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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 sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  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.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 6--Initiation

        Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light.
        I've never seen such a beautiful sight!
        Sweet love flowin' almost every night.
        I know forever we'll be doin' it!
                -- Whenever I Call You "Friend" (Kenny Loggins)


    Camille picked me up at ten the next morning.

    When I got into the car, I saw that Sherry was already
there.  She was blushing furiously, mostly in anticipation of
the initiation that would happen in just a little while.
Unlike Camille, who was dressed in her uniform, Sherry was in
her street clothes; her uniform was folded next to her in the
car.

    At the school, the entire cheerleading squad was present,
all of them in uniform except Jackie, Camille's cousin.
Jackie was standing next to the same boy she brought to the
costume party the previous night.  She gave me a nervous
smile as she saw me.

    Lynette Robbins, who was the head cheerleader, decided to
get things rolling.  "All right, we have two initiates for
today's ceremony.  Since Camille Lombardi and I sponsored
them both, we need somebody to share some of the work with
Camille.  Camille?  Who would you like to pick?"

    Camille nodded and said, "I'd normally choose you,
Lynette, but as head cheerleader, I know that you have other
duties.  Both June Rodgers and Maria Wilson know Jackie, so I
will allow my cousin to decide between them."

    June Rodgers was one of the smaller cheerleaders.  I
remembered that she was a junior, and she was also one of two
black cheerleaders on the squad.  Maria Wilson was a senior
with blonde hair.

    Jackie looked at her cousin.  "Maria," she said, quietly.

    When she heard her name, Maria stepped out from the group
of cheerleaders.

    Lynette watched this, and then said, "Maria, do you wish
to sponsor Jackie for our initiation?"

    Maria nodded.  "Jackie was very good at the tryouts this
time.  I'd be proud to sponsor her for Camille."

    Lynette nodded.  "Do you sponsor Sherry, Camille?"

    Camille smiled.  "I'm quite proud to sponsor Sherry."

    Lynette announced, "All right, ladies, we have our two
initiates, who have kindly brought their boyfriends.  We also
now have two sponsors.  The sponsors will now make their
presentations.  Camille?"

    Camille said, "I sponsor Sherry Jordon, who has brought
her friend, Jim Crittenhouse, to help out today.  Sherry is a
sophomore, but her gymnastics abilities have allowed her to
achieve a perfect score during the qualifications."

    There was a round of applause as Sherry blushed.  I
applauded as well.

    Camille continued.  "I am pleased to offer my sponsorship
to Sherry."

    Lynette said, "Thank you, Camille.  Do I hear any
objections to having Sherry join our squad and undergo the
initiation?"

    Silence answered Lynette's question.

    "Very well, Camille.  Take the two of them and have them
stand over there." Lynette pointed to the curb of a sidewalk
leading to one of the side doors to the school.  "Maria,
you're next."

    Maria was a bit nervous as she said, "I sponsor Jackie
Lombardi, cousin to our own Camille, who has brought her
friend Danny..." Maria paused.  "Shit!  I forgot your last
name, Danny."

    "It's Strong," the boy answered.

    "Sorry," Maria said, turning red.  "Jackie has brought
Danny Strong.  Jackie is a junior, and scored a nine out of
ten in the tryouts.  She's Camille's cousin, but I can assure
everybody that she truly earned her way onto the squad.  I
happily sponsor Jackie for the squad."

    Lynette smiled.  "Thank you, Maria.  Do I hear any
objections to having Jackie join our squad and go though the
initiation?"

    Once again, there was silence.

    "Very well," Lynette said.  "Maria, you may take those
two over to the curb with Camille and the others."

    Maria took her two charges to meet us at the curb.

    Lynette called out, "Camille, Maria.  You know what you
need to do.  We'll be along in about five minutes."

    Camille nodded and ushered Sherry and me into the door of
the school.  She led us toward the gymnasium, and stopped at
the boys' locker room.

    Without hesitation, Camille opened the boys' locker room
and Maria urged us from behind to enter.  The two younger
girls seemed hesitant, but Maria was insistent.

    Once inside, Camille led Sherry and me to a row of
lockers and made us sit down on a bench.  She whispered, "All
right, you can ask questions now, but keep your voices down."

    "Why are we in the boys' locker room?" Sherry immediately
asked.

    Camille smiled.  "When we first started initiations, I
think we did this part in the girls' locker room, but we
quickly switched to the boys' room instead.  We didn't want
boys to get the idea that they are welcome in our locker
room!"

    "What happens now?" I asked.

    Camille grinned.  "Jim will dress you in your cheerleader
outfit.  First, he'll completely undress you.  I'm here to
make sure you both follow the rules.  Next, he'll put your
outfit on you.  So, Sherry will only be nude with Jim and me."

