“Where did you hear that?” I asked Lynette.
“Gerry and I used to date. We’re still good friends and we talk.”
“I know the owner of Puppy Dawg’s,” Daniel said.
“Please, Mr. Swift,” I begged, “don’t talk to him. I want to succeed or fail on my own merits.”
Daniel nodded. “I wasn’t going to talk with him, but I was going to point out that your age might be a stumbling block. They serve alcohol there.”
“I’m not going to drink there, Daniel,” I said. “I’m just going to be a performer, part of a group, like you say Kristen was when Will was part of a group.”
Daniel was quiet for a moment and said, “If you call yourselves ‘Oogie Woogie and the Impromptu Jazz Band,’ then it will be you signing the papers. You’re still underage.”
I shrugged. “Lynette is eighteen. She can be our manager.”
Lynette and Kristen gasped at that statement. Daniel and Charley chuckled at their reaction.
Daniel said, “I thought the two of you would be used to Jim’s way of thinking by now.”
Kristen asked, “Huh?”
Daniel said, “Did you ever notice that he doesn’t bother thinking about roadblocks? When he comes to one, he simply moves around it. If somebody tells him about a problem in advance, he already has the answer worked out, but even if he doesn’t know about it in advance, he comes up with a quick solution.”
Lynette and Kristen were staring at me.
Daniel continued. “If I had a man with his talent for spotting solutions as quickly as Jim, I’d start him out at a hundred thousand and put him in charge of all my other employees. Too bad high finance isn’t Jim’s forté.”
Both girls at my side didn’t say anything, but Charley chuckled. “That’s why we love him, dear.”
The three of us declined an invitation to the steam room, and walked back to the apartment together.
“Your parents seem pretty at ease with our living situation,” Lynette said.
Kristen shrugged. “Mom and Dad told Will the whole story, and he told it to me. Mom was living with Aunt Honey when she met Dad. The three of them lived together in a similar relationship to ours until Dad proposed. Aunt Honey wanted to pursue a solo career anyway, so they broke it off amicably, but Mom knows what it’s like to live the way we do.”
“Aunt Honey?” I asked.
“I haven’t heard from her or about her in years,” Kristen said with a shrug. Her eyes moved down. “I sometimes miss her. She was always fun to be around.”
“Do you mean to say that your mom and your aunt were…”
“When Will told Mom about his lifestyle, she explained about hers, and how she understood. You don’t know how relieved Will was when he found out that Mom and Dad were very understanding. You’ll find my parents won’t be too judgmental.”
Lynette turned to me. “What’s this about me being a manager of a rock band?”
“I proposed it as a solution. I’d ask you first before I made any commitments.”
“Why would I be the manager, and not Kristen?”
“Kristen has enough to worry about with her money and everything. Without meaning anything bad about Kristen, you’re more thoughtful about others, and of all the people that I know, either you or Patty would be the perfect person to manage a band.”
“But I know nothing about managing a band!”
“You’re the one in college,” I said. “You now have an entire semester to plan. You said you were friends with Gerry, so you can talk to him since he’s played before. Find out what he would like to see in a manager.”
“You’re serious!” Lynette said.
“Welcome to the club, Lynette,” Kristen said with a smirk.
The girls headed upstairs, but I redirected them into the playroom.
“Rack ‘em up, Lynette. Kristen’s breaking.”
“It won’t be a fair game,” Lynette warned.
“I have a new game. Break and Come.”
“Huh?” Kristen asked.
“Lynette racks the balls,” I explained. “One of us shoots. The number of balls sunk on the break is the number of orgasms that person will get tonight. Sink the eight ball, and you’ll get the magic fifteen!”
“You want me to break for orgasms?” Kristen said.
“All of us, one break each.”
“You’re a silly and romantic man!”
Kristen was first, and she sunk two balls.
I racked them up for Lynette and she took her shot. Nothing sunk. Kristen and I agreed to give her another shot and she sank a solid ball.
Lynette racked them up for me.
I remembered a trick that Camille showed me that I practiced a lot. Despite the fact that my odds were about four in ten for this particular shot, in nearly every case, I always sunk at least one ball.
I moved the cue to the side on the diamond, a little bit away from the cushion to be able to put some English on the ball. I hit the cue ball low and to the right of the center with as much force as I could while still maintaining control over my destination.
The cue ball hit between the second and third balls in the rack, and almost immediately, a ball went straight to the corner on the side where I started the cue ball. The rest of the balls started to move, and a second ball sank. I was watching one ball in particular and saw it heading straight for the side pocket.
“He sunk the eight ball!” Lynette yelled.
I snickered. As I said, I was usually less than fifty percent on this shot, but sometimes it played out. Even without the eight ball, three other balls were sunk by that shot.
“Where did you learn that trick?” Lynette asked me.
Before I could answer, Kristen answered, “Camille.”
I nodded at Kristen.
“Do you think you have fifteen orgasms within you?” Kristen asked menacingly.
“Nope,” I admitted. “I’ll take two, and give six of mine to you, and the other seven to Lynette. That makes it eight for each of you, and two for little ole me.”
The two girls decided that since I was the big winner of the break, I should be the first to experience an orgasm. We went to the “recovery room” to enjoy our prizes.
Lynette started fondling my cock until it was hard. Kristen and Lynette took their places on either side of me, and each started licking my shaft.
This was one of my favorite activities, and despite the fact that I slept with more than one woman constantly, it didn’t happen very often. For some reason, Lynette, Kristen, and even June considered oral sex a private one on one experience. To tell you the truth, I usually felt the same way, but having Lynette and Kristen do it together to me that night felt special.
The two girls took turns taking me into my mouth for a couple of strokes, while the other one would continue licking my shaft, my balls, and occasionally kissing each other.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the best view of this action, so I compensated by simply closing my eyes and just focusing on the sensations.
After a bit, it got to the point where I couldn’t tell which girl was actively sucking me. It wasn’t as if the two girls had similar techniques, but what they were doing was out of the ordinary for either of them.
Feeling the two of them working on me made me feel like a king. I reveled in the sensations and realized that the girls weren’t trying very hard for me to achieve my release. I laid back, thinking about how lucky I was to have two wonderful women willing to please me.
It occurred to me that I could have any number of women willing to please me if I used my lucky tickets. This was a strange thought; I hadn’t even thought about them in the last few weeks. It was true, though. I could have every cheerleader in the school working on my dick at once, if such a thing was even possible.