Message-ID: <45126asstr$1067746202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [jimc_author@hotmail.com] From: "Jim C" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 01 Nov 2003 18:51:37.0850 (UTC) FILETIME=[2E04F5A0:01C3A0A9] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 01 Nov 2003 13:51:37 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Lucky Tickets Chapter 15 (mf ff rom 1st teen non-con mc md humil) Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 23:10:02 -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 _________________________________________________________________ Concerned that messages may bounce because your Hotmail account has exceeded its 2MB storage limit? Get Hotmail Extra Storage! http://join.msn.com/?PAGE=features/es <1st attachment, "Chapter-15.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 15 During a lull in the show, I moved up to the front and told Kristen that I had something to do at home. All the girls looked disappointed, especially Kristen. I gave each of them a hug and left the store. Kristen followed me out. "You're not mad that I didn't tell you my secret earlier, are you?" I shook my head. "Kris, I'm certainly not angry at you. You have some 'secret,' and if I should need to know about it, you'll tell me; I'll find out when it's appropriate. But I really have some things to do at home, especially with tomorrow being the first day of school." This was maybe a little white lie. I was, of course, still a bit hurt that I hadn't been a part of whatever it was that Patty and Kristen had done together the other day, although Patty's assurances to me did make me feel better. Kristen nodded. "How about dinner?" "I think I should eat at home. Haven't been doing that too much, lately." "What's wrong, Jim?" Kristen looked very hurt. "Nothing," I assured Kristen. "Everything's right. I love you--it can't get more perfect than that! I just want to prepare for school. Hearing you and the girls talk about college all the time has gotten me thinking about my future as well. I think that's part of why I was in a funk on Sunday." Kristen didn't seem convinced. "You sure that nothing's wrong?" "I'm positive, Kris," I said, smiling and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Can I give you a ride?" I sighed. I really hated turning Kristen down. "Nah. It's only two blocks, and you girls are still picking out clothes." "Shall I send Patty over tonight?" Patty was the last thing I needed at my house tonight. I suspected that Patty was Kristen's secret spy to keep track of me. I didn't know if Patty's loyalties were to me or to Kristen, and it would be foolish of me to entrust Patty with any of my secrets, although she had shown herself quite competent at keeping Kristen's secrets. "Nah. I'll see her tomorrow morning. I guess she's giving me a ride to school!" "You know that I love you, Jim," Kristen said, her face clearly showing concern. "I know, Kris. And I love you, too!" The two of us kissed for a couple of minutes, Kristen turning it, of course, into one of her patented erection specials. It was difficult for me to leave, but I knew that I had some work to do. I hugged Kristen and said my good-bye, and then I walked toward my home. As I walked away, I knew that Kristen was a bit more than disappointed. I wondered what I could have done to avoid doing that to her. I was still a bit new to this girl friend/boy friend thing. However, Kristen had admitted that she had some sort of secret that she was keeping from me, and I now had my own secret idea for Kristen, one that I hoped she'd really like. I just needed some private time to put things together. I truly hoped that Kristen would understand. * * * Once I got home, I went straight upstairs. I was looking for a 45 single that I had purchased a while back. Of course, it was nowhere to be found. Knowing that Merry sometimes "borrowed" some of my singles, I found her in the laundry room. I asked her if she had that particular forty-five, and she said it was in a stack on the turntable in her room. "I'm going to borrow it back," I told my step-sister. "You can have it tomorrow." "Sure. I was starting to get sick of the song, anyway." I found the record where Merry had said it would be, and took it into my room. I had a pair of Senheiser headphones and plugged them into my receiver. I put the 45 center adapter into the turntable and programmed the automatic mechanism to repeat the song continuously. I looked among my school supplies and found my loose leaf binder that had fifty or so blank pages of music staffs on it, a gift from my music teacher last year. I was considered a sort of music prodigy as a kid. My mother had taught me how to read music before I could even read fairy tales. I played the old upright piano that was in our den, which I still doodled on occasionally, especially when trying to figure out the notes to a song. In elementary school, I had taken up a few instruments, but found that my piano training served as a disadvantage at first. You see, most orchestral instruments are tuned to different keys. When a trumpet plays a middle-C note, for instance, the actual pitch that comes out is a B-flat note. Expecting the sound of one note and hearing a different pitch was very disconcerting. However, I persevered, and managed to learn to train my ears to transpose the "expected" sound of the notes I played, and I managed to get quite good on the trumpet. Not wanting to sit on my laurels, I tried other instruments, eventually doing well enough to be considered pretty versatile. In junior high, I became a jack of all trades in music class. My music teacher stayed with me after school to teach me things that they normally don't teach in music class, like arrangements, the basics of conducting, sight transposition (looking at, say, music written for trumpet--which is a B-flat instrument--and having it play in the correct pitch for, say, an E-flat instrument like an alto sax), and other advanced