: JiMC Copyright and Disclaimer: This story is copyright (c) 1998, 2002, 2003. All rights are reserved by the author, including that of publication. Posting on-line is only allowed when permission is explicitly granted by the author, and then only for the complete story, including this disclaimer. Contact the author at for more information, referring to this story ("Lucky Tickets"). (Permission for posting on storiesonline.net and asstr-mirror.org is explicitly granted.) The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be references to people in a historical context, but they are not really characters in this story. This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems to be similar to the real universe. Most of the characters in this story are under aged, however the target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds. Chapter 7 I had a turkey sandwich at Wendy's house. I was quite hungry and it was able to tide me over. My command the other day for Wendy and Camille to trust me seemed to be holding. Not privy to the workings of my lucky tickets, they weren't sure how I would be able to get Kristen under my power, but they felt strangely confidant that I would be able to do so. The only hole in my plan was getting to Kristen in the first place. It was not normal for any of us to associate with Kristen, so we wouldn't be able to just approach her front door and expect her to answer it. None of us knew her schedule, so we just couldn't expect to meet her, say, at the mall. Of course, I remembered Patrice, who was a member of Kristen's inner circle. I knew that we could probably be able to get to Kristen through Patrice, but there was still the fact that I didn't want to use tickets on Patrice for a while until I could get my thoughts straightened up about her. Then Wendy suggested Jackie. I didn't know Jackie, but Camille described her as a raven haired Italian beauty with a slightly darker complexion and brown eyes. The girls knew her as a member of Kristen's circle of friends, and she wasn't quite as bitchy as many of the others. In addition, Camille and Jackie had some faint family ties. It wouldn't be too unseemly for Camille to approach Jackie, and hopefully, through Jackie, we could get to Kristen. Camille used Wendy's phone to call Jackie. "Hello, Aunt Caroline? This is Camille..." "Yeah, 'Milla. Um, is Jackie around?" There was a pause while Jackie's mom located her daughter. Camille grinned at us, and Wendy and Patty crossed their fingers together to wish her luck. "Jackie, this is Camille..." "Uh, huh. Yeah, it's been a while..." "I was just wondering if... you know... we could meet at the mall. You know, hang out?" "Oh. I didn't know that..." This didn't sound positive, but I waited patiently. "I see. Yeah. I know Kristen..." A bit of a pause. "Yeah. Maybe Friday..." "Yeah, we'll also see each other in school. You have Mrs. Taylor for English?" "Third period? Me too!" "Cool. So, if Friday doesn't work out..." "OK, Jackie. It was nice talking..." Camille hung up the phone, and had a victorious smile on her face. "Jackie can't meet me at the mall because she's gonna be there with Kristen and you know how Kristen is about who she hangs out with, right?" "Kristen will be at the mall?" Patty asked. "What time?" "Around three. I tried not to sound too interested in Kristen." "You did great, Camille," I said, and Camille beamed with my praise. "So, now we need to know where they're meeting..." "Food court," said Camille. "Near the French fry place." I was impressed. "Jackie told you all that?" Camille nodded, and smiled in satisfaction. I walked over to where Camille was and gave her a kiss. She melted in my arms and kissed me back. It wasn't a long kiss, nor was it particularly sensual. But it was not the kind of kiss a girl going into twelfth grade would give a boy entering tenth. Patty saw this and smiled. "Hey, Cammie! Save some for me!" Patty surprised me by taking my place and kissing Camille. It was a quick kiss, and Patty said, afterward, "Great job, Cammie!" Wendy looked at me and shrugged, and gave Camille a "good job" kiss as well. Camille looked at all of us, a bit surprised at the sudden attention, but then smiled. "Thanks, guys. Just wanted to do my part." I smiled. "You did it well." I looked at my watch, it was 2:30. "Let's get over to the mall, and see if we can get Kristen before the others show up." The three girls nodded, and we cleaned up the dishes from the lunch that Wendy had prepared. Patty got me alone and whispered to me, "Be careful, Jim. I'm giving myself to you willingly. Remember that the other girls are just your friends, and are only your friends right now because of your tickets. That kiss might have confused Cammie before. That's why I rushed in to help out." "Thanks," I whispered back. Patty was right, I needed to be more careful