“You’re welcome!”
June and I slept in the new bedroom. We didn’t do anything other than cuddle.
I woke up as June was getting out of the bed the next morning. June woke up early because she needed to do some stuff with her mother.
I kissed her and pulled on my robe, and walked her to her car. I watched as June drove away.
As soon as June left, my thoughts returned to Lynette and that heartless name I called her.
There were no clothes in the downstairs bedroom, and all my clothes were in the master bedroom. I did have a change of underwear and a pair of sandals in the communal shower, so I took a lonely shower there, toweled off, and then got dressed in one of the robes in the shower.
I made my way upstairs, and saw the master bedroom door was closed.
Sighing, I went downstairs and started working on the “sucker shot” that Camille taught me.
It took nearly an hour and a half, but I finally figured out the correct combination of where to hit the ball and where to send it into the cushion to make the shot. With another ten minutes’ effort, I sunk twelve in a row.
I looked up at the time, and it was almost eight thirty.
I walked back upstairs and when I entered the apartment, I saw Kristen and Lynette sitting at the dining room table totally nude and eating blueberry pancakes.
I sighed. I had hoped that the girls wouldn’t be up. I wanted to figure out a way to say “I’m sorry,” but I was so worried about feeling bad for what I did, that I hadn’t come up with any ideas on what to actually say.
“Hello. It’s Mr. Asshole,” I said. “May I come in?”
Lynette looked at Kristen, who nodded.
Lynette then ran over to me and hugged me. “Jim! I forgive you!”
“Um… I’m… what?” I said, totally confused.
“That girl must love you as much as I love Kris,” Lynette said.
“Huh?” This wasn’t making any sense to me. I hadn’t even started my apology.
“June left us a note.”
“June?”
“Yeah. She told us to go downstairs to the studio and play the tape there.”
“What tape?”
“The one you made last night.”
“What tape?” I repeated. “I didn’t make any tape!”
Lynette looked at me strangely. “You made a tape last night. You played the piano, and when you started to sing, you stopped after a couple of words, and then you started crying. Don’t you remember?”
“The tape was running?” I asked, incredulously. Oh, shit! I had been set up to record that as a test session with June!
“June must have stopped it,” Lynette said. “Kris and I went downstairs, and Kris showed me how to rewind and play it.”
I shook my head and took a deep breath. “Lynette, I’m sorry for that lesbian remark and for calling you a bitch. It was stupid and callous. I was trying to say something, but I was angry, and I had no right to…”
“Shut up, Jim!” Lynette said, moving her mouth over mine and kissing me.
I allowed Lynette to kiss me, and when she pulled away, I started talking again. This time, I kept her away with my arms. “As I was saying, I had no right to call you that. I knew that you were hurting, but I wanted to… maybe shock you into realizing how much the two of you love one another.”
Lynette nodded.
I turned to my Goddess. “Kris, I’m also sorry to you for that remark. It was stupid, and I let my mouth run off without my brain being in gear.”
Kristen said, “I wasn’t angry with you, Jim.”
“Are you done?” Lynette asked.
“Um… I guess so.”
“Want some pancakes? There’s more batter in the kitchen.”
I went to the kitchen, but Kristen grabbed me before I could enter it. “You sit here, Jim,” Kristen said. “Too many people have been saying ‘I’m sorry.’ Let’s just love one another for a day or so. All right?”
I looked at my lovely Goddess, and then over to Lynette. “I’d appreciate that very much.”
Chapter 32—Parental Advice
June’s note, which had been to Kristen and Lynette, also said that she’d be over the next morning to pick me up, and we’d be able to pick up Merry for the initiation on Saturday.
I knew that I’d miss not having June around that day, but in reality, I was very happy that I’d be able to spend some quality time alone with Lynette and Kristen. I had a lot of making up to do with Lynette, who I had blown up at the previous night.
Kristen started to undress me after Lynette went into the kitchen to cook my pancakes. In the meantime, Kristen sat on my lap and fed me from her own plate.
“Is this June’s recipe?” I called out to Lynette.
“Yeah,” Lynette replied, “it’s her mother’s. You seemed to like them when June made them.”
“They’re great!” I said before Kristen shoveled another forkful into my mouth.
I found Lynette’s fork and I used it to feed Kristen while she was feeding me. Of course, the entire process of feeding each other just made for a mess, but we were enjoying ourselves.
When Lynette came out of the kitchen with my plate, she noticed that both Kristen and I had purple stains on our faces from the blueberries and whipped cream in quite a lot of places that indicated that our aim wasn’t always intentionally correct.
Lynette giggled as she saw the two of us, and went back into the kitchen. When she returned, she was carrying a plastic tablecloth for the table. She unfolded the tablecloth and placed it on the living room floor.
Next, Lynette came over to where Kristen and I were still feeding each other, and simply picked Kristen up from my lap. She carried my blonde Goddess over to the outstretched tablecloth and placed her in the middle.
“Stay there,” Lynette told Kristen.
Lynette crooked her finger to me, indicating that I was to get up, and at the same time, she picked up the plate she just took out of the kitchen. Without warning, Lynette dumped the pancakes onto Kristen’s belly.
“Ow!” Kristen yelled as the warm pancakes hit her body.
“There,” Lynette said, satisfied. “You want a mess? Let’s eat breakfast off Kristen!”
Despite Kristen’s initial cry of surprise, apparently the pancakes weren’t too hot for her skin.
I laughed, and got myself a fork and a butter knife and squatted next to Kristen. I tenderly cut a piece of a pancake and fed it to Kristen.
“Hmm,” Kristen said, enjoying her bite.
I wasn’t prepared when Lynette came over to the other side of Kristen and started pouring the expensive blueberry syrup generously over Kristen’s body, hitting her breasts, her legs, her face, and a little on the actual pancakes. She put the syrup back on the dining room table and then went back to where Kristen was and started smearing the syrup all over her body, before starting to lick it off lightly from Kristen’s nearest breast.
I got the idea, and joined Lynette on the other breast.