Message-ID: <45128asstr$1067746206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [jimc_author@hotmail.com] From: "Jim C" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 01 Nov 2003 18:53:35.0287 (UTC) FILETIME=[74046C70:01C3A0A9] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 01 Nov 2003 13:53:34 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Lucky Tickets Chapter 17 (mf ff rom 1st teen non-con mc md humil) Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 23:10:06 -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, newsman _________________________________________________________________ Never get a busy signal because you are always connected with high-speed Internet access. Click here to comparison-shop providers. https://broadband.msn.com <1st attachment, "Chapter-17.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 17 Kristen and I ate at Vaughn's, which we were starting to think of as "our place," for dinner. Once again, I couldn't convince Kristen to order the Belly Buster dessert. After dinner, we returned to Kristen's house, where the two of us spent the night together in Kristen's play room. It was a special time for the two of us, our first "night together" and we spent our time, hugging, kissing, nuzzling, and orally pleasuring each other. I think I fell asleep first, because the last thing I remember that night was that I was holding Kristen in my arms. When I awakened in the wee hours of the morning, I noticed that Kristen had shifted position was sleeping in a near fetal position with her lips wrapped around my dick. I looked at the lovely sight. I knew that Kristen was still asleep, but I could still feel her tongue occasionally swipe at my shaft or the tip. I started to consider Kristen's addiction to my cock and to the sperm that it emitted. I know, for example, the I was directly responsible for Kristen's addiction, having used the lucky tickets to physically change her in some way. Her actions right now were a prime example of that: even while she was unconscious, her mouth still seemed to feel required to give me little lick every now and then. When I had given Kristen that addiction, I had no idea that it would have had such a long-lasting effect on her. I had been thinking at the time that I'd humiliate her by making her have to come to me, repeatedly, and have to beg to service me. It was a power trip, pure and simple, fueled by my mistaken belief that Kristen had been responsible for breaking up the friendship I had with Patrice. Almost immediately thereafter, I began to regret what I had done to Kristen. Had I really thought it proper to force Kristen to orally service me in front of my friends? And to add fuel to the fire, I actually turned her into a cock-junkie. At the time I did it, I really didn't consider the consequences. Now my mind was dealing with some harsh realities. Despite the fact that Kristen and I were lovers now, her sucking at this very moment wasn't consensual. In fact, her conscious mind probably wasn't even aware that she was doing so. Isn't that a form of forcing a girl to have sexual relations? I wasn't sure about the legal definition of rape in the state of Illinois, but it almost definitely would be the act of causing a person to perform sexual relations with another person without their consent. I considered my use of my tickets to obtain sexual favors. From the start, I never once really considered getting the girls' consent. I had known that none of the girls that I used the tickets on would ever consider giving me their consent. Even my first use, inspecting Meredith's nude body while she slept, may even be considered to fit within that definition. And then there was Patrice and Marla. I never asked for their consent, either. Then there was Patty, Camille, and Wendy. Once again, I didn't have their consent when I first glimpsed their nude bodies in the moonlight at Kneely Park, since I had forced their consent with the tickets. Even if all most of those things could be said to be in the grey areas of the law, I do know that I had probably crossed the line in two circumstances. The first time was with Patrice. Yes, I was naive, and I mostly wanted to get first hand knowledge about sex from somebody more mature than Meredith. And, I had done so while I was completely pissed off at Patrice for referring to me as a loser. I was going to show her, wasn't I? There was no consent whatsoever from Patrice when she blew me that one time. She did so because she had no choice. I must have felt some sort of pangs of regret then, since I also forced her to forget the entire situation. So, despite the fact that I had covered my tracks with Patrice, it was almost definitely still rape. Then there was Kristen. My initial desire with Kristen, as with Patrice, was to simply humiliate her, but in a more public fashion. I forced her to blow me, then I made her addicted to my cock and its precious cargo, and then I sent her out topless, totally vulnerable to the entire world. That was definitely rape. And there were three witnesses to the event, three people that still knew about it and might even be called on as witnesses if the police were ever informed. I only really felt any remorse about Kristen the next day, when I found that my forcing an addiction on her turned her into a cock-junkie, who could only get her fix by arranging my services through Patty, and knowing that she'd have to pay me each