Message-ID: <45122asstr$1067742603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [jimc_author@hotmail.com] From: "Jim C" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 01 Nov 2003 18:48:43.0274 (UTC) FILETIME=[C5F6C6A0:01C3A0A8] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 01 Nov 2003 13:48:42 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Lucky Tickets Chapter 11 (mf ff rom 1st teen non-con mc md humil) Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 22:10:03 -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 _________________________________________________________________ Fretting that your Hotmail account may expire because you forgot to sign in enough? Get Hotmail Extra Storage today! http://join.msn.com/?PAGE=features/es <1st attachment, "Chapter-11.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 11 I think that both Kristen and I grew tired from playing cards for over seven hours straight. I mean, I wasn't tired of being with Kristen, but I was starting to see red and black spots in my eyes! Kristen was the first to notice the time; it was nearly dinner time. I knew that my mom would kill me if I were to miss dinner without letting her know (she'd probably call "911" at six o'clock), so I told Kristen that I needed to be home for dinner. I wasn't too happy to leave Kristen. I actually got to know her much better during the time we had played cards. We talked about little things, or families, and whatever else happened to pop into our heads. I found that Kristen's father was very heavy into the stock market, and had investments all over the world. He served on the board of directors of a few very large companies. Her mother was a socialite, planning and participating in a lot of charity events for the many philanthropic organizations that she belonged to. Kristen's brother, Will, was going to a college in Boston. His grades weren't spectacular, but Kristen's family could easily afford the tuition. This year, Will had picked out an apartment nearby and was living off-campus. I told Kristen about my mother, and my step-family, which she had already met and charmed. She said that she really liked Merry, especially her precociousness, which is more or less the same way I felt about my step-sister. We talked about Jack, my best friend (I guess he's now my best "male" friend), and even Patrice. I was a bit surprised when I found that Kristen didn't have many nice things to say about Patrice--of all the people in Kristen's old gang, Patrice and somebody named Dale had always seemed to Kristen to be the biggest gold diggers. I told Kristen about how nice Patrice used to be, and the two of us wondered what could have changed Patrice. I had always thought it was Kristen's influence, but having gotten to know Kristen better, I was starting to have my doubts. Kristen gave me some pointers about what to expect in tenth grade, and offered to help me with any subjects that I might find difficult. I made the same offer to her, which probably amused Kristen. And, of course, Kristen was a very sharp card player. Talking with her took my mind from the game, but even if I had been concentrating one hundred percent, and not distracted by our conversation or the presence of the loveliest blonde Goddess on this planet, I would have lost. Kristen told me that she had learned how to play from an old Hoyle book her father had given her, and the book also detailed strategies. Kristen played continually with her brother up until her brother left for New England. I made a silent vow not to try her at poker. On the way home, I considered inviting Kristen for dinner again, but decided that twice in a short period of time would get my mother on again about my being in love. I still wasn't completely sure if I was, but both Patty and Mom had been pretty adamant. As I went to get out of the Camaro, Kristen touched my arm. "Jim?" I turned back to Kristen. "Yes?" "Would you mind if I... if I visited you with Patty tomorrow morning?" Kristen looked worried that I might say no. I had no problems with that, and figured that Patty probably wouldn't as she had invited Kristen herself the other day. "I'd love to see you. Are you sure you want to come?" Kristen didn't answer me. Instead, she pulled me closer by my arm and gave me a warm, wet kiss. Yes, I guess Kristen was pretty sure. * * * I think I was a bit distracted at dinner, but this was no longer unusual for me, and my family didn't ask if anything was wrong. Mom did ask me how my day went with Patty and Kristen, and I had told her that I had only seen Patty for a couple of hours, and had spent most of the day with Kristen. "Ah, I saw you drive up in her Camaro," my mom answered. Merry looked a bit disappointed. "Hey! She promised to take me for a ride in that car!" "Soon," I smiled to my step-sister. "Kristen promises!" "Kristen is a nice girl," my mother said before changing the subject to whatever it was she did that day. Luckily, she didn't embarrass me with her insistence that I was in love with Kristen. * * * In my room, I saw the crumpled bag that held my roll of tickets. I realized that I hadn't used them very much in the last couple of