Chapter 4

I didn't say much as I walked home from the park with Jack. Jack, for his part, didn't say much of anything either.

I was curious as to what Jack was thinking. I knew that I had "wished" him to forget about the tickets, but I had no idea what was going through his mind. I mean, how could his mind deal with this?

I was also thinking of ways to further exploit those lucky tickets. I hadn't lost my virginity yet, for instance. And there were girls--and women!--that had been the sources of fantasies ever since I had noticed the interesting differences between the genders.

I felt a new confidence in being able to speak to a girl, for instance. Having the ability to force my will upon just about anybody was bound to add to one's confidence.

In the space of less than a day, I had gone from being quite naive about sex, to having first-hand demonstrations of receiving head from two different girls.

In short, I was feeling quite invincible... what could possibly stop me?

I could have the entire female population of my school line up to fuck, suck, or do whatever I wanted! I could walk into a police station, and have the policemen strip all the females in sight, forcing them to service me!

The possibilities were endless.

So, what was I going to do?

I heard Jack mumble "Good bye" to me, and I realized that I was at home. I looked around, shaken from my reverie, and saw Jack walking away.

At the house, my Mom's car was in the driveway.

Seeing her car made me think about my mother. I had always had fantasies about her. But, in another way, the idea that I could actually explore those fantasies for real somehow turned me off. There was just too much other pussy in the world for me to consider my mother... or even Merry, for that matter!

I walked into the house, and smelled my mother's cooking. Merry wasn't anywhere to be found, which made me feel a bit better. I still felt a little guilty about taking advantage of her the previous night.

I went into my room, and opened my duffel bag and examined the roll of tickets. The tickets looked quite normal, having a number written on the sides, and the word "LUCKY TICKET" on the front. I looked at the back of the ticket, maybe seeing if there was a company name or something printed on it, but it was blank. There was no indication of where the tickets came from whatsoever.

The roll was large, about half a foot in diameter. I couldn't see what the final number was, since the center was a cardboard tube that I couldn't dislodge. I thought about unwrapping the roll to find out how many tickets were on it, but decided that it really wasn't worth the effort at the current time. There were hundreds, if not thousands of tickets on that roll probably.

So, what was I going to do with these tickets?

Well, I kind of liked the direction that I had taken so far. I got to see three girls naked. Two of those girls gave me blow jobs and I was able to cop feels from all of them.

Obviously, the next step would be for me to (finally!) lose my virginity. But to whom?

Thinking about Merry and my mother made me decide once and for all that they were off limits--at least for the time being. There were just too many other people in the world that would be better suited for that.

Patrice was a good subject. I could still remember all the disparaging things she said to me over the years. I could really enjoy having her give me her virginity.

But I also remembered how I felt when I was with her. I could have easily had her fuck me back at Jack's house earlier that day, but I didn't. Patrice had told me she was "saving herself" for the right person. I wasn't that right person, so if I forced her, it would be rape, whether or not she seemed willing at the time. I'd know it was rape, whether or not anybody could actually arrest me for it. I did have my standards.

However, if I used that same logic, then there probably wouldn't be any girl in the world that I'd be able to say would actually WANT to fuck me. My morals would make me a virgin forever.

So, how would I lose my virginity?

After an uneventful dinner, I asked my mom if I could walk to the mall. She looked at my step-father, who simply shrugged.

"Sure, Jack," my mother answered. "Be home by ten."

"No problem," I said.

I idly thought about inviting Jack, but he had seemed pretty moody on his way home after the park. I decided not to bother him.

The mall was a ten minute walk. I had my trusty roll of lucky tickets in a small brown bag. I didn't know what I was going to do with them, but I wanted to be prepared for anything.

I instinctively headed for the record store when I got to the mall. I debated whether or not I should use a ticket to convince the cashier to let me have a few albums for free, but the store was crowded enough that it would have been difficult to accomplish without being overheard. The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself or my precious tickets.

