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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 22--Senior Weekend IV

        If the sky above you,
        Grows dark and full of clouds,
        And that old north wind begins to blow.
        Keep your head together,
        And call my name out loud.
        Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door!
                -- You've Got A Friend (James Taylor/Carole King)


    Camille found me later and told me she realized, as
Kristen did, that June's announcement was an exaggeration.
She also knew the reason why, which surprised me.  Camille
was truly a smart person.

    Patty wouldn't look me in the eye, and when I tried to
approach her, she would move away.  She seemed to be truly
disappointed in me.

    Despite the fact that I knew Patty was mistaken, her
reaction still hurt me very much.  I hated having anybody be
disappointed in me, and Patty was... well, she was special.

    About an hour before we were going to start dinner, Patty
found me.  "Jim?  Can we talk alone?"

    I nodded.  "Where?"

    Patty looked around.  "I guess here is just as good as
anywhere.  I just realized you aren't sorry!  You're
disappointed, and not in yourself, but in me."

    "Huh?"

    "June is proud, but when you saw that I was angry, I
thought you'd feel sorry, just as you did in the pool," Patty
said.  "I just realized that you weren't sorry at all.  You
were disappointed, and now I realize that you're disappointed
in me.  Why is that?"

    "I don't know, Patty," I said, remembering my promise not
to spoil June's announcement.  "Why don't you read my mind
and tell me?  You know how I feel, tell me why I feel this
way."

    Patty looked at me strangely.  "I can not read your mind,
Jim.  I just know how you feel.  You feel disappointment, and
I can't figure out why."

    "Why would I be disappointed in you, Patty?" I asked.

    Patty tried to work it out.  "I was angry at you for
taking June's virginity.  You are disappointed in me for
being angry.  Why is that?"

    "What if I told you that Archy gave his permission?"

    Patty nodded.  "I assumed it, because I know that Tiny
and Kristen were in the master bedroom and she told them.
You walked out, and the fact that you still have your balls,
which I'm just assuming, by the way, means that Tiny isn't
angry.  Another puzzle."

    I shrugged.

    "I'm angry; you're disappointed.  Kristen isn't jealous,
but she hasn't been jealous at all during this weekend, so
she may have expected it.  June would definitely give it to
you.  Tiny loves you as a brother, and gives his permission.
There's something wrong with these facts."

    Patty saw Camille coming out of the water.  Camille
smiled at me.

    "Hmm... Camille knows, and she would be even angrier,
since Lynette and she are very protective of all the
cheerleaders.  They aren't angry!" Patty said, continuing to
work the puzzle.

    There was a few minutes' pause, and then, "Oh!  I
understand now.  I'm truly sorry, Jim!"

    "Huh?"

    "Your secret is safe with me, Jim," Patty said, smiling.

    "What secret?"

    "You want people to think you're a scoundrel so they
don't think you're some sort of God!"

    I laughed.  Patty definitely had a way of looking into
your soul.  She just seemed to get confused when she was
intentionally misled, as was the case with June.

    "I should be angry at June, but I don't think I can do
that.  Is she the new Pussy Slave?" Patty asked.

    "That was her idea, Patty.  Now, I am thinking that I
might regret that."

    Patty laughed.  "Old truism, Jim: be careful what you
wish for.  I would think that you would have learned that by
now."

    I laughed with Patty.  I was very glad Patty was no
longer disappointed in me.  I don't know if I could have
lived with myself if she was.

    Still, there was something a bit scary about Patty.

    "What's scaring you, Jim?" Patty asked.

    See what I mean?  "You, Patty.  You are so attuned to my
feelings, it's fucking scary!"

    Patty laughed, and I finally joined her.

* * *

    Everybody started to congregate near the hot tub room
about eleven thirty that night.

    Kristen and I were relaxing in the hot tub, with Archy,
June, Lynette, Camille, Wendy, Gerry, Jill, and Roy all
lounging with us.  Of course, this wasn't exciting enough to
suit Kristen's tastes.  Lynette and June were nude, as were
Camille, Kristen, and I.