time she sucked me. I had never really considered that the power of those tickets was so strong that it could do something like that to a person in less than twenty-four hours. I immediately felt guilty, but not directly for what I did to Kristen... but for making Patty mad at me because I had done it. I didn't really feel anything for Kristen, until I saw her there, the haughty princess brought down so completely to such a state where she was just standing there, her whole life almost completely shattered. It was then, and only then, did I ever feel anything toward Kristen. She was lovely, but that wasn't important. It took me a few moments, but I realized that she was a human being, and didn't deserve to be treated like an animal. My heart finally went out to her, mostly to ask forgiveness, and also to attempt to make things better for her. For the first time, somebody actually treated Kristen as a person... a friend. It was quite ironic that the person that became a friend to her was the same person that had defiled her, who had raped her. And she forgave me, and in her very fragile state, she even fell in love with me. I was quite an amateur when it came to matters of the heart. But I had to ask myself, what is Kristen's love for me based upon? Was it the fact that she's still addicted to my dick and sperm? Or was it the fact that I held her when she needed to be held? How about the fact that I raped her and showed her how powerful I was? Wouldn't that have made her less receptive to me, of all people? So... what was the basis for her love? For that matter, what's the basis for my love of Kristen? Of all the people in our little circle, three actually stood out as having a close relationship with me, and only one of them was Kristen. One person was Patty, a person who was impressed by my power (using the tickets, of course) and gave herself willingly to me. She said her reason was that I had been the first person that had been able to allow her to achieve orgasm since a very traumatic rape she experienced. Her relationship with me bordered on love, but it wasn't the romantic love that she was now looking for. We did become very close friends, and she was the first person that I ever confided to about the tickets. She was now an important part of my life, and I feel honored that she liked me, even after seeing the nasty side of me that had defiled Kristen. Another person I was close with was Patrice. I had known her for many years, and we had been friends up until she entered junior high. I used to confide in her, and we used to hang out together. Then she found new friends, and didn't have a place for me anymore. Thanks to Kristen and Patty, Patrice was back as a friend, but I noticed that she now tended to avoid me a bit. Could this have been due to the fact that she's one of the people that I consider may have been raped by me? I had told her to forget it, but what if she still somehow knew that there was some traumatic memory that is telling her to keep away from me... that I'm dangerous? The third person, Kristen, is, of course, a friend and a lover, and the more I knew about Kristen, the more I found myself loving her. Isn't that true love? Surely, I wasn't the one to be able to know this, as it was my first time ever being in love romantically. My only knowledge of love was from stories, movies, and television shows. My mother and Patty told me that I was in love with Kristen, and they were more experienced than I was in these matters. Or were they? Patty and Kristen became best friends right after the junkie incident. As I mentioned, Patty and I were also close friends. But what if Patty's reading of the situation was just wishful thinking on her part? What if I really wasn't totally head-over-heels in love with Kristen, but Patty had wanted that as a fairy tale ending to what she perceived to be Kristen's not-so-easy life? Yesterday's outburst by Kristen told me that Kristen wasn't in a place where she could have doubts about our relationship. And, if what I felt toward Kristen wasn't true love, it seemed to be enough for her right now. Maybe I should just play it safe until Kristen became more comfortable with an expanding circle of genuine friends. That would probably be the safe move for now. Discussing my doubts with her would hardly be constructive for her at this point. But also not telling her about my doubts would be dishonest with her. I had promised myself that I wouldn't hurt her, but what if telling the truth could hurt her? What was my obligation in this situation? My mind kept running around in circles over that, until I felt increased suction on my penis, and saw the lovely Kristen's eyes were now open. I raised my head and said, and put my doubts and the conundrum aside. I smiled and said, "Good morning, Star Shine." Kristen smiled and, with my dick still in her mouth, she started humming the chorus of that song: "Gliddy glub glooby... Nibby nabby nooby... La la la lo lo!" I giggled, thinking that the singer Oliver never imagined the nonsense words to be coming from a little blonde Goddess happily sucking my dick. I thought about that song. It was from the Broadway musical "Hair" and, of course, just thinking about that musical's name reminded me of my own fondness of my running my fingers through Kristen's hair. I smiled as I caressed her head, and started playing with little strands of her hair. I found myself singing aloud, accompanied