Message-ID: <45129asstr$1067746207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [jimc_author@hotmail.com] From: "Jim C" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 01 Nov 2003 18:54:25.0603 (UTC) FILETIME=[92020930:01C3A0A9] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 01 Nov 2003 13:54:25 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Lucky Tickets Chapter 18 (mf ff rom 1st teen non-con mc md humil) Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 23:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ Fretting that your Hotmail account may expire because you forgot to sign in enough? Get Hotmail Extra Storage today! http://join.msn.com/?PAGE=features/es <1st attachment, "Chapter-18.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 18 The next morning, I woke up early, a habit that I got into when Patty had started coming over at dawn to give me my daily blow job. I had my usual morning erection, and I normally would have gone to the bathroom to relieve the hydraulic pressure that built up overnight. But Patty wasn't coming over today. In a way, I felt sad. Our mornings together had never been entirely sexual. Sure, I would receive a blow job, but I would usually reciprocate by giving Patty a back rub, something I found quite early that Patty really loved. Very occasionally, Patty would allow me to manipulate her, but she rarely achieved orgasm that way on those occasions; it was as if she was holding back from me. Anyway, more importantly, the times that we spent in the mornings were private times between the two of us when we could talk, most of the time about Kristen. Not having Patty coming over any more would take some getting used to, and I hoped it wasn't too difficult to handle. Patty had actually told me a lot in the time we spent alone in Kristen's sauna, and her remarks rang true. Kristen was indeed fragile, and needed constant love and attention. As her boy friend, a large part of that would have to be provided to Kristen by me. I had told Patty that was the easy part, but Patty reminded that in addition to just loving Kristen, I needed to remind her constantly that I did, and not just in words. I smiled as I thought about the music session I had arranged for Kristen, singing "Hooked on a Feeling," complete with a twenty person male chorus doing the "Ouga Chaka" chants. I had picked that song mostly because of Kristen's mild addiction to me, and also because I had felt a need to do something special for Kristen. The direction of the song was a bit wrong, since it was Kristen that "got it bad for me" instead of me, the singer, having it bad for her. But, to tell you the truth, the sentiment was still true. I was in my own way hooked on her as well, although not as physically addicted as she was. Patty told me that Kristen listened to that cassette I made her over and over, and I knew that Kristen had been listening to that cassette after she had her blow-up with me at my birthday party. Indeed, Kristen told me that she listened to that cassette whenever she looked at a picture that Wendy had taken of Kristen blowing me, and I could only wonder what fantasies or memories that Kristen would have while doing so. What else could I do special for Kristen? I could probably make another tape, especially with Mr. Proilet having me do some after school work with people that knew how to handle electronics. I idly wondered what I could do for an encore for Kristen. I smiled as I remembered playing the flute for Kristen at the flea market, playing the James Pankow song, "Colour My World." I thought about its simple lyrics: plain, simple, and to the point. I could easily utter them to Kristen. Doing it didn't require much in the way of participation: a piano, bass, and a flute. I could do everything except the bass if I were to use a real multi-track system. Something nagged at me about that, though. I mean, here I was just thinking about doing rip-off covers of things other people had done. Anybody could hike a trail that was so clearly marked, but it took a lot of talent to actually blaze a new trail in the first place. A cover of the Chicago song would be nice, but it ultimately wouldn't be fulfilling to me. As I contemplated these things, I was surprised when my bedroom door opened up, and Patty and Kristen let themselves into my room. They were both dressed in similar dresses, identical except for color. Kristen's was light blue and Patty's was pale green. The two girls saw my look of shock and giggled. Kristen said, softly, "I convinced Patty to come here one last time. Is that all right with you?" I nodded, still quite surprised. "Um... can you let me go to the bathroom first?" Kristen said, "Oh... I guess so." I threw off the covers. I had slept wearing only pajama bottoms, and my erection poked out of the front. Both girls giggled again when they saw the morning wood. "Let's give him a kiss before he leaves us," Kristen suggested. The two girls looked at one another and as if on cue, they both knelt down on either side of me and moved their heads toward my erection. I couldn't let this happen! I knelt down and kissed both girls quickly. "We have time for this