I actually saw a few albums that I would have liked to purchase, but I didn't have the money, and even if I did, I didn't really want to be lugging them all around the mall. I had a few hours to kill before I had to head on home.

My ears pricked at the sound of feminine giggles. I looked toward the sound, and saw three high school females looking at a couple of singles. One of the girls was Camille, a cheerleader that was in eleventh or twelfth grade, who was a couple of years older than me.

Camille had long, straight, blonde hair which went down to the middle of her back. I thought, at the time, that she looked like Marcia Brady from the television show, except her face seemed a bit rounder.

I looked at Camille, trying to imagine what it would be like if she were to go out with me. Of course, the difference in our ages meant that she probably wouldn't even give me the time of day, right?

Ahh, but I had my trusty roll of lucky tickets!

I looked around the store, which was still quite crowded. I couldn't approach Camille without rousing a lot of attention.

I decided to bide my time.

I walked around the store, looking at albums, and finally left the store, and found an empty bench across the hallway in the mall. I sat down, waiting for Camille to leave the store.

The three girls looked around quite a lot in the 45 singles section. I could see them talking, but was far enough away from them not to be able to hear their conversation.

After about fifteen minutes, the girls left the record store. I watched them walk, still talking among themselves. They entered a lingerie shop.

I felt my heart drop. I know how much girls like to spend time in clothing stores, but to most teenage boys, a lingerie shop was considered off-limits.

I decided to at least find another bench closer to where the girls were, and luckily, there was one opposite the store that was empty.

As I approached the bench, I glanced inside the lingerie shop. The three girls were in there, of course. There was also an older woman at the cashier stand. Aside from that, the store was empty.

Since the store was mostly empty, I realized that this could be my golden opportunity. But how would I get in? I just knew that the old lady would look at me suspiciously if I so much as set a foot inside.

An idea hit me, and I smiled to myself.

I strode purposely into the shop, and went straight to the cashier, making sure that I didn't pay attention to the bras and other items of intimate feminine clothing out in plain sight.

"Excuse me, miss," I asked the lady.

As expected, her forehead crinkled as she looked at me disapprovingly.

I didn't give her a chance to object. "Here," I said, producing a ticket. "Have a ticket."

"You have one wish," the lady intoned.

I quickly looked around the store, but the three girls seemed not to have noticed my presence. So far, so good.

"You will totally ignore my presence in this store, or anything that happens, until such time as I leave, and will completely forget that I was even here," I instructed the cashier.

"Your wish is my command," she said in a monotone.

Groovy!

I eyed the three girls, looking like a starving man that had just been invited to a feast.

The girls were absorbed in whatever they were looking at, and didn't notice me until I was just about upon them.

They looked at me, wondering what a young teenage boy was doing in a lingerie shop.

Before they had a chance to say anything, I produced my roll of tickets and handed one to each of them. They each told me that I had one wish.

"The three of you are madly in love with me. You think that I am the sexiest person on the face of the earth, and you'll do anything to please me. You will also obey anything I tell you to do until midnight."

"Your wish is my command," the three of them said at once.

I smiled.

Once again, the three girls looked at me, but now their confused looks changed into looks of desire. I was very pleased by their change in attitude.

"Do I know you?" asked one of the girls with Camille. "I'm Patty, by the way."

"Hello, Patty," I said.

"I'm Camille," said Camille, not wishing to be ignored.

"I'm Wendy," said the third girl.

I looked at the items that the three girls were looking at before I arrived. "Purchasing bras?" I asked.

The three girls turned beet red, and then nodded.

"Hmmm," I said, giving them a leer that was worthy of Groucho Marx. The girls reddened even more.

I shrugged, and then turned to leave. I was curious as to what they would do, given their orders.

"Wait," called out Camille behind me.

I stopped and turned. "Yes?"

"Where are you going?"

"Home, I guess," I lied. "I thought I saw somebody I knew in here, but I think I was mistaken." Once again, I turned to leave.

"Wait!" came the third girl's voice. "I think I know you! I'm Wendy. You go to the high school?"