with Camille and Wendy. It was nice to be accepted as their friend, but a kiss could be taken as a bit more than friendly, despite the closeness we shared a few nights ago. I didn't want to louse things up. We piled into Wendy's Datsun and headed to the mall. Wendy parked near the food court and we all climbed out of the car. I was walking toward the mall when Wendy noticed Kristen walking toward the mall a few aisles away. "Look," Wendy said, her voice hushed. "There she is!" "Cool!" I said, and I changed my direction so it would intersect Kristen's before she could get into the mall. There were other people around the parking lot, but I hoped that I could get Kristen without attracting undue attention. "Kristen," I said, reaching into my bag. "Have a ticket!" Kristen looked confused, but took the ticket. "You have one wish." "You will obey all my orders that I give you today." "Your wish is my command." I grinned. "Stay here for a second and keep quiet." My three friends had caught up to me. "We've got her," I said to them. "Groovy!" Patty said, looking at Kristen, just standing there. "This is the quietest that I've ever seen her!" Kristen continued standing there, and I could see her fists ball up in anger. I decided to get some formalities out of the way. "Kristen, you will not attempt to harm me or my friends, nor will you try to get anybody else to do so." Kristen nodded in compliance, still following her order to be quiet. Her fists relaxed a bit, though. "Which car is yours?" I asked Kristen. "You may talk only to answer my questions." Kristen answered, "The Camaro down the aisle here." I looked in the direction Kristen indicated and saw a bright red Camaro. The car looked even less roomier than Wendy's Datsun. "OK. We'll need to take both cars. Wendy, what time does your mother get home?" "Six or six-thirty." That would give us about three hours. Probably enough time. "OK. Wendy, take Patty and Camille back to your house. I'll have Kristen follow you." Wendy nodded and the three girls went back to Wendy's Datsun. I turned to my captive. "Kristen, you will drive carefully and obey all driving laws and follow Wendy's car to her house." Kristen nodded, and then turned, raising a finger to me. "Yes?" I asked. "May I speak?" Kristen asked. "You may, but keep your voice normal." "I have friends that I'm supposed to meet. They'll miss me..." I waved her off. "I don't care about your friends." "My dad..." "I'm not interested in your dad, either. Just take me in your car and follow Wendy." Kristen led me to her car, which was a classic expensive sports car. She opened her door and unlocked my door with the power lock. She started the car, and I noticed that her Camaro was a stick shift. I had only seen Wendy drive a manual transmission before, and I watched Kristen as she expertly used her athletic right foot to manipulate the clutch and the accelerator. Kristen and I drove around to where the girls were still getting into Wendy's Datsun. She waited for Wendy to pull out, and then she followed her. "Excuse me, but how are you doing this?" Kristen asked. I smiled. "Doing what?" I asked, innocently. Kristen answered, "I seem to be doing anything you tell me to do. It's not natural." "Yeah," I agreed. "Not natural at all." I didn't elaborate. Kristen seemed worried. "What are you going to do with me? Rape me?" I smiled. "I don't think the girls will condone rape, Kristen." Kristen shrugged, "Who knows? They're just a bunch of losers, anyway." My, my. This girl was due for an attitude adjustment in the worst way. I said, slightly upset at Kristen's remark, "Those 'losers' as you call them are my friends, Kristen. You'd better remember that." Kristen turned to me. "You? You're in... what? Ninth grade? Tenth grade? Only losers hang out with kids like you." "I'm entering tenth in a couple of weeks," I said, my teeth clenched in anger. "We'll be going to the same school, Kristen. And I think you've done enough talking for now." * * * We got to Wendy's house, and Kristen parked next to Wendy's car in the driveway. Wendy led us all into her house. I told Kristen to stand in the middle of the living room, and Wendy and the two other girls found themselves some chairs. "So, Kristen. How are you feeling now?" I asked. "I'm... I'm a little scared," Kristen admitted. A little? Well, I knew that I wouldn't be doing too much today. I had a few hours, so I could afford to be patient. "You told me before that you seem to be doing everything I tell you. Why is that?" "I... I don't know," Kristen answered. "Well, I am going to allow each of these girls to give you an order. I want you to obey them all. Wendy, you go first, since this is your house." "Jim? You think I could get my camera?" Wendy asked. My eyes went wide, as did Kristen's. "Sure, Wendy. We'll wait for you." Wendy ran upstairs and quickly returned