subjects. During some high school special events, like musicals, I was "loaned out" from the junior high to play some specialized instruments, or even a regular instrument, like the trumpet or the piano. The high school teacher had dealt with such "prodigies" before, but I managed to impress even him. Anyway, I was determined to listen to this one song, over and over, and get it down on paper. Then, I'd transpose it for a few instruments. I only had the rest of the afternoon and this evening to complete my work. After a couple of hours, my mom called me down to supper, and I ate quickly, wanting to get back upstairs to my music work. "What are you doing up there?" Mom asked. "Scoring something." "You have a girl up there?" my step-father asked. My mother looked daggers at him. "No. I meant that I'm trying to capture a song from a record onto music paper." "Sounds weird," my step-father said, having little interest in music. My mother actually smiled. The two of us shared a love for music. "Getting a head start in music class already?" I grinned. "Something like that." Merry offered to do the dishes for me in return to allow her to come into my room later and watch me "score" a song. "Sure, Shortcake. You may need to knock loudly, since I'll have the headphones on." "Okie dokie," Merry said, happy as a clam. When I got back upstairs, I found a headphone Y-adapter that I had once used with Jack to listen to "forbidden" albums ("The First Family" and an album by Lenny Bruce are still ingrained in my memory). I found a pair of studio monitor headphones that I knew would impress Merry--I preferred the lightness and the better sound reproduction of the Senheisers--and hooked the studio monitors into the Y-adapter as well. I had to turn the volume up a bit to compensate for the dissipation of the signal. I got back to work. I heard Merry's knock, and invited her in. I put the monitors on her, and showed her what I was doing. "You mean, rock musicians can actually read music?" Merry asked. "Well, in reality, probably not very many of them," I grinned. Merry didn't interrupt me, but eventually got bored watching me put what appeared to her to be useless circles and lines on my score sheets. The only part that interested her was when I put the words underneath the vocal notes. In fact, the two of us had an argument on how the first two words were to be spelled. She loved the first few lines of the song. Merry was yawning after about an hour of this and excused herself. I finally managed to get the song completed. There was more work to be done, like reducing the scores to individual parts. I figured that I would be able to do some of that at school, since it was merely copying what I had on one page onto another, and traditionally, the first day of school usually didn't entail much work, although I wasn't quite sure what to expect for high school. I looked at the time, it was close to midnight. I finally turned off the record player, wondering how much damage the diamond needle had done to the record with all the excessive playing and shrugged. It was my record to begin with, even if Merry had taken possession of it. * * * Patty arrived for my morning blow job, her morning back rub, and breakfast. She told my parents that she'd be staying over Kristen's starting that night, since her mother was still away, and Kristen's family had offered her to stay in one of the guest rooms. In the car, Patty turned to me and said, "So, what do you want Patricia doing today?" Oh, damn! I had been so busy scoring the song last night that I hadn't really thought of anything. "Um... it's a surprise," I said, not untruthfully. If I figured something out, it would be a surprise to me! "Cool. Kris says she'll meet us here in the parking lot." I smiled. I had a surprise in store for Kristen today. Patty pulled into the school parking lot, and easily spotted Kristen's red Camaro. Kristen was leaning against the back of her car, talking to some other girl. "Oh, fuck," Patty said. "That's Dale." I had heard some things about Dale, none of them nice, mostly from Kristen and Patrice. By the time that Patty found a parking spot, Dale had left, much to my relief. I had my bag of tickets in my attaché case that I brought with me to school. I knew that I shouldn't use them for revenge, but it comforted me to know that I had them available. Kristen's face lit up as she saw Patty and me walking toward her. "Hi, Jim! Hi Patty!" We all gathered in a three-way hug. Kristen said, softly, "The cravings are still there, but they're not getting worse." "What does that mean?" I asked. "If I can go a week and they still don't get any worse, then I can probably go any length of time. At least, that's what I'm hoping." I wasn't looking forward to not being with Kristen for a whole week, but I reminded myself that Kristen had this particular problem because of my bone-headed ideas. I forced myself to smile. "That sounds... um... great, Kris." Kris looked at me, and stifled a laugh. "You are a lousy actor, Jim!" She hugged me closer, planting a kiss on my lips. "It's time to get to home room," Patty suggested. That was where we'd get our official class schedules. We already had a "preliminary" schedule sent to our houses, but things usually got shuffled around at the last minute. Kristen bid her good-byes, and kissed the two of us quickly. I had Patty stay back a second. "Patricia?" I said. Patty's eyes beamed. "Yes, James?" "You want something sexy, or embarrassing?" "Um... how about a little of both?" "OK," I grinned. I opened my attaché case and took out a marker. "Here." "What's this?" "A magic marker. It's water soluble, so it will wash off. Anyway, I want you to get a guy to autograph one of your breasts." "Huh?" Patty said. "Too much for you?" "I thought you'd... like in the mall..." "Nah. Already done that. Just show me the signature when you pick me up after school. Oh... I almost forgot. I need to stay late today, about an hour. Do you think you could find Kris and