I smiled. "Nope. Junior high." Yet again, I turned.

I wondered what the girls would do. They were madly in love with me, and wanted me to stay, but if I did, their friends would know that they were hanging around with a younger kid from the junior high.

"I know you," said Camille, softly. "You're Jim, and you have a sister named Meredith. Right?"

Step-sister, but I let that slide. People whose parents hadn't remarried didn't always know the difference. I was impressed, though. Camille did seem to know who I was. I simply nodded.

"I used to baby sit you when you were younger. Your mother was married to somebody else, though."

Camille had baby sat me? I tried to search my mind, but had no recollection of that.

"Maybe," I said.

"I have an older sister named Debbie, and I would occasionally sit with her," Camille offered by way of explanation.

"Oh," I said. I remembered Debbie vaguely. I knew Camille by sight, but had forgotten about her older sister, Debbie. "I think I remember that! Nice to see you again!" I shrugged and turned to leave.

"I know where you live," Camille called after me. "Would you like a ride home?"

Camille's two friends were looking daggers at her. She didn't know it, but they were also madly in love with me, and were just a bit miffed at Camille having some sort of inside track with me.

"You have a car?" I asked.

"Wendy does," Camille admitted. Wendy brightened up at this, finding herself rising in stature more.

"You mind taking me for a ride, Wendy?" I asked.

Wendy flashed me a sexy smile. "Shouldn't be a problem."

"You don't mind driving a kid from the junior high?" I teased.

"Of course, I don't," Wendy lied.

"Fine. You buyin' anything here?" I asked.

The girls blushed again, and shook their heads. Patty answered, "We were really just lookin'."

I gave the three girls another Groucho-type leer and flicked an imaginary cigar. "So was I," I joked, making a pointed effort to stare at each of their chests.

The girls responded with nervous laughter.

We walked out into the mall. As I left, I noticed the cashier shaking her head, as if coming out of a trance.

When I had first entered the lingerie shop, I had an idea that I would have the girls model all the panties and bras. It occurred to me that this might draw some unwanted attention from other customers that might walk in. I didn't really like to live dangerously.

Instead, I found myself just wanting to get out of the store; I wanted to spend time with at least one of the girls with more privacy. Camille's offer to drive me seemed a good idea.

I noticed that the three girls jostled to get closest to me. It was quite funny to me, the girls were rubbing their breasts on my body, trying to get my attention.

We were out in the parking lot, and Wendy found her car. It was a Datsun, I believe--probably a 240-Z, although it could have been a 280-Z. I do remember that it didn't have much room in the back.

Wendy opened the car, and Camille hopped behind the driver's side into the back seat. I think she had hoped that I would be the other back seat passenger, giving her a chance to put some moves on me.

Wendy squinted her eyes when she saw Camille's obvious plan. Patty, on the other hand, was in a quandary. If she went to the back, nobody would have a chance at me. If I want into the back, she'd be giving me to Camille.

Patty smiled sweetly at me, and quickly moved into the back seat, giving me the front seat. I never caught Camille's reaction to this, but I doubt that she was pleased.

Wendy started the car up, and turned down the radio, the volume seemed to have been way up from before. "So, where are we taking you?" Wendy asked.

I was about to give her my address when Patty asked, "What time do you need to be home?"

"Ten," I admitted.

Patty said, "You know... we've got a couple of hours."

"For what?" I asked, feigning innocence.

I saw Wendy smile at this; it was too dark for me to get the other girls' reaction.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Lake Shore Point?" suggested Patty.

Lake Shore Point was a local parking and make-out place. I smiled inwardly. I had never been there before, although I heard rumors about keggers and other wild things going on there.

"Kneely Park might be better," Camille said, softly.

Wendy nodded vigorously.

"Groovy idea," Patty agreed. "Kneely it is! Hit it, Wendy!"

Wendy shifted into first and hit the accelerator.

I had never seen anybody drive a stick before, and I found myself intrigued as Wendy very competently shifted her car. It also gave me a nice view of her legs as they moved against the various pedals.