later," I said, hoping that they wouldn't be insulted that I didn't allow them to taste my cock. Kristen looked a little frustrated, probably as a result of her addiction. "I'll be right back. I promise," I assured the two of them, and swiftly left my room. Instead of heading for the bathroom, I ran downstairs into the freezer in my kitchen, and retrieved my little present for Kristen. I then ran back upstairs and relieved myself--with a bit of difficulty due to the stimulation from the girls. Back in my room, I found that the two girls were still dressed. This was a bit of a surprise, since the girls usually stripped the first thing when they entered my room in the mornings. I shrugged and went over to my bed and sat down, looking at my two lovelies. Kristen's smile was forced, I could see. She was not happy for me making her wait before tasting my cock. "Kris... before you start, I have a surprise for you." Kristen looked doubtful. "Another one?" I ignored her remark, and quickly reached underneath my bed and pulled a single ticket out of my bag. Patty looked shocked as I handed it to Kristen. "You have one wish," Kristen said. "Jim... that's not a good..." Patty started. "Shh," I said. "I thought this through." I looked up at Kristen and said, "I want you to be aware of this wish, Kristen." Kristen only nodded, not "finalizing" the wish with "Your wish is my command." I had hoped that would be the case, but I'd use as many tickets as necessary to get this particular wish done. "Kristen, do you remember your addiction to my dick and my sperm?" Kristen nodded again, confused. She seemed perfectly aware of what I was saying, unlike most people when under the powers of a ticket, although she was still standing expectantly awaiting my wish. "Kristen, you are also addicted to this," I said, handing her a single peanut from the chocolate covered peanut cluster. "In fact, you will find that you can satisfy your craving with any dark chocolate covered peanut, and it will also satisfy any other addictions that I may have given you, although you won't have any cravings for this whatever." "Your wish is my command." Patty had a surprised look on her face. I had my fingers crossed, hoping that this wish would forever cure Kristen's addiction to me, personally. Kristen looked confused, and thought a bit. She then popped the peanut into her mouth. After a second or two, I saw a big smile come to her face. Kristen actually managed to tackle me this time, throwing her body on top of mine with such force that the entire family must have heard it. I didn't mind, though. If anybody came in, we were all fully clothed (well, I just had on my bottoms, but that would be enough), although the situation would indeed be compromising. "Jim!" she said, interrupting herself by smothering my face full of kisses. "It worked!" More kisses. "It really worked!" Patty still looked surprised, and then she smiled at the two of us. I was proud of myself: I think that I had finally managed to counter one of the biggest problems that those tickets had caused me. It had taken a lot of thought, but I figured that if I couldn't cancel Kristen's addiction, the next best thing would be to give her something she could use to ease the craving--the same technique was used in methadone clinics, which we learned about during assemblies at school which attempted to teach the students about the horrors of drug addiction. I had also just given her a single chocolate-covered peanut, so that it shouldn't cause any other unpleasant side effects like making her gain a ton of weight by having her need a lot of them. I started kissing Kristen back, and we continued in this manner for a couple of minutes. Kristen finally pushed herself off of me. "And I thought I was going to surprise you this morning! I can't thank you enough. I'm going to have to stop jumping to conclusions about you." "What conclusions are you talking about?" I asked. Kristen lowered her eyes. "Saturday, in my room. And yesterday, in the sauna. And this morning, right here, when you wouldn't let me kiss your... you know..." "I didn't want to satisfy your craving that way, Kris." Kristen nodded. "I know that now. But at the time, I thought you might prefer being alone with Patty or something." I shook my head. "Listen, Kris. I love you. It's true that I also love Patty in a way, but with her it's completely different. She's just a friend. You are the one that means everything to me. And remember, you're the one that insisted that she come here this morning." Kristen nodded and then turned to Patty. "I know, and I'm sorry... sometimes I just feel so... so... unsure..." Patty smiled and hugged her friend. "That's all right, Kris. I understand completely." Kristen turned to me. "Where did you get that peanut from, anyway? I know you didn't get to the mall after I told you I liked these." "From the freezer in your parents' kitchen, actually," I admitted. "I stole a cluster, and put it into my family's freezer when I got home. I picked out a peanut from the cluster, and came back up here." "Peanut cluster?" Patty asked. Kristen giggled. "You know the candy shop near the food court?" Patty