    June moved over toward me and hugged me tightly.  I
hugged her back.  Kristen whispered something into Lynette's
ear, and she smiled and moved over and sat on Archy's lap.
Camille and Kristen were hugging one another as well.

    I looked around the hot tub and noticed Wendy and Gerry
as well as Jill and Roy sitting a little bit closer together
with their hands safely hidden under the water.  Kristen
wasn't satisfied.  She turned to me and said, "We need a way
to differentiate between the two Pussy Slaves, Jim."

    I turned to June and said, "Do you have a name that we
can call you other than Pussy Slave?"

    June didn't pause a moment.  "Cunt Whore."

    A few of the girls' jaws dropped as June said that.
Archy actually coughed in surprise, but Lynette moved her
face over to Archy's and smothered him with kisses.

    "Does that meet with your approval?" I asked Kristen.

    Jackie and Steve showed up, and were astonished at the
nudity around the hot tub.

    Kristen said, "For your information, the Pussy Slave that
we used to call June is now known as Cunt Whore by her own
request."

    Again, this was met with utter shock.

    Jackie and Steve entered the hot tub, and everybody
positioned themselves into the tub.

    I saw Roy remove Jill's bikini top.  Gerry decided to do
the same for Wendy, and Steve fumbled as he undid Jackie's
bikini.  It was apparent that Steve was a bit inebriated.
There was a sign advising against using the hot tub while
intoxicated, but Steve either didn't see it or ignored it.  I
didn't hear him slurring his words or see him exhibiting any
of the signs that I learned to recognize from my father, so I
ignored it as well.  I now realized that he was probably the
same way the previous night, although I was a bit distracted
by the events happening at the previous party.

    June distracted me by giving me a slow, leisurely hand
job.  I had my fingers between her legs, and was slowly
manipulating her clitoris, which was rock hard.  The look of
pure pleasure on June's face was priceless.

    Afterward, Lynette wiggled away from Archy and moved
toward Kristen and Camille.

    "May I ask my Mistress if I can act as Mistress of
Ceremonies for tonight's party, or does my Mistress wish that
Camille take over for the Pussy Slave?"

    "During this Twelve Party, and the one tomorrow, you may
be Lynette, but you will not wear clothing," Kristen answered.

    "Thank you, Kristen," Lynette said, getting out of her
Pussy Slave role.

    "This goes for you, June," I said to June.  I really
couldn't bring myself to call June a "cunt whore" in front of
others.

    June sighed and gave me a big kiss, and then swam over to
Archy while Lynette moved into the center of the tub.

    Lynette announced, "Tonight's Twelve Party will feature
all the women who haven't been a victim yet.  This means
Wendy, Patty, Jill, Kristen, June, and Jackie."

    Apparently, the rest of the boys would be victims for the
final Twelve Party on Sunday.

    As victims, the girls who still wore bikini bottoms
removed theirs before being asked, having understood that
part of the Twelve Party procedure.

    "Good work, girls," Lynette said, pleased that things
were going smoothly.  "I wish to ask the partners of the
participants if anybody has any restriction to what their
girlfriends should be allowed to do, other than fucking?"

    Nobody spoke up.

    "Very well," Lynette said.  "How about our victims?  Any
restrictions?"

    Jackie and Jill looked nervous, but neither said anything.

    "This is indeed interesting," Lynette said.  "Among the
victims, anybody object to same sex oral activity?"

    Jackie raised her hand.  Jill noticed this and raised
hers as well.

    "All right, that's quite fair," Lynette said.  "How about
hugging, kissing, and cuddling?"

    Neither girl seemed to have an objection to that.

    "We seem to have a consensus, and it means hugging,
kissing, and cuddling the victims by other girls is allowed.
We'll exclude oral sex for sanitary reasons.  Understand?"

    Everybody nodded.

    Lynette smiled.  "Camille, we have six victims and eight
players.  Would you mind acting as a victim to make the
numbers work?"

    "Of course," Camille said.  She was already nude, so
there was nothing to take off.