have her meet me in the music room at 3:45 today?" "Exactly?" "Yeah. You can't enter the room if the red light is on outside. Just wait for the light to turn off after 3:45 and you and Kris can come in." "Sure thing. You really want somebody to autograph my breast?" I smiled. "Tell some guy you're doing it on a dare." My first home room was a bit exciting, since it was my first time having a real class in high school. The big topic was, of course, the resignation of Tricky Dick ("I am NOT a crook!") and possible repercussions about having our first unelected president in office. I had World History for first period, and it was upstairs. The conversation about the recent happenings with Watergate and stuff was still the hot topic for the first half of that class. I don't remember exactly where in world history we started after that; it has been a while, and didn't seem as earth shaking to me at that time. I know that I had music class for third period, followed by lunch. Usually, with this kind of schedule, I would skip lunch, and spend more time in the music room. But now I had friends that might have fourth period lunch. I decided to do my schedule straight for the first day. In music class, the teacher started the task of getting a bunch of students used to playing their instruments again, usually after not having touched them in three months. The music teacher, Mr. Proilet (his name is pronounced "Pree-Lay"), saw me in class, and asked me how my summer had been. I assured him that I had kept current on my trumpet, but that I'd be willing to fill in on any instruments where he might be short-staffed. He smiled at my offer, knowing that I was quite versatile musically. "I'd rather have you at first trumpet, first chair." I groaned at this. The first chair was usually reserved for seniors or at least juniors. And I know that there were a few really good trumpet players in this year's class. I looked around the room quickly, and noticed a certain section was a bit short. "How about trombone?" I asked. The teacher looked at me. "Are you up for it?" I smiled. "Bass instruments are usually easier, and the 'bone is natural pitched instrument." "How are you on the slide?" "Almost as good as trumpet," I assured Mr. Proilet. "Hmmm. How about second trombone? Bill, there, is a killer on the slide, and Roger also wants to play first," my teacher pointed out, referring to two seniors in the trombone section. "We can use some more support on second trombone, if you don't mind the lower position." I grinned. I'd prefer to play second trombone, actually; it would avoid resentment from the older students. "Second it is." The teacher shook his head. It wasn't every day that a student would turn down the status of playing first chair. "Um, Jim?" "Yeah?" I asked. "Mr. Thurd told me how you like to play new instruments," Mr. Proilet said. "Yes?" My music teacher walked into the instrument closet and found an instrument case, coming back into the room and handing it to me. "Here's something from the marching band. It fingers like a trumpet and reads trombone music. We got a few over the summer. Would you like to give it a try?" I shrugged, never having touched the instrument. "I'd like to add another instrument to my repertoire!" I grinned. I opened the case and saw that the instrument looked like a rather large trumpet, but aside from being twice as large, it also had a bell the same size as that on a bass trombone. I looked up, "Um, Mr. Proilet?" "Yes, Jim? I need to start the class." "I have a little music project... something for after school. Could I spend the period copying a master to some individuals?" The teacher laughed. "Mr. Thurd had warned me about you. You still need to practice the new instrument, too. Go ahead and have fun." I thanked the teacher, and gave the new instrument a test. I quickly ran through a set of scales, and noticed that it had the range of a standard trombone, without the slide effect. I got the hang of it quickly, and then resumed my music project to the accompaniment of the cacophony of a bunch of students trying to turn noise into music. In a way, the noise was soothing to me. I was surprised to see Patty at lunch at fourth period, and looked around. Kristen was nowhere to be found. Patty saw me looking. "She has lunch during third. You missed her walking out." "I had music class, and was doing a special project." Patty's eyes widened. "I remember you! You were in 'Annie Get Your Gun' last year!" "Yeah. They imported me for piano and a couple of extra parts last year." I didn't mention that I had been in the two previous high school musicals as well. "Must be cool to have all that talent. You know, Kristen has a piano at her house." "She does? How come I never noticed?" "Because, when you're around Kris, you only notice Kris, you Don Juan!" One of the upper classmen from music joined us at the table. His name was Toby something-or-other. He was in the band, playing first trumpet, third chair. "Um... Am I interrupting?" Toby said. "No," I said. "Toby. This is Patty, a friend of mine." "We've met," Patty said, but blinked her eyes demurely in a move that could only have been copied from an expression that I had seen Kristen do frequently. "Yeah. We have math together," Toby said. He turned to me, "I want to thank you for what you did in music today?" "Huh?" I asked. Toby's face was serious. "Taking second trombone instead of first trumpet. I would have been kicked down to second trumpet if you had taken it, and I've heard you play. You really deserve it." "It's nothing, really. The trombone section looked weak." "Whatever. Thanks, anyway." "Sure." Patty watched this exchange, probably not understanding any of it. "So, what do you think about Calculus?" she asked Toby. "Seems pretty easy," Toby said, grinning. Patty shook her head. "I don't think I'll ever get it." I watched Patty and Toby make small talk. Unlike when I was with Patty and the girls, she did not draw me into this conversation. The two of