with a camera. It was one of those Polaroid instant cameras. "Cool!" I said. Wendy turned to Kristen and said, "Remove your blouse and bra. I want you topless." Kristen seemed to have expected this. She silently unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and that quickly dropped to the floor also. I didn't get a very good look at Kristen's assets, since she had crossed her arms over her shoulders. Wendy said, "Arms down. I wanna take a picture." Kristen didn't move. I remembered telling Kristen that each girl could give her "an order" and she had taken that to mean a single order, so she wasn't allowing Wendy to get anything extra. Of course, I had no such limitation on the number of orders that I could give, and it wouldn't do for Kristen to win at this game, so I interceded. "Drop your hands and pose for Wendy's camera. And SMILE!" Kristen immediately dropped her hands, revealing her tanned breasts. The thing I noticed mostly was that there were no tan lines whatsoever on Kristen's chest. Did she sunbathe in the nude? Kristen smiled, and held her arms against the sides of her breasts, scrunching them between them, and making them jut out a bit more. Wendy apparently liked the pose and snapped a picture, which spit out the bottom. "A Kodak moment!" Patty snickered. "More like a Polaroid moment," Camille snickered. Kristen blushed, but continued to smile. "Take a few more so each of us will all have this moment on film." Kristen, flashed an upset look, but regained her smile quickly, and once again posed for Wendy, moving her arms from her sides and moving her shoulders back. Wendy snapped a second and then a third picture. The semi-naked girl continued to pose. She looked so natural behind the camera, it got me wondering if she had ever done any modeling. I kept these thoughts to myself. I had been thinking of ways of getting money through the tickets. Modeling Kristen might be a lucrative idea. Kristen had her hands underneath her two breasts, cupping them but keeping her breasts exposed. Wendy snapped her fourth picture. I felt that this particular picture would be mine. "You can stop posing," I told Kristen and turned to the girls. "Who's next?" Patty said, "Let Camille have a turn." Camille asked me, "I can make her do anything. Like, have her fuck you?" Kristen's face went pale. I shook my head. "What if I don't want to fuck a piece of trash like her, Camille? Anyway, we just want to embarrass her, not do anything like that." Kristen's reaction to my answer was funny. She looked haughty when I called her a piece of trash, but that look softened a bit as she realized that I didn't seem to want to rape her. Camille nodded to me. She thought for a moment and said, "OK. Tell us about your first sexual experience with another person." Kristen's look of relief turned back to fear. She didn't want to say anything but her mouth betrayed her. "I was thirteen, and my brother was fifteen." All three of the other girls shouted in chorus, "YOUR BROTHER?" Kristen's face had gone from pale to crimson. "We were playing outside, and were... like... wrestling. He managed to pin me, and I couldn't get up. He pulled my underwear down and he... he did it." Kristen didn't elaborate, and the room was very quiet. "Wow," said Patty, softly. Camille was shaking her head, and Wendy's face had a look of shock on it. I said, "Is that fine for you, Camille? Or should I have Kristen fill in a bit more detail? Maybe act it out for you?" Camille said, "Um... that's OK." I nodded in agreement. "Patty, it's your turn." Patty didn't look like she wanted to play anymore. She looked at me, and I just shrugged. She turned to Kristen and said, "I want you and your friends to be civil to us from now on." Nobody said anything, and everybody was looking at Kristen. She nodded her head and said, quietly, "All right." I smiled at Patty, and said, "I have one thing that I'd like you to do, Kristen." All three girls turned their attention to me. "You will kneel and I am going to put my penis in your mouth for fifteen minutes," I said. "If you want, you can suck it, or you can jack it off into your mouth. Or, you can just stay there with my dick in your mouth." Kristen took a deep breath and knelt down, facing me. I pointed to my jeans and said, "Take it out and place it on your tongue." Kristen complied. She unbuttoned the button on my pants and then my jeans. She pulled them down over my hips, along with my shorts. My cock was half erect, and Kristen deposited it into her mouth. I grinned at the other girls, and said, "This is how you take care of a bitch." I looked down at Kristen and said, "Tell everybody that you are a fucking bitch." Kristen's voice was mumbled by the presence of my dick on her tongue. "Oy um a fock'n butch." I grinned. Kristen's mouth had closed over my penis in order to get the last two words out. I