by Kristen's continued humming: "Sabba sibby sabba, Ooby abba nabba, La la lo lo..." Kristen raised her eyes to look at me, a sparkle showing in them, as I continued serenading her: "Ooby ooby walla, Ooby abba nabba... Early morning singing song." Kristen actually released my cock and said, "I love your singing voice. Until you sang for me that day in school, I never realized that you could sing, Jim." "My singing voice is probably better suited as the voice of Kermit the Frog," I said, referring to Jim Henson's "Muppet" that appeared on Sesame Street and was seen more and more frequently as a guest on various variety shows on television. "Don't put yourself down," Kristen said. "You are obviously gifted. Wendy says that Gerry told her that you put that whole music session together from scratch in less than twenty four hours!" "Yeah, but I made Roy's mike louder than mine," I said, not feeling comfortable hearing praise like that. "It was his voice you were hearing, mostly. Not mine." "Jim," Kristen smiled. "You just need a little more confidence." Confidence. That was really what I lacked. Not so much about my singing voice, but in my feelings toward Kristen. Her outburst yesterday had shattered whatever confidence that I had before about our love, which was probably why all those doubts were now swimming in my head. Kristen, unaware of the tempest inside my brain, looked back at my cock and went back to her sucking. I lay in bed, feeling Kristen's mouth on my cock, when an idea came into my head. I had to ask Kristen a question. "Kris, what's your favorite food?" Kristen looked down at my crotch, and lifted my erect penis. "Does this count?" I forced a smile, and said, "Not really. You said I taste better than chocolate. Is that your favorite food?" My beautiful blonde Goddess furrowed her head, thinking. "Yeah," she said, her eyes starting to mist. "My dad gets some of this stuff imported from--where is it?--Columbia? Peru? Wherever. It tastes like heaven." I smiled. "How often do you get to eat it?" Kristen shrugged. "Once a month or so. We have a tiny stash in the kitchen for special occasions." "Anything else you like to eat? Besides me?" "Why are you asking, Jim?" I was ready for that question and had a pat answer. "I realized that there is a lot about you that I don't know. I want to know what you like to eat, what kind of movies you like. You know... everything that makes you so special." Kristen rewarded me with one of her lovely smiles. "You're sweet, you know that? Let's see." Kristen paused, thinking. "You know the candy store in the mall?" "Yeah," I said. "The one down the way from the food court." Kristen closed her eyes. "They have these peanuts that are fresh roasted. You can smell them roasting a hundred yards away from the store. Anyway, the nuts are huge! I mean... not as huge as yours." Kristen giggled. "Anyway, they dip some of them in dark chocolate, making them into clusters. You can get a plastic container of them for a couple of dollars. Anyway, you put the container into the freezer, and when you feel like doing something special, you pull out a cluster of about four or five peanuts..." Kristen faded off, making yummy sounds. I grinned, "You make it sound heavenly, Kris." My little blonde Goddess giggled, crinkling her nose as she did so. "So, do you like pizza?" I asked. Kristen swooned again. "You mean like they make in the city? With the thick crust?" "Yeah," I said. "I like that with pepperoni and sometimes some sausage also." "Hmmm," Kristen nodded, "I could go for some breakfast sausage..." She lowered her head, and impaled her mouth on my rod, her lips almost reaching my aching balls. I closed my eyes. The conversation had gone well. As always, I loved the feeling of Kristen deep throating me. She didn't do it all that often, and nobody had ever managed to swallow me to the depths that Kristen could take. It usually was a bit messy, due to all the saliva and mucous from her throat, but the sensations were always exquisite. And, of course, Kristen always made sure that my cock was squeaky clean afterward, giving it her utmost attention. I thought back to the last time Patty tried practicing deep throat with me. She was still having problem with her gag reflex. In fact, her session came to an unexpected halt when she had to make a mad dash for the toilet, holding her mouth. (I hoped that nobody had seen her naked dash into and back out of the toilet; nothing was ever said to me about it, though.) I didn't think that Patty would be practicing with me any time soon, especially after Monday night, when my penis would return to its old, original, and unadulterated flavor for her. The deep throat action stopped, and Kristen returned to her favorite style, simple suckling and licking vigorously around the tip and underneath the head. I tried to reach Kristen's crotch to return the favor, but her body was positioned away from me. I had to be content with just caressing her lovely tresses, wondering if Kristen loved me playing with her hair and scalp as much as I enjoyed doing it. We continued in the same vein for about a half hour, neither one of us achieving orgasm, or really trying to, either. * * * I had Kristen drive me to a flea market that was open on Sundays. She had never been to one before, and we simply walked hand in hand, looking at what people were selling or, perhaps, giving away. I recognized more than a few of the