them were transfixed with one another. I felt a little awkward, and quietly got up and left. I don't think either one of them noticed. I wasn't jealous of Patty, and I actually kind of liked Toby. I mean, he didn't have to search me out and thank me for turning down first chair. He could have simply pretended that he didn't know. The boy had dignity... and he seemed to really like Patty. I hoped that Patty had been able to get the message to Kristen to meet me at 3:45. I had something planned, and was getting everything down to the last minute. I had maybe ten minutes of leeway, and if things started to go wrong, I'd have to wait another day. I didn't want to wait. School finally let out, and I met Mr. Proilet and asked if I could use the music room for a practice. He didn't seem to mind. My friends from junior high all started to wander into the music room. They were gossiping and chatting among themselves, talking about their first day of school. All of them were doing me a favor by staying after school, and after about fifteen minutes, I had about ten guys from last year's chorus, as well as five or six members of the band, all milling about the music room. I started handing out the music. I had waited until after school when I was alone in the music room to actually put the title of the song on the music sheets. Everybody knew the song, and the chorus knew their part without needing music sheets, but I wanted everything perfect. I had borrowed Patty's new friend, Toby, to play trumpet. There was another guy named Lou playing baritone sax. One of the members of the chorus, Sam, was also in the string section of the concert orchestra, and noticed that I hadn't written a bass part. "I don't know any bass players, or where I could get an electric bass on short notice." "I have a string bass in the orchestra room," Sam replied, smiling. "If you have the chord sheets, I could improvise a bass line." He left quickly to get his instrument. I didn't have a recording engineer, so I opted instead to use a binaural mike setup above where my music focus would be. I figured if I could move the string bass closer to the mike, it might be heard amid the sounds of the other instruments. The musicians were practicing their parts. It was a simple arrangement of a simple song, really. Gerry, a senior that I knew only by reputation, walked in with an electric guitar. We shook hands, and I showed him the music. He grinned when he saw the title, and said that he already played this song with his band... in the same key. I watched Gerry connecting his amp and guitar, and I had remembered something. "Gerry? Do you know Wendy Jones?" Gerry looked up at me, surprised. "Yeah. I called her a few days ago. Why?" "Wendy's a friend of mine. I remember her telling me about a boy that played guitar. I had thought it was you." "You hang out with Wendy?" Gerry asked, impressed. "She's a really nice babe." "Yeah. I hang out with all her friends." "She's friends with Kristen now," Gerry said. "I know. Kristen's our guest of honor for this show, actually." Gerry looked thoughtful. "Is it true that Kristen's changed? I mean, she doesn't hang out with her old crowd anymore. And do you know Dale? I heard her bad mouthing Kristen this morning. The two of them used to be tight." "Yeah. Kristen's changed. For the better, I hope." Gerry started tuning his guitar, and I left him alone. I grinned and hoped for the best. It was 3:20, and I only had time for one full rehearsal before the real thing. I turned on the recorder, and then walked to the front. I found Mr. Proilet's conductor's stick, and I started the chorus chanting. The song only took about three or four minutes, and it worked without a hitch. The weakest part was Toby on trumpet, but he was doing his level best to make this work. After the song ended, I turned off the recorder and looked at the V.U. meters. We had a few peaks that were a bit in the red zone, so I moved the recording gain down about two decibels. I gave everybody the thumb's up, and told them to take five. My lead singer, Roy, came over to me. "You have a pleasant voice, Jim. The timbre's of our voices match nicely." I nodded. "I don't have any fancy recording engineers, and I wanted to double-track the vocals. The best way to do that with this setup is to have you and I both be lead singers. It's a good thing for me that the range on this song is simple." Roy shook his head. "Your voice is better than you think," he said. "Most people just don't like hearing their voices on a recording. But you get used to it. Continue doing it. As I said, you have a nice voice, and I'm one to know." I thanked Roy, and Toby came up to me. "I think I got the part nailed now. I was a bit shaky at the instrumental part." "Don't worry, Toby," I assured the trumpet player. "You're doing really fine. We're not recording for the radio!" Toby grinned. "Patty and I have a date next Saturday." I smiled. "That's great. She's a really nice person, and so are you. I think the two of you will be great together." "Think so?" Toby asked. He looked just a bit uncertain. "She's... um... different than most girls I know." I shrugged. "All girls are different in their own way. Patty will be here, you know. In about five minutes, in fact." Toby beamed. "Really?" "Yup. So make it sound great for her!" "You betcha!" * * * The musicians formed up, and I noticed that the chorus had roughly doubled in size since the rehearsal. Apparently, the word went out and people were begging to be a part of the session. I hoped that neither Patty nor Kristen had gotten word of it. I explained everything to the newcomers, while keeping my eye on the clock. The girls were due any minute... I saw Toby's eyes light up, and I turned around to see my two best friends walk into the music room uncertainly. "Jim?" Patty said, not understanding why so many boys were in one place after school. "Patty, Kristen," I said, "Sit on those two chairs." I pointed to the two chairs directly underneath the binaural mike. The two girls got themselves comfortable. I signaled to Roy, the lead singer, to start the recording. He nodded, turned on the recorder and went back to his mike. I waved my baton, mouthing "1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4..." The Chorus started chanting: "Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga... Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga..." I closed my eyes, conducting from memory. I started singing into the mike: "I can't stop this feeling, Deep inside of me... Girl you just don't realize What you do to me..." I continued to sing, my eyes closed and conducting my impromptu orchestra blindly (they were hit perfectly). I really put everything I had into the song. The instrumental sounded great... even Toby's trumpet. I drove on, eager to see this song to its conclusion. Finally, I managed to get to the end of the song... "I'm high on believing, That you're in love with me! Yeah, I'm hooked on a feeling!" The music stopped, and I kept my eyes closed. It seemed to go all right, but I really hadn't been listening to the entire mix, just trying to get my part done. How had it actually gone? I had thought that lost my nervousness about stepping on stage when I was in sixth grade, but right now I really felt nervous, like a kid doing his first recital. I opened my eyes, and Roy was standing by the recorder, giving me the thumb's up signal. I felt a little better. But what did my audience think? With trepidation, I turned around, and saw Kristen smiling at me, tears in her eyes. Was I that bad? Roy had said I had a pleasant voice, but maybe he was just being nice... "That was so sweet!" Kristen said, rushing up to me. She liked it? Kristen rushed up and kissed me deeply in front of the entire chorus and band. As we broke it off, I heard a smattering of applause. A few of the chorus had started chanting the "Ouga Chaka" part again, laughing among themselves. Patty was over by the musicians, talking with Toby. Roy came over and handed me the two master cassettes from the recorder. I presented one of them to Kristen and said, "For you, my little blonde Goddess!" I introduced Kristen and Roy, and they exchanged pleasantries. Kristen noticed how much Roy's voice sounded like mine and commented on it. "Tell that to Jim," Roy grinned. "He thinks my voice sounds great, but he doesn't think his measures up!" Kristen kissed me again. Gerry, the guitar player, congratulated me on a great set, and asked me if he could use my arrangement for his band. I shrugged and gave him my master copy, asking him to just copy it and return it to me. I wanted to keep it as a souvenir of my "back to school" present for Kristen. Gerry didn't seem to have a problem with that. * * * Kristen drove me from school, stopping by Lake Shore Point for a quick make-out session. We weren't alone, and Kristen was careful not to allow our passions to overflow. She was still trying to determine if she could handle the cravings that I had imposed upon her. We then stopped at Kristen's house, where I saw Patty's car was already parked. We went into the main house, and I once again met Kristen's parents. Patty came into the living room where we were and said "Hi." Kristen hugged Patty and asked, "Who was that you were talking to in the band?" "His name's Toby," Patty answered. "Jim introduced us." I nodded. "He seems to like Patty. He's a really decent guy. He works hard at playing trumpet." Patty beamed. "Toby had a lot of nice things to say about you, too. How you kept him from getting demoted in the trumpet section..." "It's not demoted, but you got the basics. But I didn't do it for him. The trombone section looked weak." Kristen beamed at me. "Such a gracious gentleman." "How was your first day back to school?" Kristen's mother asked. "Great," Kristen answered. "Jim, here, seems to be multi-talented in the music department. He made this recording for me today." Kristen held up her cassette. "You're a musician?" Kristen's mom asked. "I play a bit," I squirmed, disliking this kind of attention. "Mom... he arranged an entire score, and got a bunch of guys from school to make a recording. All on the first day of school!" "Really?" Mrs. Swift said, impressed. "We have a piano in the parlor, you know." "Mom," Kristen said, rolling her eyes. "He doesn't want to entertain during your parties!" Patty and I laughed at this. I doubted that Kristen's mother actually had such a design on me. The three of us excused ourselves and went into Kristen's play room. I needed to get back before six for dinner. Kristen gave me a tender kiss, and pulled Patty in to make it a three-way. She was shivering. "What's wrong?" I asked Kristen. "Dale's starting rumors," Kristen said. "Talking about me, Patrice, and the rest of us. She actually had the nerve to ask me to pay her $250 in order to prevent the rumors from running rampant." Patty nodded. "I heard some of them already. She was with you at your car before school, wasn't she?" "Yeah," Kristen said. "If it wasn't for you two and the others, I don't know what I would have done." "Too bad you have third period lunch," I said. "Patty and I share lunch the next period." "Yeah. I saw Patty in between periods. She invited me to the music room." Kristen changed the subject. "Jim... that was the sweetest thing. How'd you know I liked that song?" "I didn't," I admitted. "But I felt it appropriate. I mean, who's addicted to who?" "That's, 'to whom,'" Patty pointed out. "Yes, Mother," I said. The two girls laughed at my expense. "You're still sweet," Kristen said. "I'm working on a surprise for you, but you'll have to wait. OK?" "Sure," I said, kissing Kristen again. Patty offered to drive me home, surprising Kristen. Patty was insistent, though. I accepted, and we left at about five thirty. Once in the car, Patty said, "Jim, you have no idea how much that song meant to Kris. She really had a bad day today, and you completely turned it around for her." "I didn't know about her day