    "All right, we have seven victims and seven players.
Tonight's game is called 'Ten Minutes of Heaven.' All players
and victims will be nude." This elicited surprised gasps from
most of the boys.  "In addition, since no partners objected
to anything, the rule is, 'if your victim allows it, it's
fine.' That includes touching, hugging, feeling, kissing, and
whatever the two of you do.  After ten minutes, you need to
pick another victim that you haven't played with."

    I saw most of the boys trying to surreptitiously remove
their bathing suits.

    Lynette added, "One final rule: Partners may not play.
That means, Jim gets everybody but Kristen, I get everybody
but Camille, and so forth."

    This was met by disappointed sounds.

    Lynette ignored them.  "I have a kitchen timer here, that
will be our official signal." Lynette placed it near the hot
tub and wound it to ten minutes.  "Players, choose your
victims!"

    I wanted to save June for last, so I went to Camille
first.  Since I did just about everything already with
Camille, there wasn't much I needed to get agreement about.
We just kissed, and we playfully rubbed each other.  After
June's extensive workout on my dick earlier that day, I
wasn't getting too hard.  I didn't mind it, and the two of us
took the ten minutes as a way to relax and just have fun and
cuddle.

    All too soon, the timer bell went off, and Lynette
yelled, "Switch!" as she rewound the timer.

    Next to Camille was Jill, who was Roy's date and also a
cheerleader I introduced him to.  Since Archy just left her,
she was available so I quickly moved to her.

    "Hi, Jim," Jill said sweetly.  "What do you want?"

    "A kiss and maybe a hug.  You can do whatever you want
with me, but you'd have to be a magician in order to get a
rise out of me.  Between last night and today, I think I've
hit my maximum."

    Jill giggled, and she grabbed my organ to see if I was
fooling.

    I wasn't fooling, but Jill didn't take it personally, and
we spent our time together just hugging and kissing.  Again,
it was an enjoyable ten minutes.

    The timer went off.  "Switch!"

    Everybody found themselves working in a counter clockwise
fashion.  It seemed to be the least confusing for everybody
concerned.  Of course, some people needed to be skipped when
they were partners, but that was easy and consistent.

    Jackie was next.  I told her the same thing I told Jill
about attempting the rouse the dead.  Jackie was happy to
just hug and kiss, but she whispered to me at one point, "I'm
sorry about Steve.  I didn't know he was such an asshole."

    Actually, Steve's behavior had been irritating me quite a
bit, but I held my tongue, being the host.  Even so, the fact
that he smuggled cases of beer into a party that everybody
had been told in advance would be strictly "no alcohol" was
inexcusable.  I had no idea how to deal with Steve without
causing a scene, and as one of the youngest people at the
party, I felt uncomfortable about doing that.

    "Not a federal crime," I whispered back, hiding my anger.

    "I guess not, but I'm sorry just the same.  Tell Kristen
for me."

    "I will, Jackie."

    Lynette called out, "SWITCH!"

    I swam over Kristen toward Wendy.  "Miss Knockers, I
presume!"

    Wendy laughed.  "That's better than Winny Baygos," she
said.

    "Who called you that?"

    "Camille, at my birthday party.  She got me a bra that
must have been a 44 triple Z!"

    I laughed.  Wendy, being big bosomed, was always teased
about her breast size.  However, she realized that a lot of
that teasing was based in jealousy, and she made jokes with
the people instead of allowing herself to be laughed at.  It
was a great attitude for somebody like her to have.

    "Do you mind just hugging and cuddling, Wendy?" I asked.

    "You just want these knockers pressed against your body.
The Great and Powerful Oogie is just like all the other guys,
huh?"

    "I guess so," I admitted.  "I just hugged and cuddled
with everybody else so far."

    "Oh?" Wendy said.  She hadn't realized that.

    Another hug and cuddle later, "SWITCH!" and next was
Patty.

    Patty and I didn't say much.  We just hugged and cuddled,
and Patty even moaned during our kiss, even though I hadn't
tried to get her excited.  Once again, I envisioned Patty
with her red hair splayed out on my lap as she gave me a blow
job, and lo and behold, blood started to flow into my penis.

