Chapter 9

Lunch at Vaughn's was OK. I ordered a hamburger, but only had a bite or two of it. Kristen ordered one as well, and finished it. Although I knew Kristen was hungry, she gave no outward signs of it.

The girls talked mostly about school, and Patty drew Kristen into the conversation in much the same way that she had done so with me on previous occasions. After about fifteen minutes, Kristen seemed to liven up, realizing that the girls really wanted her to talk.

Patty gave me looks during the meal, and tried also to bring me into the conversation, but I wasn't feeling like talking. I was still feeling quite lousy about what I had done to Kristen.

Patty, Wendy, and Camille had decided to order the "Belly Buster" ice cream dessert together, and asked Kristen if she wanted to share.

Kristen's eyes widened when the girls made their offer, and she nodded "yes," looking at me as she did so. The dessert came, and they all wolfed it down. I just had a tiny spoonful of some vanilla ice cream from the side closest to me.

I felt guilty paying for lunch at Vaughn's, since I was paying with the money that Kristen had given me the day before--blood money, as I considered it. But I had already made the offer to the three girls, and the money I had taken from Kristen was the only money that I had.

I had Patty drive me home afterward, and she tried talking with me, but stopped when she realized that I just didn't want to talk, allowing me to work things out myself.

I walked over Jack's house, thankful that the rain had stopped. Patrice was sitting in her chair in the living room, and didn't say anything to me when I found Jack. Seeing Jack's sister made me feel even worse, reminding me that I had humiliated Patrice in much the same way as Kristen, albeit not in front of anybody else.

Jack asked me if I had brought my Frisbee--I hadn't--so he got his football, and we tossed it back and forth in his back yard.

Jack could see that I was distracted, but didn't say anything. I hung out with Jack for a couple of hours, using the time to try to force other things into my mind.

At dinner, my step-father noticed my distraction as well, and asked me, "Girl trouble?"

My mother looked daggers in her eyes at him, and I answered, "Maybe," in a noncommittal sort of way.

I went to bed early, and once again spent a night fighting with myself over how terrible a person I was. And to think that I had even had the audacity to reenact Kristen's degradation with Patty just that morning!

I was awakened by the familiar warmth around my erect penis. Apparently, Patty had modified her technique, no longer grasping the shaft and jacking it as she sucked.

I heard some movement to my right, and I saw Patty, completely nude, smiling at me. Her red hair seemed to glow in the early morning sunrise. I smiled, happy to see that Patty was continuing her morning blow jobs, even after my atrocious behavior the previous day.

I smiled back at Patty--probably the first time that I had smiled in many hours--and I kissed her. Patty opened her lips, accepting my kiss, and touching tongues.

The suction on my shaft increased, as my tongue explored Patty's inner mouth, when my mind told me that I was missing something kind of important.

Not only was Patty's oral technique noticeably different this morning, but she had managed to figure out how to French kiss a boy while blowing him...

Wait a minute! Patty didn't have two mouths!

"Hmmmph!" I said, pushing away from Patty.

"Good morning, sweet cakes," Patty said.

If Patty was lying next to me in my bed, then who was between my legs, sucking my cock?

I took a deep breath, and looked southward. I saw Kristen's light blonde hair moving up and down. She was curled up between my legs, and had her right hand between her own legs, frigging herself.

Why was Kristen here? I looked back to Patty, who was smiling at me as I suddenly realized that there were two girls in my bed. She obviously knew that Kristen was here; she probably drove Kristen here herself. But why?

Kristen was orally talented, and managed to bring my release pretty quickly. I arched my back as I pumped my seed into Kristen's eagerly sucking mouth.

Kristen's breathing went faster as she soon reached her own orgasm. I watched, fascinated, as Kristen moaned quietly for a couple of minutes.

Patty got off the bed, and I wondered if she would blow me next.

Instead, Patty leaned over to Kristen, and the two naked girls kissed. It was a deep kiss, and lasted about a minute. Patty smiled and stood up and moved back to me.

When Patty kissed me, I could taste my semen in her mouth. My eyes went wide at the realization.

The kiss was short, and Patty stood up.