motioned to Wendy to get her camera again, and she moved around to our side to get the perfect angle. "Again," I told Kristen. "Oy um a fock'n butch." I whispered to Kristen, "Put one of your hands between your legs. You are starting to get horny." Kristen's eyes shot up to stare at me, and her right hand moved from over her knee into her slacks. SNAP! WHIZZ! Wendy's picture came out. I looked down at my prize. She still just had my shaft in her mouth, and wasn't doing anything special with it. "Oh, Kristen. I forgot to tell you. My penis tastes really good. You've never tasted anything quite as good as it. You can't believe how wonderful it tastes. And you know that my sperm will taste even twice as good." The effect was immediate. I felt Kristen's tongue swirl around the bottom of my head as her brain accepted what I had just told her. I heard her groan as her mind rebelled against willingly sucking my dick, especially in front of the three girls. "Tell us again what you are, Kristen!" "Oy um a fock'n butch." Kristen's tongue action was intensifying as she tasted my dick, and tried to get more of the taste on her tongue. I was relentless, "Tell us again!" "Oy um a fock'n bushh." Once again, I whispered to Kristen, low enough not to be heard by the other girls. "You find my dick and my sperm very addicting. You will find yourself uncontrollably drawn to it. In fact, it's making you hornier than ever, but you won't come until I shoot into your mouth." Kristen gave up and started sucking my shaft in earnest. I had broken Miss Rich Princess. I heard the three girls gasp as she willingly started sucking a boy two years younger than herself. "So, what are you, Kristen? Keep telling us." "Ummm um fummmummm bimm," she moaned, not pausing in her licking and sucking. "Ummm um fummmummm bimm. Ummm um fummmummm bimm. Ummm um fummmummm bimm..." The vibrations of her chant were doing wonders to my shaft. I whispered down to Kristen, "You will have an orgasm when I do. You will take all my sperm into your mouth, but you will not swallow it until you have permission." Kristen nodded and continued her chant. "Ummm um fummmummm bimm." Suddenly, I felt that familiar tingle that told me that I was about ready to erupt. I started pushing my hips toward Kristen, forcing her to take more of me in her mouth. "Ummm um fammmummm bimm..." "Aah," I said as I felt my jism make its journey from my balls into Kristen's sucking mouth. Just as my first burst hit her tongue, I felt Kristen go "Oomph!" in surprise as my order for my sperm to taste even better than my penis kicked in. Her sucking actually increased. Kristen's "Ooh" turned to an "Ahh" as her orgasm hit her as my semen touched her mouth. I grinned in accomplishment. I could feel Kristen's suction all the way down my shaft, and the pleasure was exquisite. I continued to pump my load into her mouth, and I could feel my sperm against the outside of my penis making squishing noises inside her mouth. I looked at our audience. Patty was licking her lips, apparently relishing her memories of having my semen in her mouth earlier. Wendy and Camille were both staring at the scene, open mouthed. Obviously, I had reduced Kristen to the status of a common whore in front of her classmates. I looked down. My penis was no longer fully erect, but Kristen was still sucking me, trying to get as much of my delicious taste into her mouth. Her tongue was still making circles underneath my shaft. I could see the whiteness of my slime covering my shaft as it continued to push in and out of her mouth. I decided to pull out of her warm sucking mouth, and it left her lips with an audible "pop." "Now ask permission," I instructed Kristen. I indicated the three girls, who were still staring at her, telling her that she needed to ask permission from them to swallow. "May I... um... swoll-owe?" Kristen said, her mouth full of my seed. The three girls looked at her, still finding it hard to believe that she had sunk so low so quickly. "I guess," said Wendy. "Sure," answered Camille. "Ask Jim," said Patty, smiling wickedly. Kristen turned to me, and repeated her muffled question. Instead of answering Kristen directly, I asked the three girls, "Does anybody want to share with Kristen?" Patty quickly volunteered, surprising her two friends. I returned my attention to Kristen and said, "Give Patty a French kiss, and you can swallow whatever's left." Kristen had a defeated look on her face and moved toward Patty on her knees. Patty stood up, and lifted Kristen to her feet. The two girls kissed, and we could all tell that Patty and Kristen were sharing my come between them. As they kissed, I asked Patty softly, "Would you like a picture to remember this by?" Patty quickly shook her head "no," and continued kissing, apparently to Kristen's dismay. Finally, the two girls broke it off. Kristen swallowed