    "You mean...?" Sherry asked, blushing.

    "Yup," Camille said.  "And time is of the essence.
Lynette said five minutes, and she'll give you more like ten,
but don't hesitate too much."

    "What happens afterward?" I asked.

    Camille continued grinning.  "Jim will like this part.
Each of the cheerleaders will come over and kiss Jim and
Danny.  Some of the girls may get hot and heavy with this,
but this shouldn't bother Sherry, since you two aren't really
dating.  After the boys are kissed, the girls will kiss
Sherry and Jackie, and most of them won't be as sexy as they
will get with the boys."

    I shrugged.  I figured that there were worse things that
could happen.  "That's it?"

    "There will be a bit more formality, actually.  Nothing
else.  Once it's over, Sherry and Jackie can get their
clothes and leave.  We then initiate the seniors."

    "What do you do with the seniors?" Sherry asked.

    "You'll find out some other time," Camille answered
cryptically.  "Now, Jim, it's time you two got started."

    I took a deep breath and looked at Sherry.  She shrugged,
and I started to unbutton her blouse.  I played dress-up with
Kristen many times before (it was getting to be one of our
favorite pastimes), and tried not to gawk at Sherry.

    Still, I could see that Sherry was quite embarrassed.  I
ignored her and quickly removed her bra and then started
working on her slacks.  I pulled down Sherry's slacks and
panties in a single movement, then pulled her shoes off and
her legs out of the foot holes.

    One thing about the nude Sherry that startled me was the
amount of hair that Sherry actually had growing between her
legs.  It was much hairier and darker than any pussy that I
saw up to that time.  I tried not to stare, so I looked
instead at Sherry's face.

    I couldn't help myself.  Seeing Sherry standing there
naked and embarrassed made my heart go out to her.  Despite
her blushing and obvious embarrassment, she stoically allowed
me to undress her.  I stood up and then bent down to kiss her.

    This surprised Sherry, but she kissed me back.  It was
just a gentle kiss, one to try to get her to calm down.
Sherry closed her eyes as I kissed her, and her body seemed
to relax a little.  I broke off the kiss after about ten
seconds.

    Camille handed me the cheerleader uniform and I pulled it
over Sherry's head.  I quickly pulled it down over her,
hiding her nudity.  I took the bottoms and pulled them on
her.  In doing so, I could see Sherry's hairy pussy once
again.  The hair was very curly and so dark as to be almost
black.  It was all I could do not to touch it or rub the
sensitive folds hidden underneath it.  I thought I could
smell Sherry's musk even over the odors of the locker room.

    Finally, I had Sherry step into her sneakers, and I tied
her shoelaces for her.

    I looked over to Camille, who was smiling at the two of
us.  "I think that Sherry deserves another kiss for being a
good sport about this."

    Turning to Sherry, I could see her nodding in agreement.
I moved back to her and kissed her one more time, again
keeping the kiss gentle and friendly.  This time, the kiss
lasted about twenty seconds.  When I broke away, I felt
Sherry's face move with mine, seemingly intent on prolonging
the kiss.

    I saw Sherry's street clothes folded neatly on the bench.
Camille must have folded them as we were kissing.

    Camille then surprised me by pushing past me and kissing
Sherry herself.  "I want to be the first cheerleader to kiss
you, Sherry.  I'm glad I sponsored you."

    Sherry seemed surprised by the kiss as well, but she
didn't avoid Camille.  The kiss didn't last too long.

    As the two of them were kissing, I heard Jackie giggling
and saying "Come on, Danny, stop!" playfully from another set
of lockers.  I remembered that we weren't alone in the locker
room.

    With a mischievous look in her eyes, Camille quietly bid
the two of us to follow her, and we tiptoed around the
lockers to the aisle where Maria, Jackie, and Danny were.
Danny and Jackie were kissing, and Jackie was completely
nude.  Danny's hand was covering her pubic area, so I wasn't
able to get a good view of her privates.  I could see one of
Jackie's breasts, which were about the size of Patty's,
except that Jackie's nipples were very red and erect.  Maria
saw the three of us and smiled.

    Camille motioned to Maria and pointed to her wristwatch,
pointing out that Jackie and Danny were wasting valuable
time.  Maria only shrugged.

    Jackie opened her eyes and saw the three of us, and her
reaction alerted Danny, who turned around to see what Jackie
was looking at.

    At the same moment, Lynette came into the locker room.
"All right, people.  It's time for the induction ceremony!"

    Jackie looked shocked.  She was still completely nude.

    Danny tried quickly to pull the uniform over Jackie's
head, but got it backward, and he clumsily twisted it around.