days... in fact, I hadn't used them at all! I thought back to when I first found those tickets. It was only about ten days ago, but it felt like it was a much longer time. I thought about my taking advantage of Merry, and how I humiliated Patrice. I felt a pang of remorse as I thought back about Marla, who was living in California, and was probably angry at me for standing her up a few days ago. I remembered Kneely Park with Wendy, Camille, and Patty, and then Patty and Kristen. One thing that I realized was that I seemed to have grown up from a naive fifteen year old boy who was pretty ignorant about sex to a much more sophisticated young man who now had five girls as friends, two of which I had a much closer relationship. In fact, I might actually be in love with one of them, if Patty and my mother were correct. I was also still a virgin. My sex life now mostly consisted of watching girls masturbate, occasionally masturbating them myself, and receiving hand jobs and blow jobs. And this was much better than it had been only ten days ago, when my only sexual partner consisted of a palm and five fingers. A part of me wanted to finally go "all the way" with a girl, but I really wanted my first time to be special. I had discussed this a few times with Patty, who I had already decided wouldn't be my first "real" sex partner. I didn't explain my reasons, but told her that I was looking for the perfect situation. She seemed to understand that, and thought that it was a good idea. Part of the reason I eliminated Patty from my list of potential sex partners was fear. Her first time with a boy that way left a big emotional scar on her psyche. Her second time was very disappointing, since she was unable to achieve her release. Patty wanted her next experience to be the one for her... the one that would make her dreams come true. "Fireworks," as she had described it to me during one of our back rub sessions. As inexperienced as I am, I doubted that I'd be able to fit the bill, and I think Patty probably agreed. She was looking for somebody that she was in love with, and who loved her as well. I did love Patty, but not in the way she needed. Wendy and Camille were eliminated from my list, as my friendship with them wasn't as deep as my closeness to Patty. I had been astounded when Camille made an offer for a "little one on one" the day I humiliated Kristen in front of her, since I didn't think our relationship was that close. I had since found out, from gossiping with the girls, that Camille's attitude toward sex was that it was simply a recreational activity. That eliminated her completely from my list... at least from my list of candidates for my first time. I was looking for romance and something special. Of course, I would never consider Merry a possibility. She was too young, and even if we weren't blood relatives, she was still by step-sister. I'd never forgive myself if I did something like that, and I'd probably castrate any guy that would ever consider anything but the very best for my little Shortcake. Marla was impossible, living in California, but she would probably have been a wonderful partner. She wasn't too shy, she was witty, and she seemed to enjoy her experience with me in the park. I thought about Marla for a few minutes, thinking about her body, her face... something could have clicked there. Unfortunately, I was too busy being careless with a few of my tickets to actually meet her right before she left to go home. I had stood Marla up. I think I'll never forgive myself for that until my dying day. I knew that my list was missing one obvious choice... my little blonde Goddess. Kristen was lovely, a walking wet dream. She seemed shy, but when she opened up, she was just as beautiful inside as she was outside. Wendy, Camille, and Patty all warmed up to her very quickly, despite their original belief that Kristen was a bitch. Whoever came up with the phrase "beauty is only skin deep" had never met Kristen. She had a pretty nice sense of humor, and really laughed when I said something funny, crinkling her nose the way I had described to Patty. Patty told me that Kristen was in love with me. She also told me that I was in love with Kristen, and now, alone in my room, with nobody else for me to be embarrassed in front of, I truly considered my feelings toward Kristen. I thought about what Patty said to me earlier that day, and realized that there might be more than a little truth in what she said. Kristen was definitely lovable, and if I loved Patty, then my feelings toward Kristen were probably a little deeper. Was I possessive about Kristen, as Patty had claimed? I mean, "my little blonde Goddess" was just an expression. I might have heard it in a movie somewhere, but the expression just jumped into my mind one day when I saw Kristen--complete with the capital "G." Did it mean anything more? I tried to think about Kristen dating somebody else, and found that the thought was surprisingly unsettling. I had to admit to myself that I might be a little bit possessive about Kristen. So, what did this mean? I was in love with Kristen? I tried to imagine me taking Kristen out on a date, wearing a suit at a