Chapter 6

I stood on the corner, watching dumbly as Patty's car pulled away from me. I had seen her grin after she delivered her bombshell, so I could only hope that she was joking.

Still, I had that nagging feeling dwelling in my mind: What if she isn't joking? Well, there was nothing that I could do about it right now. I realized that worrying about Patty and her intentions wasn't constructive at the moment.

Just a few days ago, I was a carefree fifteen year old boy enjoying his summer, who only really cared about flying a Frisbee with his best friend, and who had absolutely no sexual experience at all.

Now, as of this morning, however, I had received oral sex on four separate occasions from three different girls, and I had seen at least three other girls naked as the day they were born. I had the facts of life explained to me, in detail, from the humiliated sister of my best friend, including first-hand visual aids and personal stimulation.

So, where was I going to go from here?

Patty, as I mentioned, was an enigma. She seemed to have fixated on me as the sexual focus of her life for the time being. I hadn't asked for it, nor had I expected it, and I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea.

I decided to walk back to the shopping mall, and try to take my mind off things.

I wandered aimlessly through the mall. I saw the record shop where I had first seen Patty, Camille, and Wendy, as well as the lingerie shop where I had put them under my power.

I realized that the shopping mall wasn't going to be a place to take my mind off my tickets, especially while I had those tickets in a bag that I was carrying around.

"Hi, Jim!"

I heard somebody calling my name. It was a female voice, but not one that I immediately recognized. Since my name is quite common, I didn't turn around immediately.

The voice got closer. "Jim! Jim!"

I turned, and saw Marla and Doreen walking toward me. "Oh, Hi, girls! What are you doing here?"

"Shopping," Marla said. Then she shrugged and said, "Mostly looking, actually." She grinned.

Marla moved away from her friend and moved over to touch my hand. I think that her feelings toward me were just a remnant from the orders that I had given her the previous day.

"I'm just walking around myself," I said.

"Where's Jack?" Doreen asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno. I didn't talk with him today."

Doreen looked disappointed. "Oh," she said, looking down at her sneakers.

"So... you want to hang out with us?" Marla asked me.

"Hmmm?" I asked.

"Marla!" Doreen said, turning to her friend. "You know that mom will be meeting us in just five minutes!"

Marla suddenly remembered. "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Jim. Maybe we can meet here tomorrow when the mall opens?"

I wasn't really sure. Marla was a very nice girl, but I also now had Patty to worry about. But Marla was also closer to my age than Patty. "Yeah. Why not?"

"Groovy!" smiled Marla. She moved back to where Doreen was standing, and said, "I guess we need to meet Aunt Ginny."

"Yeah," said Doreen.

I smiled at the two of them. "It was nice seeing you two!"

The two girls waved and left down the aisle. They headed into one of the anchor department stores and disappeared from my view.

I had a fleeting thought of having Marla and Doreen together, but quickly thought better of it. Those lucky tickets had made my life complicated enough already.

I walked home from the mall, once again trying to make sense of what Patty had told me earlier that day. She had told me that she wanted me to order her around, like some sort of slave. Although I hadn't had any problems giving girls orders after giving them tickets, giving somebody orders and having them follow them of their own free will wasn't something I was sure that I was comfortable with.

I knew that despite my recent sexual activities, I was still quite ignorant about the many intricacies about sexual relations.

I decided that the best place to learn was from my first sexual tutor.

At the door of Jack's house, I rang the bell.

Jack answered it. "Oh, hi," he said, sullenly. He looked really bad.

I was concerned about my friend. "What's up, Jack?"

"I dunno," he said. "It's like things get weird, and then it's like... I can't remember things. It's like my grandpa was before he died. His mind seemed to have left him. I think I'm feeling like that."

I think I knew the cause of Jack's problems: those tickets. In retrospect, I guess I had probably given his brain a few minor bouts of amnesia, and his conscious mind was trying to put together pieces of a puzzle that would never fit together. But even though I didn't make that connection right then, I knew that what Jack was describing sounded very much what I had done to him with the tickets.

Since Jack's attitude seemed to be my fault, I figured it would have to be me that fixed it.

"Here, Jack. Have a ticket!" I said, pulling a ticket from my brown bag.

"You have one wish," Jack intoned.

"OK, Jack. Don't worry about your memory. It's fine. Things have been going well over the past couple of days."

"Your wish is my command."

Jack stood there, and after a second, shook his head. He looked at me as if he hadn't noticed me before. His composure brightened up considerably. "Oh, hi, Jim! I guess we didn't meet up this morning."