    Maria called to Lynette.  "We need another thirty
seconds, Lynette."

    "Jackie's not ready?" Lynette asked.

    "No," Jackie admitted.

    "How about Sherry?"

    "I'm ready," Sherry answered quickly.  Jackie and Danny
continued to move very quickly, and it was comical to watch
them try to get Jackie dressed.

    "Come out as soon as you're ready.  That means now,
Sherry," Lynette said.  "Penalties for lateness will apply,
Maria."

    Maria nodded, and didn't answer.

    Camille told Sherry and me to come quickly.

    We followed her out of the locker room and into the
gymnasium.  The cheerleaders stood together in a group.
Lynette smiled as she saw the three of us.

    "Really thirty seconds?" Lynette asked Camille quietly.

    "Danny seems to be all thumbs and fingers!"

    Lynette laughed and just nodded.  She turned to one of
the cheerleaders that was carrying a sports bag with her.
"May I have the paddle, please?"

    I quietly turned to Camille.  "I thought you said there
would be nothing like that."

    "I promised you," Camille whispered back.  "Trust me."

    I nodded.  Sherry blanched when she saw the table tennis
paddle in Lynette's hand.  "Am I going...?"

    "Ssh," whispered Camille.  "Don't worry."

    The locker room door opened and Jackie and Danny burst
in.  Jackie looked more than a little disheveled, but her
uniform was on.  I noticed with some humor that Jackie's
shoelaces were untied.

    "You three are late," Lynette announced.  "We don't
tolerate tardiness on the squad." Lynette was brandishing the
paddle and Jackie looked at her cousin for support.

    "Maria, why were you late?" Lynette asked.

    "Danny seemed to be a bit unfamiliar with the outfit,"
Maria answered.

    "Is this true?" Lynette asked, looking straight at Jackie.

    "Um, yes," Jackie shakily replied.

    Lynette smacked the paddle against her hand menacingly.
"Well, first things first.  Camille, can you do the honors
for Sherry, please?"

    "Certainly," Camille said, smiling.  She took Sherry and
me by the hands and pulled us to where Lynette stood.
"Lynette Robbins, I certify that Sherry Jordan has passed her
initiation with flying colors."

    Lynette nodded and said, "Sherry Jordan.  You have shown
courage in following our little tradition, and you have also
shown promptness." Lynette paused here and gave Jackie a
threatening look.  She turned back to Sherry and me and said,
"I would like to be the first to welcome you as an official
member of the squad."

    Lynette moved toward Sherry and kissed her on the cheek.
It was a quick kiss, and she moved toward me and gave me a
quick kiss on the lips.  "Jim Crittenhouse, I want to thank
you for helping out with Sherry.  You are lucky indeed to
have Sherry as a friend."

    I think I may have blushed from Lynette's kiss, even
though I half expected it from Camille's description earlier.

    "Girls, who wants to thank Sherry and Jim?"

    "Me!" "Me!" "Me!" A swarm of girls came over to welcome
us.  Sherry got a few kisses on her cheeks before the first
girl found me.  The girl smiled at me and kissed me straight
on the lips.  I could feel her tongue probe my lips, but I
decided that I wasn't going to be doing much French kissing
at this time.  After about fifteen seconds, the girl realized
that I was playing hard to get and willingly gave up.

    June Rodgers, the black cheerleader, was second and
immediately replaced the first.  She also tried to get past
my lips.  I knew from school gossip that she was dating a
football linebacker inappropriately nicknamed Tiny Jonas, so
I wasn't going to let her snake her tongue into my mouth.
After about thirty seconds, another cheerleader replaced her.
This new girl knew that I was playing hard to get so she
changed tactics and grabbed my crotch.  I was so surprised
that I opened my mouth and her tongue managed to get past my
defenses.

    After allowing that girl to French kiss me, I resigned
myself to allowing the girls to kiss me in whatever way they
wanted.  It seemed mostly in good sport, though.

    My eyes were closed when I felt a new pair of lips on
mine.  I opened my lips to let the new person enter and was
surprised when I felt somebody suck my tongue inside her
mouth.  I opened my eyes and was surprised that I was once
again kissing Camille.

    The kiss with Camille lasted about thirty seconds, and it
was quite a kiss.  I could feel my heart start to race in
reaction.  One thing was obvious: Camille certainly knew how
to kiss.  It wasn't one of Kristen's erection specials, but
it was damned close!

    Finally, Camille let me go, and I saw that the other
cheerleaders were all back in their little bunch where they
were before.

    "Sherry, you can join the other girls.  Thanks again for
helping us out, Jim, and if you ever find yourself in need of
a cheerleader, you'll find twenty volunteers in our group!"

