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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 32--Parental Advice

        If only I could find a way,
        To feel your sweetness through the day.
        The love that shines around me could be mine.
        So give us an answer, won't you?
        We know what we have to do,
        There must be a thousand voices
        Trying... to get through.
                -- Lord, Is it Mine? (Supertramp)


    June's note, which had been to Kristen and Lynette, also
said that she'd be over the next morning to pick me up, and
we'd be able to pick up Merry for the initiation on Saturday.

    I knew that I'd miss not having June around that day, but
in reality, I was very happy that I'd be able to spend some
quality time alone with Lynette and Kristen.  I had a lot of
making up to do with Lynette, who I had blown up at the
previous night.

    Kristen started to undress me after Lynette went into the
kitchen to cook my pancakes.  In the meantime, Kristen sat on
my lap and fed me from her own plate.

    "Is this June's recipe?" I called out to Lynette.

    "Yeah," Lynette replied, "it's her mother's.  You seemed
to like them when June made them."

    "They're great!" I said before Kristen shoveled another
forkful into my mouth.

    I found Lynette's fork and I used it to feed Kristen
while she was feeding me.  Of course, the entire process of
feeding each other just made for a mess, but we were enjoying
ourselves.

    When Lynette came out of the kitchen with my plate, she
noticed that both Kristen and I had purple stains on our
faces from the blueberries and whipped cream in quite a lot
of places that indicated that our aim wasn't always
intentionally correct.

    Lynette giggled as she saw the two of us, and went back
into the kitchen.  When she returned, she was carrying a
plastic tablecloth for the table.  She unfolded the
tablecloth and placed it on the living room floor.

    Next, Lynette came over to where Kristen and I were still
feeding each other, and simply picked Kristen up from my lap.
She carried my blonde Goddess over to the outstretched
tablecloth and placed her in the middle.

    "Stay there," Lynette told Kristen.

    Lynette crooked her finger to me, indicating that I was
to get up, and at the same time, she picked up the plate she
just took out of the kitchen.  Without warning, Lynette
dumped the pancakes onto Kristen's belly.

    "Ow!" Kristen yelled as the warm pancakes hit her body.

    "There," Lynette said, satisfied.  "You want a mess?
Let's eat breakfast off Kristen!"

    Despite Kristen's initial cry of surprise, apparently the
pancakes weren't too hot for her skin.

    I laughed, and got myself a fork and a butter knife and
squatted next to Kristen.  I tenderly cut a piece of a
pancake and fed it to Kristen.

    "Hmm," Kristen said, enjoying her bite.

    I wasn't prepared when Lynette came over to the other
side of Kristen and started pouring the expensive blueberry
syrup generously over Kristen's body, hitting her breasts,
her legs, her face, and a little on the actual pancakes.  She
put the syrup back on the dining room table and then went
back to where Kristen was and started smearing the syrup all
over her body, before starting to lick it off lightly from
Kristen's nearest breast.

    I got the idea, and joined Lynette on the other breast.

    Kristen moaned occasionally, enjoying Lynette and I
double teaming her on her breasts.

    I got another great idea, and hopped off Kristen and ran
into the kitchen, returning with the whipped cream canister.
I told Kristen to open her mouth, and I sprayed some of the
foamy substance into her mouth.  I then stuck my tongue into
her mouth as the two of us wrestled our tongues together,
trying to get as much of the whipped cream into our own
mouths and stealing it from the other's.

    Once the cream was melted to nothingness, I got the
canister again and once again squirted some into Kristen's
mouth.  This time, however, instead of sticking my tongue
into Kristen's mouth, I fed her my cock.

    "Hmm," Kristen moaned, and I saw her lips smile around my
shaft.  The texture inside Kristen's mouth was quite unique,
being much squishier and a bit cooler than usual.  I started
to move my dick in and out, and saw the cream sticking on my
shaft.

    I looked back at Lynette, and saw that she took one of
the pancakes and used it to "paint" Kristen with the syrup,
so that her skin was a light purple from the tops of her legs
to her breasts.

    Kristen started actively sucking me, and I started to
come.  I sent the first spurt into Kristen's mouth, and then
pulled out and sent the remainder over Kristen's purple body.