restaurant while we ate by candlelight, every head turning as Kristen walked past, dressed like some ravishing fashion model, and radiating her inner and outer beauty. I think I may have swooned at that image. My mind went back to how I'd like to spend my first time... my first real sexual union... and found that Kristen fit the image in my fantasy quite easily. She was probably the perfect candidate. Since I only knew Kristen for a few days, I figured it might be best to wait. After all, I had been virgin for nearly sixteen years. A few more days, weeks, or even months wouldn't kill me. But it would be a frustrating day, week, or month for me. I really hoped that the wait would be worthwhile. * * * The next morning, I heard the back door open and I was ready for the girls. Like the previous day, I had relieved my bladder before they arrived, but today it was hard again as I eagerly anticipated Kristen's arrival. My door opened slowly, and the two girls entered my room. "Hi, girls!" I said, standing up wearing just my pajama bottoms. "You're not pretending to be asleep again?" Patty asked, a twinkle in her eye. "Nah. That was funny once. I don't want to overdo it." Kristen looked puzzled, and Patty explained the "trick" that I had played on her yesterday. Kristen looked at me, and then crinkled her nose and started to giggle. "See, Patty! She did it when you told her something funny!" I was happy to see that I could prove Patty wrong. "No, honey," Patty said, smiling. "Kristen was looking at you when she did it." "I did what?" Kristen said. Patty and I burst out in our own giggles. Patty said, "Jim told me yesterday how you crinkle your nose before you giggle. I said you only did that when Jim says something funny." "I do?" Kristen asked. Patty and I giggled again, and Kristen joined us, once again crinkling her nose, which led to more giggles. After a few minutes, we were all giggled out. Patty and Kristen went over to my chair and started to undress. I noticed that the two girls were wearing those matching sheer dresses of Patty's, but this time, Kristen was wearing the lavender dress, and Patty was wearing the pink one. "You love wearing those dresses," I commented, not sure whether I was speaking to Patty or Kristen. "Kristen loves them," Patty said. "And they are so convenient when you want to dress... or undress... quickly." I nodded. "You must have to do laundry every day." Patty shook her head. "Kristen purchased a couple of additional dresses after I told her where I bought them." "Oh. Cool!" The two girls were nude. Kristen looked at Patty, who nodded to her. I took this to mean that Kristen had just asked to be the one to do me, and Patty gave her permission. However, I wanted today to be a bit different. "Wait, Kristen." "Yes?" "Lay face down on the bed," I instructed her. Kristen looked a bit apprehensive at Patty, who simply nodded at her. She did as she was instructed. "Put your hands at your sides." Patty suddenly smiled. She was familiar with these orders. Kristen did as I told her. I positioned myself on the back of Kristen's legs, and started kneading her back. Kristen sighed in contentment. After about thirty seconds, I looked back at Patty, who was still standing where I had left her, watching me give Kristen a back rub. I figured that this just wouldn't do. I noticed that there was about a foot between Kristen's head and the headboard of my bed. I got up off my perch, and stood on the side of my bed. "Patricia, take my place. You know what feels good in a back rub." Patty looked at me as if this wasn't a wise move on my part, but since I used that particular name with her, she followed my order, even if it was a bit reluctantly. Kristen tensed a little as she felt Patty straddle her legs, as I had just done for her, but relaxed when she felt Patty's fingers start rubbing her in a massage, not doing anything sexual. I moved onto the bed with my back to the headboard, and my crotch almost touching Kristen's head. I was now face to face with Patty, who smiled as she realized my plan. I started rubbing Kristen's back from the top, starting at her sides above her waist and working my way toward me. Patty was working from Kristen's shoulders, working her way downward. Kristen was completely relaxed now. I thought I heard her sniff, and stopped and looked at her to see if she was crying. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Kristen's feelings or upset her in any way. My little blonde Goddess wasn't crying. Her head was raised slightly, which forced my dick, which had been laying lightly on her lovely blonde hair to hit the mattress with a muted thump. Kristen's sniffing was her nose reacting to the proximity of my cock, which she had been told tastes very good. (Apparently, the olfactory sense--smell--is somehow related to taste.) Kristen saw me looking at her, and quietly said, "Do you mind?" I knew Kristen's intention, and I didn't mind one bit. I scooted closer to Kristen so the head of my penis was even closer to her mouth, and Kristen moved her head down and took my knob between her lips. I felt Kristen's wonderful tongue tickling the head of my cock, and could feel her