    "Thank you," Sherry and I said together.

    Sherry and Camille joined the other cheerleaders, and
Camille took me by the hand and led me over to them.

    Lynette turned her attention to the other three people.
"Ah, now we get to our late arrivals." Once again, she
slapped the paddle on her hand menacingly.

    Danny saw this and protested.  "Wait, Lynette.  Jackie is
late because of me.  If anybody deserves to be punished, it's
me."

    Lynette looked at Danny.  "You are willing to take her
punishment?"

    "Yes," Danny answered, his eyes nervously following the
paddle in Lynette's hand.

    "Do you wish for Danny to take your punishment, Jackie?"

    Jackie looked at Danny, and then over to where we were
standing (probably looking for Camille, her cousin), and then
said, "No, Lynette.  It wasn't entirely his fault."

    Lynette smiled.  "Danny Strong, you have a nice heart.
Jackie is lucky to have somebody like you to be with her.
Jackie, you are brave, too.  However, I only have this paddle
here for ceremonial purposes.  Jackie, just remember not to
be late next time and we'll avoid any punishments."

    A bunch of the cheerleaders giggled at Lynette's comment,
and I could see Jackie's face look much relieved, especially
as Lynette threw the paddle toward the girl with the sports
bag.

    Lynette said, "Alright, Maria.  It's time for you do the
honors for Jackie."

    Maria grinned and brought Jackie and Danny to where
Lynette was standing.  "Lynette Robbins, I certify that
Jackie Lombardi has passed her initiation."

    Lynette nodded and said, "Jackie Lombardi, you showed
courage in deciding to take your own punishment.  I would
like to be the first person to welcome you as an official
member of the cheerleading squad."

    Lynette kissed Jackie, and then approached Danny.  "Danny
Strong, thank you for sticking up for Jackie.  We don't
believe in inflicting pain on any of our participants, but
you may not have known that.  Jackie is very lucky to have
you as her friend."

    Danny received a kiss from Lynette, and the other girls
moved over once again to kiss Jackie and Danny.  Camille
urged Sherry to go, telling her "You're now an official
cheerleader.  Congratulate them!"

    Sherry left, leaving just Camille and me behind.  "I
promised you, Jim."

    "I'm sorry I doubted you," I said.  "Aren't you going to
congratulate your cousin?"

    "Yeah," Camille smiled, and went to the end of the line.

    Overall, it was a memorable day.

    It was getting close to noon.  My mother wanted me home
that particular Saturday since we would be visiting my
grandmother (on her side) that afternoon, and have supper
with her.  Camille dropped me off at my house with plenty of
time to spare.

    I went to my room to straighten it up a little (things
started to pile up), and realized that I promised to give
Kristen a call when I got home from the initiation.

    I went downstairs into the study and picked up the phone.
I called Kristen's house, and told her that I just got home.

    "That's funny," Kristen replied.  "Sherry's been here for
five minutes."

    "Sherry's there?" I asked.

    "Yeah.  She wanted to tell me about what happened.  Since
I didn't have a date today, I'm inviting her to Vaughn's.  I
hope you don't mind."

    "Nope.  I'll be thinking of you... both of you."

    "Say 'hi' to your grandmother for me," Kristen said.

    "All right.  I really wish I could see you today."

    "What time are you getting back?"

    "Late.  Nine o'clock or so."

    "Give me a call when you get back."

    "All right."

    I was already in a better mood.  I was happy that I would
get a chance to talk with Kristen later on tonight.

    I spent the day with my family at my grandmother's house.
She lived about an hour away, and I found myself thinking of
Kristen most of the entire day.

* * *

    When we got home, I remembered my promise to call
Kristen, and I was surprised when she answered directly.
Usually, one of the household staff answers the phone, but
Kristen set it up so that the phone rang through, waiting for
my call.

    "Hi, Jim!" Kristen said.

    "Hello, my fair Goddess!"

    "Only fair?" Kristen said, pretending to be insulted.

    "None are fairer than you," I said, smiling at the phone.

    "So, are you interested in fucking tonight?" Kristen
asked, looking for shock value.

    I frowned.  I didn't think my parents would let me visit
Kristen so late, despite the fact that I was regularly
spending the night with her on weekends.  "I don't know if my
mom..."

    "Ask her," Kristen said.

    I knew Kristen enough that if she got an idea into her
head, she wanted to do it now.  "Sure," I said, and went into
the living room where my mother and step-father were watching
television.

    "Mom?" I asked.

    "Yes, Jim?"

    "May I go over to Kristen's?"

    "Now?  This time of night?" my mother seemed a bit
shocked.

    "I haven't seen her all day."

    "Poor baby.  You can't spend one night in your own
bedroom?"

