“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.
Chapter 23—Breakdown