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I didn't sleep very well that night. My mind kept nagging at me for being very boorish with the three girls last night, and Marla the previous day.
I couldn't believe that I had accepted sexual favors from the three girls, but afterwards didn't think to give them at least a kiss good-bye. My best friend's sister, Patrice, had told me that she felt like a cheap whore when a previous boyfriend didn't kiss her after she had performed oral sex on him. I had promised myself that I would at least show appreciation for the things that people do for me.
The thing that made me feel worse was that I had even reminded myself that night to kiss them all afterwards. What a fucking jerk I was!
In my defense, I guess I could say that the last couple of days were my first experiences with members of the opposite sex. I was bound to make mistakes like that. But this rationalization rang hollow to me, as I rolled around restlessly in bed right then. My young mind kept needling at me constantly, telling me that inside I was no better than a rapist. And I couldn't deny that. I had forced a bunch of girls to perform sexual favors for me.
Interestingly enough, never once did I think of actually getting rid of those tickets that had made the past few days happen!
The next morning, both my mom and Merry noticed my mood at breakfast.
"What's the matter, dear?" Mom asked.
I yawned. "Didn't get much sleep last night," I said, not wanting to lie to my mother.
Mothers seem to have an immediate reaction to such statements, and mine was no exception. "That's what you get for being out so late las night." My mom had the uncanny ability to twist things around to remind you how you managed to mess up. It made no difference that I knew, and she knew, that my coming home forty-five minutes late from the mall wasn't the cause for me to lose a lot of sleep.
I knew better than to respond to this other than say, "I guess."
My mother seemed mollified.
I ate my cereal in silence, not wanting to look at anybody, and still feeling like the worst person in the whole wide world. My mother reminding me about breaking curfew didn't help how I felt about myself.
After breakfast, I cleaned my bowl and spoon and went back to my bedroom. In the relative privacy there, I thought back on my actions of the last couple of days. I had considered myself a rather reasonable person, and had once thought myself to be a gentleman. How could I have changed so drastically and so quickly?
There was a gentle knock on the door of my room.
"Who is it?" I asked, sullenly.
My step-sister's voice came from the other side. "You have a phone call."
"Thanks, Merry. I'll pick it up downstairs." I wondered what Jack wanted; Jack being the only person that ever called me on the phone.
"It's a girl," Merry added as she went back downstairs.
A girl? This couldn't be good news.
I went downstairs to the study. It was empty and I picked up the phone. I heard the click as Merry hung up the other extension.
"This is Jim," I said.
"This is Patty," came the voice. After a few seconds pause, she added, "from last night."
I remembered Patty, of course. She had given me her first ever blow job last night. But what was she doing calling me?
Worried about what she wanted, I said, hesitantly, "Uh, huh. What's up?"
Patty's voice seemed concerned. "It's about last night. I know we're supposed to meet at the mall tomorrow, but can we meet today? I need to talk to you."
Oh, shit. She must remember about last night. Didn't I tell the girls to forget what happened? NO! I HADN'T! And now she's remembered!
I knew that I was totally fucked now. But I had to answer her. "Um... it's about ten minutes to get there from here. Let me ask my mom if I can go there..."
I put down the phone and went to find my mom. I remembered her mentioning my getting home late last night, and that she obviously hadn't forgotten it. Would she allow me to go to the mall this morning?
I considered--then rejected--the idea of handing my mom one of my lucky tickets. If Patty and the other two girls remembered what I did last night, then I would just be compounding any problems that happened by putting my mom under as well. And, of course, I had promised myself that I wouldn't take advantage of my mother. At least THAT was one promise that I had kept, so far. Not a biggie, but it was still something in my favor.
Mom was doing some ironing. "Mom... can I hang out at the mall?"
Mom looked at me. "Honestly, Jim. I have no idea what you kids do at the mall all day long!"
I nodded. "I know. But can I go?"
Mom thought and said, "Well, I shouldn't, after you showed up here close to eleven o'clock last night!"
"Oh, Mom! I said I was sorry! I didn't notice the time!"
My mother looked at me. "Well, at least you aren't moping around. Do you have money for lunch?"
I had a few dollars... enough to purchase something at one of the restaurants at the mall. "Yeah."
"OK. Dinner is at six. Think you can make it?"
My mother had asked that sarcastically, but had a wry smile on her face.