    "Come on, mom..."

    My mother sighed.  "Is she going to pick you up?"

    "If you say 'yes.'"

    "She's not already on her way?"

    I smiled.  "Not unless she has a car phone.  She's on the
phone right now."

    My mother smiled.  "All right, Jim.  You did visit Mom
with us today, although your mind was almost a hundred miles
away."

    "Thanks, Mom!  You're the greatest!" I ran to the phone
and told Kristen the good news.

    "Great.  I'll be right there."

    I was astounded when the doorbell rang about two minutes
later.

    "Who is that at this hour?" my mother said.

    "Don't know.  Kristen just got off the phone."

    I opened the front door, and there was Kristen.  "Kris!
How did you...?"

    "I borrowed my dad's car.  I thought I'd surprise you."

    "But I just called you at home!"

    Kristen smiled.  "The phone call was transferred to my
father's car.  It's neat.  My dad does it all the time.  I
figured you'd call my personal number, and if you didn't, the
staff would have forwarded the call manually."

    "You're something else," I laughed.  "Come on in.  You
worried my mother."

    "Sure."

    I took Kristen into the living room.  "I'm afraid I was
mistaken.  She was on her father's car phone."

    "I'm sorry if I surprised you, Mrs. Cummings."

    "Well, Jim told me that you were on the phone."

    "Dad tells me he'll get me a car phone when I get my MBA."

    "What's an MBA?" I asked.

    "It's short for Master of Business Administration.  It's
a degree you get in a place like Harvard Business School."

    "Have you been accepted to Harvard?" my mother asked,
impressed.

    "Um, I didn't apply there," Kristen said.  "I'm probably
going to spend a couple of years at the local community
college."

    "Community college?"

    "Patty's going there, and I thought I'd attend with her.
I can get most of the credits there transferred to most other
schools in the state.  I'm looking for my associates degree,
and then I'll attend college most likely in Massachusetts
where I'll get my bachelor's and MBA."

    "Oh."

    "Well, we must be running.  Are you ready, Jim?"

    "Um... yes," I was a bit amazed by this exchange.
Kristen told me that it was possible for her to attend
community college, but I didn't think that idea would have
flown over very well with her parents.

    I found a coat and left the house with Kristen.
Kristen's father's Mercedes was in the driveway behind my
mother's car.  We got into the car and took off.

    "So, did you have fun with Sherry today?" I asked.

    Kristen nodded and said, "We talked.  I heard that you
had some fun, too.  Sherry told me that all the cheerleaders
gave you rather hefty kisses."

    "I was just doing what I was told..." I explained.

    "Oh, pooh!" Kristen said.  "I'm not jealous.  Well, maybe
a little.  I heard you played dress-up with Sherry.  Maybe
we'll do that tomorrow morning.  I have a new push-up bra
that I'd like you to check out."

    "Oh, sure.  So, what did the two of you do?"

    "We went to Vaughn's.  Sherry needed me to take her to
Camille's for something else later, so I dropped her off
there."

    Kristen smiled.  "So, while she was over, I invited
Sherry over tomorrow, and she called her parents and they
said yes.  We'll be seeing Sherry tomorrow."

    "Is the playroom still set up for the party?" I asked,
wondering if the bed was back.

    "No, I was going to have everything moved back in this
morning," Kristen explained.  "Now, I've decided that I'm
working on a new layout, though, since all the rooms in the
building are not being used except for the garage.  I was
thinking of making this a huge apartment with a couple of
bedrooms, and such.  You can help me; it will be our own
home, complete with a master bedroom, a decent kitchen, a
guest room or two, and stuff like that."

    "You make it sound like I'll be living there," I pointed
out.

    "Why not?" Kristen asked.  "You're already living here on
weekends."

    I shrugged.  "My mom may have a few words about that, but
I'd love to help you design it."

    "I've already started moving all my stuff from the main
house into here.  Even if you won't move here full time, I
will."

    "You're moving into your playroom for real?"

    "Yup, but it's now my apartment.  My parents already
approved it.  I've even paid rent to my father through the
end of the year.  An idea had been floating through my mind
for a few weeks now, but I wanted to let you know when
everything fell into place.  You'll love it when we're done
with it."

    "So, I guess Madison is out for this weekend."

    Kristen looked at me.  "I'll drive if you really want to
go, but we'll have to call Sherry and the rest of the guests
that you invited."

    "I forgot about Patrice and Jack.  I actually feel like
relaxing this weekend.  Staying here would be a nice idea."

    "You don't mind that I invited Sherry, do you?" Kristen
asked.

    "I'd like to see Sherry again.  I'm glad the two of you
are becoming friends."

    Kristen looked at me.  "That was your plan all along,
wasn't it?"