nodded. "Yeah. You can smell it a mile away. Killer nuts." "Did you ever try the peanuts dipped in dark chocolate?" "No," Patty said, shaking her head. "Sounds yummy." "Jim... get the rest of the cluster for Patty." I didn't need to go downstairs. I had the plastic wrap next to me on the bed, just in case a single peanut didn't suffice. Patty took one of the peanuts and then looked at me. "I'm not going to get addicted to these, will I?" I shrugged. "If you do, it won't be because of me or my tickets. But I know how you love chocolate!" Kristen giggled at Patty, once again crinkling her nose. "Wow," Patty said, turning to Kristen. "Really delicious. Want some?" "No, not now. I know something that tastes even better," Kristen said, looking at my crotch. "I know what you mean," Patty giggled. "Jim... I'm really gonna miss this. Have you thought about my request?" "Yes, Patty," I said. "And I've decided to wait. I found out the hard way the trouble these tickets can cause. It took me over a week to finally get Kristen's problem fixed. I'd hate to do something like that unintentionally again." "I understand," Patty said, smiling at Kristen. "What request?" Kristen asked. I considered whether to keep it a secret from Kristen, but decided that honesty was the best policy. "Patty wanted me to somehow let her make a penis taste the same way, but it would be a penis that she chooses, not mine. In fact, I'd put a condition on such a wish that it specifically wouldn't work on mine." Kristen thought a moment and smiled. "Oh." I changed the subject a bit. "By the way, Kristen. Where's the ticket I gave you?" Kristen looked at her hand, but it was empty. "Um... I know you gave it to me. I don't remember putting it down." She looked on the bed where she had tackled me, with Patty helping her. "That's something that Merry noticed," I explained. "They seem to disappear after they're used." "Weird," Patty said. Kristen wasn't convinced, but gave up looking after another minute. "May I ask you girls a question?" The two girls looked at me. Kristen answered, "What?" "Why aren't you undressed yet? Or are you here for a different reason?" "Oh!" Kristen said. "I said that I had a surprise for you." She looked at Patty, "Think you're ready?" Patty didn't answer, but actually looked nervous. I had no idea what the girls had planned, but if Patty was nervous, it must be something interesting. "On the count of three," Kristen said, still looking at Patty, who nodded in return. "One... two... three!" Kristen and Patty started undoing their dresses. They were wearing almost identical dresses, different only in color. After a couple of seconds, the two dresses were in piles on the floor, something I had never seen Patty do before, actually. My eyes didn't look at the dresses. They were glued on the two girls. They were both wearing very sexy lingerie. Kristen had remembered the effect that her lingerie had on me, and the reaction happened again. My dick stood at attention. "So," Kristen said. "Are you going to want to pull them off with your teeth?" "God, no!" I said, exhaling the breath I didn't realize I had been holding. "Well, would you at least take them off gently?" "No way," I said. "You look better in those than you do naked." Kristen pretended to be insulted by my remark, but in reality she knew the truth of what I was saying. The only reason such lingerie was even made was for their effect on the male of the species. Taking them off would be the moral equivalent of taking a knife to the Mona Lisa, or at least, making her wear one of those beanies with a propeller on the top. I stared at the two wickedly dressed females. Kristen was wearing a different set than the other night. For one thing, they were a little less transparent, hiding her sparse blonde pubic hairs completely, although the dark circles around her nipples were still easily viewable. It was also a light blue, almost the same hue as the dress that she had just removed, although a bit paler in color. Her bra was strapless, and I wondered what marvel of modern lingerie engineering was holding it up. "May I look a bit closer?" I asked Kristen. "Feast yourself," Kristen giggled, her nose crinkling. I moved closer, and felt the material of her brassiere. It was a bit more satiny than the lingerie she wore the other day, its feel was quite soft to my fingers. Kristen's nipple tightened, even though my fingers were about an inch away. Apparently, the softness of the material felt as nice to Kristen as it did to me. Upon close inspection, I saw two small tan straps, almost identical to Kristen's skin color, emerge from the top and bottom of the bra cups, wrapping around her back below her armpits. I glanced behind Kristen, and saw the two bands met in the middle of her back in a pale blue circle of material. I then returned my attention to the front of her bra. I saw that the two cups were held together underneath her cleavage by a simple S-shaped light blue plastic connector. Moving my gaze downward, I inspected Kristen's panties. They were the same color as her bra, and seemed to be a fuller cut than the one she wore the other night. The hemline was closer to her belly