sucking motions. After a minute, Kristen started moving her head up and down, gliding her lips along my pole. I resumed my back rub from the front, and Patty was still massaging Kristen from the back. I leaned closer to Patty, and pursed my lips. Patty saw me move, and moved closer in order to kiss me. Soon, I had Patty's tongue licking my tongue, while Kristen's tongue swirled along my dick. I didn't last long with all this stimulation. I felt my balls contract and I shot off quickly. It wasn't the most intense orgasm ever, and I hardly moved in response. Kristen caught my cream in her mouth, and continued to swirl her now slimy tongue along the length of my shaft, apparently in an effort to improve its great (to her) taste. Patty and I continued massaging Kristen while we kissed, and Kristen continued sucking me. She got me hard again after a couple of minutes, and I started actively pumping my hips toward Kristen. Kristen's mouth was taking more of my length, and I felt the tip press against something, which suddenly gave away. I was now fully inside Kristen's mouth and throat, her lips almost touching my ball sac. I kept my hips pushed in, until I felt Kristen start to move her head back. I slowly moved my hips back, and Kristen's head stopped moving. I was now pumping into Kristen's willing mouth, and she allowed me to do all the work. Her lips felt tight against my cock head as I pulled back, and then I started to move toward Kristen again. I found that I was doing the same slow, agonizing pace that Patty had done to me Wednesday evening at Kneely Park. But I didn't want to move any faster for fear of choking Kristen. I was no longer kissing Patty as I concentrated everything on thrusting my crotch back and forth, and once again I felt my ass twitching as I approached my release. Kristen seemed to notice this and increased her suction noticeably. I pumped another short burst into Kristen's willing mouth, and she continued sucking until my erection subsided. I bent down and pulled Kristen's head up, and gave her a big kiss. We played our tongues together for a few minutes, and I felt yet another erection start. I didn't want to overtax my teenage cock, and I had decided on a nice way to say "thank you" to Kristen. I pushed Kristen's head back down, having moved back toward the headboard. Patty resumed her back rub, and I once again got off the bed. I walked to the end of the bed and stood behind Patty. I rubbed Patty's shoulders a bit, and then moved my hands down slowly until my hands were against her sides. I slowly pulled Patty off of Kristen, who continued to lay on her stomach on my bed. Patty and I were now standing at the edge of the bed, and I started to move Kristen's right leg toward the corner of my bed, and I signaled Patty to do the same. "Jim, this isn't a good idea," Patty whispered, apparently thinking that I was going to fuck Kristen. "Trust me, Patricia," I whispered back. Patty was hesitant, but obeyed and we soon had Kristen arranged with her legs spread eagle. I then grabbed one of Kristen's legs, once again signaling Patty to do the same, and we pulled Kristen about couple of feet down the bed. Kristen didn't know what we intended to do to her, but she didn't seem as apprehensive as when I first had Patty sit on top of her. Kristen's new position had her crotch near the edge of my bed. I knelt down between Kristen's legs, and Patty suddenly looked less worried, as she realized that this wasn't a position designed for entry. I motioned for Patty to join me, and had to whisper "Patricia" for her to do so. As she joined me, I told Patty what I had planned to do. "Patricia," I said, "I want to do to Kristen what she does to me. I want you to watch, and whisper to me if I'm doing something wrong, or if you want to have me try something. OK?" Patty hesitated, and then said, "Yes, James. I was worried you'd want me to go first." "Would you like that, Patricia?" I asked, smiling wickedly. "Um, maybe not today, please. I mean, I'll do it if you tell me to, but I'd prefer to make sure it was OK with Kristen beforehand." "Fair enough," I said. I had a pretty good view of Kristen's pussy, and I was once again amazed at loveliness of the folds of skin found therein. From this position, I couldn't see Kristen's pubic hair, which I knew from experience to be so blonde and thin as to be nearly invisible, but I could see the hood that hid Kristen's clitoris, and could smell her musk as my face got closer and closer. From my position, I had to reorient myself; her vagina hole was now, to my perspective, above her clit. I stuck out my tongue and started at the bottom (again, from my perspective), feeling the knob of her clitoris and licking upward until my tongue reached her cunt. Kristen squirmed in reaction, and I was rewarded with a bath of Kristen's fluids. I moved my tongue down, and started slow lapping strokes. Patty moved her head closer to mine to get a better look, and I could hear her sighing in my left ear. Patty's breasts were against my back, and I could feel her erect nipples moving up and down against my shoulder. "You're doing fine," Patty whispered. I heard Kristen moan at this