    Lynette giggled at what I did, and took the whipped cream
can and added a spurt of whipped cream here and there to
finish her masterpiece.

    I looked at Lynette, and without saying a word, the two
of us each took possession of one of Kristen's legs.  We
started at her toes, and tried to suck them clean, ignoring
Kristen's squirming responses.

    The two of us worked our way slowly up Kristen's legs,
pausing at various erogenous zones for extra attention.

    When I got to Kristen's crotch, I couldn't notice the
bruising, mostly because it was camouflaged by the extra
blueberry syrup that Lynette deposited there.  I gave Kristen
a very light lick there, and I heard a soft groan as my
tongue hit a tender spot.  I tried elsewhere, and found that
Kristen's erect clit wasn't tender, and my Goddess seemed to
enjoy my tongue there.

    I pulled my head up and whispered to Lynette, "Kris's
clit isn't hurt."

    "I know," Lynette whispered back.  "I found that out last
night."

    "Oh."

    Lynette and I moved toward Kristen's pubic hair, and as
we licked, our tongues would occasionally intertwine.  After
the first time this happened, Lynette and I made it a point
to lick at each other as we continued licking the syrup and
whipped cream from Kristen.

    I came upon one of my own spurts just below Kristen's
belly button, and I licked it up.  I then moved over to
Kristen and stuck my tongue into her mouth, allowing her to
savor my semen.

    Lynette saw what I did, and stared at the two of us.
After a moment, she smiled.  Thereafter, whenever either of
us would come across any of the semen that I shot on
Kristen's body, we'd lick it up and feed it to Kristen while
deeply kissing her.

    There was a spurt of mine that seemed to reach between
both of Kristen's breasts.  Lynette and I scooped up what we
could together, and then, grinning at one another, we both
deposited the (admittedly mostly dry) semen together, both of
our tongues squirming in Kristen's mouth.  Kristen's tongue
moved from mine to Lynette's and back.  It was a tight fit,
and it may have been uncomfortable to Kristen, but there
weren't any complaints.

    For the coup de grace, once Kristen was relatively clean,
Lynette pulled me so that I was kneeling at Kristen's head.
Kristen tried to move her head up to lick my cock, but
Lynette kept moving her head down.

    Instead, Lynette moved down, and started sucking my dick,
very slowly, right over Kristen's mouth.

    Kristen's eyes were wide, and her attention was riveted
on my cock moving slowly in and out of Lynette's mouth.  With
all the stimulation that I received licking the syrup,
whipped cream, semen, and bits of pancake from Kristen's
body, I once again erupted into Lynette's sucking mouth.

    When I was spent, I pulled away, expecting Lynette and
Kristen to share a deep kiss.

    Instead, Lynette kept her face hovering about six inches
over Kristen's mouth, and then she opened her lips and
allowed my semen to fall out of them, down into Kristen's
mouth.

    The scene was quite erotic to me; I knew that I and
others shared semen with Kristen in the past, but this was
the first time that there was a visual factor to add to my
knowledge.

    After Lynette's mouth was empty, she moved down and
kissed Kristen deeply.

    The three of us lay on the tablecloth, pretty much beat.

    "We're a mess," Kristen noticed.

    "There's a shower downstairs," I pointed out.

    "NO NOZZLES TODAY!" Kristen said.

    We all laughed, and Lynette and I helped Kristen down the
stairs.

* * *

    Let me tell you.  Kristen and Lynette are quite capable
of making a guy feel forgiven, and I did my best to make them
feel loved.  After coming twice at breakfast, all I did was
rub and fondle the two girls.  Lynette didn't mind me rubbing
between her legs, but Kristen was still quite sore, and since
Lynette mapped out where Kristen could and could not be
touched the night before, I let her focus between Kristen's
legs while I focused on her breasts, face, and upper torso.

    It took us about an hour and a half before we decided we
were clean.

    Lynette and Kristen thought that June's idea the night
before of using the swimming pool and hot tub was a great
one, and we relaxed in the Solarium in the main house for the
rest of the morning and well into the afternoon.