button, about an inch below it, and there was a lovely "X" etched in the lace at the center top of the panty. Whereas the panty Kristen had on the other night had leg holes that moved in a downward slant, these pantie's leg holes were almost horizontal, a darker seam that was about a quarter inch above the bottom, allowing the material to drape down a little. I could smell Kristen's musk very strongly, and I saw that there was something lightly tan and pink just at the tip of her crotch. My mind thought it strange that these light blue panties would have a tan inner lining, when I suddenly realize that I wasn't looking at a lining at all. What I was looking at Kristen herself! Kristen giggled as I gasped, having realized that I made my discovery. She parted her legs slightly to give me a better view. There was a hole where the bottom of her panties would normally be. The stitching around the edges of the hole indicated that the hole was there intentionally. I gasped as I realized that Kristen could actually fuck somebody while wearing those panties without having to push anything aside or pull anything off. I whistled lightly and I reached out and touched the warm and inviting slit between Kristen's legs. "Wow," I breathed, not being able to come up with any other words to describe Kristen's outfit. Kristen giggled again and said, "I guess that means he likes it." Patty said, "Yeah. He hardly looked at mine." Even if I had wanted to, my eyes simply refused to look at anything other than my lovely blonde Goddess at that moment. Her lingerie looked so wickedly beautiful that it was probably outlawed in most states. I felt a couple of hands touch my head, and Kristen pulled me up and kissed me. "Thank you for the compliment," she whispered. "What compliment?" I asked, wondering if I had said something while I was studying Kristen's outfit. "You said more in that one 'Wow!' than Don Juan himself could have said in an hour," Kristen told me. "Yeah. Wow!" "Patty would like you to see what she's wearing," Kristen reminded me. That brought me back to earth. I smiled at Kristen to let her know that I had heard her, and to reassure her, before turning my attention to Patty. Patty was standing with her hands on her hips and her feet about two feet apart. She smiled when I turned my attention to her. Like Kristen, Patty's lingerie matched her dress color, being a light pale green, just a hint lighter than her dress. Patty's bra was more in the standard style, like Kristen's the other night. However, it was unlike any bra that I had ever seen (not that I had seen many in my fifteen years). It consisted of two lacy triangles with the points on top that met in the middle of Patty's chest with a tiny bow that seemed hand tied. There were two identical pale green straps that seemed to attach to the tip of the triangles with a circular bit of plastic, the straps running straight over Patty's shoulders, and eventually meeting the bottom of each triangle, and also tied into a bow. The effect was mesmerizing. If Patty was wearing one of Kristen's bras, then it fit her well, giving lie to all the comments that Patty made about her boobs being too small. Her aureolae were distinct within the bra cups, and, unlike Kristen's, Patty's nipples were a darker color. Like Kristen's, Patty's nipples grew erect as I lavished my attention on the material of her bra. Patty's panty seemed to be an identical match to the bra, sporting only a single inverted triangle that pointed downward. The pale green of the panty made Patty's fine red hairs underneath seem to appear darker than I had recalled them being, and it was quite sheer. There were two hand tied bows at the top of this triangle, and a light green strap moved straight behind Patty. At the bottom of the triangle, there seemed only to be a strap. "Try the other side," suggested Kristen. I looked up and saw Patty nod her head, giving me permission. I saw where the top bands had met each other, but was startled by what I didn't see... there was no back to the panty! Instead, the strap that ran from the bottom of the triangle seemed to bury itself between the cheeks of her lovely round bottom, to be exit approximately halfway between the bottom of her rump to the top of her straps at the top, splitting into two straps as it left her ass. "My god!" I said. "You're right, Kris," Patty said. "This man loves lingerie!" "You guys are going to wear those to school?" I asked, astounded. "What about gym class?" Kristen giggled. "Any girls seeing us would simply be jealous, although they would probably talk. Lucky for us, there's no requirement for gym class in twelfth grade." I shook my head. "The two of you should be careful walking up stairs, then. Any teacher that saw what you're wearing--or, rather, what you aren't wearing--would get a heart attack, not to mention the erections any boy noticing would sport!" "You're sweet," Kristen said. "But we'll be careful, Jim." The three of us realized that all this activity had seriously eaten into our time that we'd normally spend sucking and giving back rubs. The girls willingly gave up the back rubs, saying that my gawking had more than made up for