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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 44--Seventeenth Birthday Continued

        When you hold my hand,
        I understand
        The magic that you do,
        You're my dream come true,
        My one
        And only you,
                -- Only You (The Platters / Ringo Starr)


    Kristen noted that I was no longer very cheerful on the
ride home.  It was obvious that my mood changed after I
talked with Sherry.  Kristen knew Sherry's problem, and I
think she understood my mood.

    Despite the fact that I decided that I was going to take
charge of my life, it was evident that there were still some
problems caused by the tickets that I was clueless how to fix.

    For some reason, I was reminded of a short story I read
when I was in junior high called _The Monkey's Paw_.  It was
a story of unintended consequences when people interfered
with fate.  The ending reminded me of the kind of stories
you'd see on the old _Alfred Hitchcock Presents_ or _Twilight
Zone_ T.V. shows.  I think it was the influence of that
particular short story, though, that now made me hesitant to
try to "fix" Sherry's problem using the tickets.

    For the past year, I was quite ineffective in using the
tickets to remove Kristen's addiction.  The explanation I was
given (by Kristen under influence of the tickets), was that
no ticket could be more powerful than any other.  I thought
about this limitation, and I had some questions about the
inadequacy of that explanation.  For instance, if no ticket
was stronger than another, then how could the first wish
prevent the second or any other subsequent wish from undoing
it?  Didn't that make the first wish more powerful?

    The magic behind _The Monkey's Paw_, however, did not
have this particular limitation.  It was the traditional "you
have three wishes" story that was made famous by the genie in
Aladdin's lamp and the Irish leprechaun stories.

    The tickets I had weren't limited to three wishes.
Apparently, a couple of hundred wishes had already been
granted, although the majority of them hadn't been granted to
me.  However, they still had that stupid limitation.

    Patty once told me that this limitation on my tickets
made it nearly impossible to fix any rash decisions made.
"You need to think very hard before you use them, Jim," Patty
told me.  "If you use them when you are in an emotional
state, you'll regret it."

    Patty's explanation tied back in to _The Monkey's Paw_.
After all, the person who knew about the paw actually
explained in the story that sorrow would befall anybody that
used it.

    On the other hand, the tickets were responsible for
Kristen and me being together, even if indirectly.  That
would be a good thing, wouldn't it?

    I took a deep breath, and realized that we were just
driving past the gate at the Swift's residence.

    "I'm sorry, Kris.  I'm not good company right now."

    "You've got a lot on your mind, Jim," Kristen said
softly.  "I understand."

    "Yeah, I know."

    "If it makes you feel better, whatever you decide with
regard to Sherry is all right with me."

    "Thanks, Kristen.  Can we talk about something else?"

    "Like what?"

    "Like, what are we doing tonight?"

    Kristen smiled as she parked the car.  "What do you want
to do?"

    "Kris, I know you have plans.  I've already had a
surprise party.  So, why the surprise now?"

    "A girl has got to have her secrets, Oogie!"

    I laughed, and Kristen joined me.

    The burden of the tickets had been temporarily lifted.

* * *

    Lynette was already at the apartment, having stayed home
the entire day to bid Camille and Will off instead of
attending cheerleader practice.  Harry drove Camille and Will
to Chicago about an hour before we got home to catch their
flight to Boston.

    In the apartment, I could smell that Lynette was cooking
up one of her meals that would make a gourmet salivate.

    "What's cooking, Lynette?" I called into the kitchen.

    "Your favorite, Oogie."

    I had grown quite partial to Lynette's schnitzels.  By
far, my favorite was J0/00gerschnitzel, served with a
burgundy-cream gravy with wild mushrooms.  "Schnitzel," I
said, making a yummy sound.  "Sounds great."

    "I've made some spaetzle and some butternut squash as
well."

    Lynette and Kristen were trying to get me to eat more
vegetables and we found that I liked most of the various
squashes, especially the way that Lynette would prepare them,
lightly spiced.

