“I’m going to be first with you during the seven minutes of heaven,” June said. “I think I can blow you properly in seven minutes.”
“No!” I said, automatically, knowing that June’s blow jobs were as devastating to me as the nozzle seemed to be for females.
June laughed. “Something you don’t know, and maybe I’m not supposed to tell you, but if any cheerleader makes you come, the offending person has to undergo a public punishment.”
“Public?”
“Lynette never told us what it was, but we always tried to get the guys right to the point before we left them.”
“You wouldn’t!” I protested.
“Of course not,” June said, grinning at me. “I’ll simply swallow as you shoot. No evidence. Makes you safe for any cheerleader that follows.”
I laughed. “No, that may work, but the idea of seventeen other girls afterward is still too much to bear.”
“Aww, poor baby.”
Patty arrived with our pizza, and then moved into the booth next to me. “Dinner break.”
“Help yourself, Patty,” I said.
“I added hamburger and extra cheese for no charge.”
“Yum!” I said.
The three of us ate our first slice silently. When Patty finished hers, she asked, “So, it’s you and June solo until tomorrow night?”
“There’s Merry’s initiation,” I said.
“But it’s just you and June… two friends tonight?”
“Yeah,” I said. June nodded in agreement.
“Want company?” Patty asked. “I prefer sleeping with friends than with two lovers.”
“Overnight?” I asked.
“Why not? I can try to help rouse Kristen tomorrow morning.”
“What about your mother?” I asked.
“She knows we’re all friends. She doesn’t necessarily approve, but since I’m contributing to the household money, she doesn’t complain.”
I looked at June.
June understood that I was asking permission from her. “We’d love to have you, Patty,” June said.
“Thank you, June,” Patty said. “You are sweet, Jim, to think of June before answering.”
I blushed. “Good manners are always proper.”
June giggled. “Jim is such a sweetie. You should have seen how romantic Jim was last night at Emilio’s.”
I didn’t think talking about June’s anal encounter was a good idea at Roman’s, so I switched the subject. “We can introduce you to the nozzle when we wash all that garlic out of your body.”
“You do that,” Patty warned, “and I will personally bite your dick off.”
“I didn’t say we’d use it. You need four people to do it properly.”
Patty looked at June and then back at me. She finally laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys come up with a dungeon in the area where the garage is.”
“That would have to be in the basement,” I pointed out. “When Marla was visiting, Kris described my music studio as a torture chamber, with the covered electric piano as a vivisection table!”
“You never told me how that ended up,” Patty said.
“She wanted me to take her virginity, but I didn’t want to do it, so Kristen ended up scaring her into reconsidering.”
“And?”
“I don’t think she was satisfied, Patty,” I admitted. “I think she knew Kristen’s intentions and pretended to be scared. She still writes—I received another long letter from her yesterday. This one sounds different—maybe a bit more mature.”
“Sounds as if the two of you found the right answer.”
“Until next summer, of course. But by then, we might have our dungeon complete and scare her shitless!”
Patty and June laughed together.
June then asked me about what her mother said when she visited.
I sighed. There weren’t too many people around us, so I quickly brought Patty up to date on what June and I had done the night before.
“You guys really did that?” Patty asked, totally surprised.
“It was Jim,” June said. “He just seemed to have this idea about my mom, and this morning, when we talked, she said that she always had fantasies like that. She’s not into pain, but Jim made her feel so helpless as if she didn’t have any choice.”
“You handcuffed your own mother!” Patty said, then realized where she was and lowered her voice.
“Jim told me to do that.”
Patty looked at me for a few moments, and then shook her head and laughed. “I remember the sweetie pie that took us to Kneely Park last year. You’ve grown up in a year.”
“I’m still your sweetie pie, Patty,” I said.
“I know.”
Patty needed to get back to work.
June and I went to the nearby theater that was showing a popular movie called Shampoo, starring Warren Beatty, Julie Christie, and Goldie Hawn.
The theater was mostly packed, and since I prefer sitting in the center of the theater, there were people all around us. Even so, during the movie, I pulled June’s sun dress up way over her waist and June wiggled out of her panties discreetly. I whispered instructions to June, and she managed to take off her bra without removing the rest of her dress.
The girl on the other side of June apparently knew what the two of us were doing. Despite the fact that the darkness of the theater and June’s skin, there wasn’t much of June to be seen, I think the girl saw the whiteness of my hand fondling between June’s legs.
During a steamy scene on a bathroom floor where George, the hairdresser, is making love with Jackie, his mistress, I started fingering June directly on her clit. I heard June’s breath catch as she watched the scene and felt my finger between her legs.
It didn’t take long before I could read June’s cues. I moved over and kissed her hard, trying to prevent June from screaming out. It took about a minute for June to calm down and I was able to stop kissing her.
As I moved away from June, I noticed that the girl sitting next to her quickly looked away as I caught her watching us.
“The girl next to you watched you climax,” I whispered to June’s closest ear.
June moved over to kiss me, and before she pulled away, she whispered back, “You nasty, nasty boy!”
After the movie, there was about a half hour before Patty was able to get out of work. We just hung around.
“What you did to me in the theater was nasty!” June said, blushing to me.
“Didn’t you love it?” I asked.
“That’s not the point!” June protested.
“That is the point.”
“Mama’s right. You are dangerous.”
“I didn’t ask you to blow me in the theater!” I pointed out.
June started giggling. “You probably don’t have anything left. I saw what Kristen was able to coax out of you.”
“I’m sure you could conjure up a quart or so, my talented Baby.”
“You’d need a miracle, Jim.”
“Ouch!” I said, pretending to be insulted.
Once the three of us returned to the apartment, we led Patty straight to the communal shower room, and without saying a word, we systematically undressed Patty.
I brought Patty to one of the newer shower heads that I already snapped the nozzle to. June and I then gave Patty a practice spurt on her palm.
“That’s it?” Patty asked, confused.
“That’s not it,” I said. “Think of a girl, fresh from an orgasm, some additional water pressure, that stream directed strategically, and two people holding her down.”
“Oh!” Patty said. “It goes stronger?”
June turned up the pressure.