until we were in the play room," I pointed out. "I got the idea when I was watching the ladies model dresses at Martin's." "Well, you're definitely the best thing that ever happened to Kristen. Just remember she's fragile. She can break into a million tiny pieces. Be careful with her." I nodded. I wouldn't want to knowingly harm Kristen again in a million years. Patty turned into an empty road. "I have something to show you." I wondered what Patty was up to. She turned to me, and pulled up her blouse along with one of the cups of her bra. On the top of her breast was a signature: Toby. I moved over and kissed Patty. "That's great, Patty. Must have taken some courage!" Patty just nodded and started the car up again. She drove me home, and kissed me on the cheek as I left the vehicle. Merry met me at the door. "How'd your surprise go, Jim?" "Better than I had ever hoped, Shortcake!" I picked up my step-sister and planted a wet kiss on her cheek. "Thanks for the help last night." Merry blushed and squirmed out of my grip. She grabbed the cassette from my hands and ran into her room to play it. I made a mental note to make sure that I got the tape back from her; it was very special to me. * * * Patty met me again the next morning, and we had our mutual make-out session. I was really missing Kristen. It wasn't that Patty was a poor substitute for my little blonde Goddess, but Patty and I weren't really in love, and it seemed to make a big difference to me. I found myself fantasizing that I was with Kristen, now that Patty's technique was becoming more and more similar to Kristen's, but I realized that this wasn't completely fair to Patty. To compensate, I tried to put my full enthusiasm into Patty's back rubs, and Patty would squirm and moan in appreciation. "Every girl should have a back rub like this before having to go to school," Patty commented. We found Kristen's car at school, but Kristen wasn't anywhere near it. I didn't see Kristen at all until fourth period. I did notice some members of the chorus in the hallway chanting "Ouga Chaka," occasionally, especially when they noticed me. I hoped that those two words didn't become a nickname for me in the future. Patty and Toby were already sitting together at lunch, talking animatedly. Patty caught my eye and signaled me to sit across the table from Toby and her. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't sitting next to Patty, but I knew that it wasn't my place to be intruding on her love life. I was shocked when Patty smiled at something behind me and noticed Kristen walking toward me, smiling, with a tray in her hand. "Kristen! You're here!" I said, stating the obvious. "Yeah," Kristen grinned. "They are still making minor schedule changes. And when your daddy is the one that donated the new scoreboard on the football field, you can get some minor adjustments to things a bit easier." "That's great. We'll have lunch together all semester!" I felt great being able to sit next to Kristen. She was smiling, something I figured she didn't do very much the previous day. "Where were you this morning?" I asked Kristen. "Patty and I looked all over for you." Kristen looked at me, "Have you seen Dale today?" Up until yesterday, I didn't even know what Dale looked like. "No..." Kristen smiled. "You probably won't." I tried to get more information out of Kristen, but she was adamant about not talking. It was amazing. Kristen was the one girl that I knew that could actually keep a secret. First, she was cooking up a surprise for me with Patty, and not giving me any kind of clue what she had planned. Next, this strange thing about Dale? What had happened there? Did Kristen put Dale into the hospital? I changed the subject, not wanting to press Kristen any further. Maybe I could find out if I spent some private time with her, if she felt she could trust me. Lunch went pretty fast; too fast for me. Time just seemed to fly when Kristen and I were together. We had completely forgotten about Patty and Toby, but they were off on their own little world themselves. At the end of the day, Kristen was waiting by her Camaro. I noticed Patty's car leaving, Toby on the passenger side. I was feeling happy for Patty. Just a month ago, Patty thought that she'd live the life of a hermit. And now she was confidant enough to be going out on a date in two days. I much preferred to drive with Kristen, anyway. Her red Camaro was really bitchin' and turned heads as she drove past, and I luxuriated in the afterglow. Kristen drove me straight home, saying that she had some stuff to take care of at home. I was very disappointed, since I hadn't been spending a lot of time with her. At home, Merry had a disappointed look on her face. "Kristen left and took the Camaro!" "She'll be around again," I promised Merry. At dinner, my mom asked me what I was going to do for my birthday. It was next week. I originally had planned to go to the movies with Jack. Then, after discovering my lucky tickets, I thought maybe I'd do a special "Wednesday Night" with the girls, something I'd never tell my mother about. Now, I was undecided. I didn't know if Kristen even knew my birthday was next week, and I didn't want to tell her. I'd only be a year younger than her, at least for the moment, and I wanted it to be a surprise. I realized that I hadn't answered my mother. "I don't know. Maybe watch a movie or something." "Doesn't sound all that exciting," my mother said. I shrugged. "Parties are overrated, Mom. Boys don't have them at my age." My mother looked at me and shrugged. Mercifully, the subject changed. * * * The next morning, I received my morning suckle from Patty. I knew that I was going to miss that gentle sucking action that she used due to her love of the taste of my cock, but Monday night would be the last time she'd be feeling that effect. Kristen's obvious jealousy of me giving Patty a "taste" of Kristen's "punishment" had made me make a vow that I would never allow Patty to feel that way about my