point, and I started another set of licks, moving upward and down. Finally, at the top of one of my strokes, I tried to stick my tongue into her hole, but found that either my tongue was too short, or my face too wide to stick it in more than about an inch. "Use your finger," Patty whispered. I moved my tongue back onto her clitoris, and started making a circular motion around it, causing Kristen to squirm some more. My left hand was blocked my Patty's body, so I moved my right hand up and stuck my index finger into Kristen's cunt, as my tongue continued stimulating Kristen's clit. My finger made a squishing sound as it moved in and out, and I felt more of Kristen's fluids seep down from her cunt to reach my tongue, which was applying even more pressure on Kristen's clit. I felt Kristen's legs start to squeeze together as she continued to squirm, and Patty whispered, "Use two fingers." I didn't know if I'd be able to get two fingers into Kristen's tight hole, but found my middle finger slid in easily due to her copious secretions. Kristen was moaning continually now, and I tightened the circle I was making with my tongue and was now touching her clitoris directly. "Faster," Patty whispered, and I sped up the in/out motions of my fingers. Kristen's moans were muffled now as she had her mouth pressed against one of my pillows. Kristen's crotch was now rotating in circular motions, and it was obvious that she was experiencing an orgasm. Thankfully, she didn't wake up the entire house, as she was making every attempt to minimize the amount of noise she was making, using my pillow as an effective muffler. I felt Kristen's legs close together, and Patty whispered, "Probably a good idea to stop now, she might be a bit tender or overexcited." I gave Kristen one last lick as I pulled out my fingers, and then stuck them in my mouth as I pulled myself and Patty away from Kristen's legs. Kristen lay on my bed, her body moving up and down as she struggled to catch her breaths. She was no longer making any noise, and was trying to calm herself down. Finally, Kristen sprang out of bed, and almost tackled me in a kiss. I wondered what Kristen's reaction would be to tasting herself as she kissed me, but I figured it would be more or less the same as when I kissed Kristen after she blew me. Kristen's entire body was hugged tightly against mine, my erect penis touching her from the bottom of her crotch up to her belly button. "Thank you," Kristen said breathlessly as she finally broke off the kiss. "I love you, Kristen," I heard myself saying. Kristen looked up at me in surprise, and then hugged me fiercely once more. I heard her sniff, and she whispered, "I love you, Jim." After a couple of minutes, I looked around for Patty. She was already dressed. I looked at her, and said, quietly, "Patricia, get those fucking clothes off and kiss me and my love before I give you the biggest spanking you've ever had." Patty smiled, and had her clothes off and (surprisingly) on the floor and she came over and made it a three way hug, lips kissing lips. The group hug lasted about a minute. "Sit down," I said as I broke the hug. Both girls did so, and I turned around to where my tickets were. I handed a ticket to Kristen. "You have one wish." Patty's eyes went wide and she looked confused. She knew that Kristen would do just about anything I asked without me having to use a ticket. I knew she was wondering whether I felt so unsure of Kristen's feelings toward me that I had to use a ticket. I smiled at Patty to reassure her, and gave Kristen more or less the same wish that I had given to Patty: that she would keep the existence of my tickets a secret. "Your wish is my command." I then explained, helped by Patty, all about the tickets. How I found them, how I used them, and how I almost destroyed Kristen's life with them. Kristen listened attentively. When I got to the present, Kristen was silent. She finally said, "So that's how you managed to get me to obey you and the other girls." I nodded sheepishly. "That's also how I managed to cure your addiction. I can also use it to change the way that you feel about my sperm." Kristen blushed. "Actually, I like that one," she giggled. "When I cured you, that was the last time I used the tickets," I assured Kristen. "Well, except for today. I made a wish that you'll never be able to tell anybody about the tickets." Patty nodded in agreement with me. There was another pause. "The tickets are interesting," Kristen said after thinking a bit. "But they're not all that important to me." "Huh?" I asked. Kristen smiled. "You said you loved me, Jim. That's what is the most important thing to me right now." I blushed. "I did say that. And I do love you." It was amazing. Once I had managed to tell Kristen, I found it easy to be honest with myself. I really did love that girl. "Do I really crinkle my nose when I giggle?" Patty and I started giggling. "Only when Jim's around, honey." Kristen blushed. I had the girls get up and we did another group hug, and then we all got dressed. "Do you girls have any plans for today?" Both Patty and Kristen shook their heads. Kristen said, "The two of you can visit at my house