    "SWITCH!" came all too soon, but my final victim was the
one that I saved for last: June.

    "Hey, Jim!" June said, smiling.

    "Cunt Whore?" I whispered.  "Where did that come from?"

    June winced.  "It just flew into my head.  I think I
wanted to shock Kristen, but I don't think that I did."

    "Kristen is hard to shock," I admitted.  "I bet you're
sorry now."

    "Who managed to get that thing up?" June asked, noticing
my almost-erection.

    "One of the girls," I said, not wishing to violate
Patty's trust, since not too many people knew that we were
once sexual partners.

    "Must be a psychic.  I figured you'd need a Ouija Board
in order to hear from that guy again."

    I laughed.  Patty was almost psychic, though.

    "Hug and cuddle?" I asked.

    "Sure, Oogie," June answered.  "Tomorrow, though, you get
a blow job in the living room and I don't care who watches!
I want everybody to know that I have you in my power!"

    I winced.  "I thought you were supposed to be the Pussy
Slave," I said.

    "Nope.  I'm Cunt Whore now, remember?"

    Once again I laughed.

    We hugged.  We cuddled.

    All the sexual activity over the last 48 hours caught up
to me.  As June was pressing her body into mine, I fell
asleep.

* * *

    I dreamed that there was a blood-sucking vampire drinking
me dry through my penis.

    I woke up and felt two lips on my cock.

    "No!" I yelled, still half in my dream.

    "I felt that," June said, softly.

    "Where is everybody?" I asked, looking around.  I was out
of the hot tub and on one of the wood slat benches that
followed the walls of the room.  There were folded towels
under my head to cushion me.

    "They left.  I'm supposed to bring you back to the master
bedroom, and not to leave your side.  Kristen's orders.  Or,
should I say, Mistress' orders!"

    "You're Cunt Whore again?" I asked, still not completely
awake.

    "Yeah.  It's like, three thirty in the morning."

    "I must have been tired," I said, yawning.

    June nodded.  "Everybody was worried, but Patty told
everybody you were just exhausted.  Everybody left.  Archy
and Kristen are in our bedroom, so I get you tonight!"

    "June..."

    "Cunt Whore, Master."

    "June," I insisted, "I can sleep alone.  You go and sleep
with Archy.  If Kristen's asleep, send her into our room when
she wakes up."

    "Kristen's probably not asleep, since she brought Lyn...
Pussy Slave with her.  I told Kristen your suggestion
about... you know... teaching Archy?"

    "I still would prefer to sleep alone."

    "Can't do that, Master.  Mistress told me to take you to
bed and not leave your side.  Her order was first, and
therefore, it's the one I follow."

    "Who made up that rule?"

    "Cunt Whore did, Master!"

    I sighed.  "All right, but no blow jobs!"

    "No promises, Master."

    I sighed once again.

    June helped me up from the bench, and started to lead me
out of the room.  As we were about to pass the shower, I
remembered the previous morning, when Lynette, Camille,
Kristen, and I fooled around in there.  Since I was no longer
very groggy, I pushed June until she realized my destination.

    I started a warm shower, and soaped June down.  Looking
at the contrast between the white lather and June's chocolate
skin actually turned me on.

    June also seemed to like it when I soaped her ass, and I
rubbed my dick along the crack in her ass as I soaped her
breasts from behind.

    "How do you do it, Master?" June asked.

    "Do what?"

    "Just when I think I enjoyed the best Oogie sex
experience, you show me a new way to top it.  I'm so close to
an orgasm right now, that if you were to just..."

    June was interrupted by one of my fingers suddenly moving
south to touch her clit.  "Oh, FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!"

    I continued to rub my soapy finger onto June's magic
spot.  "FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!" she chanted.

    June was vocal, and she loved swearing.  The echoes in
the shower room probably woke up the entire group.  I was in
for a penny, might as well be in for a pound, I figured.