    At one point, we were in the hot tub.  I noticed that
Kristen wasn't sitting on her "special jet" (most likely due
to her injury), but we were all very close together in the
tub.

    I sighed.  "I'm glad making up is so much fun with you
guys."

    "Kristen was right," Lynette pointed out.  "We've been
apologizing too much recently."

    "Yeah," Kristen added.  "I hurt your feelings with
Jackie."

    "I hurt you with the nozzle," Lynette continued.

    "And I hurt both of you with my unthinking words," I
added.  "I think this whole love thing is new to all of us.
It takes some people years to just figure out one on one.  I
think our problems are doubled."

    "Try multiplied by four," Lynette said.

    "Huh?"

    "Kristen and me, Kristen and you, you and me, and the
three of us together."

    "Wow!" Kristen exclaimed.  "I never thought about it that
way.  We're still finding bumps in the road over just the
person to person things."

    "We do the three of us together bit pretty well, though,"
Lynette smiled.  "Breakfast was tasty, if a bit messy this
morning."

    The three of us laughed, but I could tell that we were
all thinking about what Lynette said about the difficulties
inherent in a three way relationship.

* * *

    The three of us were swimming in the big pool when
Harry's voice came over the intercom.

    "Kristen?"

    "Yeah, Harry?" Kristen answered.

    "Both your parents are home, and your father has asked if
you wanted to grill bratwursts for a family dinner."

    "On the porch?" Kristen asked.

    "Yes, Kris."

    "Are they coming into the Solarium now?"

    "I think they were trying to get your feelings on that."

    Kristen looked at me and then Lynette.  Lynette didn't
seem too eager, and I can only imagine what my expression
showed.

    "Tell them to give us five minutes, Harry," Kristen
answered.

    "Very well, Kristen."

    Kristen muscled her way out of the swimming pool with her
strong arms, and then limped into the changing room.  When
she came out, she had three terry cloth robes.  We put them
on and sat down at one of the round tables that had four
patio chairs.

    A few minutes later, Daniel and Charley Swift arrived.
They wore identical terry robes, although theirs were light
blue instead of the white ones that the three of us were
wearing.

    "Hello, kids!" Charley said, warmly.

    "Hi, Mom!" Kristen said, smiling.  "Hi, Dad!"

    "I heard you got hurt the other day," Charley said.

    "Just a minor bruise, Mom," Kristen explained.  "Jim and
Harry insisted that I go to the doctor's."

    Charley smiled and nodded.  "It was a good idea.  Harry
said you were given a prescription."

    "Codeine."

    "Still taking it?"

    "Not since last night."

    Charley nodded again and looked at Lynette and me.  "And
how are the two of you?"

    "Feeling great," I said.

    Lynette simply nodded.

    "Daniel and I wanted to take a swim," Charley said.  "I
hope you young people don't mind."

    "House rules?" Kristen asked.

    "Of course," Charley said, a gleam in her eye.  She
looked at me, as I had my mouth wide open and she added, "Oh,
my.  I think I may have scandalized the great and awesome
Oogie!"

    Kristen giggled.

    I looked at Kristen, confused.  Kristen shrugged.

    Charley looked at Daniel, who shrugged also.

    "Do you think you kids invented relationships?" Charley
asked.

    My breathing stopped.  I wasn't sure I wanted to have
this discussion with Kristen's parents.  I looked at Kristen
to see if she could head this off, but she looked confused as
well.

    "No, Mrs. Swift," I decided to answer.  "It's enough work
for us just to try to perfect ours."

    Charley and Daniel stared at me for about a minute before
Charley burst out laughing.  "Jim!  That's the last thing
that I expected to hear from any of you!"

    I realized that Charley and Daniel knew the extent of the
relationship that the three of us shared.  There was no use
hiding anything now.  "What did you expect me to say,
Charley?"

    Lynette never heard me call Kristen's mother by her given
name except for when I announced her at Kristen's birthday
party.  She still looked uncomfortable, despite the fact that
I seemed to gain a rapport with Kristen's mom.

    Kristen, on the other hand, looked a bit more relieved,
since she noticed that there was no admonition or
recrimination from her parents.