again, if you want." I looked at Patty. "That sounds nice," I said. Patty agreed. My family was downstairs when we came down. My mother looked a bit perplexed to see both Kristen and Patty with me, and she looked at me with raised eyebrows. My step-father, on the other hand, didn't seem to be surprised at all. "We're going over Kristen's," I informed my mother. "Will you be home for dinner?" my mother asked with a strained voice. "We're having fish tonight." I wanted to play it by ear. "I'll give you a call later, Mom. See ya!" I could feel my mother's eyes burning a hole into my back. I simply ignored it; there was no way I could explain my relationship with the two girls. We went outside to where Patty's car was parked. Patty got in the driver's seat and Kristen sat in the middle. We drove to Kristen's house, and as we approached the closed gate, Kristen had a little transmitter in her hand and pushed a button. The gate opened as we approached. As Kristen was about to put the transmitter into her pocketbook, I asked her if I could see it first. Kristen smiled as she handed it to me. "This is so neat," I said, smiling. Patty parked near the garage next to Kristen's Camaro. We started to head into the garage when Kristen asked if we'd like to see her house. "It's kind of early, don't you think?" I asked. "I don't want to anger your parents." "My dad is on a business trip and Mom is out of town as well. They should be getting home on Sunday; at least I hope they do. Dad and mom want to have a barbecue this weekend." "We have the entire house to ourselves?" I asked, trying to think of what that would mean to three teenagers with active libidos. "Well, there are the servants, but they won't bother us." "Groovy." I found myself staring at Kristen. She was, in a word, beautiful. And the girl loved me! Me... a fifteen year old boy two grades younger than she was. And I loved her! Wasn't life just perfect? "Didn't you say you had a pool, Kris?" Patty asked. "Yeah," Kristen smiled. "It's in the Solarium. We've got a swimming pool, a hot tub, and even a sauna. They're out this way." We followed Kristen and soon found ourselves near the rear of her house in room with a large sunlight that also had the distinct smell of chlorine in it. "My God," Patty sighed. "This is beautiful." "Thanks," smiled Kristen. "Wanna go for a swim?" Patty looked at me and then turned to Kristen. "We don't have bathing suits. Even if I could fit into one of yours, the top would be loose. And I don't think Jim would like to wear one of your suits." Kristen laughed, crinkling her nose once again. "Will probably has a few suits in his room, but around here, we're always very informal about such things." To make her point, Kristen stripped off her dress and placed it on one of the lounge chairs. Her panties and bra came next and without any warning, she did a wonderful swan dive into the pool. When Kristen surfaced, I said, "Kristen! What if the servants see?" Kristen laughed, crinkling her nose again. "This isn't the first time I've skinny dipped here. This is my house. Nothing bad is going to happen." Patty and I looked at one another and at Kristen and after a minute, I saw Patty shrug and start to tug off her own clothes. Soon, my two best female friends were frolicking in the pool. I watched, with a bit of jealousy, I must admit. Kristen called over to me. "Come ON, Jim. It's not like we haven't seen you before!" I looked at the entrance, waiting for somebody to show up, pissed. Nobody seemed to be coming. Why do these things happen to me? I brought my hands to my belt, but couldn't get the nerve to actually unbuckle it. I heard the girls get out of the water, apparently to do some more dives or jumps. Suddenly, I felt wet hands behind me. Kristen and Patty had decided to help me. My clothes ended up on the floor, more than a bit wet due to the puddles of water produced by the two girls. I allowed myself to be pulled over to the pool, and the three of us splashed into the deep end. I was surprised at how warm the water was. There were hands on my sides tickling me, and I just managed to get a gasp of breath before I found myself pulled under. I squirmed free of the entangling hands, and saw two legs leading to a darker patch of pubic hair, indicating that they belonged to Patty. I started making my way back to the surface, and gave Patty's fanny an affectionate squeeze, eliciting a surprised reaction from Patty. The three of us engaged in horseplay for about an hour. I was starting to feel a bit waterlogged, and despite the fact that the pool was heated, I actually found myself getting cold. Kristen saw the goosebumps on my skin, and suggested we go into the spa room. "Spa room?" I asked, confused. Kristen smiled. "We have a hot tub." "Oh," Patty cooed, pleasantly surprised. Kristen led us into an alcove that we hadn't noticed because the lights hadn't been on. She flipped a switch, and the lights came on and showed me my first view of a hot tub up close. The hot tub was covered by a padded lid, and Kristen asked me to help her remove it. It came off easily, not as heavy as I thought, but it was bulky in its size. After the lid was