"May I swoll-owe?" Patty said.

Kristen sat up between my legs and repeated Patty's request.

"Ahh... um... sure!" I said.

The two girls swallowed audibly, and then giggled.

Patty turned to Kristen and said, "See?"

Kristen nodded, and blushed.

I had no idea what the two girls were up to.

"What's going on?" I asked Patty.

"Kristen and I had a very long talk yesterday," Patty said, looking to Kristen to make sure that she didn't mind. Kristen nodded her OK.

Patty continued, "It seems you didn't fix everything. It seems that Kristen thinks your semen, in her own words, 'tastes better than chocolate.' And she cannot orgasm without it in her mouth."

Oh, fuck. I looked around for my bag with the roll of tickets in it.

Patty noticed my look, and said, "We talked about it. Kristen doesn't want you to fix it. At least, not yet."

"Huh?" I asked, confused. "Why?"

Patty blushed, and turned to Kristen, allowing the girl to talk for herself.

"I kind of... I love the taste. Please don't change that. I... really sort of like it."

I didn't understand, but it almost made sense. "OK. But the other thing..."

Kristen blushed again. "You'll need to fix that, but not right now. Maybe in a few days or so."

"That means..."

Kristen interrupted me. "Yes. I'll need to be with you occasionally. Do you mind?"

Let's see. A blonde haired rich goddess asks a fifteen year old boy if he minds if she sucks him off occasionally. Let's see... what answer would he give?

I didn't disappoint. "I guess. But why?"

Kristen blushed some more, and looked to Patty for support.

Patty nodded and said, "Kristen told me yesterday that she thought you were a monster... the devil himself. But afterward, you fixed the cravings. You cured her addiction. And then, you held her."

Huh? I said, "I held her?"

Kristen answered this one. "Nobody... nobody ever held me like that before. Not my mother or father. Nobody. At least, nobody in many years."

"And in return, you want to have oral sex with me? A kid?"

Kristen sighed and looked to Patty.

Patty quietly said, "Kristen, get dressed and I'll meet you out in the car."

"Wait!" I said. Kristen looked at me, hopefully.

I had learned the beginnings of sexual etiquette, and one thing that I have learned was that if somebody does something nice to you in a sexual way, that person should be thanked, preferably with a kiss, but with at least a hug.

I got up from my bed, walking to where Kristen was standing. Kristen looked extremely nervous, and her body stiffened. Softly, I brought my arms up to Kristen's shoulders, and brought her body softly toward mine into a gentle hug.

Kristen had her eyes closed, her mouth pursed in anticipation of a kiss. Seeing this, I slowly moved my face toward hers, and I kissed her briefly. I was very aware of the pointy nipples of Kristen's breasts sticking into my chest, and my cock started getting hard again. I didn't want to overstay my welcome, and pulled back before the kiss became too passionate. "Thank you, Kristen. You made me feel good," I whispered to the lovely blonde girl.

Kristen nodded, and the two of us broke from our embrace. Kristen smiled at Patty, and then quickly dressed. Her clothes were in a neat pile next to Patty's. I watched as she pulled a dress that I recognized as a light pink one of Patty's over her head.

I looked at Patty and she smiled. "We're the same size. Well, maybe not in the chest department."

One of these days, I would have to have a talk with Patty about her hang-up about breast size. Kristen pulled on a pair of sandals and left the room quietly.

Patty turned to me. "Jim, you need to be careful with Kristen. I told you yesterday that she's in a weird state. She's still there. Can you believe that she's never had a friend in her life?"

"Huh?"

Patty nodded. "The gang that hangs around her? They do it only because she gives them things. Not one of them really likes her. They'd turn on her in a second if she didn't give them jewelery, meals, booze, and stuff. They probably have already started."

"Patrice?" I asked.

"Just as bad as the others, Jim." Patty's eyes went soft. "Look, I know you have feelings for Patrice, but she's just as much a gold-digger as the rest of them, according to Kristen."

"Wow," I said, not knowing what to say.

"You were the first person to just hold Kristen, to try to make things better for her. You asked her to lunch. Didn't you hear me yesterday in the bathroom?"