    The dining room table had Kristen's good china set, the
ones with the gold trim.  She inherited this set from her
grandparents after her grandfather died when Kristen was very
young.  This was the first time that I saw them set out.

    There were two unlit candles in shining silver holders on
the table.

    "How long will it be?" Kristen asked.

    "That depends on how hot you can make Jim," Lynette
called back.

    Kristen sighed.  "You've been hanging around Camille too
long this week.  She's a bad influence."

    "Maybe you should pun-ish Lynette, huh?" I asked.

    A groan from Kristen was my response.

    "We've never used these plates before," I said, changing
the subject back to what I was thinking earlier.  "I mean,
I've seen them in the china closet."

    Kristen had lit a candle lighter and was lighting the two
candles.  "It's a special occasion.  Lynette asked if she
could set them out, and of course I said yes."

    "Those were your grandmother's, right?"

    Kristen nodded.  "On my father's side."

    Lynette came out with a platter containing the veal.  I
started to head inside the kitchen to get the rest of the
dishes when Kristen stopped me, and pointed to the chair at
the head of the dining room table.

    "The birthday boy sits there."

    I took my seat, and Kristen and Lynette went into the
kitchen to retrieve the rest of the dishes.  Kristen had a
bowl with the spaetzle in it, and Lynette had the squash and
a china gravy boat with some extra gravy.

    After setting up the dishes, Lynette approached me and
gave me a big kiss.  "Happy birthday, Oogie!"

    That wasn't the first time I heard that particular
expression all day, and I smiled.

    Kristen was next, and did the same, and afterward, the
two girls took the seats on either side of me.  The girls
looked at me expectantly, and I reached out and took a piece
of veal and placed it on my plate.  I then helped myself to
the noodles and vegetable, and then put a generous helping of
the mushroom gravy on top of my noodles.

    Once I was done, Kristen and Lynette did their own
plates, and we ate.

    The meal was excellent, as was anything that Lynette
cooked.  I talked about the cheerleaders' little game of
having the entire school greet me by nickname.

    "I thought Sherry's idea would be cute," Lynette said.

    "You knew, too?" I suspected as much when Lynette said
"Happy birthday, Oogie," at the table.

    "Yeah." Lynette looked a bit concerned.  "Of course,
Sherry hasn't been looking well over the last few days.  I'm
sorry I missed the practice today, but on Tuesday, something
seemed a bit wrong with Sherry.  She was easily distracted."

    "She looked weird today, too," Kristen said.

    Of course, Kristen and I knew Sherry's problem.  We
agreed a while back not to let Lynette know about the
tickets, and this meant that we sometimes had to keep other
things from Lynette as well.  Neither Kristen nor I liked
this situation at all, since it was sometimes hard keeping
secrets from somebody who was such an intimate part of our
lives.

    "Maybe it's problems at home," I suggested.

    Lynette shook her head.  "Sherry would tell me if that
was the case."

    I shrugged.  "Maybe I'll talk to June to see if she has
any idea."

    Kristen shrugged off the matter, but then said, "I've
decided on my birthday present for you, Oogie."

    I remembered Kristen's last birthday suggestion, and
hoped this wouldn't be a repeat of it.

    "Yeah?" I said, a bit warily.

    "I'd like to go shopping tonight.  We need to pick you
out a nice accessory."

    "Accessory?"

    Lynette giggled.  "Kristen wants you to learn to
accessorize, Oogie."

    This discussion was a bit over my head.  I thought
"accessories" in a fashion sense meant gloves or a purse.
Those didn't sound like things I needed.  "Whatever you think
is best, Goddess."

    Of course, my response earned me another kiss from
Kristen.

* * *

    At the mall, we went to a place named "Sky Catchers." The
place seemed to contain a lot of specialty stuff, and I had
never gone inside the store before.

    Once inside, I was sorry I hadn't visited this place
sooner.  This place had all sorts of outlandish clothes for
just about every occasion, from safari hats ("pith helmets")
to thickly insulated parkas.