    I think my expression betrayed me, so I said, "Well, yes.
She didn't like you, and I told her that she should get to
know you before making judgments.  Remember how I originally
felt about you before I got to know you?"

    Kristen nodded.

    When we got to Kristen's new apartment, I found that the
bedroom now contained a king sized bed.  I whistled at it.

    "Let's inaugurate it, Jim!"

    "Hmmm," I answered.  "Let's do it proper, then."

    "What do you mean, proper?"

    I didn't answer, but took Kristen by the hand out of the
bedroom.  I then picked her up off her feet and carried her
into the bedroom.  "My darling, it would be my honor to carry
you across this threshold."

    "Oh, my hero!" Kristen swooned in her Scarlet O'Hara
voice.

    Carrying Kristen back into the bedroom, I deposited her
onto the bed and said, "It is time for me to unwrap my gift!"
Within seconds, I threw Kristen's clothes all throughout the
bedroom.  She was wearing a pair of crotchless panties--my
naughty minx!--and I took them off as well.  I wanted her
naked.

    "What's next, my hero?" my naked Kristen asked
breathlessly.

    "Tonight, I make tender love to you.  I will suck on
those lovely breasts and lick your beautiful pussy all night.
I will make love to you the exact same way that you love to
suck on my cock.  I want to do all the work tonight."

    Kristen looked at me strangely.  "Do you mean that I
won't get to suck you?"

    "Not until after seven in the morning.  This is your
night, my fair Goddess.  I get to hug, fondle, suck, and do
whatever I want to you, and the only thing you can do in
return is kiss me.  Well, you can moan or whimper, if you
feel the need."

    Kristen made a face.  "I don't whimper!"

    "And I don't snore!" I laughed in response.

    Kristen laughed as well.  "One of these days, I'm gonna
make a cassette recording and prove that you snore!"

    "And I'll deny that it's me on the tape," I answered
smugly.  "You'll have proved nothing."

    The two of us giggled and kissed.  We were two teenagers
in love, and I tried my best to make this the most special
night for my lovely blonde Goddess.

    I spent over an hour sucking, pinching, kneading, and
loving her breasts.  I then moved southward, lapping up the
aromatic juices from between her legs.  I kissed her face and
we sucked each other's tongues into our mouths.

    Kristen experienced a couple of small orgasms, and she
fell asleep during my second onslaught on her breasts.  Her
hands were absently patting my hair as I sucked her breast.
I could feel the rhythmic movement of her chest as she slept.

    I fell asleep as well, luxuriating in the warmth of
Kristen's body and the heavy down comforters on the bed.  I
woke up to Kristen now-familiar sucking of my cock.  Without
having to open my eyes, I knew that it was exactly seven
o'clock and zero seconds.

    It didn't take Kristen long for her talented mouth to get
me to shoot off.  I desperately needed to pee, so I got up
after I came, but Kristen held me down.

    "I loved what you did for me last night," Kristen said,
kissing me.  I could taste the residue from my semen in her
mouth.

    "I wanted to make it special for you, Goddess," I said,
once we broke from the kiss.  "I wanted it as special as you
always make it for me."

    Kristen looked at me sternly, "Can you please make me a
promise?"

    "Anything, my dear."

    "Let's not do that too often," Kristen said.  "I still
have the cravings, even if they are minor.  I found that
having you with me last night is distracting.  I couldn't
sleep very well knowing that you are so close and I was not
allowed to suck you."

    I looked at Kristen and saw that she was serious.  "I
didn't mean to hurt you, Kris!"

    Kristen sobbed quietly.  "I'm not hurt, Jim.  I know you
meant well, and I love you for that.  You just need to know
that I don't always suck you just to please you; I have a
need as well.  I know it's selfish..."

    "No, Kristen," I interrupted.  "It's not selfish.  If
anyone was selfish, you can blame me.  I am responsible for
those cravings, and that was selfish of me to do that to you.
I guess it was also selfish of me for what I did last night."
I sighed as I realized that I unintentionally hurt my beloved
Kristen once again.

    Kristen shook her head.  "No. You just didn't understand.
You didn't know or even suspect that giving me the craving
would have such a long-term effect.  You didn't realize that
for me to see you naked and know that I'm not allowed to suck
you would be frustrating for me."

    I sighed once again.  It was nice to have such an
understanding lover, but in my heart, I knew that I was the
selfish one.  I didn't see any resolution in arguing the
point with Kristen now.

    Kristen looked at my rigid erection.  "You look as if
that thing is going to burst.  Can we do the tree in the
forest thing?"