it. "What about the other..." I stopped as I noticed two ravishing beauties start toward me menacingly, pushing me to the bed. They both coordinated their moves, each one taking a side of my pajama bottoms and pulling them off me. The two then lay on either side of me, happily licking my rock hard erection, and doing nothing else to release the pent-up pressure. I watched, dumbfounded, as the two girls just lay there and licked me like a lollipop. Neither one seemed hurried, but I can see that both were savoring the taste of my cock immensely. I wondered how these girls could be so heartless as to not ease my condition. Just a couple of well placed strokes would have been all that they needed to do to get me off. Maybe if one could just suck on the head a bit... My ass moved my crotch up and down, as if to give the girls a clue as to what I had wanted. Neither one seemed to care. And then it happened. With the girls simply licking me, I felt a sudden contraction and I erupted unexpectedly, surprising the two girls, and especially me! Neither girl seemed to be prepared for this to happen, and they stayed there, staring and watching my cock erupt. My ass moved upward again, pushing toward the left where Kristen lay, forcing my shaft to move against her frozen tongue as I spewed out my seed. I think I spasmed about three times, with sympathetic spasms afterward, and the two girls remained where they were, watching my cock in stunned amazement. Then, after I had quieted down, they looked at each other, and resumed their maddening licking, each girl now trying to lick off some of the semen that had covered the top portion of my shaft. Their tongues felt electric, and my erection didn't wilt. The girls weren't too successful at licking up the semen. Since they were only using their tongues, there always seemed to be a glob that would only end up moving away from their tongues. Again, the girls must have had some telepathic signal between them, since Patty started moving some of the obstinate globs toward Kristen's tongue, and later, Kristen did the same for Patty. After about five minutes, my cock was almost clean, and once again rock hard. Kristen grinned at me wickedly, and opened her mouth. Yeah, I thought. Here comes the real thing! Kristen lowered her head onto my phallus and in a single motion, took its entire length into her mouth and throat. Then she moved up in an agonizingly slow motion, sucking and clenching her lips against it, pulling her mouth off completely. She smiled at Patty; the job was complete. My dick was now completely clean! It wasn't until she and Patty got off the bed and stood up that I realized that Kristen's most recent action had been the shortest blow job of my young life--only one stroke! This wasn't fair! The two girls faced each other, and both girls giggled at each other. I thought that they were giggling at my predicament until they both turned to face me. Each of the two lovely girls had semen on their faces: Kristen seemed to have gotten hit twice, once over her left eye, and once near her chin; Patty had a streak that moved from the side of her nose to her chin. I stared at this incongruous vision, and noticed that Patty also seemed to have had a bit of semen land in her lovely red hair. The girls didn't seem to mind at all, and if my dick hadn't already been rock hard at that point, seeing them wearing my spunk would have done it in a second. Patty was the first to speak. "Kris is all goobery on her face," she said. "Goobery?" I said confused, never having heard that term before. Kris countered, "You have a couple of goobers as well. Including one in your hair!" "My hair!" Patty said, suddenly horrified. "Don't worry," Kristen said softly. "I'll help you clean it. Let's get dressed." Instead of dressing, each girl cleaned the other girl's face using their hands and licking up the residue. Then they got dressed, Kristen helping Patty make sure that she didn't get any semen from her hair onto her dress. Of course, watching the two girls go at each other did nothing to ease my rigid erection. I found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and Kristen rolled her eyes at me. "Those slacks weren't enough. We're going to have to get him a new wardrobe!" The two girls left to head for my bathroom as I finished dressing, my erection still being a bit uncomfortable. As I left my room, the two girls were just leaving the bathroom. I walked downstairs with them. The three of us exchanged pleasantries with everybody, and I once again noticed the usual tension in my mother's eyes. I wondered how I'd be able to convince her that I wasn't a nefarious drug dealer (or worse!) without having to resort to using a ticket on her. When I went outside, I was surprised to see that the girls had taken both of their cars. Normally, I would drive with Kristen, but with today being Patty's "final performance" with me, I wanted to talk with her--make sure she was still a friend. Kristen reluctantly agreed to let me drive with Patty to school, and I made a mental note to devote extra time to Kristen when we met at lunch. In Patty's car, Patty said, "What's up with your mother?" I sighed. "Remember