audibly, finally able to empty her weary and slimy mouth. Patty had a smile as she swallowed the semen she was able to take from Kristen's mouth. I turned to Miss Rich Princess, and said, "Kristen, we're going to let you go. But let me walk you out." Kristen bent down to pick up her blouse and bra, but I told her "Leave them there. Come on, let's go." While Kristen was blowing me, I had a rather sinister idea. "That blow job will be fifty dollars, Kristen." Kristen looked at me as if I was crazy. There was no way that she'd ever PAY a boy--let alone a fifteen year old--money for her to perform oral sex. I just looked at her expectantly. However, Kristen's hands brought up her purse, and she opened her wallet and pulled out two twenty dollar bills and two fives. She had a defeated look on her face. "Cool," I said, pocketing her money. "By the way, you will continue to be addicted to my dick and my sperm. And you won't be able to achieve orgasm any more unless you have my sperm in your mouth." Kristen eyes went wide. I continued, "Also... I want you to know that today's fifty dollars was just my introductory rate. From now on, it will be a hundred. You can make arrangements for my services with Patty. Do a nice job, treat the girls nicely, and I may release you from your punishment. Do you understand?" Kristen looked at me as if I were a monster. "I said, do you understand?" There was a bit of a threat in my voice. "Yes," Kristen answered, looking at her feet. "Wait... I have a gift for you," I said. I turned back toward Wendy's living room. "Wendy, do you have the picture of Miss Rich Princess blowing me?" "Yeah," Wendy answered. "Bring it here," I asked. Wendy arrived with the picture. It was a pretty good shot. I took the picture from Wendy and handed it to Kristen. She looked confused. I guess she had thought that I was going to use it a blackmail. But I knew having my tickets would not make blackmail necessary. "This is your picture. You will keep it safe, and you will look at it every day, and remember what you did here. It will make you horny. You won't be able to tell anybody what happened, but you'll think about this every day. It will make you horny as hell, but, of course, you won't achieve orgasm. Unless... you know...!" Wendy looked confused about the "you know" part, but Kristen just hung her head in defeat. "Good. We'll see you around." "But... I'm topless!" Kristen complained. I shrugged. "Not our problem. Do you want me to tell you to offer any boys that you see for the rest of the day a free suck on your lovely titties?" Kristen blanched. "NO!" "Then be glad that I'm feeling generous, huh?" I opened the front door and watched a defeated Princess sprint topless toward her Camaro. Too bad there weren't any neighbors watching. I closed the door behind her, standing with Wendy. "That was intense," said Wendy. "I would have bet money she'd never suck you. How did you do that?" I smiled at Wendy. "Sometimes, I can be quite convincing." Wendy said, mostly under her breath, "I know." I think she was remembering her putting on masturbation show for me and her two friends. I had never given them an order to forget it, and Patty told me that she had remembered it. "But we're friends, aren't we?" I asked Wendy. "Of course!" Wendy giggled. She moved closer to me and kissed me on my cheek. I was so glad that I was able to shoot my load when Kristen was there. I considered what Patty had told me about my only being a friend to Wendy and Camille. When Wendy and I got back to the living room, Patty and Cammie were in the middle of a conversation. "I mean, with her brother?" Patty was saying. "Yeah," Camille responded. "Makes you think that her life wasn't all peaches and cream." I interrupted. "That still doesn't forgive her for making so many other people's lives miserable." Camille nodded. "True. But still..." I said, "And it wasn't like this was the first time she ever sucked a dick. That girl knew what she was doing." The three girls snickered. I pointed to the Polaroids on the cocktail table of a topless Kristen. "Let's see how Kristen reacts to her punishment. We'll see if the tiger changes her stripes. Until then, I don't think we'll need these pictures as blackmail. Huh?" The three girls shook their heads no. I turned to Wendy. "You mind if I keep them for now? I intend to give them all to Kristen eventually if she turns over a new leaf." "Sure, Jim," said Wendy, picking them up and handing them to me. I looked at the time. I was due to be in for dinner by six and it was getting close. "Can one of you give me and Patty a ride back home?" Patty answered, "My car is across the street, Jim." "It is?" I asked. I hadn't noticed. "Yeah," Patty answered. "I drove it here this morning, remember?" Oh, yeah. Wendy had driven her to my house, since Patty hadn't been given permission to park in