    This brought a tiny smile to my lips.  Kristen was
describing a game that we sometimes played in the morning.
She would run into the bathroom and into the shower.  I'd run
in after her and she'd take my morning wood and aim it toward
herself.  When my warm piss hit Kristen's body, it would
usually have the effect of Kristen relieving herself in the
tub as well.  Afterward, the two of us would start up the
shower and thoroughly wash each other's bodies with the
slippery soap.  Breasts, fingers, cheeks, asses, thighs,
knees, and a penis would have fun.  Kristen really loved it
when soapy hands caressed her breasts.  "I'd love to do
that," I said.

    Playing like this with Kristen was fun.  I knew that I
would look forward to living with her every day for the rest
of my life.

* * *

    Later that morning, Kristen drove over to Sherry's house
to pick her up.

    When the two girls arrived back at the playroom, we gave
Sherry the grand tour, with Kristen explaining the
renovations that she was planning.  Sherry only saw the
living room the previous day, and she seemed a bit surprised
at the transformation of Kristen's apartment from the party
the other day.  "Wow, the place has changed overnight."

    "That's what you get when you pay top dollar," Kristen
commented.

    Sherry didn't respond, but looked around.  She noticed
the king sized bed in the bedroom and blushed a bit.

    Kristen said, "Jim and I were thinking of using the spa,
today.  Do you want to join us?"

    "Spa?" Sherry asked.

    "We have a steam room, hot tub, and an indoor swimming
pool in the Solarium at the main house.  Next to it, there's
an exercise room.  Jim has been slacking off his workouts."

    "I don't have a bathing suit," Sherry said.

    Kristen smiled.  "Don't worry.  We don't use them."

    Sherry did a double take.  "Skinny dipping?"

    "Sherry," Kristen said softly.  "We invited Patty,
Camille, Patrice, and even Jim's sister Merry in that pool
before.  It's no big deal."

    "What about your parents?"

    Kristen smiled.  "Those are the house rules.  They won't
join in, though.  They wouldn't want to make anybody
uncomfortable."

    Sherry didn't seem comfortable, so Kristen decided to
change tack.  "I'm sorry, Sherry.  I didn't intend to
embarrass you.  I have a couple of decks of cards, including
a few Uno decks if you wish to play cards.  We also have
Pong, if you like video games."

    I noticed Sherry's eyes light up.  "I played Pong at the
department store.  It's neat.  You actually have one here?"

    "Sure," answered Kristen, who seemed happy to have gotten
over that bump in the road.  "And Uno is a card game that's
pretty fun with three people.  Jim likes it because he can
win against me occasionally."

    "Hey!" I protested.  The two girls ignored me, smirking.

    "That sounds like fun!" Sherry said, enthusiastically.

    "For lunch, Harry will bring us a pizza."

    "Who's Harry?" I asked Kristen, not familiar with that
name.

    "Edgar retired on Friday," Kristen said.  "He's worked
for my father for twenty years.  Harry is his replacement.
He used to work here, but left due to family problems.  He's
been on vacation since the beginning of summer and started
working full time yesterday."

    I laughed.  "I liked Edgar.  He seemed stuffy, but you
can tell after a while that it's just an act.  Kristen told
me that he also drove her father's car, but I never saw him
in a car yet."

    "Edgar was the chauffeur in title only," Kristen said.
"He just sat around the house for the most part.  Harry is
about ten years younger than Edgar is.  He's about sixty-five
and he actually does drive, if you need a lift."

    I hadn't realized how old Edgar was.

    The three of us hung out at Kristen's apartment that day
and we all had fun playing games.  Sherry learned that
Kristen was a sharp and ruthless card player, and quickly
switched to Uno on my recommendation.

    Patrice, Jack, and Doreen arrived that afternoon, and we
all found out that Kristen was ruthless at Monopoly as well.
It was nice seeing Patrice pretty much the way that I
remembered her a while ago as a friend.  I also found Doreen
to be a very nice person, although she was rather shy.  Jack
and I fell naturally into our old camaraderie.

    Kristen won Monopoly, despite Jack's and my attempt to
sort of ally against her.  It was futile; Kristen built an
empire on the early acquisition of the orange properties (St.
James Place, Tennessee Ave., and New York Ave.) that nobody
thought were too important.  She then slowly acquired higher
priced properties and she collected the rents as she built
houses and hotels as quick as she could.  Slowly but surely,
everybody else found themselves with less and less money and
property until Kristen was the obvious winner.

    I found Doreen to be an interesting person.  I saw her
give away Park Place to Jack in a very transparent way to
help us out (he went bankrupt despite her largess), and she
really seemed to be interested in Jack as a person.

    Jack, on the other hand, seemed to be fumbling along in
the love business (although I admit that I am not any
authority on that subject, then or even now!).  Still, when
he looked at Doreen when he didn't think she was looking at
him, you could see that he was completely smitten by her.