"Yeah," I said, smiling. At least, it seemed that the tickets might be able to help straighten things out.

Jack invited me into his house, and we headed downstairs into his family's rec room.

"Where's Patrice?" I asked. "I didn't see her in the living room."

"Oh, her," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Queen Bee got a call from a few of her friends from school, and they picked her up a half hour ago. She told mom she'd be out until tonight."

"Oh," I said, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to ask Patrice for advice.

Jack heard the tone of my voice and asked, "Why do you care about her, anyway? She always treats the two of us like shit."

"I know," I said, trying to sound normal. "I just didn't see her before. And... she used to be nicer to us. I sort of miss the old Patrice."

"The old Patrice is long gone," noted Jack.

I nodded my head ruefully. "Yeah."

I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Jack. I left when I heard Jack's mother start supper, knowing that my mother would kill me if I got home late two days in a row.

I had almost forgot my bag with the ticket roll in it as I was leaving.

Jack noticed the bag. "You still playing with them things?"

I tightened my grip on the bag. "I was trying to think who they might belong to," I explained. "Maybe I'll see somebody looking in that field for these tickets and there might be a reward."

Jack laughed. "Fat chance!"

I laughed as well. "Yeah. But you never know until you try it. Right?"

Jack bid me good-bye as I left. His spirits had risen quite a bit since I had first arrived. I thanked the lucky tickets that I was able to settle his mind.

I was ravenously hungry at supper that night. I had four helpings of my mother's spaghetti. My step-father noticed and said that if I kept up eating like that, I'd end up looking like the inside of a golf ball.

I did my best to act normal. Merry didn't seem to have any after-effects of the tickets, and I was glad that I hadn't seen a need to use them on my mother or step-father. I actually enjoyed eating dinner that night.

I helped Merry clean up the dishes, and the entire family watched television afterwards. I don't remember what we watched, probably Rowan and Martin, Dean Martin, or some other variety show, but I do remember the whole family laughing.

I went to bed early. The big dinner--as well as my lack of sleep the past night and my extra-curricular activities over the past couple of days--had made me quite tired.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I usually don't remember my dreams. I mean, when I'm dreaming, they seem so vivid, but as soon as I wake up, they immediately start to fade from memory.

The next morning was an exception. I was in the boys room in the junior high. One of the high school cheerleaders was alone with me in the bathroom. We were kissing, and she was giving me a hand job. I had pulled up her mini skirt, and had started to put my hand into her cheerleader pants when I felt an overpowering need to pee.

The urinals were right behind me, but the cheerleader's hands wouldn't let my member go. They held me tightly as they continued to rub up and down my shaft.

However, the need to pee was getting severe. I didn't know if I would be able to hold out much longer. I also didn't want to piss all over the cheerleader... after all, she WAS giving me a hand job.

Suddenly, the cheerleader's pants disappeared, along with her mini skirt. She was naked from the waist down, and she raised one of her legs over my aching cock, which she still had a tight grip on.

I couldn't believe the warmth of the cheerleader's pussy as she lowered herself onto my cock. The problem was, my dick still had this rather insistent need to relieve itself, and now I was buried in the cheerleader's warm muff.

Somehow, the cheerleader managed to squeeze her thighs together, and her pussy seemed to suck my entire shaft into her hole.

And then I erupted...

And I was thinking..."OH, NO! I'M PISSING INTO THIS GIRL WHILE I'M FUCKING HER!"

And I woke up in my darkened bedroom on my bed, sweating.

I had a raging morning hard-on, but my need to go wasn't as extreme as it had been in my dream.

It took a few seconds before I realized a newly familiar sensation on my hard-on. I could feel warm lips on the head, and a palm jacking up and down on the shaft.

Was I still dreaming?

I was afraid to look...

My curiosity got the better of me, and I looked over my chest down toward my legs. There was a pile of blankets over my belly, and I couldn't see anything.

But I knew that I was being sucked.

My sleep-addled brain had me thinking thoughts that I was being sucked by an invisible girl... maybe Wonder Woman in the comics with her magic lasso. No... it was her plane that was invisible. But wouldn't we both be in that plane, and thus visible? (I never did figure out how that invisibility thing worked.)

I felt a tongue start licking the head of my dick, and I knew that the invisible girl was still there.

I looked around. I was in my room. I was wearing my pajamas--at least the tops. And I had a blanket... my blanket... piled on my belly.

This wasn't a dream. This wasn't Wonder Woman!