removed, we saw that the tub itself was light blue with waves of white swirls. The water smelled of chlorine, and Kristen pushed a button on a panel on the wall, and Patty and I both jumped as the jets started to churn. "Come on," Kristen told the two of us. "The water's already warm." She quickly went down a set of steps built into the unit. Patty and I quickly followed. The water was not just warm, it was hot. And it felt lovely compared to the water in the "heated" pool we had just left. I sat with a seventeen year old on either side of me. I stretched out my arms, and the two girls snuggled against me. I found myself envying all the "toys" that Kristen had at her home; a boy like me could get used to this. The three of us were startled from a voice that came out of nowhere. "Miss Swift?" Kristen smiled, and yelled out, "Yes, Billy. What is it?" Apparently, Billy's voice came from some sort of intercom. I idly wondered how "Billy" knew exactly where Kristen was. Were there video monitors in the room? Billy's voice asked, "Are you expecting company? I have a Miss Patrice Williams at the front gate." The three of us looked at each other. Patrice was a member of Kristen's circle of friends, and the sister of Jack, my best friend (well, my best "male" friend now). Kristen sighed. "I knew that something like this would happen, but I thought it would wait until school started. I've never invited any of those girls here." "Well," Patty said, "none of us has been trying to keep the fact that we're together a secret." I nodded. Kristen looked at Patty and me, and said, "Well, Patrice probably wants to confirm it." I shrugged. "What are you going to do? Invite her to meet us in here?" Kristen started to shake her head no, but then stopped. "Well, why not? In for a penny, in for a pound!" Patty blanched. "You think that's a good idea?" Kristen looked at me. "What do you think, Jim?" I wished I had my tickets with me--they always seemed to give me confidence. I know that Kristen had changed over the last few days, but when confronted by one of her old gang, what would happen? I didn't want Kristen to get hurt. I finally said, "Kristen, do whatever you think you should do. If you want, Patty and I can disappear while you talk with Patrice." Kristen shook her head adamantly. "No. As Patty said, we haven't been keeping our relationship secret, although we haven't been advertising it, either. We'll need to confront the girls, and this is as good a time as any." I still wasn't completely sure. I mean, after being presented with tickets, both Patty and Kristen seemed to have had radical changes in their lives. Once again, I wished I had the tickets... if only for backup. "So, what will you do? Invite Patrice in here?" Kristen had a determined look in her eye. "Yeah. If it's OK with you." Patty shrugged her agreement. "Go ahead," I said. "Billy?" Kristen called out. "Yes, Miss Swift." Kristen was in her element, giving orders. "Let Patrice in, and have Edgar escort her to the spa." "Yes, Miss Swift." After a few seconds, I felt that I had to ask. "Is this place wired for sound?" "Yes. Well, sound and motion sensors," Kristen answered. "We have a camera at the gate as well. Billy monitors everything and knows where we are." "Oh." Kristen's answer didn't tell me how much her security people know. And if they knew that I was here, naked with not only Kristen but Patty, what would they tell her parents? "Jim?" Kristen said, softly. "I need to ask you a favor." "What?" Kristen hesitated, and then asked, "May I tell Patrice about the two of us? I mean, I am not ashamed of having you as a boy friend in any way, but I don't want to embarrass you if you aren't comfortable with my telling her." "I thought that was the point in you inviting her in here." Kristen nodded. "Yes, but I wanted your permission. If you have a problem with it, we still have time to change our plans." "Kristen, I'm fine with it." I turned to the red head beside me, "How about you?" "I don't care what Patrice thinks." Patty paused a second or so, and added, "But I think that the less you tell..." Kristen completed Patty's thought. "The weirder Patrice will think things are. Not that they aren't weird to begin with... Oh... Jim... I didn't mean to imply that you're weird..." I laughed. "No offense taken." It took about five minutes before we heard the sound of approaching footsteps. I heard an older man say, "Miss Swift is in here, and the spa is on the other side of the room. Be careful, the floor is wet." "Hello?" I heard Patrice calling into the room, her voice echoing in the large Solarium. "Down here at the end," Kristen replied. I saw Patrice walk toward us, and she stopped when she realized that Kristen wasn't alone. In fact, she seemed to recognize all three of us almost immediately. "What... what are you two doing here?" I was about to answer when Kristen took charge. "Relaxing. Want to join us?" Patrice looked completely surprised. "You... you're naked in there!" Kristen just said, "Of course!" She also accompanied her answer with a snuggle within my arms. "The stories are true," Patrice said. "Which stories are those?" Kristen asked, continuing to press