when I told you that she thought I was dealing drugs? Well, she's still a little unconvinced, I think. It's difficult to explain to her why I'm all of a sudden so popular with older girls." Patty turned and looked at me, scaring me a bit, since she was driving. "Is she still thinking that?" "Patty... keep your eyes on the road!" I said. Then I added, "Yes, I'm serious. We've talked, but I'm not sure she's totally convinced. You have to admit that from her point of view, things are pretty weird." "Yeah, I guess," Patty said. I got to the point. "Patty... the reason I'm here right now instead of in Kristen's Camaro is that I really want to make sure that you will continue to be my friend. And Kristen's." Patty said, "Of course! But it's best right now if I cool it with you, Jim. I mean, you have Kristen right now, and I have Toby, if we ever get that far. I'm really happy that my two best friends are so much in love with one another." "You really consider me your best friend?" I asked. "Yes. Kristen, too." I considered this and said, "I'm glad to have you as a friend. I'll miss our mornings together, but it's the closeness we had that I want to continue." As Patty turned into the school parking lot, I saw her shake her head. "You know, Jim. Sometimes, you act like the young kid you are. And then other times, like now, you act like you're an adult. I like that about you. Most kids your age would miss the sex and wouldn't give a damn about friendship." "Well," I said, pondering my true feelings, "I figure with my tickets, I could probably have sex with anybody that I wanted. And I guess I have. I made a royal fuck-up with Kristen, however, and now I know that even with the tickets, there are still consequences for these sorts of things." Patty had parked the car, and the two of us were just talking now. I had seen Kristen park nearby, and realized that my talk with Patty would soon be over. Patty said, "Yeah. I guess having the tickets could make you grow up pretty fast. I can still remember that day when I told you that Kristen was a junkie. The look on your face is probably etched forever in my mind. But you've come through, and you're even better than the person that I had originally seen in you." I moved over toward Patty and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm glad you'll still be our friend. I've found your advice to be very useful in the past, and that's the important thing to me now." Patty smiled. "You should go out and tell Kristen you love her. I don't think you can ever tell her that enough. And if you ever need a friend, I'll be around." * * * I was surprised to see Camille at fourth period lunch. I was looking for Patty and Kristen, and saw Camille looking around the lunch room with a serious expression on her face. "Hi, Camille," I said, smiling. "I didn't know you had lunch this period!" "I don't," Camille answered. "I skipped physics class to find you and Kristen. Patty said you both have lunch this period." "Where is Patty?" I said, looking around again now that Camille had mentioned her. Camille frowned. "Patty got called into the office first period. Apparently, her aunt passed away this morning, and her mom wants her to fly out to Newark to be around for the funeral." I was stunned. I had known that Patty's aunt wasn't doing very well, but I still hadn't expected her to die, and Patty to have to fly off to be with her mother. I didn't know what to say in response. Camille said, "Patty asked me to see if I could be a little closer to you and Kristen; she says that the two of you need a good friend, and now she's going to be away. I told her that I'd be happy to do so." That was Patty for you. In the midst of her own family crisis, she still thought about her friends. Camille had a wicked smile. "So, I guess I get to visit you in the mornings, huh?" Without thinking, I said, distractedly, "Patty's not visiting me in the mornings anymore." I think that Camille was surprised by that, but then she noticed Kristen and excused herself quickly to update her on Patty. As I stood alone in the lunch room, I wondered if I'd be able to survive being without Patty's helpful advice. Camille was a nice person, but she and I had never really clicked, and I didn't know exactly why. Patty always had nice things to say about her, and I knew that Patty was as close to Camille as she was with me and Kristen. Camille came back with Kristen in tow. Kristen saw me and hugged me, tears in her eyes. "Camille told me about Patty's aunt." Dumbly, I nodded. Camille watched us, not saying anything for a few moments. As Kristen and I broke off our hug, I saw Camille again, and without thinking, just pulled her into a three way hug with Kristen and me. The three of us hugged, and then we emerged and went into the cafeteria for our ration of swill that the school district passes off as food. Camille didn't get anything from the food line, but sat with us and talked. At first, I was a bit uneasy. I had spoken with Camille in the past, but it was usually just gossip sessions. I just didn't have the same relationship with Camille that I had with Patty. But Camille and Kristen seemed to get along