    June tried to squeeze her legs together to keep me from
rubbing her.  However, the soap on my finger, combined with
her copious natural lubrication, allowed my finger to
continue to move back and forth unabated.  As June's first
orgasm started to fade, another rose to take its place.

    "FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!"

    With the hand I was using to play with her nipple, I
pulled June's face toward mine and kissed her.

    "OOMPH!"

    It took a couple of minutes, but June's orgasm finally
started to subside once again.  June physically moved away
from me to escape my fingers.

    She stood underneath the shower droplets, her breath
panting.  She was no longer shouting, and seemed to be
willing herself to be calm.

    "You, Mister, are a demon sent from hell to torment
innocent young virgins!"

    I laughed.  "An innocent young virgin named Cunt Whore?"

    "In less than a day, you've got me addicted to you!"

    "I'll tell you what, June..."

    "Cunt Whore," June corrected.

    "June," I said, sternly.  "Any time you feel that you
want to be a little nasty, especially after Archy goes off to
college, just show up at our apartment.  Whether you want to
be Cunt Whore or June, it's your choice.  Stay as long as you
want, and I'll be there for you.  This is not just an offer
for sex, but if you need a place to study, or want to relax
with a game of pool, or to use Kristen's family's Solarium
with a pool, hot tub, and steam room.  Even if you just want
to read a book in the living room and listen to records.
Stay an hour or a week.  If you want sex, Kristen, Lynette,
and I will be around and we'll make it as romantic or as
nasty as you want it."

    June's eyes were wide opened.  "Is that for real?"

    "It's basically what Kris offered Lynette--Pussy Slave.
I don't want a slave.  I want a friend.  I don't mind
cuddling with you... I told you earlier that I think you are
really cuddly.  If Kristen wants Lynette, then I want you.  I
think I get the prettier one."

    "I'm definitely not prettier than Lynette!" June laughed.
"You really want me?"

    I pulled June to me and pushed her once again against the
wall of the shower.  My cock resumed its place in the crack
of her ass, and my soapy fingers once again were on her
breasts from behind.  "I want you like THIS," I said.  "I
want you coming so much and so often, you will be afraid to
visit us.  I want you to yell out so loud, the police will
want to find the girl that is being tortured.  I want you to
know the enjoyment of sexual fulfillment, even if it doesn't
mean actual fucking.  However, if you agree to this, then
after tomorrow, your virginity is mine to take or to let you
have, as I choose.  Neither Kristen nor Pussy Slave can take
it, and neither can Archy, unless it is your wedding night.
You offer me that, and I'll take you places that even I
haven't been."

    "Why me?"

    "Because you are cute, you are a cheerleader, you are
wonderful, and you are June."

    "OK."

    "OK?"

    "I'll be your Cunt Whore.  You have possession of my
virginity.  Take it or leave it with me, I don't care."

    "I won't accept it tonight, June," I said, softly.  "The
first day you come to our apartment will be the day that I
accept it."

    "You won't have a free weekend for the rest of your life,
Master," June said, softly.

    "Don't promise anything you cannot deliver.  You may not
want it every weekend.  I want you when you feel a need to
step outside to be somewhere that you might be afraid to go,
and you want me there to hold your hand.  When you need to
relinquish all control to somebody else.  At all other times,
I want you to be June, the wonderful cute girl that I fell in
love with that is in love with Archy."

    June nodded.

    "If you want to be Cunt Whore, then it's your name, but I
won't call you that.  You are not my slave, and you are not a
whore.  You are my June."

    June now looked at me as if I was crazy.

    "One other promise.  I will love you.  I will love you in
a way different than any other.  I won't love you the same
way that I love Kristen, but I will still love you.  Kristen
has more than one lover; there is no reason why I can't have
somebody else other than just Kristen."

    "You are scaring me."

    "I think I might be very tired, June," I said, softly.
"I think my mind might have been thinking too many things at
once.  I do know that I want you; I love you, and I want you
to be mine.  I don't want a wife, since I have Kristen for
that.  I just want somebody... somebody that I can have fun
with, and know that I have Kristen's permission to do so.
The day before you marry will be the last day you can be that
person for me."