sellers, having visited this place a few times every year. I saw a used flute, one of the few instruments that I didn't play too well and I stopped at that table to check it out. "Do you play?" Kristen asked me when she saw me check out the instrument. "A bit," I admitted. "It took me a while to get the hang of the mouth piece, but finally figured out how to direct my breath at the cutting edge properly." The person at the table said, "You're Jim Crittenhouse, aren't you?" I didn't recognize the person at all. "Yes, ma'am." "And, oh, my. You're Kristen Swift!" "Yes," Kristen admitted. Her eyes sparkled, apparently used to being recognized. "My daughter is Shirley Lakewood. She used to be in band." I remembered Shirley. She wasn't a great player, but she did try hard. "Hi, Mrs. Lakewood," I said. "I remember Shirley. Is this her instrument?" "Yes," the lady said. "She's given up band, and moved onto Chorus now." "She has a lovely voice, Mrs. Lakewood. I imagine she'll do well in the high school chorus." "Thank you," Mrs. Lakewood beamed, proud of her daughter. "Are you interested in Shirley's instrument? We bought it used for $200. I was thinking of asking a hundred. But I know you'll get good use out of it. How about fifty dollars?" A new flute would cost about $400, and this one looked in good condition. Even so, fifty dollars was out of my price range. "Sorry, Mrs. Lakewood. I was just admiring it." "No problem. I really didn't expect to sell it today. But could you maybe play something on it?" I felt a little embarrassed. It had been about a half year since I had actually played a flute, and I wasn't all that sure if I would get the fingering correct on the first try. I picked up the flute gingerly, and looked at the mouthpiece. It seemed pretty clean. I put my fingers on the levers and flexed my fingers. One or two levers needed oil, but they still worked all right. Luckily, the flute is pitched in "C" instrument, which meant that my innate sense of pitch wouldn't work against me. I decided to play something simple, and I entertained my lovely Goddess with the flute solo from "Colour My World." My fingers never lost their memory of how to play the flute, and soon after, I decided to play something by ear, and did the recorder solo from "Playground in my Mind," a hit from the previous year that made Kristen smile. "You play very nice," Mrs. Lakewood said. "Shirley could never get a vibrato like you manage to get." I shrugged thanked Mrs. Lakewood, and disassembled the flute, opening the case and putting it away properly. When I turned around, I was surprised that I had a little crowd around me. I felt like I did when I was nine years old, being allowed to play the piano at the Wurlitzer store in the mall, and having people come into the store to listen to the little prodigy play, a technique that the sales people used to show how "just about anybody" could play their pianos. Kristen saw my grimace at the attention that I had received, and took my hand as we bade Mrs. Lakewood good-bye. "How many instruments can you play?" Kristen asked. "That's a trick question," I pointed out. "Knowing the fingering to a flute, for example, allows you to play the piccolo as well, although it's a matter of degree, since the size difference makes it a bit different." "You play trombone in the band at the school, right?" "Yeah," I grinned. "And you also play piano and trumpet. Do you play guitar?" "Nope," I shook my head. "Never got the hang of any stringed instrument." Kristen grinned, crinkling her nose. "Well, we found your one weakness, Super-Jim!" "Second weakness," I said, smiling back. "My first and biggest weakness is a lovely blonde Goddess that goes by the name of 'Kristen.'" That earned me a smooch on the cheek. Later on, Kristen excused herself to use the bathroom, and I checked out a couple of other tables that didn't seem interesting to Kristen. She came back a few minutes later, and we walked around, once again holding hands. I heard a familiar squeal, and turned to find Merry at a nearby table looking at some sort of thing for tying pony tails. I looked around, and found my mother and step-father weren't too far from Merry. They noticed us, and waved hi. I decided that we should at least say "hello," and we walked to where Merry was busy pawing through a box of material. "Hi Kristen, hi Jim," my mother said, smiling. There was no trace of anger in her voice, surprising me just a little. "Hello, Mrs. Cummings," Kristen said. "Hi, Mom!" "Meredith... look who's here!" my step-father said. Merry looked up from her box of treasures and squealed once again when she saw Kristen. "Kris! I can't believe you're here!" Kristen and I moved closer to Merry, and I picked her up a few inches, planting a kiss on top of her head. "Hiya, Shortcake!" I said. Merry squirmed to get out of my grip and ran to Kristen and hugged her. "So, Meredith," Kristen asked. "What were you looking at?" "Oh, Kris," Merry said. "You've gotta take a look at these!" She dragged Kristen by the arm to the box that had captured her attention a few moments earlier. "New outfit," my mother noticed. "Yeah," I said. "A gift from Kristen's dad and mom." "You know, Jim... you'd never wear something like that if I picked it out for you." "Aww, mom!" I said. My mom looked pleased, however. "I didn't expect you and Kristen to be here," she said. I grinned. "Kris has never been to a flea market. She thought it was a place