    I found myself instantly drawn to the aviator section,
and was admiring a pilot's helmet with goggles that looked
like it came straight out of World War I.  The sign said it
was made from genuine calf's leather.

    As I attempted to take the helmet into my hands for a
closer look, Kristen stopped me.

    "That might be fun, Oogie, but I came here for a
purpose." Kristen had a dark brown hat in her hand.  "Here,
try this."

    I looked at the hat with dismay.  It looked a bit like
something that would be worn by the depression-era thugs that
Chicago was famous for.  Upon further urging by Kristen, I
put it on.  It was very tight.

    "Hmm, let's try a quarter inch wider."

    Lynette fetched another hat that looked identical.

    I put on the second hat, and it fit much nicer.

    Both Lynette and Kristen shook their heads when they
looked at me with the hat on.  "Nope, definitely not a
fedora."

    The two girls had me try on more than a few hats.  The
derby looked too much like Lou Costello, the cowboy hat made
me look like I was a kid playing dress up, and a top hat made
me look like a magician.  I liked the stetson, but both
Kristen and Lynette didn't like it.  Finally, the two girls
found another hat that appealed to me.  It was black and, as
soon as I put it on, I looked in the mirror and smiled.

    "Hey!  I like this one!"

    Kristen sighed.  "It figures.  He likes the porkpie."

    The "porkpie" was a darker and smaller hat, and had a
folded ring around the top of the hat.  The material was very
soft.

    Lynette gave me a closer look.  "With a mustache, he'd
look like a jazz musician."

    Actually, I think that's what I liked about this
particular hat!

    "Is this your present, dearest?" I asked my Goddess.

    "Do you really like it?  We can buy a couple and it could
be like, your trademark."

    I didn't think I could walk around the school wearing
this hat, but it might make in impression during jazz band.

    "Yes.  This whole place is great!  Look at those hats
over there with the corks on the brim!"

    "Those are brush hats," Kristen said, smiling.  "The
corks are to keep the mosquitoes and other bugs from landing
on your face."

    "Cool!  Let's get that one!"

    Kristen shook her head.  "Oogie's right.  There are worse
hats than the porkpie!"

    We spent about an hour in the store, although we only
purchased a couple of the porkpie hats.

    From the mall, it was a quick ride to Vaughn's.  Since we
already had supper, I was curious until the manager met us.
"Kristen, Lynette, and Jim!  We've been expecting you!"

    In the dining room was a larger table than our normal
one.  My parents and Merry were already sitting there.

    As soon as we got to the table, a waitress came out with
a birthday cake, and the entire staff starting singing the
birthday song.  They were quickly accompanied by nearly the
entire dining room!

    I blew out the candles, and the cake was cut.

    I gave all the females at the table a kiss and a hug.
The cake was devil's food with dark chocolate icing.  Even
Merry had a slice--and this was the first time since she
decided to become a cheerleader that I ever saw her eat
dessert!

    The waitress brought us some iced teas, and we sat around
the restaurant, gossiping with my family.

    "How does it feel to be seventeen?" Merry asked.

    I shrugged.  "I don't feel that much older, Shortcake."

    "I remember when you were first learning the piano," Mom
said.

    I sighed.  My mother sometimes waxed nostalgic.  I tried
to deflect this.  "Speaking of the piano, Mom... I know you
love Chopin, right?"

    My mother smiled a bit.  "Yes.  He's one of my favorite
composers."

    "Do you remember Amy Grant, the girl who played the piano
in the jazz band last year?"

    My mother nodded.  "Cute girl," she said.  "She seemed
very shy when we went to see you after the Christmas
performance."

    "She's going to be featured doing an adaptation of
Chopin's _Prelude in C Minor_ during the talent show in a few
weeks."

    "Really?"

    "She loves classical music, but we're also teaching her
jazz and rock riffs.  Roy Fennel will be accompanying her."

    Merry smiled at this.