I'd been to Kneely Park, but had thought the place closed at dusk. I noticed that Wendy drove past the main entrance to the park, which was indeed closed for the evening.

"The park is closed," I said.

Wendy smiled and continued driving.

Patty explained, "The main entrance is closed. Only open from sunrise to sunset."

"So, how do we get in?" I asked.

"Back way," Wendy said, and turned into what appeared to be a driveway.

The "driveway" was only paved for about twenty feet before it turned into a dirt road, which became a path through the forest that was just wide enough for the Datsun to navigate. After about a quarter of a mile, I saw a barrier preventing us from going any further. Wendy drove up to the barrier and hopped out of the car.

Wendy quickly pulled the gate open, and hopped back into her car and drove through, and then hopped out and pushed the gate shut again.

I could tell by Wendy's actions that this wasn't the first time she had done this.

When Wendy got back in the car, she saw the puzzled look on my face. "We used to go here for girl scouts," she offered as an explanation. "We sometimes use it as a place to be... you know... private."

In the dark, I could just make out Wendy's blush as she said that.

In another quarter mile, there was a clearing. Wendy pulled into the clearing and parked.

Wendy got out of the car, and Patty behind me told me to get out as well. I did, and we were all out of the car.

Wendy had the back hatch open and pulled out a blanket and spread it on the ground.

The other two girls led me to the blanket, and we sat in a bit of a diamond.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

The girls looked at one another. It was dark, and there was pale moonlight from a half moon. It was a bit chilly outside.

"Spin the bottle?" I suggested.

The girls seemed to think that this was a good idea, and Patty offered to look for a discarded bottle in the forest.

"Wait," I said before Patty could get up.

"What?" Patty asked.

"Since I'm the only boy, maybe I should just call out a girl's name, and that girl kisses me."

The girls looked at one another again, and then shrugged. Patty smiled and said, "Sure."

"Cool. And I get a piece of clothing from everybody I kiss."

Quick looks went around, and after a couple of seconds and some nervous giggles, the three girls agreed.

This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I called out, "Camille!"

The other two girls looked saddened that they weren't picked, so I explained, "This first round, I'm going in alphabetical order."

This seemed to cheer the girls up a bit, as each realized that they would all get a turn.

Camille crawled to me, and puckered her lips. Her face was in shadow, but I could tell that her eyes were shut. I grinned and reached toward her chest and started to unbutton her blouse.

"What are you doing?" Camille asked, her eyes opening.

"I told you, I get a piece of clothing from everybody I kiss. I want your shirt!"

Camille didn't answer me, but she also didn't stop me from continuing. I heard her breath catch as my hands gently brushed against her breasts.

I had to pull the blouse out of her jeans, but I finally got the garment off.

I moved toward Camille and kissed her. I didn't want the first kiss to be too intimate, so I avoided Frenching her, even though I could feel her tongue touching my lips.

After a minute, I broke off the kiss. "Patty, you're next!"

Patty already had her blouse over her head, eager for me to start kissing immediately. I saw that Wendy had done the same.

I approached Patty and put my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine. Instead of kissing her, though, I started to release the catch on her bra.

"What--" Patty said.

"I told you, I get a piece of clothing from everybody I kiss!"

"But I already took off my shirt!" Patty complained.

"But I didn't take it off. You did. And a new rule: Once an item of clothing is off, it stays off until we leave here."

Patty looked at her friends. Camille had a smirk on her face, and Wendy had a weird look on her face as she realized that she was going to be the second to go topless, since her blouse was also off.

Finally, Patty nodded, and the catch snapped free. I pulled the bra off her, revealing two smallish round breasts, just a little bit bigger than Merry's, actually.

"Ready for your kiss?" I asked Patty.

Patty nodded, pursed her lips, and closed her eyes.

I approached Patty, but aimed low. I caught her right nipple with my tongue, and slowly sucked the breast into my mouth.