to find used pets!" "That's an old joke, Jim," my step-father said, not looking up from a fishing tackle box that had captured his attention at a nearby table, just like Merry's box of whatevers had captured hers. "Well, Kristen hasn't heard some of the old jokes," I said in my defense. Merry came running toward me. "Jim! Look!" She had a handful of those elastic fabric things. "All I could grab for fifty cents!" "Looks like quite a handful, Shortcake!" I said. Kristen was fastening her purse, and I realized that my lovely girl friend had paid for Merry's precious treasures. I grinned at her. "Mrs. Cummings?" Kristen asked my mother. "Yes?" "Do you have plans for lunch?" Kristen asked. "Jim and I were thinking of going to Vaughn's, and we'd like you to join us." Kristen hadn't mentioned lunch plans to me, but I realized that she just wanted to get to know my parents better. My mother looked at Merry, but my step-sister was in her own world, trying to sort out the treasures that she had managed to grab from the ones she didn't like as much. Apparently, Merry hadn't heard Kristen's offer. "Well, that sounds very nice, Kristen. But let me talk with my husband." My mother moved to where my step-father was still looking at that tackle box. They exchanged a few words quietly, and my mother smiled and nodded toward Kristen. "That sounds great. What time?" Kristen looked at her watch. "How about an hour from now. There's still much more for me to discover here." "What time for what?" Merry asked, looking from my mother to Kristen. "Lunch," Kristen said, smiling. "We'll all be eating lunch together, honey." "Wicked! Can I ride in your car? I promise to stay in the back seat!" Kristen looked from Merry to me to my mother. I didn't have a problem with Merry tagging along. As I mentioned before, I actually enjoyed her company and her seemingly limitless youthful enthusiasm. My mother shrugged. "OK. We'll meet the three of you at one-thirty." "Thanks, Mrs. Cummings, Mr. Cummings. See you later," Kristen said. "Come on, Merry... you're with us, now." "So wicked cool!" Merry said, making a beeline to the next table that had some more treasures that she couldn't live without. We tagged along after Merry, leaving my mother and step-father at the table where he was still gawking at that tackle box. I figured the odds were ten to one that that tackle box would end up in our garage later on that day. As soon as we were out of sight of my parents, Kristen begged off, saying she needed to make a phone call. She headed toward the phone booth near the building that housed the bathrooms. After a few minutes, Kristen returned. Merry was now looking at a bunch of Barbie clothes. Kristen and I giggled at that, thinking of last night's Beautiful Krissy Dress Up game. Kristen whispered to me that when we get to the restaurant, there'd be a gift certificate waiting for me, and for me to pick it up on the sly without my parents seeing me. "Why, Kris?" "Well," Kristen said. "I don't think your parents will feel comfortable with me paying. So, I just purchased you a fifty dollar certificate that you can say was a gift to you. You parents would definitely feel better if you paid rather than me." I shrugged. Usually at Vaughn's, Kristen paid, even though I still had some money of my own. I wasn't entirely comfortable with that situation; I hated to be seen as a gold-digger. I knew that I'd have to find a way to earn some money so that we wouldn't always have to be relying on Kristen doing things like that. But Kristen had told me that the money wasn't important to her, and that I should be saving my money toward college. I shrugged. * * * There indeed was a gift certificate waiting for me at Vaughn's. It had my name on it, and the host handed it to me quietly, smiling at Kristen. As we moved to our table, I noticed Kristen hand the host a few bills that she had hidden in her hand, apparently paying for the certificate. Lunch was delicious, as the food is always great at Vaughn's. Merry insisted on a Belly Buster, and my mother was about to say "no" when Kristen said that she would love to share with Merry and me. Hopelessly outmaneuvered by Kristen, my mother gave in, not looking angry and even smiling when the humongous dessert arrived. Kristen set it down in front of Merry, who was sitting between the two of us. There were five spoons, but it was only the three of us kids that actually had any. Merry managed to eat the lion's share. I had half a scoop myself, and Kristen actually had even less. "You managed to finish it, Merry," I said to my step-sister. "Yeah. That's killer!" the little girl swooned. When the check arrived, my step-father went for his wallet when I interrupted. "Excuse me, but I have a gift certificate." My mother looked suspicious. "A gift certificate?" I pulled the envelope out of my pocket. It had my name on it, "Jim Crittenhouse." I opened it up, and there it was, a little slip with Vaughn's logo on it, signed by the manager. There was also something written on the bottom, which read, "Happy sixteenth birthday!" Kristen had thought of everything. "Jim, we can't let you pay!" my mother protested. "This is your present!" I looked over to my blonde Goddess, and she smiled at me. I drew courage from her poise, and insisted to my mother that not spending it would not allow be to use my own present the way I wanted to. It was convoluted logic, and I think that I picked up that technique