    My mother looked confused.  "Isn't Roy a singer?"

    "He's in the chorus," I answered.  "He's pretty talented,
musically.  I taught him to read music back in junior high.
Don't you remember?"

    Mom nodded.  "He wasn't that good on the piano back then.
Has he improved?"

    "Why don't you tell me after the show?"

    It was all that Merry could do not to laugh at my
mother's confusion.  Somehow, Mom thought that Roy would be
doing a piano duet with Amy, but I had said nothing of the
sort.

* * *

    That night, after Kristen and Lynette went to bed, I went
down to my studio ostensibly to play and record, but in
reality to consider my options with Sherry.

    I needed to somehow get rid of Sherry's need for me to
take her virginity.  At the same time, I didn't really want
to make love with Sherry.  After all, she still might have a
crush on me.  I didn't feel any romantic attraction toward
her, and I knew that going to bed with Sherry would just be
taking advantage of her.

    Sherry was a real friend to Kristen and me, as well as to
Lynette.  I owed her something for that loyalty, even if it
didn't mean taking her to bed.

    I felt that I was indirectly responsible for Sherry's
situation.  I didn't make the wish that currently had her
bound to me, but I was the person who destroyed Tim Hawking's
tickets, which was apparently why I was now the target of her
need.

    Earlier that afternoon, I had given up any thought of
using the tickets to fix Sherry's problem.  After all, one
ticket couldn't cancel the effects of another one.

    Actually, I reasoned, that might not be the case!

    I was able to keep Sherry from having to orally service
me daily until my birthday by extending the wish so that
playing with herself would achieve the same end.  That had
the effect of canceling her original compulsion.

    I wished that I had talked more to Sherry earlier.  She
said she felt it bad, but I never asked her what she was
feeling.  Was it the need to fuck me, or the need to blow me?

    The idea of extending a wish rather than canceling it
came from my idea of having Kristen eat a chocolate covered
peanut instead of having to blow me.  Now that I was thinking
about it, Kristen had a difficult time staying away from me
for very long; she could stave off her need with the
confection, but at the same time, her need for me seemed to
continue to build up over time.  Almost every time that
Kristen and I would make love, her sucking my cock would be a
part of it.

    Was this what Sherry was feeling earlier?  If so, then
any idea of extending her need to fuck me would only work for
so long until her need for me to do so would overpower
anything else within her.  I might turn Sherry into a walking
time bomb!

    Still, something inside me told me that I might be able
to fix Sherry's problem somehow with the tickets.

    The only question was how.

    More than a few ideas came into my head, but all of them
had problems.  I needed to find one that would satisfy
Sherry's needs, but be fair to her emotions at the same time.

    I woke up after three thirty in the morning when I fell
off the piano bench.  I didn't realize that I fell asleep,
and I realized that at this hour, there was nothing else I
could do.

* * *

    The next morning, Mr. Proilet pulled me aside when I got
into band class.

    "Sherry Jordan asked me for a hall pass so she can work
with you here during fifth period."

    "Yeah, Mr. Proilet," I said.  "I've asked the
cheerleaders to help with the talent show, and I had an idea
of something to do with Sherry."

    That wasn't an out and out lie, actually.  It's just that
the first part of the sentence had nothing to do with the
second part.  I was starting to get good at misleading
people.  Idly, I wondered if this was a good thing.

    "I understand, Jim," Mr. Proilet said with a smile.
"I'll be in the faculty room eating lunch during that period."

    "Would you want to help out?"

    My question earned me a laugh.  "There isn't much that I
can teach you, Jim.  Helping a student is something you excel
at, unless there's something you specifically think you might
need me for."

    "Well, no," I said.  "Playing piano is easy enough for
me."

    "OK, Jim," the teacher said.  "Have fun."

    "Thanks."

* * *

    I was in the music room, patiently waiting for Sherry.

    She arrived a few minutes after the bell rang.

    "Hi, Oogie," Sherry said nervously.