    I found myself happy for Jack and Doreen.  In a way, I
was responsible for the two of them getting together, and I
was glad that something came from it.  In another way,
however, I found myself reminded of Marla every time I'd look
at Doreen or Jack.  In addition, thinking of Marla brought on
those feelings of guilt that I felt during Merry's birthday
party.

    It was obvious to me that Kristen noticed how I felt, but
to her credit, she kept quiet and didn't say anything to
embarrass me.

    After Patrice drove Jack and Doreen home, I started
thinking again about the importance of friends.  Once I
started dating Kristen, I didn't try to keep track of Jack.
In retrospect, it's difficult.  Once you find the love of
your life, wouldn't any sane person want to spend every
waking moment loving her and doing things to let her know
that you really loved her?

    That day, I realized that the answer to that rhetorical
question was an emphatic "NO!" Yes, you spend time with the
love of your life and always let her know how you feel, but
you don't do it to the exclusion of all the other
relationships that you cultivated throughout your life.

    I spent about five years pissed off at Patrice, who
severed her friendship to me, apparently at the whim of
Kristen.  It now occurred to me that I did much the same
thing once I fell in love with Kristen.  I always thought
that I was better than that.  I never once suspected that I
could act that way, but it was true: once I found Kristen in
my life, I no longer felt a need to spend time with my old
friends like Jack.

    I could see that I was starting to act like an asshole.
I was glad I realized it without having somebody have to
shout it to me.  I firmly resolved that I would cherish all
the friendships that I cultivated, including the ones that
preceded my finding those "lucky tickets."

    The most difficult friendship would probably be Doreen.
I still knew that I did not do right by her cousin, and I
would have to get past that guilt before I could see Doreen
as anything other than a reminder of how much a jackass I
could be.

    My friendship with Sherry was another relationship that
would never be easy.  She was still infatuated with me.
Despite this, she patched up what could have been a
catastrophic rift between Kristen and me.  Despite her
feelings toward Kristen and me, she truly acted as a friend.
She would be a good example of how a friend should act.

    At dinnertime, Kristen drove Sherry and me back to our
houses.  I managed to give Sherry a quick kiss good-bye
before she left Kristen's car to go into her house.

    "She's starting to come out of her shell," Kristen said
when we were alone.  "She seems afraid to be with you when
I'm around."

    "I think she's doesn't want to be seen as trying to steal
me."

    Kristen nodded.

    We drove in silence, and Kristen said, "Have you packed
yet for Thanksgiving?"

    "We've got four weeks to pack!" I said.

    "Well, only pack one suitcase.  I'll have some of your
clothes from my place dry cleaned and pressed."

    Kristen and I were going to be flying into Boston to
celebrate Thanksgiving with Kristen's brother, Will.  Kristen
already received permission from my mother, to my extreme
surprise.  Up until this year, Thanksgiving was always a
family holiday, even during those difficult times when she
was married to my real father.

    "I've never been to Boston before," I said, thinking of
Paul Revere, the Boston Massacre, and other important events
in American history that happened there.

    "You'll love it," Kristen assured me.  "I bought Will an
apartment in Cambridge.  We'll go to Fanueil Hall, MIT,
Harvard, and all the other sights you'll want to see."

    "Will we have time alone?" I asked.

    "Of course, darling," Kristen answered.  "Will knows all
about us, and he already likes you.  He's already made
reservations at some nice places for when we'll be there."

    "Your brother sounds like a pretty neat guy," I said,
still feeling a bit of jealousy over Kristen's relationship
with her brother.

    Kristen didn't answer me.

    I still hadn't made up my mind about Will.  Kristen
assured me that Will was a close friend and confidante to
her, and I still felt a bit jealous over his sexual
relationship with his sister.

    Despite Kristen's assurances that I was her one and only
love, I still wondered if that would change when she met with
her brother again.  After all, they had a longer history
together; Kristen knew Will since she was born.  Will was
also Kristen's first and only sexual partner until I came
into her life.

    Then I thought about today.  I saw how Kristen invited
Sherry into her apartment.  She knew very well that Sherry
was still in love with me.  Despite that, Kristen invited
Sherry over and even suggested that the three of us go
skinny-dipping.  I knew that Kristen also had a jealous
streak.  If Kristen could be as graceful as that with Sherry,
then I might as well try to give Will at least the benefit of
the doubt.

    Kristen arrived at my house, and we kissed for a minute
or so in the moonlight.

    "I love you, Kris," I said.

    "I'll always love you, Jim," Kristen answered.

    I sighed.  Was I the luckiest person in the world, or
what?

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