There was a question that had been bothering me for a while. “Did you know about his beer?”
“Not at first,” Jackie said. “His friend Donny was around when we were packing the limo. Donny must have smuggled the cases into the limo when Steve was asking the driver to help him find one of his bags, which we never found. I didn’t notice the beer until we were already at the villa. I told Steve it wasn’t a good idea, but he ignored me. I told Kristen as soon as I saw her at the villa.”
I nodded, remembering that Kristen had informed me of the beer, but she hadn’t thought that the amount involved would spoil the party. I didn’t want to make a scene at the villa, so I also decided to ignore the blatant abuse of our hospitality. Unfortunately, it turned out that it gave the opportunity for Steve to simply drink beer after beer all the time we were there, since everybody else obeyed our “no alcohol” rule.
I forced a smile. “That’s over and done with.”
Jackie hugged me tightly. “You are such a nice person, Jim. I can see what all the cheerleaders see in you.”
I hugged Jackie, and felt my anger wash away.
We invited Jackie and Maria to the villa, along with their boyfriends, with the proviso that any boyfriend needed to pass muster between Lynette, Camille, Archy, Kristen, and me. As it happened, both boyfriends passed muster with flying colors, both having a great sense of humor and a great party attitude without the need to take things too far.
At the villa, we reinstated the Twelve parties, but we just celebrated them with everybody nude, and everybody doing anything, as long as it was consensual. The midnight hot tub sessions added one extra rule: partners couldn’t neck, allowing people to get to know the others better.
Lynette and June were Pussy Slave and Cunt Whore only on the last day of the holiday, although both wore nothing at all at most times. In fact, the nudity started slowly, with Lynette, June, Camille, and Kristen being the only ones the first day, and by the end of the weekend, everybody was comfortable enough that nudity was nearly universal.
It was amazing how close everybody got during these parties. Even the guys were starting to feel comfortable being nude around other guys.
Since Kristen hired limousines to take all of us to the villa, we expected limos to take us back, but we were all surprised when it turned out that Kristen instead hired three taxis to take us to an air strip where we rode a small jet to the air field just outside our town, where limousines were waiting for us. Kristen knew how to do things in style.
Kristen showed me first class tickets for the two of us to travel to Boston to visit her brother. Along with us, she also purchased tickets for Camille and Lynette. June was also invited, but she declined, saying that she was renewing her relationship with her mother, something that started with the confrontation her mother provoked with me at the apartment. It wasn’t easy for June, as I made quite a strongly negative impression on her mother, and June was somewhat caught in the middle.
When Will met us at Logan, it was as if we were in a repeat of a television episode where two long lost lovers met in the airport after years and years of separation, with Will and Camille as the star-crossed lovers.
Kristen made reservations at the Ritz-Carlton for Lynette and the two of us to share a room. Will and Camille went to Cambridge and spent most of their time together without the three of us.
The exception was Sunday, July 4. The Esplanade was a madhouse, and it got crowded quite quickly. Kristen looked around and found some buildings on the other side of Storrow Drive with patios and balconies with a good view of the hatch shell, where the Boston Pops would be playing their annual concert. She visited each building until she found one amenable to allowing us up on a balcony for a wad of one hundred dollar bills that Kristen handed the manager. She gave him another five hundred dollars, and asked if the manager could arrange to get some fresh grilled fish from Legal Sea Foods delivered to our balcony.
We had what must have been the greatest view of the Charles River and we could actually hear the Boston Pops. Even if we couldn’t, the manager provided us with a television, and a local station was carrying the concert live (it was eerie with the television sound on, since there was a noticeable delay). The five of us couldn’t think of any way to spend the a fourth of July any better.
When I got back to Illinois, I found that Mr. Proilet signed me up for some advanced music classes at the community college not too far away from where I lived. Kristen hired a limo service to drive me back and forth between the apartment and the college. I was able to take about ten college credits during that time. It was nowhere near the cake walk that my junior and high school music classes were. I actually found myself learning things I hadn’t known, and I enjoyed the courses, despite the hard effort that the classes required.
Kristen also attended classes at the community college, focusing on business courses. She explained to me that she disliked having to rely on others to maintain the money that was now hers. I convinced her to take a general music theory course with me, and the two of us got to see each other at that time, as well as at home, but not as much as I anticipated that we would have spent back when I was looking forward to the end of school.
I spent time with my own family, and found Merry coming into her own. She grew up a bit, and I noticed that her girlish charm, which she could still affect, was slowly being replaced by a woman who was reaching maturity.
Merry still stared at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. I had mixed feelings about this, actually. Merry wasn’t related to me by blood, but I knew that her father was very protective of Merry still. I remember that I was able to escape from under my mother’s thumb at about the age she was at this point, and I was thinking that maybe I could help her with her father, although I wasn’t sure I would go as far as to expend a couple of tickets doing so.
However, one obvious thing was that Merry didn’t have the drive I had. She really liked to have fun, which wasn’t a bad thing, but didn’t seem to have a focus for her life, like I did with music. Now, I didn’t think that everybody needed to have a single-minded pursuit of any one specific thing, but I saw more of a carefree attitude in Merry than I did in anybody else that I associated with, with the possible exception of June.
Archy would be leaving soon on a football scholarship to Purdue. He needed to get there early for training camp. In addition, Wendy was moving to the west coast, enrolling in UCLA. I also found out through Sherry that her cousin Dale, Kristen’s old nemesis, was attending there as well.
Lynette gave up a dance scholarship on Long Island, NY to attend the local community college, mostly to stay close to Kristen who was also taking courses there during the summer. It was becoming obvious that Lynette would be a long term relationship with Kristen and myself. Lynette was becoming a regular fixture in my bed, although I only fucked her once, at Kristen’s request, so that Kristen could taste my semen in Lynette’s pussy afterward.
Lynette and I got along, although my feelings for her were much different than the feelings I had for June. I considered Lynette as Kristen’s special playmate, as June was mine. The big difference was that I knew my time with June would eventually come to an end the day she left for college in Ohio or Indiana to be closer to Archy.
Patty was also attending the community college. Kristen convinced both Lynette and Patty to switch their majors to business. In addition, Lynette would minor in education, and Patty’s minor would be art.