    June nodded.

    "Now, bend over and grab your knees," I said.

    "Why?"

    "Do you trust me?" I asked.

    June assumed the position.

    Five minutes later, June's howls were once again heard
throughout the house as I rubbed my cock along the folds of
her slit, feeling the head of my cock pressing against her
clit again and again.

* * *

    I woke up to the loveliest black face smiling at me.

    "Hi, June," I said, automatically.

    "Cunt Whore," June reminded me.

    "June."

    "How do you do it, Master?"

    Huh?  "Do what?"

    "Even when you're sleeping, I love you.  You made me the
most outrageous offer last night.  You want me to be your
girlfriend on the side.  Any girl in her right mind would
slap your face.  You have me thinking it's an offer too good
to refuse.  How do you do that?"

    I shrugged.  "I was a bit out of my mind last night,
June.  I think it was lack of sleep." Not to mention too much
sex!

    "I'm in bed with you, and for the last hour, I've been
staring at your sleeping face.  You haven't touched me, and I
haven't touched myself, but I'm completely sopped between my
legs."

    "I'll have to do something about that," I said, moving my
hand downward.

    "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" June screamed, playfully.
"Three orgasms yesterday, three more this morning.  You will
wear me out."

    "I think that makes up for two blow jobs in one day.
Archy tells me that he worries about two in two days."

    June giggled.  "He usually has problems with two in a
single week.  He says that I'm insatiable."

    "Let me help satiate you."

    "Don't you dare!" June said, grabbing my hand before it
went further.

    "Would you like to do something nasty?"

    "Not right now!" June giggled.

    "Here's a fun suggestion.  Tomorrow is Monday.  It's
usually Cut-Out day, but I'll be in school.  I want you
there, too.  In fourth period, meet me in the music room.
Cut class if you have to, but meet me there."

    "Why?"

    "Just do it."

    "Will you give me an orgasm there?" June asked.

    "At least one."

    "Why the music room?"

    I giggled.  "I'd like to test out how soundproof the
practice rooms are."

    June shook her head.  "How do you do that?" she
whispered, mostly to herself.

    I kissed her warm, wonderful face.

    Her eyes closed, and her tongue readily entered my mouth.

    Having her distracted, my hand reached its destination.

    June broke the kiss and whispered, "Oh, shit!"

    The whispers didn't last long.

    June's swears could be heard echoing throughout the house.

* * *

    At breakfast, June was sitting nude next to Archy.  She
had the biggest smile on her face as she looked at me.

    Archy finished his food, and got up.  He walked to where
I was and said, "May I speak with you in private?"

    "Sure," I said.

    In my bedroom, Archy said, "June and I had a long talk."

    I nodded.  I told June to let Archy know everything up
front.  I told her to tell him her reasons for wanting, but
that Archy has veto power.  I might be the one to help June
explore her dark side, but Archy was June's future.

    "I also talked to Kristen last night."

    I hadn't known that.

    "She described Lynette in a way very similar to how June
described herself.  Lynette was fucking there licking
Kristen, and Kristen talked about her as if she wasn't even
there.  It was amazing.  Lynette could fuck the entire
football team--she probably has most of them, since I knew
the rules about Lynette and Camille.  She still wants to be
with Kristen.  She yearns for it.  Now I see it with June and
you."

    I shook my head.  "June isn't truly in love with me the
same way Lynette is in love with Kristen."

    "I know that.  I saw last night that Lynette feels
something the way I feel for June.  June sees you as... I
don't know... a teacher?"

    I nodded at this.  "Yeah, that's more like it."

    "I never thought that I'd say this, but... you can have
my girlfriend."

    "I don't want your girlfriend, Archy."

    "Huh?"

    "June is your future, and you are her future.  June is
like a little girl in a candy shop.  Everything she sees
seems wonderful.  I asked her to let me control her
virginity, but I only did that so that everything we do
together has a touch of danger to it... could this be the
time I take it?"

    Archy nodded at this.