    Charley shrugged off her robe and walked into the
swimming pool.  Charley looked good; if I didn't know that
she was Kristen's mother, she could easily have passed for a
college student.

    I tried not to stare at Charley, but I'm a male, and I
think there's a law of nature that says that males have to
stare unless they are blind.  I think even a confirmed
homosexual male will even stare at a nude female as lovely as
Kristen's mother.

    Charley's hair was blonder than Kristen's--almost white.
Her breasts were a bit larger than Kristen's, and sagged just
a little.  I couldn't see an ounce of excess fat or flab on
her lovely body.  I only saw her dark patch of pubic hair for
a moment, since I was staring at her breasts at the point
when I could have gotten my best look at her more intimate
area.  Charley's breasts were similar to Kristen's in that
her nipples were only a shade darker than the dark aureolae
that surrounded them.

    The thought that kept on going through my head was, "This
may be how Kristen will look in twenty years.  Wow!"

    I heard some water move, and noticed that Daniel entered
the pool after Charley did.  I hadn't been watching him at
all, for obvious reasons.

    Of the three of us younger people, Kristen was the only
one that didn't seem embarrassed.  In retrospect, this should
have been obvious to us, as she probably swam in this pool
with her parents many times before.

    Kristen shrugged and slowly got up off her chair.  "Want
to join them?"

    I didn't have anything to lose.  For all I know, every
time I had been with Kristen in this house was heard by
security over the intercom, and they may even have taped it
to play it back for Kristen's parents.  Swimming with their
daughter was about the least I had to be nervous about,
except the fact that I'd be disrobing in front of Kristen's
parents.

    Lynette, on the other hand, seemed stunned and didn't
seem to know what to do.

    I whispered to my Goddess.  "Kris?  I need to talk with
Lynette, and we'd both appreciate it if you distract your
parents for a few minutes."

    Kristen kissed me, and then threw off her robe and walked
slowly over to the deep end and dove in, swimming to her
parents.  Both Charley and Daniel looked concerned at
Kristen's noticeable limp.

    While Kristen received the undivided attention of her
parents, I started whispering to Lynette.  "Lynette,
Kristen's parents already know about us.  They are inviting
us in.  What are your options?"

    "I don't know," Lynette whispered back.

    "Well, if you don't come in, they will find it hard to
talk with us in the future.  I think they want to break the
ice with us."

    Lynette didn't answer me, but thought to herself for a
few moments.

    "You're right, Oogie.  Besides, I don't have anything
that they haven't already seen on Kristen, right?"

    "Right!" I agreed.

    Lynette kissed my cheek, and then got up, peeled off her
robe, and then walked into the deep end.

    I was happy.  I thought Lynette would freeze on me.  I'm
glad she got the nerve to...

    Oh, shit.  Guess who was left?

    I looked at the pool, and Kristen and Lynette were
together in the deep end while Daniel and Charley were in the
middle.  Neither couple made any overt movements toward the
other.  Occasionally, every one would take a glance at me.

    The problem was, I had (and still have) a horrible self
image.  I knew that I wasn't a jock, and I didn't have the
muscles that Archy or any of the other athletic students had.
If I was naked, I'd be a scrawny and pasty looking nerd.

    I took a few deep breaths, and tried to think of
something that would take my mind off my nervousness.

    Naturally, I thought of June.

    Great.  Now I was a scrawny and pasty looking nerd with
an erection.

    Why did I think of June?  I usually don't have a
defeatist attitude.  I thought about cuddling June, kissing
her...

    No!  This wasn't working!  What else was it about June
that made me think of her?

    There was June's mother, but she wasn't helpful in this
situation.  Who else?  Archy?

    Archy!  It hit me!  June told me that my cock was almost
exactly the same size as Archy's, except that his was a bit
thicker than mine.  I saw other guys at the Villa, and aside
from Archy, all of them were a bit smaller.

    Be proud, boy!  If Charley or even Daniel were going to
size me up, I didn't have anything to be ashamed of in that
department.  If they were so shallow as to only consider that
as a measure of a man, then I'd still measure up!

    I took a deep breath, and slowly took off my robe.  I was
still a bit hard after thinking of June, but I was no longer
ashamed.  There were three naked women in the pool right
now... I needed no coaxing to be erect!