"Yeah. I promise."
"OK, Jim."
I moved closer to where she was, at her ironing board, and reached up and kissed her. "Thanks, Mom!"
I went back to the phone, happy that my mother was no longer mad at me, until I recalled the dread that I felt when I realized that Patty had remembered what I made the girls do last night.
"I... uh... I can be at the mall in ten minutes," I said on the phone.
There was a pause, and then Patty said, "It might be better if I pick you up at the corner where we dropped you off last night. We really need to talk."
"Fine," I said, with a mixture of regret and insecurity.
I heard Patty hang up, and then I eventually heard dial tone. At least Merry had really hung up. When she was a couple of years younger, she had the annoying habit of just pretending to hang up and then eavesdropping on conversations. I think her dad may have corrected her behavior on that, but waiting to hear dial tone after hanging up had become habit.
I walked out of the house, and made it to the designated corner when I realized that I had forgotten my precious tickets. They were still in the brown bag hidden under my bed! There was no way that I would be able to fix things up without the tickets!
I went to run back to the house to pick up the tickets when a green car slowed down next to me. I looked at the car and saw that Patty was inside.
At least she was alone, I thought to myself. I looked around and there weren't any policemen present.
Patty reached over and opened the door. "Get in!"
I got into the car, feeling quite naked without the tickets. Maybe this was God getting even with me for making all those other girls get naked.
Patty pulled away from the corner and headed down the avenue. I noticed that she didn't take the turn toward the mall.
"Where're we going?" I asked.
"Lake Shore Point," Patty answered.
"Why?"
"We need some privacy, and hardly anybody parks there during the day."
I nodded, and there wasn't any more conversation. Nervously, I bit my nails as Patty drove into the Point and picked a parking spot far away from the road. Hers was the only car visible.
She turned off the engine, and turned to me. "We need to talk."
I decided to play innocent, and find out what she knew. "About what?"
"Last night."
"What about last night?"
Patty's eyes burned into mine and she took a deep breath. "I don't know how you did what you did to us last night. I don't think any of us would have gone out with a kid your age. And we certainly wouldn't get naked or... you know..."
I nodded. "So why did you do it?"
Patty looked at me, wondering whether to believe my innocent act or not. She sounded less sure now. "You... um... you did something to me... to the three of us. None of us would ever have done any of that, especially together or with you."
I shrugged. "What did I do?"
I could see Patty's anger was rising, but she finally said, "I don't know."
There was silence. I didn't want to break it, so I waited for Patty to start again.
"Listen, Jimmy..."
"Jim," I said, quickly.
"OK. Jim," Patty said, getting exasperated. "I... I don't know how to say it... but I'm want to say up front that I am not mad at you."
That caught me off guard. "Huh?"
"I'm... I'm not mad," Patty repeated.
She paused again, looking like she was trying to put her thoughts into words. "Look. I know that you did something to us. You expected us to do whatever you said, and we did it, no matter how we felt about what we were doing. Don't bother denying it; there's no other explanation."
I had no response for her. Of course, I had done something. But I had no intention of explaining those magic tickets to her. First, she would never believe me. Second, even if she did believe me, what would prevent her from telling people what I did, or about my tickets?
I continued looking at Patty, not responding to her, and trying to look innocent.
"OK, Jim," Patty said. "You win."
Now it was my turn to be confused. Was this really the end of it? Somehow, i doubted this very much. I shrugged, continuing to feign my innocence.
Patty shook her head and said, "I... um... had fun last night."
"Uh, huh," I said, not believing her for a minute. I wasn't going to let her trick me like that.
"No," Patty said when she heard my reaction. "I really did."
"You enjoyed masturbating yourself and blowing me in front of your friends?"
Patty blushed, but quietly said, "Yeah."
I looked at her, shook my head, and said, sarcastically, "Yeah, right. Good one. Sorry... I forgot to laugh."
Patty looked hurt, but understood how she sounded. "I'm serious!"
I continued shaking my head. "First, you accuse me of forcing you to do something... apparently against your will. Next, you are trying to tell me you liked it. So... how could it have been against your will, then?"
Patty considered. "Well... last night... I didn't feel like I had a choice when you said to do something."
"But how did I force you? Did I threaten you?"
Patty shook her head. "No..."
I continued to press her. "Did I twist your arm behind your back? No! How did I force you?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Patty said, frustrated.