nicely. They had similar classes, and soon the two of them were talking about school work. I wasn't really listening to the two of them, but instead was fantasizing about the lingerie show that I had witnessed earlier this morning. I wondered if Patty would be wearing her green lingerie when she got off the plane in Newark, and what her poor mother would think. "Jim? Jim? Is anybody home?" I looked up at Camille, who had asked the question. "Um... sorry. I was just thinking." "About what?" Kristen asked. I blushed, knowing exactly what I was thinking, and didn't answer Kristen. Camille noticed my blush and picked up on what I was thinking. "It wouldn't happen to be pale green, would it? Patty told me about it before class began. I wish I could have seen your expression. Patty said it was priceless!" I blushed more when I realized that Patty had been talking about me. "Actually, I was thinking of something pale blue," I said, remembering Patty's advice for me to not give Kristen any reason to be jealous. Camille looked confused, and then realized that Kristen was wearing blue and probably had on exotic lingerie as well. Kristen actually blushed a little, crinkling her nose and giggling. "Well, at least your back with us now," Camille said. The subject was now on exotic lingerie, and Kristen told Camille about the items she managed to collect over the last year. "My mom gave me a catalog from this place in Hollywood." "So awesome. Too bad I'm not your size." Camille had larger breasts than Kristen, although not of the epic proportions that Wendy sported. Camille was also thinner and less muscular than Kristen. "Oh, I could probably find something that would fit you," Kristen said, smiling. "Sometimes cup size doesn't matter for some of them. And a lot of them don't use elastics, and are manually adjustable." I didn't have much to add to this conversation, so I just listened to Camille and Kristen talk about lingerie, and then fashion, and then whatever else happened to cross their minds. At the end of lunch, I gave Kristen a kiss, reminding her that I loved her, and I hugged Camille tightly, and left for my fifth period class, gym. In the boys' locker room, I had just sat down when I was shocked to see Camille calmly walk in and through the room, passing me with a smirk. All the boys stared at the cheerleader who so casually walked right past them into the coach's office. A few minutes later, Coach Dillard came out of his office and said, "Camille Lombardi told me that there was a serious situation regarding a friend of your family, and that you are excused for the day." Huh? Serious situation? What was up? Camille walked out of the coach's office, causing a few boys to run around to another hallway. Coach Dillard heard the commotion and turned to Camille. "I wish you wouldn't do that, Cammie." The cheerleader smiled her wicked smile, and said, "I'm supposed to get Jim. I'm just following orders, Coach." "Like hell you are, Cammie." The coach turned to me and said, "Good thing you're not out of your street clothes, Mr. Crittenhouse. You're excused. And take Camille out of here, pronto!" I still couldn't believe the Camille had the audacity to walk unannounced--TWICE!--into the boys' locker room. She knew the kind of reaction that the tenth graders would have, and I could bet she loved it. I hurriedly got my gym bag and grabbed Camille's arm and led her out. I could hear some whispering going on as I left. "What the hell is this all about?" I demanded. "If we hurry, we can meet Patty at her house before she leaves for the airport. I'm driving her, so I figured you'd like to go." Of course I wanted to see Patty before I left. "And you arranged for the vice principal to release me from school?" "No. I just told Coach Dillard that. They won't check. I've cut classes many times before." "What about Kristen?" I asked, knowing how my girl friend also liked Patty. Camille frowned. "I asked her in the lunch room after you left, and she's not the kind of girl that cuts classes. She said she'd drive over to your house to pick you up later on today." Humph. I also wasn't one to cut classes, but I didn't mention that to Camille. "Why didn't we leave during lunch?" "Patty wouldn't have been home then," Camille said. "She told me she needed to get some things from Kristen's, and then she'd be at her house. She should be there in about fifteen minutes." "Fine," I said, letting Camille lead me to her car. Like Wendy's Datsun, Camille had a small foreign car, a red 1970 Toyota Corolla station wagon. It had a dark red interior, and unfortunately, it didn't have any air conditioning. Camille started driving, and I immediately noticed that we weren't heading for Patty's place. I pointed this out. "Patty won't be home for fifteen minutes," Camille explained. "I just want to park and talk. OK?" I didn't entirely trust Camille, since she had made sexual overtures to me in the past. My worries increased as I noticed she turned into Lake Shore Point. Camille saw my worried look and said, "Don't worry. I won't bite. Patty told me to be a friend to you, not a sexual partner." I wasn't entirely convinced, but let her park anyway. "So, what