front of my house yet. "So could you give me a ride home, Patty?" "Sure thing," Patty answered, smirking. On my way out, both Wendy and Camille gave me a kiss on the cheek. Camille even whispered in my ear that she might be interested in a little one-on-one with me if I was ever in the mood. I was more than a bit surprised. That certainly wasn't anything to do with my tickets. Or was it? In Patty's car, Patty said, "I really hope I never get you pissed off." "Why?" I asked. "Look what you did to Kristen, and you hardly know her." "I do know her," I corrected Patty. "You remember Patrice? She's one of Kristen's gang. She used to be a friend before that." "Oh," said Patty quietly. "Something wrong? Did I go too far?" I asked. "Um... I don't think so... But do you think..." Patty's voice died off. "Think what?" I asked. "Maybe we can do a reenactment. With Patricia playing the part of Kristen...?" We were getting close to my house. "Will I see you tomorrow morning?" Patty grinned. "Of course." "I have a question: What if I ordered Patricia not to come over in the morning?" Patty thought for a moment. "Then she wouldn't. But I'd be unhappy. I really like visiting you in the morning." I nodded. "I thought so. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning, then. Let me try to give you a call tonight." I let Patty pull up in front of my house. I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I left the car. As I went up my sidewalk, I saw the front curtain move. And then an odd thought went through my head: I had stood up Marla at the mall this morning! Well, it wasn't like Marla was my girl friend, was she? If she was mad, I might be able to smooth it over with my tickets, just like I had done for Jack. Right? * * * My mom was waiting for me when I came in the front door. "Who drove you home?" "That was Patty," I answered. "She's a senior and gave me a ride home." My mother continued. "I saw you kiss her." "On the cheek," I answered. "Least I could do for a free ride." My mother stared at me, and then decided to drop the subject--at least for now. I knew that I was going to have to have a long discussion with her later. Dinner was unusually quiet. My mother and I didn't talk much, and it was apparent that my step-father and step-sister knew that there was some tension in the air. My step-father tried to break the ice. "So, Jim, what did you do today?" "Went to the mall," I answered. "Met some friends. A senior named Patty gave me a lift home." "That all?" my step-father asked. "I guess." My mother looked daggers at my step-father, and he dropped the subject. Supper continued in silence. * * * I went upstairs after dinner, knowing my mother would be coming up to have a "talk." She was quite direct like that. As expected, she came up, knocked on my door and let herself into my room. My mom looked around my room with a disapproving look on her face. I wondered if I was going to get the "your room is never clean" lecture or if she would get straight to the point. My mom got straight to the point. "What's going on with you, Jim?" I tried the innocent ploy. "What are you talking about?" My mom wasn't buying it. "You came home late the other night. And now you have a senior driving you home. You've been acting a bit strange. I want you to tell me what's going on." I decided to grab the bull by the horns. "I have this new friend..." "I see," my mother said, with a superior look on her face as her suspicions were correct. "Is it this Patty?" "Well, there's Patty. She has two friends, Wendy and Camille. We're all good friends." "Three girl friends?" my mom asked, incredulous. "Well, they're friends--good friends--who happen to be girls. Patty is a bit special." I decided to hit my mom with the big gun. "She's teaching me about sex." This almost gave my mother apoplexy. "Sex?" she blurted. "Yeah. I mean, we haven't done it together, I mean... you know..." My mother almost definitely didn't foresee this turn of events. "You're only fifteen!" I turned on my mother. "And how old were you when you first did it? Dad... my real dad... said the two of you were going out since early high school. And I know you were sleeping with Merry's father before you got married. Are you going to tell me the rules are different for me?" My mother was speechless. I am not sure what had gotten into me. Perhaps it was knowing that I could probably smooth over anything that went wrong with some tickets, even though I was loathe to use them on my mother. Or maybe it was the rush of power that I felt when I had Kristen hold my penis in her mouth. I just knew that I wasn't going to let my mother bully me, especially when I thought that she was being hypocritical. My mom tried to explain, "Still, things like that have consequences." "Mom," I said, giving her my best 'grown-up boy' voice. "Patty is on the pill, and I can tell