It was at this moment that I realized that the impossibility of the situation that was the only thing that was keeping my secret from being found out. I started feeling a bit more confident. I mean, I could see Patty and the other two girls going to the police, saying that I molested them, but they couldn't truthfully say that I threatened them; I had no form of blackmail over them. How could I have done this? The idea was laughable.
"I'm confused, Jim." Patty started to sniffle.
Patty's comment snapped me from my reverie. "I'm sorry you're confused, Patty."
Patty looked me in the eyes again. In a soft voice, she said, "And I wasn't kidding when I said I enjoyed it."
Once again, I shook my head. "Right. You enjoyed it. So, give me a blow job now, then. OK?"
Patty looked at me, and then down at my crotch. She started to say something, but stopped.
Nothing happened for about two minutes.
"You're not forcing me right now, are you?" Patty asked.
"How can I force you?" I asked. "You could probably beat me up, or get a boyfriend to do so."
Patty seemed quite confused.
I had no idea what was going on in her mind. I guess that I thought that Patty had expected me to say exactly what I did, and then be forced to blow me, in order to confirm her suspicions. It hadn't worked simply because I had given a time limit on the effect of the tickets, but Patty had no idea about that.
Once again there was a few minutes of silence in the car.
Finally, Patty said, softly, "Do you want me to undress before I blow you?"
Now it my turn to be confused. I had no control over Patty, since my tickets weren't with me. My only command that might still have any control over her was my order for her to practice girl-girl sex with Wendy and Camille before the three of them met me the next day.
"Huh?" I asked, utterly astonished.
Patty smiled, and blushed. She started unbuttoning her blouse.
I watched, mesmerized, as this girl... this girl that was (for once) not under my power... was actually undressing in front of me at Lake Shore Point! She was going to get naked!
Patty was quite efficient at removing her clothes, having a lifetime of experience, and soon she was buck naked, with her clothes folded neatly in a pile on the back seat behind her. She smiled, and looked me in the eyes, and she reached for my crotch, and started tugging on my zipper.
I was still frozen in shock. Things like this didn't happen, especially without my lucky tickets! But it was actually happening!
Patty had my jeans unbuttoned and started tugging them down. I automatically lifted my butt to allow her to slip them down to my ankles.
My prick was semi-erect.
Slowly, as if in a dream, Patty leaned over my stiffening rod, and opened her mouth, engulfing it.
"Hmmmm," she moaned as she started her sucking, sending wondrous vibrations up and down the shaft.
"Patty, you realize that you are doing this on your own, right?"
"Ummm, hmmmm," she answered, vibrating me some more.
I watched her head move down, my view of what she was doing blocked by her lovely and curly red hair, which looked like a dark orange explosion in my lap. I could feel her lips sliding up and down my shaft as her mouth continued sucking.
Patty's oral talent had gotten a bit better than when she started the previous night, probably because she had at least done it before and wasn't as hesitant. It also felt like she was able to get more than an inch of my now totally erect cock into her mouth, which was more than she had accomplished the previous evening.
I caressed Patty's lovely hair, and looked over to my left to see her cute rounded butt pointing away from me near the steering wheel. I noticed that my left arm was long enough to allow me to fondle her ass, and I received another vibratory "hmmm" from Patty as I squeezed one of her butt cheeks.
I hadn't had too much experience with fondling girls' asses, but I caressed her lovely orb the same way that I had played with Camille's breast the night before, and judging from her hmmm's, Patty seemed to like it.
I was intrigued by the slit in her ass, knowing that her pussy was underneath it, also hidden from my view. I moved my hand further down her bottom, and lightly massaged between her legs.
Patty also seemed to like this, and shifted slightly so her legs were a bit further apart, apparently to give me better access. Emboldened, I pressed a bit harder into her moistening opening, receiving another "hmmmm" for my efforts.
In fact, Patty seemed to realize that the vibrations were affecting me in a positive way, and had started humming as she continued to suck me.
My dick couldn't take too much of this, and soon I felt the familiar sensations of my eruption about to happen. Patty also seemed to notice, because I felt her suction start to increase, as if she were trying to suck my semen straight out of my balls.
An expression that Jack had used the other day--"suck-start a Harley through the exhaust pipe"--suddenly made sense, and the idea of Patty doing so almost made me explode in laughter at the mental image. Luckily, I didn't laugh, but my cock quickly erupted its seed into Patty's eagerly sucking mouth.