Patty hadn't expected this, but moaned softly as I sucked at her breast, her hand behind my head, rubbing my hair lovingly.

After a minute, I pulled away. Patty tried to keep me on her breast, but didn't fight me as I successfully pulled away.

When I looked at Wendy, I was shocked. She had removed all of her clothing, except for her panties. She was smiling at me.

"My, my," I said. "An eager beaver, huh?"

This drew a quick laugh from Camille. I didn't know at that time that "beaver" had another context with regard to a female's anatomy. Patty gave a nervous giggle as well.

I shrugged, still not getting the joke, and approached Wendy, who let me pull her panties down without any hesitation. She grabbed the panties, and moved her weight off her knees so she could remove them for me.

Of the three girls, Wendy had the biggest breasts. They were completely unlike any of the breasts I had seen recently, as they were almost completely conical. In the dim light, I couldn't see any difference in color to indicate any aureole or nipple. I also noticed that, compared to any of the breasts that I had seen over the last few days, only Wendy's showed any bit of sag, probably due to their size.

In addition to her large breasts, Wendy also had a thin strip of light brown hair between her legs. This didn't match the color of her hair on her head, surprisingly.

Like Patty, I kissed Wendy on her breast. About a minute later, I pulled away.

"Enough for round one," I said.

I looked at the three girls in the pale moonlight. Camille was in her bra, and Patty was completely topless. Wendy, on the other hand, was completely nude.

"So," I asked the three girls. "Who wants to be my girlfriend?"

All three girls answered in unison. "Me! Me!"

"OK. Let's see who wants it the most!" I indicated to Camille, who had the most clothes on, "Get over here, and let me undress you."

Camille approached me, and I saw that she had a hungry look in her eyes. She turned around, and gave me access to the back of her bra, where the catch was. From my vantage point, I had no difficulty removing it.

Next to go was Camille's jeans. This required that I spin her around to get the buttons on the front. The buttons weren't easy to undo, since the jeans were tight, and it took me a couple of minutes to complete the task. As I pulled her jeans down, I grabbed the top of her panties and took everything down at once.

Camille dutifully stepped out of her pants as I got the material bunched at her ankles, and she used one foot to remove her sneaker to get the pant legs off her feet.

Camille had a thick mane of hair on her pussy. And I could get a whiff of feminine arousal as my face was pretty close to her.

Camille sat down, and put her legs out for me to remove her socks. In doing so, her legs were parted, giving me a different and sexy view of her charms between her legs.

I smiled as I removed Camille's socks. She seemed quite ticklish as I pulled them over her feet.

Next, I indicated to Patty that she was next.

Camille was still sitting with her legs partially spread, so I moved myself to point where Patty was.

I noticed that Patty's breasts showed little goosebumps, which was either from embarrassment at being partially naked in front of a younger boy, or the cool night air on her exposed skin. Whichever the reason, I found myself fascinated by the sight.

Patty was wearing a wrap-around skirt. I couldn't make out exactly how it parted. Patty noticed this, and moved her hands down to show me exactly how the wrap worked. Once I saw the technique, I loosened it quite easily, and it puddled around her ankles on the blanket.

Patty stepped out of her skirt. I saw that she still had on a pair of shoes and socks, and, of course, her panties.

Patty's panties were cute. They were made of soft cotton and had a bit of a light blue polka-dot pattern which I later discovered were actually little snowflakes (weird for that time of year, actually).

I reached below to take off Patty's shoes, which were slip-ons and easily came off. She wasn't wearing any socks.

I then reached up and started moving Patty's panties down. Her crotch looked very different than the two other girls'. At first, I thought it was bare, and I recalled my memories of Merry's hairless pussy. But... there was something different. There was a tiny line of auburn hair that I could just make out in the moonlight.

Of course, Patty was a red-head, and it was natural that her crotch would have the same fine hair that she had on her head. It was just weird that Patty and Wendy would have almost identical tiny lines of cunt hair.

I made a mental note to spend more time with Patty's pussy later, and continued pulling her panties down until she was able to step out of them.