do you want to talk about?" "Well, Patty said that in order to be a good friend to you, I need to listen to you, and give you advice when you ask for it, and try to warn you when you look like you're heading in the wrong direction." That certainly sounded like Patty. I didn't know what Camille was trying to say, though. "Patty also said it's easier with Kristen," Camille continued. "Kristen just needs a friend, and once you know her, it's difficult to dislike her. Patty is right about that one. I saw how she opened up at lunch." "So?" I said, still not getting Camille's point. "I know you're a little afraid of me," Camille said. "I've kidded you about having sex, and I guess Patty had warned me a few times about that. But it was all in fun, Jim. I know that if you said, 'I want to fuck you in the ass,' then somehow, I'd be baring my ass and presenting it to you, whether or not I wanted to. I saw what happened that first night at Kneely Park, and what you did to Kristen. I just want you to know that I'm also a little afraid of you, too." "Camille, I'd never..." "Ssh," Camille said. "I know you need a friend, and you need somebody with experience to help you. I'm not the best person when it comes to love. I'm not as trusting as Patty is. I saw her open her heart to somebody when she was your age and how that person pissed all over her. There was very little I could do to help her, and I've been her friend for ages!" "I know about that. Patty told me..." "That's the point," Camille said. "She told you! The two of you are very close friends, maybe even closer than I am with Patty. She NEVER told me what happened. And until a week ago, I never even knew who the boy was. I just pieced things together over the last year or so." "I never knew that," I said, although I now remembered that Patty had said she had never told anybody about it until she told me. "I just want you to trust me," Camille said. "I know that I'll never be as close to you as you are with Patty, but give me a chance. I like you dearly, although, I guess... I'm maybe a little afraid of you." "OK," I said. "And trust me, too. I promise that I won't force you to do anything. I think that part of my life is gone. I saw what I did to Kristen." Camille nodded. "You looked like crap after you saw what you did to Kristen. But then, you sort of made things better, somehow. I know that Patty kind of helped you, but that was something that only you could fix, and you did. Patty wants me to remind you that you are basically a good person deep down. 'Trust your instincts,' Patty said." I nodded. "I think Patty's home now. Wanna see her off?" I smiled. "Yeah." Camille started her car, and backed out of her parking space. "Talking about ass fucking..." I rolled my eyes. Sex was usually prominent in Camille's vocabulary. Camille didn't see my reaction and continued. "You know what we call it in Italian? It's called 'innuendo.'" It took about ten seconds for the pun to register. Then I got a case of the giggles. Camille turned to me for a second and smiled, returning her attention to the road. "Good. Didn't want things to get too serious!" * * * Patty was pleasantly surprised to see me, and insisted that the two of us sit in Camille's back seat. I turned to Camille and said, "You can just pretend you're our chauffeur!" Patty and Camille snorted at that, and Camille took it in stride. On the way to the airport, Patty told me much the same things that Camille had already repeated from Patty. I told her that I understood, and that Camille and I were already trying to get a bit closer. At the airport, we walked Patty to the gate. Due to some weird freak of nature, the flight was unfortunately on time. As Camille and I gave Patty a farewell hug, I assured her that all of us wanted her mother to know that we expressed our condolences. It was almost four when we got back to the car, and Camille drove me home. We didn't say much, thinking about how our close friend would be gone for a week. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" Camille asked. "You told me that Kristen was going to pick me up tonight." "Oh, yes," Camille smiled, her long blonde hair looking very much like Kristen's. For a moment, I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, but checked that behavior. "Please, Jim. Call me Cammie." "All right, Cammie." After Camille dropped me off, I considered for one of the first times how much Camille and Kristen resembled one another. They both had long blonde hair, although their faces were different: Camille actually looked a bit like Marcia Brady from the television show, whereas Kristen's face was much rounder (lovelier to my way of thinking). I knew from seeing Camille nude that her pubic hair was much darker than Kristen's as well. If Camille wanted me to be her friend, I'd let her, and I'd try to reciprocate. However, I made up my mind that I would not in any way endanger my relationship with the love of my life by having sex with Camille. Her attitude toward sex was too casual for me; the one person that I wanted was Kristen. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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