I nodded. Lynette hadn’t told me, but I was able to realize that things seemed to be working in a certain direction that Kristen seemed to want. I wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. Kristen showed restraint when it came to me ass fucking June, and due to that, I was willing to make a promise to actually perform that act. When I did, however, it would be when I felt better about it.
Intellectually, I realized that the girls in the communal shower probably took liberties with Merry, but it was with her consent. If I allowed such decisions to be made by myself a year ago, then Merry should have the same luxury, although some chauvinistic part of me thought that things should be different for girls—or at least Merry.
As for whether or not I would actually engage in sexual activity with Merry, I would make that decision when it came up. I had a feeling that Kristen would allow me to take it at my own pace, and only prod me if I took too long to reach the same conclusion that Kristen already reached. There was a part of me that might resent Kristen if she pushed me in a direction that I had decided not to go, but this hadn’t happened yet so I decided it would be silly to get angry with Kristen over this before it actually happened.
I knew in my heart that there would probably be boundaries that Kristen wouldn’t have me cross. Fucking Archy in the ass—or, worse yet, having him do that to me—would be something that I’d stand firm on avoiding.
It occurred to me that I was laying in bed, completely and utterly sexually sated by the lovable June, and I was thinking of my lovely blonde Goddess. Life was swell.
I woke up as Kristen came into bed with me. We didn’t make love, which was unusual, but I curled up behind her and spooned with her as I rubbed her tits. I fell asleep with Kristen purring in front of me, and June snoring lightly behind me.
The next morning, I woke up to something that would normally be a nightmare: June had my cock in her mouth and she was in position to do one of her gargantuan numbers on me. I knew better than to complain, however. Instead, I just sighed. “What a way to die!” I breathed.
For some reason, June thought this was funny. Unfortunately, she had my erection deep in her throat as she started to laugh, and she started to choke.
Kristen had to actually pull June off me.
It took about four or five minutes for June to calm down.
“Kristen? Mistress?” June asked when she got her voice back.
“Yes?”
“Next time, am I allowed to gag Jim? I almost choked just now!”
Kristen just laughed. “Maybe you shouldn’t wake him up that way.”
“You do.”
“It seems that I’m not as devastating as you are, June.”
“I’m not Cunt Whore?” June asked.
Kristen shook her head. “Archy is gone. If Jim agrees, I think we’d love to have you share our bed as a friend and not as a servant.”
“Jim already suggested that,” June said, softly.
There were tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, June?” I asked, confused.
“Nothing…” June sniffed, and then started crying.
My cock wilted as June cried over me. I looked at Kristen and she shrugged at me.
“I’m sorry,” June said, brushing the tears from her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I repeated.
“I’m… fuck, fuck, fuck!” June cursed. She took a few minutes to try to compose herself.
I pulled June upward so that her naked body was on mine. “What’s wrong, June?” I asked again.
“How do you fucking do it? Kristen said that you were devastating, but she was wrong. I have been with you for a short period of time, taking everything you threw at me. I don’t think I’m equipped to handle the two of you together.”
“So, maybe it’s time to start some Goddess Stories,” I said.
“Don’t you fucking DARE!” Kristen cried.
June laughed, but her tears were still on her face.
“I’m sorry, June,” I said, hugging the black cheerleader as tight as I could. “You are devastating yourself.”
June smiled. “Archy says that.”
“You miss him, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s just snuggle together. The three of us,” I suggested.
It must have worked.
Patty, Kristen, June, and Lynette relived the Kneely Park parties we had almost a year ago. June and Lynette hadn’t been a part last year, but with Camille and Wendy on opposite coasts and not in the Midwest where we lived, they made adequate replacements.
In the spirit of reliving things, we decided to do nothing more than we did a year before. That basically limited everybody to relating a fantasy while masturbating. It was fun, but mostly tame compared to the activities that sometimes happened at the apartment.
While we were at Kneely Park, June informed me that her mother was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed that I didn’t really have any interest in ass fucking. She was no longer working up the courage to bind herself as June did. Patty hadn’t heard about June’s mother, and the three other girls delighted her with the Oogie Stories about me handling June’s mother, and also about how June bound herself to get punished, necessitating her mother to arrive, completely nude, to provide the key to the handcuffs.
“You know, Jim,” Kristen pointed out, “I bet the keys to my handcuffs would have worked.”
“You have handcuffs?” June asked, surprised.
“Yeah. I once harbored a desire to have Jim dominate me. However, having Lynette and June over, I found that I prefer being in charge.”
June and Lynette nodded.
“Dominating people doesn’t get me off that much,” I said, softly. “I prefer snuggling and kissing and all that other stuff. One of my favorite surprises was when Kristen revealed that she had a communal shower installed downstairs next to the playroom during the Senior Weekend. I think we’ve gone through close to a hundred bars of soap since then!”
“Jim loves rubbing soap on women’s breasts,” Kristen said, giggling, and Lynette and June agreed.
“In the shower is the closest I can get to fucking June with the least amount of danger,” I said. “The soap helps me slide between her legs. You should hear June howl when I do that!”
“June’s a screamer,” Lynette agreed.
“I know,” Patty said. “Everybody heard her at the villa in the shower room they had there.”
June blushed sweetly, but smiled.
The next day, Jackie arrived at the gate.
“Hey, Jackie,” Kristen said on the intercom. “What’s up?”
“I’d like to speak to you and Jim,” Jackie answered.
“Come on in,” Kristen invited them.
A few minutes later, Jackie drove what used to be Camille’s red Toyota into our parking lot and came into the apartment.
“What’s up, Jackie,” I said when Jackie arrived.
“I need to ask you guys a favor.”
“Anything, Jackie,” Kristen said.
“It’s about Merry’s initiation. She is the only sophomore that made it this year.”
“Cool! Merry must be so happy!” I said.
“We haven’t told her, yet. I wanted to talk to you, first. I’d like to tell her tomorrow, though.”
“This is about Merry’s initiation?” I repeated.
“Yeah. Lynette and June seem to think—well, they say that they know—that Merry will choose you to accompany her for her initiation. There’s no other guy in her life.”