    "Let's go into one of the practice rooms," I suggested.

    Inside the practice room, I casually reached into my
pocket and handed Sherry a ticket.

    "You have one wish."

    "I wish that you will obey me completely and without
question.  Also, you will have no memory of what happens in
this room afterward.  This wish will remain in effect until
you hear me play _Honky Cat_.  When I play that, you will
simply think I was playing songs all period long."

    "Your wish is my command."

    I realized that I forgot something.  I handed Sherry
another ticket.

    "You have one wish."

    "While you are in this room and under the influence of
the last ticket I gave you, you will also be compelled to
tell me the truth.  You will feel no emotional distress
during this time."

    "Your wish is my command."

    Sherry continued standing there.

    Sherry was dressed in a tan skirt and a plain white
blouse.  This would make things a bit easier.

    "Sherry, remove your panties and anything else you may
have on underneath your skirt as soon as I turn around.  Let
me know when you are finished."

    I turned away from Sherry, giving the girl some privacy.

    After a few moments, Sherry said, "I'm finished."

    I didn't turn around.  "Do you still feel a need to suck
me?"

    Sherry answered, "I've felt a terrible need over the last
few days.  Usually, I can fend it off by masturbating, but
it's difficult when I'm in public.  I'm always worried that
somebody will notice.  However, even masturbating doesn't
make the need go away completely, and it's getting stronger."

    That was what I thought.  Of course, this was going to be
the hard part.

    After a minute or two, I finally unzipped my pants and
pulled my dick out.  I took a deep breath and turned around.

    Sherry was standing there, and she was staring at my
erection.

    "Sherry, you can put it into your mouth.  I want you to
do the very least that you need to do to make your need to
suck me go away, and then stop."

    Sherry bent down, and opened her mouth.  My cock touched
her tongue, and her lips wrapped around it.  I felt a gentle
sucking before her lips parted, and Sherry's face pulled away.

    I was surprised at how short this was.  "Has your need
gone away?"

    "My need to suck you has."

    "And your other need?"

    "It's very strong."

    I nodded.

    Sherry tore her eyes from my dick and stared at me.  "May
I asked a question?"

    "Sure."

    "Why am I doing what you are telling me to do?  Why am I
telling you about masturbating?  This is really strange."

    This was intriguing.  "Does this upset you?"

    "No. That's also very strange."

    The moment of truth.  "Sherry, I will tell you the
truth," I assured her.  "You have been a victim of some bad
magic.  I can do magic also, and I'm doing what I can to fix
what has been done to you without harming you."

    Sherry nodded.  "That makes sense.  Well, it makes sort
of sense."

    I decided to get this over with.  "I'm going to sit down
on this bench, and I want you once again do the very minimum
to satisfy your need." I sat down.

    Sherry nodded again, but I saw her resisting.  "Jim...
Jim!"

    Startled, I saw that Sherry was close to panicking.
"What's wrong, Sherry?"

    Sherry moved toward me as she said, "Please tell me to
wait!"

    "OK.  Wait."

    Sherry stopped moving.  "Jim, am I going to forget all
this?"

    "Yes."

    "Will it seem like a dream, like some other dreams I have
had recently?"

    "Other dreams?"

    "Yeah." Sherry didn't explain.

    "Perhaps," I said.  "I'm not really sure."

    "I have a distant memory of you asking me to tell you if
anything you ask will make me think less of you."

    I nodded.  "I did ask that."

    "In that case, please don't make me do what you just
asked.  I would think less of you."

    Surprised, I asked, "Why?"

    "This will be my first time.  I don't want my first time
to be meaningless."

    I sighed.  I was afraid of something like this.  I fell
asleep trying to come up with something better.  I was now
going to have to play this by ear.

    Wait a minute.  Why not have Sherry help?  After all, she
would have no memory later.

    "All right, Sherry.  Do not feel compelled to do what
I've just asked you to do.  Instead, I'd like you to help me
with your problem."