from my many conversations with Kristen, Patty, and the other girls. My mother eventually relented. I paid the bill, mentally calculating fifteen percent as a tip. I actually received about ten dollars change, and I made a mental note to give the change back to Kristen. As we were leaving the table, my mother said, "Wow. A new pair of slacks, a nice shirt, and even a gift certificate. Who did you get the certificate from?" I decided to see if I could answer without lying. "Well, the girls had a surprise party for me at Kristen's yesterday for my birthday. And the certificate was from one of the girls." Technically, this was a true statement, and I hoped that my mother wouldn't press. My mother smiled, and I saw something in her eyes that indicated that I had indeed answered her question without my even knowing it. "Well, you'll have to give one of the girls a kiss from me, then. You'll have to tell her I think she's sweet." I was a bit embarrassed, wondering how my mother could read me so easily. My parents invited Kristen over for diner, but she said that she and Patty had already made plans for dinner, but that she would make sure I was home before six. We all said our good-byes, and Merry hugged Kristen very tightly before they left. I let Kristen drive me back to her place. I told Kristen that I had the change from the gift certificate, but she told me to keep it for now. I didn't see any point in arguing, but I felt a bit more uncomfortable. Paying for a meal was one thing, but having me keep the change was another. At Kristen's house, Patty was using the hot tub, sitting on Kristen's favorite jet. She moved over to the other jet as Kristen and I stripped down and joined her in the tub. "So, Patty. You've got to tell me about your date!" Patty looked at me a little uncomfortably, but then shrugged. "Toby took me to the roller rink," she said. "He's actually a good skater. I had to stay near the rails most of the night, although he helped hold me. He's such a dear." It hit me that with Kristen dating me, Patty dating Toby, and Wendy considering dating Gerry, that the high school band was getting quite popular within our little circle. Kristen pressed for more details, but there apparently wasn't too much to tell. They didn't go to Lake Shore Point, although Patty probably would have if Toby had only asked. They had dinner at McDonald's. It wasn't that expensive a date, but Toby asked Patty if she wanted to go to the movies next Saturday. "What did you say?" Kristen asked. "Well," Patty said, a little sad, "I told him about my aunt, and how if she doesn't make it, I might have to travel to go to the funeral." "What did he say to that?" "Nothing. He just hugged me." "That's it?" Kristen asked. "We hugged for a good ten minutes," Patty reported. "Then he dropped me off at your garage." "He really sounds sweet!" Patty smiled a little. "He really is." I watched the two girls wiggle their butts over the hot tub jets for about a half hour when I felt too heated up over the warmth of the tub and my having to watch two girls masturbate quietly in front of me, not even trying to hide their orgasms. As I got out of the tub, Patty noticed my erection. "Looks like somebody has a problem!" "That one's mine!" Kristen said, jumping out of the tub, and making a shallow dive into the shallow end that didn't have her descending more than a couple of inches below the surface of the water. "Oh, yeah?" Patty said, but she remained in her tub, continuing to allow the jet to pleasure her privately. Kristen swam underwater to where I was, her mouth hitting my erection and sucking it in without pausing. I enjoyed the warmth of Kristen's gentle sucking in contrast to the relative coolness of the water around me, and luxuriated in the sensation. I felt Kristen suckle me for close to a minute before she reluctantly released me and came up for air. I took the opportunity to pull Kristen close to me for a long, hard kiss. I had a lot of pent-up sexual energy from watching the two girls get themselves off repeatedly in front of me just moments ago. I looked over to Patty, who was even now laying with her eyes closed, exhaling slowly in release. I wondered what was so special about the water jets. I mean, wouldn't a finger or a tongue feel better? I made a mental note to ask Patty or Kristen about that one of these days. Kristen, meanwhile, was slowly pumping my cock with her left hand, not her usual hand, but the one that was most accessible to my genitals. The pumping felt different, and I soon found my hips pumping with her. She suddenly took a deep breath and submersed herself, and I felt her mouth engulf my member once again as I started my eruption. Once again, Kristen stayed down there for about a minute, apparently not wanting to stop sucking until there was no more of the nectar for her to capture. She then swam up and I once again pulled her into a tight hug and kiss. Kristen opened her mouth during that kiss, sending my full load into my mouth, catching me by surprise. I opened my eyes in astonishment, and saw her eyes glisten. I heard a splash behind me and saw that Patty had jumped into the deep end. I turned around and kissed Patty, and surprised her as well when I transferred the semen into her mouth. Without being told, Patty simply swam back to Kristen and the two girls kissed, their breasts rubbing against each other above the water. I saw Kristen gulp down her treat, and