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.”