    Sherry looked confused.  "How can I help you?"

    "First, Sherry, you are correct.  You will have no memory
of what goes on in this room after this period is over.
Whatever happens here, you will never remember, or perhaps,
you will think of it as a dream.  I don't know how that
works, actually."

    Sherry nodded again.

    "You are under a..." I paused, trying to come up with the
right word.  "A magic spell.  You needed to give up your
virginity to me on my birthday.  That came and went, and your
need is starting to increase.  I want to get rid of that need
before it consumes you and forces you to, perhaps, rape me."

    "If you have magic, just undo the spell."

    "That's what most people would try to do.  However, my
magic doesn't work against other magic.  I didn't do this to
you; I'm merely trying to help you fight it."

    Sherry furrowed her brow.  "Tim has the magic?"

    "I took his magic away from him."

    "Is that why his spell transferred to you?"

    I was amazed at how observant Sherry was.  "That's
correct."

    "Jim, as much as I feel a need to fuck you, I don't want
to do it like you said.  I don't want to... give it up
without it being special."

    "Sherry, I don't love you that way.  You're a very
important friend, but we're not romantically involved.  If I
were to 'make love' to you, it wouldn't be fair to either of
us."

    Sherry considered what I said.  "You're right."

    "As I said, your need will continue to grow until you
won't be able to handle it any more.  We need to fix it."

    "I'm not going to remember this?" Sherry asked.

    "Perhaps as a dream, if you remember other things I have
done to try to fix what Tim did to you."

    Once again, Sherry nodded.

    "I have a wish to make."

    Funny word Sherry chose.  "What is it?" I asked.

    "Can we do a little more than just the minimum like you
asked?  Something that I can dream about, maybe?"

    I thought about this.  "What do you want to do?"

    "We don't have to fuck, I don't think.  We don't need to
go to bed together and... you know.  But... if I feel you
inside me, I won't be a virgin any more.  However, I have
always had a dream... a fantasy..."

    "Yes?"

    "Can I please feel your body against mine?  Could you
kiss me and let me kiss you?  I dream that we kissed one time
in the room outside this one... our first kiss."

    Ah, the stolen kiss from Sherry.  "You dream about that?"

    "It's a favorite..." Sherry reddened.

    I got the hint.  It's Sherry's favorite masturbation
fantasy.

    "All right.  And I'll give you a bonus."

    "What?"

    "When is your birthday?"

    "Early December."

    "Then, on your birthday, if you still feel the same way
for me, let me know.  I'll make love to you... for real.
However, I don't want you to take my promise as an incentive
to just hold out and wait.  I want you to seriously consider
other people than me.  I want you to go out on dates, think
about other people.  If you do that, and still feel the same
way about me, I'll reconsider.  That should give me some time
to think about my feelings toward you."

    Sherry didn't answer, but nodded.  Her hand went to her
blouse, and she started to unbutton it.

    Shit!  When Sherry wanted to feel my body against hers,
she meant naked!

    I bit my lip, and got up and removed my clothes.

    After a couple of minutes, the two of us were facing each
other, both of us naked, for the first time ever.

    Slowly, I moved over to Sherry, and pulled her toward me.
As her breasts touched my chest, I kissed her.

    The kiss lasted a few minutes, and Sherry was breathing
heavily when we parted.  "Hmm," she moaned.

    I felt a bit awkward, as if I didn't know what to do.

    Sherry said, "How should we do it?"

    I figured that a rear insertion was the easiest, even if
it didn't allow Sherry the opportunity to have her breasts
against me once again.  I positioned her against the piano,
and squatted down a bit and rubbed the head of my dick
against her cunt lips, which were already wet.  I found her
hole.

    This was the first time that I was doing this with a
virgin.  I had no idea how tight she would be, or how
difficult it would be to break through her hymen.  I also
remembered Kristen saying something about blood.

    I pushed very gently... almost too much so.  After a bit,
Sherry's pussy opened.  I met no resistance at all as I
continued to slowly push until I was completely in.  I was
amazed!