penis again. I knew that I would definitely miss that gentle, loving, sucking action, but Kristen was more important to me than that. I repaid Patty by treating her to an extra workout with her body massage. I massaged both the front and back, but never went close to her crotch. Again, I wanted my next time to be with Kristen. At school, Kristen met the two of us in the school parking lot. We kissed, briefly, before heading to our respective classes. At third period, Mr. Proilet found me before class. He fished around his drawer, pulling out a battery operated cassette deck. "Can you explain about this?" He pressed the PLAY button, and I heard the hiss of tape noise. It wasn't a good quality tape. "Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga..." Oh my god! Where did Mr. Proilet get a copy of that tape? I realized from the fact that the rehearsal didn't have as full a chant at the start (due to the larger chorus that had assembled later) that this was almost definitely the rehearsal of the special session that I had set up for Kristen. I had somehow forgotten to get those tapes. My teacher smiled and pressed the STOP button, and then pressed REWIND. "Sound familiar?" "Yeah," I said sheepishly. "I made it here Wednesday afternoon." "I see. That was your little project, huh? Who did the arrangement?" "I did. I wrote the conductor's score the previous night, and transcribed the individual parts during music class..." My teacher interrupted me. "You're telling me you arranged this, and set up this recording in less than twenty-four hours?" "Yeah," I admitted. "But you're only listening to the rehearsal, and it sounds like a copy of a copy at best." I went fishing in my attaché case, and found my copy of the final master. "Here..." I gave Mr. Proilet the second master copy of the actual session. "This one sounds better." Without a word, Mr. Proilet popped out his cassette and put in mine. "Ouga Chaka... Ouga, Ouga..." I clenched my eyes. I hadn't yet gotten up the nerve to actually listen to the tape. Everybody in the band room quieted down as the tape played. Some people pointed at me, a few of them having attended the actual recording. God! I hate hearing my voice on tape! Roy was right about that, but I really thought my voice stank. It sounded a bit too high to be my voice. There was no way that anybody would confuse my voice with Blue Swede's. I watched my teacher shake his head. "You're quite talented, boy. Mr. Thurd said you were good, but he didn't mention your ability to compose..." "I didn't compose anything!" I protested. "I just listened to the record..." My teacher wasn't hearing it. "I know professional musicians that can't do as good a job with the people you had access to in such a short period of time! I know that I'll have difficulty getting this group of students playing well enough for the Christmas concert." "You think it's good?" "I think it's great!" Mr. Proilet said. "How many tracks did you lay down for the final mix?" "Two stereo. I didn't know anybody that could handle a sound board, so I used the binaural mikes. I put the unit on the shelf up behind where the conductor stands." The two of us turned to see the shelf I was referring to. "You seem to be able to do quite well given the limitations you had to work with." I was getting very embarrassed by the teacher's praise. I noticed that the entire class seemed to be listening to the exchange. I just shrugged. "Would you like to do more stuff like that?" "Really?" I asked. "Sure. And I know some seniors that can handle the electronics for you. How does next Wednesday sound? After school?" Next Wednesday was my birthday. I wasn't sure if I wanted to start something like that on that day. After all, I might still want to go out to a movie or something. "How about Thursday? I might be busy on Wednesday." The teacher grinned. "Thursday after school it is." I shrugged. "You can find your instrument now, Mr. Crittenhouse," Mr. Proilet said, grinning. * * * At lunch, I told Kristen about next Thursday, and she seemed very happy for me. "That tape you gave me was wonderful. I listen to it every night, while I look at that picture. I know you're singing to me." "Picture?" I asked, confused. "The one taken when you were punishing me. I... I look at it every day. It makes me... you know... And now I listen to your tape when I look at it. It's almost as if you are there with me, and I imagine we're together..." "Oh," I said, quietly. I had thought I removed that compulsion from her, but now I remembered that you couldn't completely cancel the effects of the tickets. Kristen changed the subject. "How's your weekend shaping up?" "Well, Patty has a date tomorrow afternoon," I told Kristen. "I think she's falling for Toby. If she does..." I let the thought drop. "Then you will start having lonely mornings, huh?" "Yeah," I said. "I was sort of getting used to them." Kristen smirked, "Oh, I might be able to help you with that." "But your addiction...!" Kristen shook her head. "It will probably be around whether or not we do things together. But you seem to enjoy me, and I know that I enjoy being with you. I don't mind!" "I'd feel very funny if Patty comes over tomorrow morning, Kris." "Why?" "She has a date. I don't think it's... proper..." "You don't mind her doing you before we go out on a date, Jim." I had no response to that. Kristen smiled. "You're going to miss Patty, aren't you?" "Um... yeah..." I didn't know exactly how to answer her question. "Well," Kristen said, "Patty's not going anywhere. I know she enjoys you as much as you enjoy her." "I think I need to think about this." Kristen looked around. The cafeteria was crowded. "Hey? You know any place around here where we could be... you know... private?" My music teacher had given me full run of the music room, and I also knew it was unoccupied during fourth period. "Yeah. Come with me." I led Kristen to the music room, and after entering it, I turned on the red light. That was a "DO NOT ENTER" light