“My kinky Goddess,” I smiled, humoring Kristen.
“I guess I am kinky,” Kristen answered, and she resumed sucking on my penis. Her action was slow and steady; she could just suckle on my cock for hours, enjoying the taste without making me reach orgasm.
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up and noticed Kristen was spooned against me. It was our favorite sleeping position. Kristen’s rhythmic breathing told me that she was asleep.
I closed my eyes, and considered how much of a lucky stiff I was to have such a lovely and beautiful person in love with me.
I felt my erection grow, and Kristen instinctively wiggled her ass against it in her sleep.
I sighed, enjoying the feel of Kristen. I was about to move my arm over her body so my hand rested on her delicate breast, and Kristen whispered. “You awake?”
“Yes,” I answered, moving my hand to its intended spot.
Kristen murmured happily as my fingers started to tease her nipple.
“I was serious before.”
“About what?”
“I’d like you to fuck another girl, and then I’ll eat your sperm from her cunt.”
The first time Kristen said that to me, she sounded wistful. This time, however, she sounded adamant. “Whatever,” I said, humoring her some more.
“I mean it. I want it before I turn eighteen. You have three months.”
“Whatever,” I said, hoping that Kristen would forget her delusion in the morning.
“I want you to fuck somebody else while I’m watching you take her, and afterward, I want to eat her out, tasting your sperm inside her.”
Something told me that Kristen wasn’t going to forget this the next morning.
The next morning, Kristen did remember. She repeated her request to me.
“Is this your fantasy?” I asked her.
Kristen looked thoughtful. “Well… a little.”
“Do you realize how unfair that would be if I were to actually take it seriously?”
Kristen looked incredulous. “Unfair?”
I had stayed up an hour or so that night figuring out what to say. I didn’t rehearse anything, but I knew the gist of what I needed to say. “Yes, it’s unfair. You want me to have sex—no, make love—with somebody that I don’t love! You don’t seem to consider my feelings about whether or not I’d want to sleep with somebody else, whether you were there or not. You know we waited for the perfect time to make love together; I always consider it special. You are suggesting that I cheapen it by screwing somebody I don’t care about, just so you can have this kinky fantasy. You also don’t seem to be considering the feelings of the other girl, as well.”
“You could care for her! You like Patty!”
“Patty is completely out of the question, Kris. We love each other… yes. However, that’s where it ends. It’s not a physical love. Patty wants a romantic love, and we don’t share that kind of love together. It wouldn’t be fair to Patty, and it could destroy whatever it is that we already have together. I won’t do it! Friends are too important to lose.”
Kristen looked at me confused.
“Listen, Kris. Patty was raped—RAPED!—by some ignorant asshole who fucked her and laughingly called her a good piece of ass. It has traumatized her for years. Do you really want me to treat her like a piece of ass myself? Where are your fucking feelings?”
“I didn’t know…”
“No, you didn’t,” I said, a bit softer. “And I might be violating Patty’s trust by telling you. I just want you to understand that it’s not just a simple thing of liking somebody and then hopping into the sack with that person. I’m not like that! She wants romance. She fucking deserves it. She’s one of the nicest people I know, and deserves to be treated like a princess.”
“I’m sorry.”
There was no way that I could continue to be mad at Kristen. “I know, and I’m sorry for dumping Patty’s problem on you.”
I kissed Kristen, and tasted salt.
“I’m sorry if I made you get mad…”
“Ssh,” I said to Kristen, soothingly.
After a few moments, I said, “Who else? Camille? She’ll go to bed with me. You know that she made offers to me in the past. She hasn’t done so recently, I think because Patty advised her to tone it down. Nevertheless, it wouldn’t really be special to her. For that reason, it wouldn’t be special to me. That would cheapen the entire act. And I’m not sure how Camille would react to having another girl lick her down there.”
“Camille does girls,” Kristen said, softly.
“How do you know?” I asked.
Kristen didn’t answer me.
“There’s one other person that would do it. Sherry. She’d probably drop her pants in a heartbeat. She’s in love with me, and has had some sort of puppy love for me since seventh grade. If I told her to let me fuck her and have you eat her out, she’d probably do it, even if she fucking hates you something fierce. Would that be fair to her? I can’t give her what she wants if what she really wants is me. She’ll resent it, and she’ll resent you even more for making her do it.”
“I hadn’t thought about her.”
“We could go into the city and find a prostitute. But then again, it wouldn’t be special, and it would cheapen the act for me.”
“No. I don’t want that.”
I had nothing more to add.
There was a few minutes of silence before Kristen asked me, “How do you do that?”
“You are mostly right about Camille. And you’re probably right about Sherry, too, although I don’t know her that well.”
I shrugged. “Anyway, it’s my turn to cook breakfast, my dear. How would you like your eggs?”
“The usual.”
“Two Cammy eggs coming up.”
This was a private joke between us, although I told Camille about it. ‘Cammy eggs’ meant ‘over easy,’ the way that Camille usually described herself. Camille loved having a style of eggs named after her.
Kristen didn’t laugh at my joke, but looked thoughtful as I prepared breakfast. She continued looking thoughtful while the two of us ate. I could see that she was considering my response to her request. I certainly hope I explained my feelings to her properly.
Unfortunately, I saw more frowns than smiles on Kristen’s face, and the smiles seemed to me to be a bit forced.
We met my family at the flea market. Kristen’s dark mood seemed to lighted up as enjoyed the novelty of the place, finding one-of-a-kind things. Once she got the hang of the place, Kristen found that she enjoyed talking with the many vendors, some of whom would remember her from her previous visit. Conversations would continue from the last time she visited.
One thing I noticed about Kristen was the way that she interacted with people. She always treated people with the utmost respect. Despite the fact that she was very well to do, she didn’t assume such affectation of being better than other people are.
I wondered how I had misjudged this wonderful creature all these years. I had originally thought that Kristen was a spoiled brat who looked down her nose at most of the people at school. It turned out that this wasn’t what Kristen was like at all. So how could I have so grievously erred in my original evaluation of her?
Part of the answer was that I had perceived Kristen to be the person that was responsible for turning Patrice against me back when she entered junior high. I recently found out, from both Patrice and Kristen, that this was definitely not the case. If there were one person to fault for this, that person would probably be Dale Hardy. Dale was a person that I admit that I didn’t really know, but I had already formed a nasty opinion of her.