    "I thought you were..."

    "I am," Sherry said.  "I tore my hymen in junior high
during gymnastics.  I can now wear tampons..."

    "Oh." I didn't know what to say.  Feminine hygiene wasn't
a subject that I felt comfortable talking about.

    "Could we do it face to face?  I want my dreams to be of
me making love to you, not facing a piano."

    That would mean that I'd have to pull out and do it
again.  Then, I realized that Sherry was a gymnast.  I
wondered if she could do something that Lynette once did with
me.

    Slowly, I pulled Sherry back and manipulated our bodies
until I was once again sitting on the bench.  I pulled Sherry
onto my lap, and then asked if she could swing around.  Once
Sherry understood what I meant, she easily spun around
without any trouble.

    Sherry had a look that burned into my eyes, and she
pulled my face toward hers and kissed me deeply.  It wasn't a
long kiss.

    I decided to make it special for Sherry.  I reached
behind her, and started playing the introduction of a song
I've always liked.  Ringo made it a hit just a year ago, and
the arrangement he used was still fresh in my mind.

    Sherry pulled away from the kiss and looked in my eyes as
I sang:

        Only you,
        Can make this world seem right.
        Only you,
        Can make the darkness bright.
        Only you and you alone,
        Can thrill me like you do,
        And fill my heart with love for only you...


    I followed this verse with the simple reverse D-seventh
arpeggio that was so prominent in Ringo's version of this
classic song.  Sherry smiled.

    I continued singing the song, and Sherry continued
staring at me.

    Instead of doing the spoken part, I simply improvised a
jazz solo instead, smoothly transitioning the style of the
song from the simple back-beat of Ringo's song to something a
bit more bluesy.

    I sang a repeat of the song, and finally ended it.

    When the song was ended, Sherry kissed me once again.

    Even though I wasn't pumping back and forth into Sherry,
I was getting enough stimulation from her minor movements and
her kissing that I found myself quite excited.  I suddenly
realized that this could be dangerous if Sherry wasn't on the
pill.

    As soon as Sherry's kiss ended, I picked her up and off
my erection.

    Sherry stared at my dick, red and wet from her
secretions.  "Oh, my... it's huge!"

    Without warning, Sherry bent down and started sucking me.
It didn't take long for me to reach my limit.  I tried to
warn Sherry, but she only sucked harder.

    Blast after blast of my semen shot out of me and into
Sherry's eager mouth.  The force of my excitement was such
that I wouldn't have been surprised if it shot out the back
of her neck!

    After a few minutes, despite Sherry's continued sucking,
my erection started to soften.

    I finally managed to get Sherry off my lap.

    "Sherry!  Why did you do that?"

    "The only sexual experience with a guy up until now was
with Tim, and it is a memory I'd like to forget.  He called
me all kinds of names, and at the end, he even said I was so
bad, he had to jerk himself off in order to shoot.  Since
then, I felt so inadequate..."

    This eerily sounded similar to what Patty told me about
her unpleasantness in tenth grade.  I didn't know what to say.

    Sherry said, "You made love to me, Oogie!  I sucked you
and made you shoot.  Tim was just an idiot!"

    "A stupid idiot," I agreed.

    "That was me I tasted on you, wasn't it?"

    I nodded.  "Sherry?  What we did was dangerous..."

    Sherry shook her head.  "Tim told me to be prepared to
give up my virginity.  I wasn't going to let that bastard
make me a mother.  As soon as he told me that, I went to the
clinic and got a prescription."

    "Oh."

    Once again, Sherry kissed me hard.

    I looked over her shoulder and saw that there was only
five minutes left before the end of the period.  I pulled
away from that kiss.

    "Sherry... Mr. Proilet will be coming back soon.  Get
dressed."

    Like a shot, Sherry stopped everything and started to get
dressed.

    I watched, amazed, and realized that I was also naked.  I
quickly pulled on my clothes as well.