that indicated that a rehearsal or recording was happening. Students and faculty alike abide by it instinctively. The floor was dusty, and I wasn't completely sure what Kristen had planned. Kristen wasted no time. She pulled me into a deep kiss, and then whispered to me. "Touch me. Pull my dress up and touch me through my panties." I did so. I had missed touching Kristen like this so much. Kristen rubbed me as well, through my jeans. It wasn't as exciting as bare skin contact, but I had no complaints. In about ten minutes, the bell indicating the end of the period went off. We disentangled from each other, neither one of us having yet achieved release. I had a bit of difficulty making it to my next period, but I managed. I could only imagine how Kristen felt; while we were kissing, I could almost feel her craving for me. It seemed a lot stronger than she had been letting on. I met Kristen at the end of the day. We saw Patty and Toby walking, holding hands. I turned to Kristen. "Do you think Toby will want to be a member of our little group?" Kristen thought about it. "I think we should let Patty decide if he's the right kind of person, huh?" I nodded. That seemed like a smart course. "Yeah." Kristen drove me to her house, and dragged me straight to her play room. She lay down on the plush carpet, and pulled me on top of her. We dry humped for about an hour. Again, the clothing between us prevented us from maximizing our pleasure, but we found ourselves just reveling in the feeling of our bodies close to touching each other. I rolled Kristen over, and straddled her ass. I started giving her one of my best back rubs, combining the relaxing rubs that Patty so liked with the more intimacy that Kristen and I shared. After about a half hour, I noticed that Kristen had stopped moving. Carefully, I moved off from on top of her, and looked closer. Kristen was blissfully asleep, her cravings for me mercifully gone, at least for the moment. She woke up an hour or so later and took me home. * * * I slept like a baby that night, the make-out session between Kristen and me having relieved the tensions that I didn't realize that I had been feeling over the past week without Kristen's closeness. Patty woke me up with her gentle sucking, once again reminding me about Kristen's wonderful technique. I felt a bit of a pang, knowing that Patty would be going out on a date with Toby later on. The pang wasn't of jealousy, but a sadness that Patty's time with me would eventually end. I excused myself to relieve the biological pressure that my kidneys had accumulated during the night, promising Patty a back rub upon my return. I noticed Patty getting dressed and I shrugged. Occasionally, Patty liked back rubs skin to skin, but sometimes she dressed herself. I came back to my room to find not only Patty on my bed, but Merry was lying next to her. I smiled, thinking Patty was pretty smart to have gotten dressed before Merry arrived. I started giving Patty a back rub. "Good morning, Shortcake. What are you doing in here?" "I saw you give Patty a back rub at Kristen's," Merry explained. "It looked like fun. I asked Patty yesterday morning if I could join her today, and she said yes." "OK. But just this once," I said, not wanting Merry to get into the habit of jumping into bed with me. Merry grinned. I did some of my best work that morning. Both girls looked completely refreshed as they headed downstairs for breakfast. My mother said, "Good morning, Patty. How is your aunt doing?" Patty lowered her eyes. "She's not doing very well. My mother is doing her best, but with her being away, the bills may start to pile up. I may just have to look for a job to help her make ends meet." "Oh, dear," my mother said. "If I see any jobs, I'll be sure to let you know." "Thanks, Mrs. Cummings," Patty said. That put a damper on the conversation. I tried to change the subject. "You have a date with Toby today, right?" Patty visibly brightened, "Yeah. We're going to Vaughn's, near the mall." My mother nodded. I smiled, having been there with Kristen and the girls. Merry said, "Are you gonna order that Belly Buster thingie?" Patty laughed. "Not on a date, silly. You don't want a boy friend to think you'll eat him out of house and home." "And what are your plans, Jim?" my mother asked. "Patty's driving me to Kristen's. We're just going to hang out, I think." My mother nodded. Merry piped up. "Will you be going swimming? Kristen has a bitchin'... I mean, really neat pool." My mother's ears pricked up when Merry used the "B" word, but Merry's expression was one of pure excitement, and she forgave the youngster without saying anything. "Now, Merry. You don't want to be a pest to Kristen and Jim." "Oh, mom," I protested. "Merry's hardly ever a pest. At least anymore." I smiled at my step-sister, who looked just a bit insulted at the "anymore" remark. "Patty will be around until the afternoon. There's no reason we can't invite Merry, but I'll call Kristen." Patty interrupted. "No need to call, Jim." "Huh?" "Kristen already invited her, knowing how much she enjoyed herself last weekend." "Oh," I said. "I wasn't told." Patty grinned. "Everybody seemed to have such a great time last weekend, that Kris wanted to do it again. You can't blame her for that." I found myself grinning. "No. I can't." Turning to my mother, I asked, "You don't mind if Merry joins us?" My mother said, "Well, if she's invited..." Patty said, "Indeed. Merry's quite adorable, Mrs. Cummings." Merry blushed, but beamed at the compliment. Without even asking for permission, she bolted from the table to go upstairs and get a bathing suit and towel. The three of us giggled at Merry's youthful vigor. "Are you sure she's not going to be a problem?" my mother asked. "Nah," I said, agreeing with Patty. "Everybody loves her. And Merry loves the hot tub." My mother smiled. "OK. Don't keep her out too late." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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