you without lying that I have no intention right now of having intercourse with her. Maybe later, if we both want to, but neither one of us has made that decision yet. Right now, I don't think she's the right girl for me, and she doesn't think I'm the perfect one for her. But... if we decided to go all the way, the decision would be between Patty and me." My mother sputtered, "But when you are living in my house..." "When I'm living in your house, I will live by your rules, and I will follow the example that you have yourself set. I know that you yourself spent the night here many times before the two of you got married. Did you once hear a complaint from me? Huh?" "That's none of your business!" "And Patty isn't any of your business!" "But you are my son..." "And you are my mother. Mom, I am not judging you. I am living my own life. I've let you live yours. Let me learn things my way." My mother was speechless. "Mom. I love you. I really do. If you really want me to stop seeing Patty, sight unseen, just tell me." My mother looked at me. She had no idea that if she uttered those words that I just challenged her to, that I would have had my bag of tickets out before she could blink. Patty was special, promise or no promise. "You are growing up, son," she said, quietly. "I know. It's not easy for me, either," I smiled. "Will we be meeting this Patty?" "If you want, I will introduce you tomorrow morning." My mom looked at me. "She was the girl here this morning?" It was my turn to be surprised. I had no idea that my mother had known that Patty was here. "Yes," I admitted, keeping the location of my bag of tickets foremost in my mind. "Jim, you must think I was born yesterday," my mother said. "You have just argued that I should treat you like an adult. However, just this morning you had a girl in your room, maybe even your bed..." "Mom..." "Don't interrupt me! I was suspicious when you got up by yourself so early this morning. And I saw a girl running around outside this morning, running into the bushes on the side of the house. She had red hair, so it wasn't Meredith. "When you went outside after skipping breakfast, I saw you through the kitchen window heading in the same direction as that girl did. So, it's obvious to me that you knew about her, and she was the person you were hiding in your room." I eyed the bag where my tickets were, then forced my attention away from it, lest my mother's keen eyes notice. I had been so close to getting my mother to understand about Patty... well, maybe not completely understand, but at least not ask too many questions. And then, what happened? Of course, my mother changed the subject. Well, sort of. She was using the same technique that I had been using on her! Hitting her with slightly related things and putting her on the defensive. I decided not to get defensive. "Mom, the reason Patty snuck out this morning was because you wouldn't understand. You guys both still treat me like a kid. I'm gonna be going into high school in less than two weeks." I felt like I was on better ground now, so I continued. "Patty and I are not sleeping together. As I said, she's not really my girl friend. But she is teaching me about sex, and she and her friends are teaching me about the way that girls think." My mom listened and then said, "And you expect your step-father and me to sit by and let you have girls in your room overnight? What about Meredith? Do you think you are setting a good example for her?" I sighed. "I don't expect you to allow me to have Patty here overnight. She wasn't here last night. She came over this morning and awakened me." Mom didn't smile. "That's not much of a distinction, James." I hated that name. Except, of course, when Patty used it in our play-acting. Mom was putting me on the defensive again, and I knew that I had to get back on my own track. "I expect you to allow me to have a friends over, male or female. I expect your husband to do the same. And I'm not setting any worse a role model with Merry than you have set yourself." My mother blanched again as I mentioned her sleeping with her second husband before she married him. "What your step-father and I have done before we were married..." "Was your business," I completed for my mother. "Just like my relationship with Patty, Camille, Wendy, or anybody else, for that matter, is my business." My mother tried to steer the conversation back to her side. "You are only fifteen..." "And you are thirty three. You were married when you were seventeen, and I was born soon after. Care to do the math, Mom?" My mother really disliked me bringing up the age that she first had sex, but I knew it was my best weapon right now. "You're not old enough to be experimenting with sex, Jim." I smiled. This was an argument that I had been expecting. "And how old were you when you started, mom?" My mother's eyes