Slowly, and quietly, I moved the pile on my stomach, and saw a crown of red hair moving up and down.

I knew that curly red hair... the image of that hair had been etched into my mind less than twenty four hours before.

"Patty?" I whispered.

There was no response. She continued to slowly bob her head up and down my shaft.

By holding my breath and sucking in my stomach, I could see the outline of her eyebrows and nose on their upward rise.

"Patty?" I said, a bit more loudly, but softly enough that I hoped nobody else in the house would hear.

Patty opened her mouth, and my penis fell out, still hard, onto my stomach. She moved her head to look up at my face.

"Took you long enough to wake up, sleepy head!" Patty teased.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down to a whisper.

"Giving you your morning blow job," Patty answered. "You already shot a load, but it hasn't gone soft yet. I'm still getting used to this."

I couldn't believe this. Patty was in my house--IN MY BED!--casually sucking on my penis as if this was the most normal thing in the word.

"It won't go soft until I take a piss!" I said, almost a bit too loud.

Patty looked at my member. "Oh. I didn't know that." She shrugged, and then giggled and looked back at me.

"Patty," I said, trying to talk some sense into this loony girl. "You cannot be in here!"

Patty gave me this "how stupid can you be" look and said, "Well, I need to come in here if I'm going to blow you..."

"I never asked for a blow job!"

If the cheerleader thing was a dream, and my idea about getting a blow job from an invisible Wonder Woman was an overworked imagination, then having Patty on my bed, holding my pecker in her hand was an absolute nightmare. I just knew that any minute, my mom would hear a commotion in my room and come in to investigate.

Patty saw that I was serious, and her expression changed. She was no longer mildly amused at me. She actually looked hurt. "You don't want me?"

Oh, fuck. Now I had her thinking that I was throwing her out. Well... to be truthful, actually I was! She didn't belong in my room. But I didn't want her to think that her efforts were unappreciated--especially after the story she told me yesterday. But it was also true that I didn't want to encourage her, either. Even if she didn't get caught today, I knew that she'd come back tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. And eventually, we would be caught!

"Oh, Patty!" I whispered. "I appreciate you coming here... really I do! But you could get me in real trouble. What would your parents think if they found a guy in your bed with his head between your legs?"

"They wouldn't think anything of it if we were married," Patty said, wiping a tear that was starting in one of her eyes.

"But we aren't married!" I said. "You yourself said we weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend!"

"I asked you to take care of it with your parents," Patty sulked.

I shook my head. How was I going to handle this?

"Are you parked outside?" I asked her.

Patty shook her head. "No. You told me not to drive here. I had Wendy drove me."

Huh? Did I hear right? I caught myself before I almost shouted. "Wendy drove you here?"

"Of course, silly," Patty said. "She has a Datsun."

I felt like this was one of those "I Love Lucy" episodes where things keep getting more and more complicated. If I knew Spanish, I probably would have said the exact same things Ricky would say.

"Come on... get out of bed," I told Patty. I had remembered that Patty had said she wanted me to order her around; I hoped to hell that she would follow my orders without question now.

Patty pulled herself to the foot of my bed and stood up. I noticed, for the first time, that she was naked.

"Where the fuck are your clothes?" I once again almost shouted.

"I folded them neatly in a pile in your closet," Patty said, pointing.

"Get dressed and stay in here. I need to take a piss."

Patty smiled, "OK" and headed for my closet.

I found my pajama bottoms, along with my shorts, folded neatly on a chair. Patty was apparently a very neat person. I grabbed my bottoms and pulled them on quickly. I had to piss so bad, I thought that I would burst.

I quietly opened the door, and the house sounded quiet. I wondered how Patty had managed to get into my house. I knew that my mother keeps the front door locked. Did Patty use the back door? I couldn't remember if we locked the back.

In the bathroom, I discovered that thanks to Patty, I had a woody that resembled the concrete Washington Monument more than anything made of wood. I found that I needed to lean over the toilet quite a bit--enough to make a bit of a mess while relieving myself.

It felt like I would never stop pissing. There was a bit of a burning sensation at the tip, which I would later associate with pissing too soon after ejaculating, but the feeling dissipated after about twenty or thirty seconds.

I finally managed to finish, and used toilet paper to dry up some spots where I had missed my target.

I flushed and headed back into my room.

As I got to my door, my mother came out of her bedroom.

"Jim?" Mom asked. "Is anything wrong?"

"Huh?" I asked, trying to sound groggy.