    I slowly walked into the shallow end of the pool, walking
down the steps until I was in the water.

    The water wasn't too cold, as I already was accustomed to
it from my swimming in it before.

    Kristen swam over to me and whispered, "I didn't expect
you to strut!"

    "Your parents are making a big deal that nudity isn't
something to be ashamed about.  It took me a few moments to
realize that."

    Kristen reached up and kissed me, removing any softness
that might have been in my cock.

    "I love you, Goddess," I said.

    "I love you, Jim."

    "Let's rescue Lynette," I suggested.

    "Good idea."

* * *

    It didn't take Lynette long before she realized the game
that Kristen's parents were playing.  They wanted us to feel
comfortable around them, and didn't want us to be sneaking
around, trying to hide our relationship from them.

    Once we all realized that fact, the five of us had a
great time.  We even spent time in the hot tub, Daniel and
Charley sitting together, and me sitting in the middle of a
Kristen and Lynette sandwich.

    I saw Daniel and Charley cuddle together without any
inhibitions, and I did the same with Kristen and Lynette.
After a while, though, I switched positions so that Kristen
was between Lynette and me.  This was much better, since it
allowed Lynette and Kristen to cuddle together along with
Kristen and me.

    "Would you three like to have dinner with Charley and
me?" Daniel asked.

    Kristen looked at Lynette and me and saw our affirmative
reactions.  "Sure, Daddy."

    "What do you think about bratwursts?"

    I knew for certain that Lynette didn't like those.  "Do
you have Italian sausages also?" I asked.  "Lynette prefers
those."

    "I think we do, Jim," Daniel said with a smile.

    We all got dressed once again in our robes and soon, the
five of us were making dinner.  Daniel and I cooked the brats
and the Italian sausages, Lynette and Kristen made cole slaw
and a garden salad, and Charley made a mildly alcoholic punch.

    As we put things to the table, I saw Kristen pour a glass
half full of ginger ale before she ladled some punch into it.
She put that at my place setting.  I appreciated her
thoughtfulness.

    Kristen knew about my real father's alcoholism, and while
I sometimes took a sip of wine or champagne every now and
then, I found that alcohol didn't do anything for me.  I also
once admitted to Kristen that I once heard that alcoholism
can run in families, and if that were true in my case, I
didn't want to become the embodiment of the one man that I
truly hated in my life.  It was for that reason that I
appreciated Kristen's diluting my drink with ginger ale.  It
showed that she was thinking about me.

    The meal was wonderful.  Simple food eaten family style.
It was one of the few family moments that I spent with the
Swifts since I moved in with Kristen at the apartment.
Kristen's parents urged Lynette to call them by their first
names, and by the time the meal was over, I noticed that
Lynette seemed much less nervous than she had been when
Kristen's parents first entered the Solarium.

    After dinner, we all shucked our robes and returned to
the hot tub.  I noticed Charley hugging Daniel, and I smiled,
and put my arms around Lynette and Kristen, since both girls
on either side of me.

    "What are your plans for college, Jim?" Charley asked me.

    I shrugged.  "I have another year to think about it.  My
music teacher suggested Berklee in Boston."

    "The music school?"

    "Yeah.  Kris said something about wanting to get her MBA
at Harvard, and Berklee wouldn't be too far away."

    "So you think that you'll be a musician."

    I laughed.  "I know.  Musician is another word for broke.
However, I love music.  I like playing, I like arranging, and
I like conducting.  I honestly can't see me doing finance for
a living like Daniel."

    Charley nodded.  "I loved music, too.  I still do.  I
left that scene after Daniel proposed to me, and it may have
been a good thing.  I saw my girlfriend Honey get sucked into
the music industry.  They offered her a record contract and
she made some records, but despite the fact that her records
sold a bit, she ended up poorer than if she just continued
performing at weddings and night clubs."

    "I'm not sure that people would want to listen to records
that I make..."

    "Stop that!" Kristen chided me, gently.