opened wide. "That's NONE of your business, young man!" I continued to smile. "Then, I guess that it was about fifteen or sixteen, then, since you conveniently haven't denied it." "That's different. It was a different time..." "The fifties?" I asked, almost laughing. "Are you kidding? I saw American Graffiti. And there's that new show, Happy Days on television. But let's put that aside. it's a different time now, Mom. Look, I love you. I would like you to meet Patty tomorrow. She plans on coming over tomorrow morning. If you want, she'll have breakfast with all of us. Get to know her. You can tell Merry and her dad what you want. Patty is a very sweet girl, and I'm sure you'll all like her. And afterward," I said, pausing for effect, "we'll go upstairs to my room. We will be quiet." My mom considered it. "And what will you be doing with her in your room?" I stood my ground. "Minding our own business for one thing. For all you know, we could be doing anything. Reading books. Talking about rock and roll. Gossiping about Camille and Wendy. Talking about school. Showing her my rock collection. Who knows? Do you really want to know?" My mom considered. "Well, your step-father may have some thoughts about that. Especially if you start flaunting your behavior in front of Meredith." I wouldn't be swayed. "He's not my real father, Mom. He left us, remember? And if your current husband thinks that Merry will think that we're doing something inappropriate, it's not because Patty or I will be telling her. I mean, what do you think she thinks you guys do when you go to bed together?" "That's not the same. Her father and I are married!" "And if Patty and I don't give her any reason to think that anything untoward is happening, how can either of you find anything wrong?" My mom said, "What does Patty's parents think about your arrangement?" I shrugged. "Patty's mother is a widow. And I don't know what she thinks. I haven't asked Patty or her mother. But isn't what her mother thinks Patty's business?" My mother didn't seem to have an answer for that. "One thing, Mom." My mother looked up. "What?" I looked her straight in the eyes. "You should tell my step-dad that I'm inviting Patty over. If he tries to yell at me or Patty tomorrow morning, or make any kind of scene, I will tell him exactly what I feel. And if he does it in front of Merry, so will I. I can assure the both of you that if that happens, he will have to do a lot of explaining to his daughter." My mother shook her head and sighed. "Jim, you're growing up too fast." "I guess so, Mom." I walked over to her, and hugged her fiercely. My mother hugged me tightly as well. I could see tears in her eyes as she closed the door behind her as she left my room. I looked at my precious bag of tickets. I was very glad that I hadn't had to use them on my mother. I was, however, starting to get second thoughts about not using them on my step-father. I doubted that he would have acquiesced as easily as my mother had. I put on a Three Dog Night record on the turntable and I spent the next half hour thinking about how my step-father would react. I'd only known him for a few years, whereas I had known my mother my entire life. I did know that he would have something to say. I was right. About a half hour after my mother had left, there was a knock on my door. I immediately picked up my bag of tickets, which I had decided to keep right next to me. Opening the door, I saw my step-father there. "Jim..." he said. I interrupted him. "Here, have a ticket!" My step-father looked confused and then said, "You have one wish." "I wish you will let me live my life, and not preach to me about sexual propriety, especially after the example you have set having premarital sex with my mother in this very house." "Your wish is my command." "Did you want something?" I asked, innocently. My step-father shook his head a little and tried to think what he had wanted to say. All of a sudden, he shook his head and said, "I just wanted to say that I spoke to your mother about your inviting a... girl over tomorrow morning. I promise I won't make a scene." "Thank you," I said, smiling. "I knew you'd understand." Merry's father looked around my room, trying to think if there was anything else he had wanted to say. Being unsuccessful, he said, "I guess that's all." "Sure thing," I said. As my step-father left, I looked at the bag of tickets. I seriously doubted that he had come upstairs to tell me he understood. These tickets were pretty handy. But I had also learned one important lesson: The tickets weren't everything. I found that with just a little confidence, I was able to do things for myself. And, after all, who could not help but be confident when he had those lucky tickets on his side? <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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