was surprised to see Patty do the same. Apparently, Patty had left a little for herself, most likely due to the fact that she right now thought my semen tasted "better than chocolate" and didn't want Kristen to hog the entire feast. Without anybody saying a word, the three of us swam together into a group hug, and I kissed both my special girls. The three of us left the big pool to go into the sauna, which Kristen had apparently turned on as we had passed it earlier. She picked up a pitcher of water that was near the entrance door, and the three of us entered the little room. It was my first experience in the sauna, Kristen usually taking the opportunity of spending quality time with me alone when people were using the sauna during the two parties. Kristen threw a handful of water from the pitcher onto a few stones that were on some sort of platform near the entrance to the sauna, causing the stones to immediately hiss and steam to start rising. At first, it was a bit warm, and I found myself getting sweaty and uncomfortable. The two girls were talking about driving, and Patty was trying to convince Kristen to take Patty's car to school that week, since that car could easily accommodate the three of us better than Kristen's Camaro could. Kristen replied, "Oh, you're just jealous because you can't drive a stick!" Patty smirked and pointed to my crotch, where my cock was standing at attention. My little blonde Goddess got a wicked gleam in her eyes as she moved closer to me, and showed Patty the four positions, using my dick as her shift. Patty, of course, had to show Kristen that she had the positions down correctly, and Kristen corrected her a couple of times. It was obvious to me that the only reason for these corrections and retries was to get me excited again. It was definitely working, although I wasn't sure I had any sperm left in me after all the activity between Kristen last night and this morning, and the blow job in the pool. It had been a long night and a busy day by any stretch of the imagination. The two girls continued to manipulate me, my organ very slick with my perspiration combined with that of the girls. It was sort of a natural lubrication that actually felt pleasant. The girls kept it up, and I noticed that their technique seemed to be designed to keep me stimulated rather than to have me achieve orgasm. After about ten minutes of stimulation, Kristen got up, saying she needed to use the wash room, leaving me literally in the hands of Patty. We both watched Kristen leave, and when the sauna room door closed behind Kristen, Patty sad, "Jim. I wanted to tell you that I won't be seeing you much more in the mornings." Although I knew that Patty and I would eventually have this conversation, I nonetheless felt a pang in my heart right now. I knew that Kristen loved me, and I was pretty sure of my feelings toward Kristen, but Patty had been the first girl to give herself to me willingly. I slowly nodded my head, wondering what I should say in response. Seeing my reaction, Patty continued, "I'll really miss being with you. You have been very special to me. You really helped me achieve something I never thought I'd feel again." "I'm glad for that. We'll still be friends, right?" Patty smiled. "Of course. Just because I'm seeing Toby doesn't mean that I don't want to see you again. It's just that it wouldn't be fair to any boy friend if I was giving blow jobs on a regular basis to another guy. You understand?" "Yeah," I said unenthusiastically. Patty continued playing with my dick. This seemed so incongruous with what she was actually saying, but I wasn't going to complain. Patty said, "Tomorrow, Kris and I will come over, and it will be my last time. And after tomorrow, that wonderful taste will be gone, anyway, so I guess it's good timing." "Will I ever see Patricia again?" I asked. Patty thought for a few moments. "I'll tell you what. If I feel in a wicked mood, and we're in a situation where we can't hurt Toby or anybody else, I'll let you know by calling you James." I nodded. Is this how people broke up? It was an entirely new experience for me. "Jim, you must understand that while Kristen says that she approves of the two of us being together, it still must hurt her on some level. She knows we don't love each other, but any girl would want exclusivity in a relationship." I hadn't really thought of that. Kristen seemed to have fun when the three of us played together. But Patty seemed to understand the mind of females better than I did. She had raised a pretty good point. Patty saw me thinking. "Consider this: What if Kristen wanted to blow Toby every morning before school? How would you feel about it?" I tried to imagine Kristen with somebody else's dick in her mouth. I shook my head to clear the horrible thought. "See?" Patty asked. "Consider how she must feel. You must always consider her feelings, Jim. You are a wonderful boy, but you are still growing up. You need to treat Kristen special, and not give her any reason to doubt your feelings toward her. Remember yesterday at the party? Let me guess what happened." "No, Patty," I said, not wishing to think about it. "Yes, Jim," Patty was insistent. "Kristen brought you to her room. She offered to give you the one thing that no other girl had given you. And you turned her down. Right?" "Kris told you?" I asked, not knowing how much the two girls gossiped when they were alone. "No, but I'm a girl," Patty