    The room smelled like I would imagine a bordello would
smell.  I could smell Sherry's excitement throughout the
cramped room.

    If my teacher or anybody else walked in, we'd be screwed.

    "What do you have next period?" I asked.

    "Gym.  I don't think it would be a good idea for me to do
gym after what we just did.  I feel a little... weird."

    "Can you get out of gym?"

    "Sure.  I'll just tell the coach that I've got my period.
I've never complained before, so the coach will let me slide
this once."

    I shrugged.  That concept was new to me, but it made
sense.  At least Sherry wouldn't be getting into trouble for
that.

    Once Sherry was dressed, I told her to sit next to me on
the bench, and I started to play _Honky Cat_, which I knew
was one of Sherry's favorite songs for me to play.

    As I played the song, I saw Sherry shake her head.  She
looked a bit disoriented, and shook her head again.  She
smiled at me.

    "I could listen to you play all day, Oogie."

    I thought about my promise to Sherry.  She wouldn't
remember it, of course, but I would.  I wasn't the kind of
person that would break such a promise.

    I also know that I asked her to go out on dates and to
think about other people.  She didn't realize it, but she was
compelled to obey me when I asked her to do that.

    My decision was to wait.  If Sherry still felt the same
way about me, I might start thinking about her differently.

    One thing was for sure.  When my cock was inside Sherry,
I meant every word I sang to her.  I didn't mean that I was
in love with her, and I didn't really sing that to her,
either.  What I sang, and what I meant was that Sherry made
me feel a certain way, and only she made me feel that way.
This was also true about June, Lynette, and, of course,
Kristen.

    I loved each one of them differently.  I'm not sure what
I really felt about Sherry and if it was even love, but what
I felt, it was strong at that time.  Was she really my
destiny?  Perhaps she was, or perhaps not.

    If you asked me if I loved Sherry any day before this,
even last night, I would have emphatically said 'no!'

    Now I wasn't sure.  I do know that Tim Hawking and the
tickets put Sherry through hell.  Despite that, she still
managed to live her life with a happy disposition--a positive
outlook in life.  I actually admired that about her.

    My feelings for Sherry progressed from friendship to
admiration.  That was a start.  I knew that I would need time
to sort out my feelings about Sherry.  Hopefully, time was on
my side.

    "I've never heard you play _Bennie and the Jets_," Sherry
said, smiling at me.

    I played the introduction, and Sherry's smile grew bigger
when she heard me sing a modified version of the chorus in an
Elton-inspired falsetto:

        Say, Sherry and Ronnie,
        Have you seen them yet?
        Oh, but they're so spaced out!
        Buh-Buh-Buh-Bennie and the Jets...


    I entertained Sherry throughout sixth period by playing
songs the two of us liked.

    When we emerged from the practice room at the end of the
period, Mr. Proilet didn't give us much of a glance.

    Actually, I didn't care if we "got away" with anything.
All I knew was that Sherry seemed a whole lot happier now,
even if she wasn't exactly aware of why she felt that way.

    As for me, I was more concerned over Sherry's feelings
for me, and vice versa.  Sure, I had "cured" Sherry's
problem, but at what cost?  She gave up her virginity, and
now would have no direct recollection of the event.

    Once more, I considered the power of the tickets.  They
were able to turn Camille from a dark brunette into a blonde.
In addition, Camille and Debbie both said that the tickets
made my dick bigger, although I still had difficulty
accepting that.

    Could it be possible that I could use the tickets to
restore Sherry's virginity?  After all, Sherry didn't have a
hymen when we coupled.  What defined "virginity" anyway?  Was
it simply a state of mind?  Would it be affected by her not
remembering her losing it?

    With whom could I talk about this?  I wanted this to be a
special thing between Sherry and myself, but this brought up
something important as well: this would be one of the first
times that I would be actively not telling Kristen something
that she might consider important.

    I sighed as I made my way to my seventh period English
class.

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