"I thought you were pissed at me," I said. "I wasn't really listening."

Patty sighed. "I was very angry at you turning Kristen into a fucking addict. I thought that the very thing that I fell in love with had gone from you. I was very disappointed in you."

My heart sank at those words.

"But, Jim... you made it better!" Patty said. "You fixed it, maybe not completely, but you got rid of the worst of it. And then you held her. Kristen doesn't have a friend in the world, and you, her tormentor, just held her. And you showed me that you WERE the person that I loved. And, more importantly, you showed Kristen."

I shook my head. I'll never understand women. I wondered if I would be able to give myself a ticket and wish to understand them.

"But I just held her," I protested.

"And you invited her to lunch with us. You realized, without her even telling you, that she was starving. You treated her as a friend!"

Patty moved over to where her clothes were, and then asked, "By the way, that was a sweet thing you just did, hugging Kristen. May I ask what you whispered to her?"

I blushed, and said, "I thanked her for making me feel good."

The red haired girl smiled at me. "You really are sweet," she said, and started dressing.

I loved watching Patty dress, and today was no different. She was wearing a lavender version of the pink dress that Kristen had worn.

"Wow," I said, finally getting what Patty was telling me.

"Wow, indeed," Patty said as she pulled on her sandals, looking at them with a sour expression. "Fuck... these are Kristen's. I guess she has smaller feet than me. God, I have big feet and tiny tits."

"Now, Patty..." I started.

"Oh, pooh!" Patty smiled. She moved back to me and kissed me.

As she got to my door, Patty turned and said, "Remember I told you that Kristen is in a weird state?"

"Uh, huh."

"Well, it's a bit weirder than you think. She's actually in love with you."

Patty smiled at me, having delivered her bombshell, and simply exited.

"Huh?"

But Patty didn't elaborate; she had already left. I was stunned.

I realized that I had a piss hard-on that felt like it would burst. I exited my room and did a messy job of emptying my bladder.

I knocked on Jack's door, and Patrice answered it. She didn't say anything, but just shrugged and went back to her chair in the living room.

I found Jack in his bedroom. "What's up with Patrice?"

Jack shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care. She's a fucking bitch."

"She's your sister, for Christ's sake!"

Jack shrugged again. "I'll trade her for yours if you want."

"You don't even like Merry," I said to another shrug. I had brought my duffel bag with my Frisbees in it, and the two of us walked to the park.

I realized on the way that I had left my tickets at home, but didn't anticipate that I would need them. I had fucked things up pretty bad when I had used them on Kristen and had decided that I was going to be extra careful before using them again. And I'd probably better stop using them for revenge.

At the park, we saw Doreen, who brightened up when she saw us.

I looked around, but Marla was nowhere to be found.

Jack and I waved to Doreen, who waved back at us. We walked over to her.

"Hi, Doreen," Jack said.

"Hi, Jack."

"Where's Marla?" I asked.

Doreen turned to me. "I could ask, where were you? Marla and I waited for you for an hour the other day. We thought you might bring Jack."

Oh, Fuck! I had said I might meet them at the mall.

"I... um... I got tied up..."

Jack looked at me. "You saw Doreen at the mall?"

Doreen said, "You didn't tell him I said 'hi?'"

Now I had two more people angry at me. "I... shit! I forgot." Fuck! Fuck!

Doreen nodded at Jack. "I told him to say 'hi' to you." She turned back to me and said, "Marla's back in Orange County. She left last night. You didn't even say good-bye to her."

Feeling like a complete idiot was becoming quite a habit with me.

Jack's attention was on Doreen, and Doreen had turned back to Jack, having answered my question.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and I started to feel like I was crowding them. "Think I'll walk home."

"Sure Jim," Jack said without even looking at me. There wasn't any anger in his voice; he was just distracted with Doreen there. She had nicer tits than I did, I supposed.

I walked back home and threw my duffel bag in the shed. Having nothing else to do, I walked over to the mall.

I was wandering aimlessly. I visited the record store where I had met the three girls. I looked at the lingerie shop where I had given them the tickets. I went to the food court where I had seen Marla probably for the last time. There were a lot of memories in this mall, and they weren't necessarily the ones that I had wanted to think about.