explained. "You turned her down, and look what she did. She threw you out. You rejected her, and look how she reacted. We really screwed up her mind with those tickets at Wendy's house. I didn't know her before that, but I'd wager a guess that what you did is still affecting her. She probably won't admit it, but it's true. "Kristen is a fragile girl. She's like a baby in some respects. She's almost always got her way at home, and she thought she had friends at school. Her life was happy, and then you came into it and made her completely unsure of herself. She realized that her friends really weren't her friends. She realized that some people might actually have reason to hate her. It was possibly the first time in her life that she realized this. She found out that her world was a lie! She's not completely stable. So... just love her and make her know that you love her. It's working wonders already." Everything Patty said was true. I just hadn't put it all together like that before. I didn't know what to say. Patty stopped fondling me, and kissed me. "Love her, Jim," she whispered. "I'll still be around, and I'll help out however I can. She needs a friend, and I saw that and became her best friend because I felt guilty at having been a part of what those tickets had done to her. But we're really friends now, as close as Cammie and I are. But Kristen needs somebody to love her, also, and that's going to be your job." I nodded. "I'll love her. I think you gave me the easy job." Patty pulled away from me and shook her head. "No, Jim. Because you also have to let her know that you love her. Not just in words, but in everything you do. That music session the other day was wonderful. Do you know she listens to that cassette over and over?" "Yeah. She was even playing it when she was pissed at me yesterday." Patty smiled. "Just continue to be your normal loving self. Help her, she needs a friend, and I can help you there. But she needs somebody to actually love her." The two of us were sitting on the benches, looking at each other. The sauna door opened and Kristen came back in. She noticed that my erection had gone down, and looked at Patty and back at my crotch. Before I could react, Kristen dove for my cock, sucking it. I got hard inside her mouth. I expected Kristen to suck longer, but she got up almost immediately. "I... I'm sorry." I was very confused. Why was Kristen apologizing? Kristen said, "I thought... I thought Patty had made you shoot off, and I felt like I missed it. Sorry, Patty. I never felt that way before..." Her voice trailed off. I stood up and hugged Kristen, whispering to her that everything was all right. I looked over to Patty whose expression said, "See what I was talking about?" As I hugged Kristen, Patty got up and picked up the towel she was sitting on. "I need to cool off. I'll be in the big pool." Kristen left the sauna and said, "I'm really sorry. I never felt that way about Patty before. I mean, I told her myself she was welcome to do whatever she wanted with you, and here I come in, thinking that you guys had done something behind my back." I continued hugging Kristen. "That's all right, sweetheart. Patty and I didn't do anything. In fact, she told me that she won't be seeing me any more in the mornings." "Oh, Jim!" Kristen cried out. "This must be so difficult for you!" "No, Kris," I said gently. "It was quite easy, actually. It saved me from having to ask her to stop." Kristen pulled out of the embrace and looked me in the eyes. "Are you serious?" "Kristen... when you are in love with a Goddess, anything else is a let down." Tears welled up in Kristen's eyes, causing a bit of a chain reaction in mine. "I'm not a Goddess. A bitch, maybe, but not a Goddess." "To my way of thinking, you're beautiful, smart, sensuous, mischievous, and sweet. You're like the Goddess of love... the one with curly hair." "Curly hair?" Kristen asked, confused. "Afro Dyty," I said, making the motions of running one of those "picks" through my hair. Kristen looked confused but got it after a couple of seconds. She burst out in a fit of giggles, crinkling her nose. "You have a stupid sense of humor, Jim!" The two of us burst out of the sauna, causing Patty to turn around in confusion and look at us to see what was wrong. Without saying a word, Kristen and I dove into the pool and swam up to Patty. Kristen, an excellent swimmer, got there first, and I came up to her shortly after, making it a three way hug. After our swim, we got dressed. I was getting used to wearing those slacks. Since it was getting late, I excused myself for a second and found Kristen's kitchen. The refrigerator was huge, and I opened the freezer compartment. After a few seconds, I located a clear plastic container with little globs of chocolate in it. I smiled and pulled a cluster out of the container, and then found some cling wrap and sealed up the tiny cluster. I put it into my shirt pocket. Kristen and Patty were in the den. Patty was watching a rerun of the Patty Duke show on the television set. Kristen was waiting for me, the keys to her Camaro in her hand. "Ready?" Kristen asked. "Yup." It was five thirty. We had plenty of time to get me home before dinner. "Lead on, my fair Goddess!" Patty looked up at me when I said that, smiling. I smiled back at Patty and left with Kristen. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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