I now had three totally nude girls in front of me.

So... what was a guy like me to do?

Actually, I was in a quandary. I had enjoyed receiving blow jobs from Patrice and Marla, and I figured that another one would be nice to have.

But there were three girls... which one would I pick for first honors?

I thought about this, looking from Camille to Wendy to Patty. I told Wendy and Patty to sit down on the blanket, and once they sat down, I was still undecided what to do.

"Why don't you sit cross-legged, Indian style?" I asked them.

The three girls shifted to the desired position, a move that displayed all three of their pussies in a much nicer way, to my way of thinking.

I was still undecided about who would be the first to blow me. If I kept on going in alphabetical order, Wendy would perpetually be the last to be picked. And I was still quite interested in seeing Patty's light cinnamon colored pubes up close and personal.

What to do?

I thought back to my experience with Jack's sister Patrice a couple of days past. I had utterly cowed the older girl and had forced her to give me my first blow job. I felt a few pangs of remorse for taking advantage of her, but her superior attitude and general snottiness toward me and all of Jack's friends had pissed me off quite a bit.

I didn't have the same feelings about these three girls. I had picked them up at random from seeing them in a record store, and I had taken control of them as soon as I could. The three of them were now sitting quietly in their birthday suits, waiting to find out what I wanted them to do next.

It occurred to me that I knew next to nothing about most of the girls that I had given tickets to!

With the exception of Merry, who I lived with for a couple of years, and Patrice, who I knew as my best friend's older and nasty sister, I never really got to know any girls, including Marla, who had given me oral sex earlier that day. Once again, I felt a bit of remorse about how I had conducted myself.

I will be the first to admit that I had enjoyed my experimentation with Merry, as well as the blow jobs that I had recently received, but something about my conversation with Patrice made me think twice about forcing my intentions on people. Like, for instance, Patrice telling me that about her first "partner" Donny, who didn't kiss her after she had performed for him. She had said it had made her feel like a cheap whore.

And I had suddenly realized that I hadn't kissed Marla after she had sucked me!

Now, here I was with three totally naked high school girls displayed for my pleasure, and I was thinking about how another girl that I hardly knew... and how I must have made her feel like a cheap whore, just like Donny had done to Patrice!

I made up my mind on the spot that I would conduct myself in a more gentlemanly manner. Of course, having three girls totally under my control at the moment didn't seem to enter into my thinking right then, but at least, I was determined to know a bit more about the girls that I was with.

I also knew that I didn't have much time. If I got home late, a "Lucky Ticket" could smooth my way past my parents, but the truth was that they would still both be worried until I got home, since the mall closes around 9:30. I mentally kicked myself for not having the foresight to prevent this; I never wanted my mother nor my step-father to worry about me.

So, I knew that I would have to act quickly. But I still wanted to know about the girls that I was with.

"Do any of you have boyfriends?" I asked.

"I was dating Chuck until tonight," Camille said.

"What happened tonight?" I asked, intrigued.

Camille gave me a look that indicated that I should know the answer. "Well... I met you..."

Oh, yes. The girls are madly in love with me now. I decided to rephrase the question. "OK. Besides Chuck, has anybody been seeing anybody on a regular basis?"

Wendy shook her head no. Patty nodded.

This line of questioning wasn't helping me learn about my new friends. "Are any of you virgins?"

All three girls shook their heads no. They looked at each other.

Hmmm. My first time with experienced girls. Maybe I was going to get beyond oral sex tonight!

"Are any of you on the pill?" I asked.

Again, I received three affirmatives.

I was amazed. I had known that grownups were on "the pill" in order to avoid unwanted pregnancies. But I had no idea that doctors would prescribe them to girls in high school! I had actually asked the question in order to have a reason in my mind to avoid going "all the way."

I realized that there was dead silence as I thought things through, and time was wasting. What was more amazing was that my dick was starting to get soft, even in the sight of three naked girls, all of whom were on the pill, and who were madly in love with me, sitting in front of me, waiting.