    "Sorry, Kris," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek to
emphasize my words.  I turned my attention back to Charley
and said, "I prefer to live for the performance.  Kris set up
a music studio at our apartment, and it's fun to be able to
accompany yourself, but my favorite recordings are the ones I
made during Kristen's birthday party and the rehearsals for
it.  I might be good on trumpet and piano, but those
recordings have great people playing all the parts together."

    "What kind of music will you play, son?" Daniel asked.

    "My own," I answered.  "Some rock and roll, some jazz.  I
like the old big bands, but I also like contemporary bands
such as Chicago and Blood, Sweat, and Tears.  I don't want to
get too technical like those disco orchestras, but I love
listening to Barry White."

    "Barry White?" Daniel asked.

    Lynette, Kristen, and I laughed together.

    "I can imitate a lot of voices," I laughed, "but not his.
He's a deep bass.  Did you ever hear a song called, '_You're
The First, The Last, My Everything_?'"

    "I think I heard the words before," Charley said, smiling
at her husband.

    "Anyway, I would say that my voice isn't as good as
Barry's, but Kristen would punch me.  I think that with
Kristen, I could make an outstanding jazz and rock band."

    "Me?" Kristen asked.

    "I've heard you singing when you thought you were alone,"
I said.  "I know you can play jazz on both the acoustic and
electric keyboards.  Charley told me that you used to have a
guitar and taught your brother to play.  Your life may not be
as focused as mine on music, but you definitely have talent."

    "I don't sing!"

    "I've heard you," I said.  "I think that with a bit of
training, you could have as great a voice as your mother."

    Charley and Daniel burst out laughing.  I sent them a
look that would freeze the water in the hot tub.

    "Jim," Charley said, continuing to laugh, "we're not
laughing at Kristen's ability.  You just didn't know, but
Kris was given vocal training when she was younger!"

    "Mom!"

    "Hush, Kris," Charley said as she turned to me.  "She
took lessons for a couple of years, and she's a very talented
singer.  She stopped because she told me that she wanted to
live her own life and didn't want to relive mine."

    "Mom!"

    Daniel added, "Kristen plays classical music wonderfully.
Charley taught her bass guitar, but Kris picked up lead
guitar on her own after listening to some records of--what's
his name?  The Spanish guy with the guitar?  Jos� something?
Anyway, she picked up guitar on her own, and as Charley said,
she taught Will to play.  When Will tried to put together a
band a couple of years ago, he asked Kris sing and play a
couple of songs."

    "Daddy!"

    I could tell that Kristen was getting agitated about
this.  I figured that I could talk to her parents at a later
time about Kristen's musical upbringing.

    "You asked me what I want to do for college, Mrs. Swift,"
I said, taking the spotlight off my blonde Goddess.  "I want
to put together a band, and I want great people in it.  I
want to be a band that people will want to travel to see.
We'll play rock, jazz, blues, some classics and some stuff
that we write ourselves."

    "Where will you play?" Daniel asked.

    "I'd start at an established night spot until we make a
name for ourselves.  After that, we can consider our options."

    "You seem to have it figured out."

    Lynette said, "Jim is already looking into Puppy Dawg's."

    "In town?" Daniel asked.

    "Yes," Lynette said.  "He talked with my old friend
Gerry, whose band is mostly disbanded, and they're trying to
set up an audition."

    "Where did you hear that?" I asked Lynette.

    "Gerry and I used to date.  We're still good friends and
we talk."

    "I know the owner of Puppy Dawg's," Daniel said.

    "Please, Mr. Swift," I begged, "don't talk to him.  I
want to succeed or fail on my own merits."

    Daniel nodded.  "I wasn't going to talk with him, but I
was going to point out that your age might be a stumbling
block.  They serve alcohol there."

    "I'm not going to drink there, Daniel," I said.  "I'm
just going to be a performer, part of a group, like you say
Kristen was when Will was part of a group."

    Daniel was quiet for a moment and said, "If you call
yourselves 'Oogie Woogie and the Impromptu Jazz Band,' then
it will be you signing the papers.  You're still underage."

    I shrugged.  "Lynette is eighteen.  She can be our
manager."

    Lynette and Kristen gasped at that statement.  Daniel and
Charley chuckled at their reaction.

