I finally moved back to Marla, who was still standing at the entrance of the apartment. “Everybody, this is Marla. She comes from California, and is only here for a short period of time. She appears to love showers, orgasms, and a certain piano player. She would like to lose her virginity if she gets the blessing of the Goddess. If not, I have promised her a night of ecstasy, and I think that everybody that is staring at this vision of loveliness will have no problems fulfilling that promise with me. Her special fantasy is to have her own special Oogie Story that she will tell nobody, which I think might be impossible, since the point of most Oogie Stories has been to tell it to everybody in the whole fucking world.”
I looked around, pleased that I managed to do such a good job. “Why don’t you sit down next to June, Marla?” I suggested. “Tonight, you’re family.”
Marla moved next to June, and there was a slight awkward moment when June avoided Marla, not knowing how she would feel having another nude girl touch her. Marla simply kissed June, mashing her breasts against June’s, letting June know that she didn’t mind.
I sighed in triumph.
“Don’t you dare!” Kristen warned.
I looked at my Goddess, confused.
Kristen said, “I am not going to take that silly introduction lying down!”
Lynette took that very moment to position herself between Kristen’s legs and start licking.
“Oh, fuck!” Kristen said. “I guess I’m going to have to. Well, I’m going to get even. That oaf that’s standing there with a smirk on his face is Jim, who is also known as Master, Mr. Big, and Oogie.”
The Mr. Big name drew a giggle from June, as it always did.
“Oogie likes showers, taking virgins on pool tables, and forcing girls to blow him only to make them spit the semen from their mouths into mine, which I happen to like, but that’s not the point. He had a single sexual experience with a wild girl from the West Coast, and she found herself hopelessly in love with him. He did more or less the same with me as well as many people you already know. He is the kindest, most caring, and most wonderful man on the earth. He also thinks for some silly reason that I am the perfect woman for him, so I find myself having to work my ass off making him happy so that he doesn’t get bored with me and have to give me one of his ‘let’s be friends’ speeches that he has mastered. This guy leaves women behind not upset that he’s leaving them, but makes them sop their panties in the thought that his doing so is, of course, the best thing that ever happened in their life. He is a one man wrecking crew: he can turn a heterosexual virgin into a Cunt Whore in ninety minutes, and the girl thinks it was her own idea. Loving this man is devastating, and he’ll leave your heart completely full of his love for you in return.”
When Kristen finished, there wasn’t any movement in the room. Even Lynette stopped her oral attentions on her mistress and turned to look at me.
“Um…” I said, not really expecting that from Kristen. “I think I may need a second opinion…”
“Ditto!” June yelled.
“Ditto!” Lynette agreed.
“Ditto!” Marla said, getting into the mood.
“It’s unanimous, Jim,” Kristen said, solemnly.
“OK. I’m Mr. Perfect,” I said, sullenly.
“Mr. Asshole is more like it,” Kristen said. “But your heart is good, and that is what counts.”
“Oh, Kristen, did I ever tell you I love you?” I said, boring my eyes into hers.
“Oh, just every fucking day since you first said it,” Kristen said, her voice a bit softer.
“I love you,” I said. “Just in case I forgot today.”
“You didn’t,” Kristen said softly.
Marla was serious about me taking her virginity.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this.
I wasn’t sure about Marla’s motives. There was an image of me as this superhero that I didn’t think that any human could live up to. Kristen’s “introduction” of me to Marla didn’t help that situation at all, but seemed to make Marla even more determined that I would be her first.
From my earliest sexual experience a year ago with Patrice, I knew that a woman’s virginity was extremely precious. A woman would always remember the person who took it from her, and I didn’t want to be that person for Marla. I hadn’t been aware of Marla’s virgin status until she told me, and my initial attitude would be to have her wait for the right person to take it, since I never seriously considered myself to be the right person for Marla.
Kristen was first and foremost in my love interests. I would willingly give up all other females in my life for her, but she seemed willing to share. June and Patty, and to a lesser extent Lynette and Camille, were the only other girls who could vie for my affections.
Truthfully, I only barely knew Marla. I did have a fling with her a year ago courtesy of my tickets, and even though she forgave me, I didn’t consider her a very important part of my life. I knew that taking Marla’s virginity would put me directly into the cross hairs of her sights on me, and she might want to start working her way into my inner circle. She might even try to replace Kristen in my life.
“What are you thinking about, Jim?” Kristen asked me, noticing that I hadn’t been listening to the girls talking.
“Huh?” I asked, just realizing that my mind was wandering.
“You’re a million miles away.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said sheepishly.
“What were you thinking about?” Kristen asked again. Kristen was persistent.
“Nothing, I guess,” I lied.
Kristen, Lynette, and June all gave me a funny look. Marla saw this and looked confused.
“What?” I asked.
Kristen shrugged and turned to Marla. “Were you serious about an orgy?”
“What do you mean?” Marla asked, surprised.
“You asked, ‘Does the orgy start now?’” Kristen explained. “Were you serious?”
“Um…” Marla looked uncertain.
“We have what we call the Cheerleaders’ Rules. May I explain them to you?” Kristen asked.
“Rules?”
“The first rule is that everything that happens requires consent. Lynette and June have already given consent to do whatever Jim and I request them to do. Their consent is for us to order them, Marla, not you. We might ask them to ‘do’ you, but if you ask them, it will be up to them to decide. Likewise, you haven’t given any consent to anything yet. You are sitting in our living room, nude. Nobody will touch you, and nobody will be asked to touch you, unless you initiate contact first or you specifically give your consent.”
Marla nodded. “I…”
“Please let me finish, Marla,” Kristen interrupted. “You’ve already taken a shower with Jim and me, so you’ve already given some consent to the two of us, but you haven’t yet to June and Lynette. You may not be comfortable with one of us girls getting physical with you—I know it took me a while to gather up the courage, and we all understand. We will think no less of you if you don’t want that. In return, we don’t want you to think less of the three of us because we do. I think the entire basis for the Cheerleaders’ Rules is respect. Respect each other and each other’s wishes.”
Marla nodded again. “I think I understand.”
Kristen smiled, but her tone got serious. “Let me start with my limitation on Jim. We’re partners, and partners need to give consent as well. My limitation is that whatever you do with Jim, other than what you may have done privately in the practice room, I want to be there. I’m not asking to participate, but I want to be there.”