Lynette walked out of the pool house, and found Toby and Patty playing badminton. They had stopped their game as they noticed the nude cheerleader approach. She said something to them, and turned and pointed at us in the pool house.
I only saw this side of Kristen a couple of times before, the last time was when we reversed roles in our Master/Slave game. Now we had our own slave! I hoped she didn’t decide that she needed a bunch of slaves.
However, there was something that was really bothering me about this. I knew that what Kristen just did was just plain wrong!
“What the fuck was that?” I demanded to Kristen.
“I enjoyed last night, Jim,” Kristen explained. “You didn’t see it, but Lynette almost started crying when we got out of bed this morning. She told me that this was a dream of hers, and she was so sad that the dream was over. I wanted to know how much she wanted to be with me.”
“That’s one thing, but what you just did involves me, Kris!” I said. “You made a very profound decision about our lives. You now have a slave, goddammit! You never even discussed it with me!”
“But…”
“You’re now having Lynette announce her slavery to all my friends. You might get off on this, but this affects me as well! What will those people think of me? I protected those cheerleaders from a rapist, but now they will think I’m forcing a cheerleader into slavery!”
“It’s Lynette’s own decision, Jim!”
“It still affects me! When June asked me for a date, I didn’t say, ‘of course!’ I made sure that you knew about it and were cool with it. It wouldn’t take me any effort at all to turn June down. I don’t need her, I just need you.”
“I’m sorry…”
Shit! Kristen was starting to cry.
“Kris, I think you might be approaching things too fast. Please consider my feelings next time, all right?”
“OK,” Kristen said.
“So, am I to assume that I can not only fuck Camille, but Lynette as well? Since I’m her slave master, I can do it whenever I want. Is that the rule, now?”
Kristen looked shocked. “Um…”
“You see?” I asked. “You told Lynette that this was the case. You told her in front of me for the first time, so I can only go by what you say. Is that the rule, now?”
Kristen lowered her head. “I guess.”
“Please think before doing things like this,” I asked Kristen, moving over to her and hugging her. “You’ve told Lynette basically that she’ll be fucking me. Let me make you a promise, Kristen. If I need a good fuck, you will be the person I look for.”
“I’m sorry, Jim.”
“I know you are, Goddess.”
“Should I apologize to Lynette now?”
I shook my head. “That would crush her. You gave her a big hurdle to jump in order to get to you. She’s jumping that hurdle. You cannot take the prize away from her! I’d suggest that you embrace your new role of slave master. I’ll go along with it for now.”
I got the biggest hug from Kristen. “When did you get so old?”
I groaned. I’ve been hearing that exact same question a lot.
Camille came out of the water and approached us. She looked wonderful when she was wet.
“I see that you’ve acquired a slave,” Camille grinned.
Kristen nodded.
“I would have been happy…”
“No, Camille,” Kristen interrupted. “I’m not sure about my relationship to you, but I’m quite sure that I don’t want you that way,” Kristen said. “I’ve talked with my brother about you, and if I used you like that, it would hurt him. You seem to be in love with Will and with me.”
Camille thought for a moment, and then bent down and kissed Kristen gently. “I do love you,” she said softly.
“Let me work out how I feel about you. I can’t say that I love you as much as I love Jim. It’s two different things.”
“That’s all I ask, Kris.”
“Now, we have a victim for the Twelve Party. What do you suggest?”
“Have her perform oral sex on everybody?” Camille grinned.
“I’m not sure that everybody is ready for public sex acts, despite what happened last night in the hot tub,” Kristen said.
“How about masturbation?”
“None of the boys will…”
“No, Kris. I mean, have Pussy Slave masturbate for everybody.”
Kristen looked thoughtful. “Yesterday, Lynette told me the point of the Twelve Parties was to involve everybody.”
“It is,” Camille said, nodding.
“I have an idea,” I said. The two girls were startled that I entered the conversation.
“What?”
“I heard this from one of the chorus guys,” I said. “He was at a bachelor party. All the guys were sitting at a dining room table. None of them were wearing pants…”
Camille picked up on it. “There’s a hooker under the table… sometimes two. Every guy has to pretend everything is normal and keep talking as if nothing is happening, even if the hooker is doing him.”
“You’ve heard of that?” Kristen asked.
“I was in the position of being under the table,” Camille said. “My sister liked to throw parties.”
“Oh,” I said, disheartened.
“It’s no longer a bad memory, Jim,” Camille said, softly.
“It would still be uncomfortable.”
“Debbie had other parties,” Camille said. “Ever hear of a circle jerk?”
My blush must have answered that one.
Kristen looked confused.
“It used to be a tradition before we changed the cheerleading squad from a bunch of stuck-up bimbos,” Camille said. “A bunch of guys, like the football team, are in a circle with their pants down. They jerk off, and the cheerleader in the middle is the target.”
“Sounds messy,” Kristen said.
“Yeah, but it’s easier than pulling a train.”
Again, Camille’s expression confused Kristen, and this time I was confused as well.
Camille sighed. “That means, a bunch of guys do a girl, one or two at a time. Sometimes the girl is on her stomach, since it is easier for her to blow a guy in that position while somebody fucks her from behind. Of course, in that position, the guys sometimes are indiscriminate in their aim. I’ve done anal as much as normal sex on some occasions.”
“You’ve done that?” I said, completely shocked.
“I’ve done even more. I’m just trying to remember them now. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to forget them. The football team is no longer encouraged to do those sort of things. In fact, Lynette and I have told the team that if anybody needs to blow off a little steam, just come to either one of us quietly.”
“Lynette, too?”
“I don’t think she does multiples except for two girls and a guy, Jim.”
“And to think that I thought of Lynette as a rather straight laced girl who just came out of her shell this weekend!”
“She’s discreet,” Camille said. “We’ve told people that if they open their mouths, the pussy supply train stops. You’d be surprised how effective such an incentive is.”
Kristen and I both laughed at this.
“Well, I don’t mind if anybody here sees Lynette and I do anything, and I think Lynette feels the same way, since she’s telling everybody that she’s your Pussy Slave right now. If you think that the others might be hesitant, remember that the two of us aren’t as narrow-minded. I’ll do her or vice versa in front of this crowd. After all, in a few weeks, I probably won’t see most of them again, except for reunions.”
“So, making her ‘victim’ isn’t much of a victimization with her, huh?” Kristen asked.