    Daniel said, "I thought the two of you would be used to
Jim's way of thinking by now."

    Kristen asked, "Huh?"

    Daniel said, "Did you ever notice that he doesn't bother
thinking about roadblocks?  When he comes to one, he simply
moves around it.  If somebody tells him about a problem in
advance, he already has the answer worked out, but even if he
doesn't know about it in advance, he comes up with a quick
solution."

    Lynette and Kristen were staring at me.

    Daniel continued.  "If I had a man with his talent for
spotting solutions as quickly as Jim, I'd start him out at a
hundred thousand and put him in charge of all my other
employees.  Too bad high finance isn't Jim's fort�."

    Both girls at my side didn't say anything, but Charley
chuckled.  "That's why we love him, dear."

* * *

    The three of us declined an invitation to the steam room,
and walked back to the apartment together.

    "Your parents seem pretty at ease with our living
situation," Lynette said.

    Kristen shrugged.  "Mom and Dad told Will the whole
story, and he told it to me.  Mom was living with Aunt Honey
when she met Dad.  The three of them lived together in a
similar relationship to ours until Dad proposed.  Aunt Honey
wanted to pursue a solo career anyway, so they broke it off
amicably, but Mom knows what it's like to live the way we do."

    "Aunt Honey?" I asked.

    "I haven't heard from her or about her in years," Kristen
said with a shrug.  Her eyes moved down.  "I sometimes miss
her.  She was always fun to be around."

    "Do you mean to say that your mom and your aunt were..."

    "When Will told Mom about his lifestyle, she explained
about hers, and how she understood.  You don't know how
relieved Will was when he found out that Mom and Dad were
very understanding.  You'll find my parents won't be too
judgmental."

    Lynette turned to me.  "What's this about me being a
manager of a rock band?"

    "I proposed it as a solution.  I'd ask you first before I
made any commitments."

    "Why would I be the manager, and not Kristen?"

    "Kristen has enough to worry about with her money and
everything.  Without meaning anything bad about Kristen,
you're more thoughtful about others, and of all the people
that I know, either you or Patty would be the perfect person
to manage a band."

    "But I know nothing about managing a band!"

    "You're the one in college," I said.  "You now have an
entire semester to plan.  You said you were friends with
Gerry, so you can talk to him since he's played before.  Find
out what he would like to see in a manager."

    "You're serious!" Lynette said.

    "Welcome to the club, Lynette," Kristen said with a smirk.

    The girls headed upstairs, but I redirected them into the
playroom.

    "Rack 'em up, Lynette.  Kristen's breaking."

    "It won't be a fair game," Lynette warned.

    "I have a new game.  Break and Come."

    "Huh?" Kristen asked.

    "Lynette racks the balls," I explained.  "One of us
shoots.  The number of balls sunk on the break is the number
of orgasms that person will get tonight.  Sink the eight
ball, and you'll get the magic fifteen!"

    "You want me to break for orgasms?" Kristen said.

    "All of us, one break each."

    "You're a silly and romantic man!"

    Kristen was first, and she sunk two balls.

    I racked them up for Lynette and she took her shot.
Nothing sunk.  Kristen and I agreed to give her another shot
and she sank a solid ball.

    Lynette racked them up for me.

    I remembered a trick that Camille showed me that I
practiced a lot.  Despite the fact that my odds were about
four in ten for this particular shot, in nearly every case, I
always sunk at least one ball.

    I moved the cue to the side on the diamond, a little bit
away from the cushion to be able to put some English on the
ball.  I hit the cue ball low and to the right of the center
with as much force as I could while still maintaining control
over my destination.

    The cue ball hit between the second and third balls in
the rack, and almost immediately, a ball went straight to the
corner on the side where I started the cue ball.  The rest of
the balls started to move, and a second ball sank.  I was
watching one ball in particular and saw it heading straight
for the side pocket.

    "He sunk the eight ball!" Lynette yelled.

    I snickered.  As I said, I was usually less than fifty
percent on this shot, but sometimes it played out.  Even
without the eight ball, three other balls were sunk by that
shot.

    "Where did you learn that trick?" Lynette asked me.