I must have squirted two or three times, and Patty didn't cough or choke this time, managing to swallow every drop. For another minute or so, my balls continued to contract spasmodically, and Patty continued her sucking action.
After a minute, my prick started to wilt in her mouth, and my balls had stopped their spastic activity. Patty let my shaft slip from her mouth, and then surprised me by rolling over in my lap, so that she was now facing up at me.
Patty had a lovely smile on her face, and her red hair was again massed out over my lap, feeling soft against my legs and penis.
For the first time, I saw Patty's naked body in the bright sunshine. I saw once again that her breasts were small compared to Wendy's, a bit bigger than Merry's. Her pubic patch was a little strip of very light red hair. The previous night, I had thought it was darker, like an auburn color, but in the light of day, it looked more blonde, like girls with strawberry blonde hair.
Patty didn't show any modesty as I gave her body the once over.
Remembering the thoughts that had haunted me when I had gotten into bed, I smiled at Patty, and bent down and kissed those lips that had only recently been encircling the shaft of my penis. Without hesitation, I touched my tongue to hers, tasting the slight bleachy-salty taste from my semen.
The kiss was only for a few moments, and I broke it off.
"I loved that..." we both said, together. Then we both broke out in laughter as we realized we said the exact same thing a the exact same time.
Then I realized the meaning of Patty's words. I was reacting to the orgasm that Patty had given me. But Patty apparently had really enjoyed sucking me!
I looked at her, curious. "You love sucking me?"
Patty giggled. "I told you that before. Twice. Don't ya listen?"
"You're not mad at me?" I asked.
Patty shook her head. "No. I know that it was my decision... and my decision alone... to blow you. You didn't force me. I'm still not sure about last night, though..."
I wasn't satisfied. "You're still mad about last night?"
Patty seemed to think for a few moments. "Let's just say that the jury is still out on that one, Jim."
"How about me in general, then?"
Patty smiled. "Oh! I guess I'd have to say that I love you."
Love? Did Patty just profess her love to me? A boy that was two years years younger than her?
"Patty," I said. "This is getting out of hand."
The red head shook her head on my lap and smiled. "No. You misunderstand. I don't mean boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm not really sure how to describe it. I'm not in love with you, But I still love you."
I didn't understand the distinction between the two. I looked away from Patty, afraid to show her my naivete. I found myself looking at her breasts, the bulk of which, like Merry's, seemed almost non-existent as she lay on her back. Her breasts had round, pink areolae, which encircled small, erect nipples.
I changed the subject. "Do you mind if I play with them?" I asked, referring to her breasts.
"Don't ask me that way," Patty said, softly.
"Huh?"
"Tell me that you will play with my breasts. Don't ask me."
I was confused. This is not proper sexual etiquette, although I doubt that there was a book written on that subject. I shook my head and repeated, "Tell you?"
"Yes," Patty said. "Tell me what you want to do... or just do it. Don't ask me."
"Why not?" I asked.
One again, Patty shook her head on my lap, unintentionally rubbing my penis with her red mane. "Jim. I love you. You don't need to ask me if you want anything. Play with my tits. Stick your cock in my cunt. Stick it up my ass. Make me lick a girl's pussy while you piss on my belly. Make me suck and fuck the entire football team. Do whatever you want with me. Tell me what to do--but don't ask!"
I couldn't believe my ears. First, I had never really heard a girl use words that vulgar before, except when Patrice was teaching me about her body, and Patrice used softer words. Second, it sounded like Patty was giving me free reign over her body. This was totally outrageous--and it was happening without the tickets!
Patty saw the look in my eyes, and she sighed. "What's the point in you asking, Jim? I'll say 'yes' to whatever you want to do. Why? Because I love you, like I said. But I also know that like last night, even if I'm not sure if I want to do what you say, I'll do it anyway. And I want to do it."
This was too much for my mind to handle. "You'll do whatever I ask?"
Patty smiled and nodded. "Of course."
"Then bring me home."
Patty smiled, and got up off my lap, sliding over to the steering wheel on the front bench seat. She turned the key in the ignition...
"Wait!" I said.
"Yes?" Patty said, sweetly, grinning at me.
"You're not getting dressed first?"
Patty giggled and said, "Make it an order, and I'll do it."
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