her breasts into my side. "That you're hanging out with..." Patrice didn't seem to be able to call us losers to our face. I felt the anger that I realized that I had been feeling start to dissipate. There was an awkward silence. Surprisingly, it was Patty that broke the silence. "The water's nice and warm in here. The jets feel nice. Don't you want to join us?" Patrice looked at Patty, and then at me, and then at Kristen, and moved her focus back to me and then Kristen. "That... boy... is the same age as my brother!" I was insulted. "I'm older than Jack by six months!" "That's not the fucking point!" Patrice yelled. "Excuse me, Patrice," Kristen said, her voice cold. "You are a guest here. Please keep your voice down, and your language civil." Patrice flinched at Kristen's admonition, and probably at the voice of authority that Kristen used. "Sorry." Kristen's face melted a bit. "No problem. Just remember where you are." Patrice nodded, and her voice went strange. "Jim?" All of a sudden, I saw the Patrice that I had known years ago. The girl that confided in me, the one that I could confide in. A real friend, that "grew up" and left me when she met Kristen in junior high. "Yes?" I said, curious about what she would say. There was a pregnant pause. Finally, Patrice said, "Nothing." Patty took the opportunity to snuggle more into my other arm. Now, I was feeling pretty warm, having the warmth of the two girls' bodies, as well as the water, against me. I think I was also blushing, remembering Patrice's naked body a week ago, as well as the naked bodies pressing against my own. Patrice finally broke the ice. "Kristen. What's going on?" Kristen sighed, and ran her fingers through my hair. "I fell in love." Patrice nodded. "This isn't a put on?" Kristen shook her head. "We didn't even know you'd be coming here. You've never been here before." Softly, Patrice said, "You never invited me." Kristen's features softened even more. "So, why did you come here today?" "I heard stories..." Patrice said, and then paused for a few moments. And then, she said, "You made some wild phone calls a few days ago. And then you didn't say anything to us. Like... what were we supposed to think?" Kristen answered, softly, "Maybe I found some new friends." "Oh." There was a very long pause... almost five minutes long. And then, slowly, Patrice turned around, and started to leave. "Don't leave!" I blurted out, surprising all three girls. Patrice froze, but didn't turn around to face me again. "Please stay," I said, not knowing what was possessing me to call out. "This is perverted," Patrice said. "Says who?" Kristen demanded. "This is my house, and in my house, we're quite informal about bathing." Patrice turned back, feeling a bit on stronger ground. "Informal? You're mostly naked... maybe even completely naked... with those two losers!" Kristen's reaction was immediate. "Don't you ever DARE call my friends losers again, Patrice!" "But..." Patrice said. "You are naked in there with her... and him... a boy!" Kristen's voice sounded very controlled. "Yes. And what's wrong with that?" Patrice shook her head. "It's perverted. Maybe even illegal. It's disgusting." Kristen laughed. "You're a out-and-out prude, Patrice. How dare you barge into my house and say such things?" It took a few seconds for Patrice to answer. "I came here to warn you about the gossip that was flying around. But it appears to be true." "Gossip?" I asked. Patrice looked right through me. "First, you stand us up at the mall. Then you make those weird phone calls. And then I hear that you're hanging around that girl there..." Patrice glared at Patty. "And two of her... friends... and this boy here." "Not gossip," Kristen said, her anger rising. "All true. Wendy, Camille, and Patty and Jim here are very nice friends. And if you had any brains, you might want to join with us, instead of living a life thinking you're better than everybody else, when in fact your life is just plain pitiful!" All of us stared at Kristen after this outburst. Kristen hugged me again, holding me real close. "Patrice, get the fuck out of here. And don't talk to me again until you learn to be more civil. And if you cannot be civil, don't bother talking to me ever again." Patrice's mouth hung open, not knowing what to say in response. But Kristen wasn't looking for a response. She called out, "Billy? Have Edgar show Miss Williams out. Now!" Edgar arrived almost immediately, and escorted Patrice. He wasn't too forceful, but he was adamant enough to let her know that her time at the Swift residence had come to an end. After the door closed behind Patrice and Edgar, Kristen hugged me fiercely, and said, "Hold me, Jim. I need a friend right now." "You have a friend," I assured my little blonde Goddess. "And Patty's a friend. As well as Wendy and Camille, if you need them." Kristen didn't answer, but sobbed quietly on my shoulder for about ten minutes. I just hugged her back, and without being told, Patty moved to her other side and hugged her as well. I never felt so fucking helpless in my life. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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