    Before I could answer, Kristen answered, "Camille."

    I nodded at Kristen.

    "Do you think you have fifteen orgasms within you?"
Kristen asked menacingly.

    "Nope," I admitted.  "I'll take two, and give six of mine
to you, and the other seven to Lynette.  That makes it eight
for each of you, and two for little ole me."

    The two girls decided that since I was the big winner of
the break, I should be the first to experience an orgasm.  We
went to the "recovery room" to enjoy our prizes.

    Lynette started fondling my cock until it was hard.
Kristen and Lynette took their places on either side of me,
and each started licking my shaft.

    This was one of my favorite activities, and despite the
fact that I slept with more than one woman constantly, it
didn't happen very often.  For some reason, Lynette, Kristen,
and even June considered oral sex a private one on one
experience.  To tell you the truth, I usually felt the same
way, but having Lynette and Kristen do it together to me that
night felt special.

    The two girls took turns taking me into my mouth for a
couple of strokes, while the other one would continue licking
my shaft, my balls, and occasionally kissing each other.

    Unfortunately, I didn't have the best view of this
action, so I compensated by simply closing my eyes and just
focusing on the sensations.

    After a bit, it got to the point where I couldn't tell
which girl was actively sucking me.  It wasn't as if the two
girls had similar techniques, but what they were doing was
out of the ordinary for either of them.

    Feeling the two of them working on me made me feel like a
king.  I reveled in the sensations and realized that the
girls weren't trying very hard for me to achieve my release.
I laid back, thinking about how lucky I was to have two
wonderful women willing to please me.

    It occurred to me that I could have any number of women
willing to please me if I used my lucky tickets.  This was a
strange thought; I hadn't even thought about them in the last
few weeks.  It was true, though.  I could have every
cheerleader in the school working on my dick at once, if such
a thing was even possible.

    I realized that Merry was going to be a cheerleader.
With a ticket, I could make her mine, devoting her body and
her entire being to providing me comfort.  I could find the
girls that I thought were too big for their britches and fuck
them in the ass dry in front of all their friends.

    Suddenly, I wondered where were these thoughts coming
from?  I was out of the revenge business, but here I was,
actually fantasizing about doing it again with a vengeance.
Had I learned nothing?

    Why was I even fantasizing about anybody else when
Lynette and Kristen were right here in bed with me, doing
their damnedest to make this the longest blow job of my life?

    My eyes shot open as I realized that Camille's warnings
were true.  Just as I got the urge to make Camille my slave
that day at Lake Shore Point, those tickets were still trying
to get control of my life!

    I must have been breathing very hard, because Kristen
left her spot near my dick and moved over to me and kissed me
warmly.  "What's wrong?" she whispered.

    "I'm not sure," I said.

    "I'll chase those ghosts away," Kristen murmured, and she
kissed me again, this time for a longer period of time.

    Lynette was sucking me now, my dick about halfway in her
mouth.  Like Kristen, Lynette knew how to go deep, but she
once confided to me that she didn't enjoy it.  For that
reason, she was taking me just to the point where I would
reach her throat.  Even so, Lynette was talented enough to
know how to use her lips and tongue, and with the added
stimulation of Kristen kissing me, I realized that my arousal
was reaching its limit.

    Kristen must have sensed my feelings, as she stopped
kissing me and took over for Lynette.  Lynette, for her part,
took over where Kristen left off and started kissing me.  I
soon felt myself pouring my essence into Kristen's sucking
mouth.

    I was happy that Kristen was able to get her "fix" from
me, and Lynette seemed in no hurry to stop kissing me.  This
was fine with me, and I continued kissing her.

    Unfortunately, for some reason, as I was kissing Lynette,
I fell fast asleep.

    I didn't realize that I fell asleep until I woke up in
the middle of the night.  I turned around and saw Kristen and
Lynette in a tight hug, their steady breathing indicating
that they were asleep.  I felt terrible about falling asleep
while we were making love--and it wasn't the first time for
me!  Quietly, I moved until I was spooned behind Kristen.  I
felt Kristen's ass wiggle against me in her sleep, and I fell
asleep once again, hugging my lovely blonde Goddess.

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