School would start in just a week. I never thought that I'd look forward to it, but there was nothing right now that interested me.

I thought about Jack and Doreen. They were the same age, unlike me and any of the girls that I had been with, with the exception of Marla.

I felt sad to know that Marla was back in California. I wondered if I'd ever visit the Golden State, and if I did, would Marla remember me? Or would she be mad at me for standing her up here at the fucking mall?

"Lookie here!"

It was a familiar voice. Wendy!

I turned around and smiled. "Hi, Wendy! Hi, Camille. Where's Patty?"

Camille smiled back. "Patty's with her new best friend."

I looked at Camille strangely. I had thought that Camille was Patty's best friend.

Camille saw the confused look in my face. "She's with Kristen, you dummy. She told me that the two of them were going to visit you today. I thought they were with you." Camille looked around, but didn't see any sign of the other two girls.

I shook my head. "I saw them for a bit earlier. Then they went out. I have no idea where."

Wendy shrugged. "We'll probably see her later anyway. We usually go to the mall Wednesday nights. You remember last Wednesday, huh?"

That was the day that I had met the three girls. I smiled. "Uh, huh."

"We'd love it if you could hang out with us," Wendy offered. "Maybe we could visit Kneely Park again?"

I was surprised by that offer, especially since it didn't come as a result of me handing Wendy a ticket. "Sure," I said.

Camille said, "Oh, and thanks for lunch yesterday. It was a killer sundae."

Wendy nodded her agreement.

"Well," I said, feeling a bit sheepish. "It was actually Kristen who paid."

"Huh?" Wendy asked.

"It was Kristen's money that she gave me when I humiliated her. I explained that to you."

Wendy shuddered. "I hope I never piss you off, Jim." Camille nodded her agreement.

"Don't worry about it," I assured the two of them. "I learned a rather difficult lesson yesterday. I'm getting out of the revenge business."

The two girls nodded.

The conversation got a bit awkward, when I saw Camille's eyes light up, looking behind me.

I turned around, following Camille's glance, and noticed Kristen and Patty, still wearing their matching pink and lavender dresses.

"You two look like twins," I said, smiling at the two girls.

"Yeah," Patty said sarcastically. "A stunning blonde with big boobs, and a red head with two warts on her chest. Some twins."

I shook my head at Patty. "Wendy has the big boobs." It wasn't until I had said those words that I remembered that Wendy was right behind me, and I cringed, hoping that Wendy didn't get offended.

Kristen giggled at my remark, crinkling her nose, and her eyes seemed to look straight into my eyes and into my soul.

I heard Camille remark, "Wendy's are more like the things that fly in the sky with the word 'Goodyear' on it."

I felt better by Camille's words, and realized that girls usually remark about each other's assets, and they were, once again, treating me like a friend.

Patty and Kristen moved so that we were all standing in some sort of a circle.

Camille said, "Why are we all here this morning? We usually do nighttime on Wednesdays."

Patty smiled and said, "We were just doing some window shopping. Kristen has very nice, and very expensive, tastes in clothes. Have you ever been to Martin's?"

"In my dreams!" Camille said, grinning.

"Jim's right. You two almost look like twins," Wendy remarked with a smirk. "And I'm not the one with the big boobs. Berta Schmidt is probably a couple of cup sizes bigger." Berta was a girl that the guys referred to as "Big Bertha" behind her back. These same guys often stood agape gawking at her assets when looking at her from the front.

Patty glared at Wendy, and then said, "Kristen has American Express," Patty said. "Her father just pays the bills."

"Killer!" said Camille and Wendy, together.

"So, where are you guys off to, now?" I asked Patty and Kristen.

"Food court," Patty answered. "Could use a good coffee. These early mornings are getting to me."

I think I might have blushed at Patty's reference to early mornings; I know that the other three girls all grinned. Apparently, they all knew about our arrangement.

We all headed toward the food court. I was feeling better having all the girls with me. Kristen walked with her and somehow we ended up with her hand holding my elbow.