    I continued.  "You, on the other hand, are the one she
loves, passionately and completely.  I may get affection from
her, and that's fine with me.  I have Kristen for the rest.
I enjoy that cute, lovable, and playful kid that's inside
June and has been afraid to come out until this weekend.
This kid may never be that way with you, because it would
undermine the fact that the two of you want to be equals in a
caring relationship."

    "Kristen said something like that," Archy said.

    "June sees me as this... knight in shining armor.  The
one that enlisted the man she loves to help defend the honor
of a few of her fellow cheerleaders.  I've been told by too
many people that nearly everybody in school thinks that I'm
perfect.  Well, I'm tired of being perfect.  I want to be
seen as less than perfect.  I want to have an outlet for this
savage beast that Kristen discovered within me.  June is that
perfect person.  I love her in my own way, and I also am very
close friends with the person she intends to marry.  I see a
sexual powerhouse within her that she's afraid to unleash."

    "Kristen never said that."

    "Kristen doesn't understand the pressure that I feel
every time my music teacher gives me an assignment.  It can't
be just another one like the others.  People keep on
expecting more, more, more.  This year the musical was _Music
Man_.  I have no idea what next year's will be, but I
wouldn't be surprised if news networks don't cover it.  Do
you understand that kind of pressure, Archy?"

    "Yes, I do."

    "You do?" I asked, not expecting that answer.

    "A linebacker that has a number of regional records and
state records?  A wrestler who has never lost a match?  Do
you want to talk to me about pressure?"

    "I'm sorry, Archy.  You're right," I said with a sigh.
"I'm really sorry.  It's just that Patty pointed out a few
things to me when I was feeling down on myself yesterday.  I
didn't see that what I'm going through might happen to
others.  It seems so weird to me."

    "Jim, you're sixteen fucking years old, and already
you're one of the most popular guys in school.  You have June
wanting you to call her Cunt Whore, and she loves it."

    "Listen, I'll understand if you don't want to be a part
of it..."

    "I do.  I owe you so much, Jim," Archy said.  "In half a
school year, you've taught me to sight-read music.  You've
taught me technique on the trumpet that my uncle never
suspected, and people considered my uncle great.  You went
from being a person that people whispered about to being my
closest friend and now my girlfriend's lover.  June told me
she wanted to give you her virginity, and I said, 'OK!' She
came back after yelling as if the devil's got her soul and
told me that you took it and showed me your sperm between her
legs and how she's now your slave!  And I still think I owe
you more!"

    "What is wrong with everybody?" I asked, mostly to myself.

    "Nobody knows how to handle you, Jim.  Kristen might be
close, but even when you start acting weird, you are nice
about it.  You have my girlfriend calling herself your whore,
but you make sure she enjoys it more than I could make her
enjoy being my girlfriend.  Then June tells Kristen to have
Lynette teach me how to please a woman.  That was you
speaking, June would never think of that!"

    "She did," I said.

    "No, Jim," Archy said, shaking his head.  "The June that
I knew a couple of days ago at the Prom would never have
thought it.  You've turned her into something... more.  You
didn't take anything from her.  You gave her--are giving
her--everything that she never even knew she wanted.  And in
return, I get more than what was there when you started with
her.  I thought I had everything... a girl who loves me and
who is wonderful when we play together."

    Archy shook his head.  "You took her, and in less than a
day, she is now a woman that will demand more from me until I
learn how to give it.  I am a little scared at what you will
make her, but I know in the end she will be mine, and only
mine.  And, after we're married, June will spend years
teaching me everything that she has learned from you, and
when she looks at me, she won't be seeing you, she'll be
seeing me.  I know that because I know you, and I know June."

    I shrugged.

    "You know, at first, when June suggested having Lynette
show me how a girl pleases another girl, I was angry.  The
nerve of you, thinking that I needed fucking lessons!  I
couldn't stay angry at you, though.  After all, the entire
school knows how much you and Kristen are in love.  Everybody
notices the way that two of you look at each other.  The two
of you host this wonderful party here on the lake, and then
literally give each other to everybody."

    "Yeah.  It's kind of weird, huh?"

    Archy laughed.  "So, I watched Lynette.  I never saw two
girls do it before, except for the kissing and cuddling in
the hot tub.  Believe me, it was sexy.  I watched, and then I
noticed something.  When I play around with June, it's just
that.  Playing around.  Lynette wasn't playing around.  She
took her time.  That was the difference.  There's no magical
touch or secret handshake.  It's just going slower and not
rushing.  If I hadn't been looking, if I let my anger cloud
my thinking, I wouldn't have learned."

    I smiled.  Pleasing a woman isn't rocket science.

    Archy continued.  "When I did Kristen this morning, it
was much different.  Kristen enjoyed it--I could tell it was
much better than before--she even sent Lynette out of the
room!"

    This was more information than I wanted.  "I understand,
Archy."

    "That's it!  I understand, too!  June isn't Kristen.
June might give the world's greatest blow jobs, but Kristen
is completely different.  I don't share that love you have
with her.  I realize it's the same with June and you.  That's
why I'm telling you, you have my permission to teach June
whatever you think she wants to learn.  I know that June is
mine, if she'll have me.  I know that you will teach June,
the same way Lynette taught me.  Even after one day, I
already have something more with June."

    I yawned.  I hadn't gotten much sleep the previous nights.

    Archy laughed.  "Take care of June for me.  I know you
won't hurt her, so I won't even insult you by threatening
you.  I'll ask her to let me know when she's with you so I
don't embarrass her by showing up at her house when she's not
there.  I have no idea what she'll tell her mother."

    "Can I make a request of you, Archy?" I said, stifling
another yawn.

    "Anything, Jim."

    "Can you let her blow you today?  I think if she were to
try, my body would cave in on itself."

    Archy laughed again.  "The old June would have only
wanted to do it maybe twice a week.  You unleashed a monster
within June.  You will have to learn to live with her.  After
all, eventually, I'm the one that will have to learn to deal
with her after we're married."

    June and Archy spent some "quality time" on their own
that morning.  I don't know what they did, but I heard June
reach a couple of loud orgasms.

* * *

    The final Twelve party was in the swimming pool.
Everybody nude, and just hanging around in and out of the
water.  People hugged and fondled, and everybody enjoyed one
another.

    It was a fun way to say "good-bye" after a wonderful
weekend.

    Before people started leaving, Lynette and Camille told
everybody that this weekend was between us, and not to go
spreading stories about what happened at the villa.

    Of course, we knew that the younger students who weren't
graduating might whisper about some of the stranger things
that went on, but we told them we trusted their discretion.

    After most of the people left, and Lynette, Camille,
Kristen, and I stripped all the beds and put the dirty linens
into a pile in the middle of the living room floor.  The
owners would have a laundry service come in, pick up the
linens, clean them, and put the place back in order.  We were
just making things easier for them.

    We went from room to room, straightening things up to the
way they were when we got there and collecting garbage.
Kristen called the owner before we left, and he was impressed
with the condition of the place when he came over.  He left
us an open invitation to return whenever we wanted to do so.

* * *

    Lynette and Camille drove back with us, intending to
spend the night at our apartment.

    When we got there, Kristen revealed a surprise for all of
us.  In one of the "unfinished" rooms downstairs, Kristen
arranged for a communal shower to be installed.  It's
location was perfect for connecting to the existing plumbing,
and the Swift's "do everything" man, Harry, had overseen the
work.  It seems when Kristen is willing to pay whatever it
takes to get a job done fast, people can work miracles!

    Although I hoped I would get an early night and some
needed sleep, the girls dragged me in to christen our new
shower with a repeat performance of what we did after the
first midnight Twelve party.

    There's something about soap against a woman's skin,
grazing your fingers over slippery nipples, rubbing a finger
or two within warm slits, all the while having warm water
pounding on your body...

    Even Kristen's oral talents couldn't get much from me.
Instead of being disappointed, she said, "Poor baby, did Cunt
Whore wear you out?"

    I simply nodded.  Having June around, even if it would
only be occasionally, would be a lot of work.

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