I realized that Merry was going to be a cheerleader. With a ticket, I could make her mine, devoting her body and her entire being to providing me comfort. I could find the girls that I thought were too big for their britches and fuck them in the ass dry in front of all their friends.
Suddenly, I wondered where were these thoughts coming from? I was out of the revenge business, but here I was, actually fantasizing about doing it again with a vengeance. Had I learned nothing?
Why was I even fantasizing about anybody else when Lynette and Kristen were right here in bed with me, doing their damnedest to make this the longest blow job of my life?
My eyes shot open as I realized that Camille’s warnings were true. Just as I got the urge to make Camille my slave that day at Lake Shore Point, those tickets were still trying to get control of my life!
I must have been breathing very hard, because Kristen left her spot near my dick and moved over to me and kissed me warmly. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“I’m not sure,” I said.
“I’ll chase those ghosts away,” Kristen murmured, and she kissed me again, this time for a longer period of time.
Lynette was sucking me now, my dick about halfway in her mouth. Like Kristen, Lynette knew how to go deep, but she once confided to me that she didn’t enjoy it. For that reason, she was taking me just to the point where I would reach her throat. Even so, Lynette was talented enough to know how to use her lips and tongue, and with the added stimulation of Kristen kissing me, I realized that my arousal was reaching its limit.
Kristen must have sensed my feelings, as she stopped kissing me and took over for Lynette. Lynette, for her part, took over where Kristen left off and started kissing me. I soon felt myself pouring my essence into Kristen’s sucking mouth.
I was happy that Kristen was able to get her “fix” from me, and Lynette seemed in no hurry to stop kissing me. This was fine with me, and I continued kissing her.
Unfortunately, for some reason, as I was kissing Lynette, I fell fast asleep.
I didn’t realize that I fell asleep until I woke up in the middle of the night. I turned around and saw Kristen and Lynette in a tight hug, their steady breathing indicating that they were asleep. I felt terrible about falling asleep while we were making love—and it wasn’t the first time for me! Quietly, I moved until I was spooned behind Kristen. I felt Kristen’s ass wiggle against me in her sleep, and I fell asleep once again, hugging my lovely blonde Goddess.
Chapter 33—Double Initiation
The next day, June picked me up from the apartment and drove me to my house at 11:45.
Merry was impatiently waiting for me in front of the house.
“You’re late!” Merry demanded.
“Kristen got hurt a couple of days ago,” I said. “I wanted to make sure she was all right before I left, Shortcake.”
“Kristen’s hurt?” Merry said, suddenly finding a new perspective.
“She was in a wheelchair the other day,” June said.
“Not Kristen!” Merry said. Suddenly, our being late wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“Nothing is broken,” June said. “No bones, anyway,” she added quickly.
“We took her to the doctor’s the other day. She was on pain pills and Lynette is taking care of her now,” I added.
“How did she get hurt?” Merry asked.
“Accident in the shower,” I answered with a straight face.
Both June and I practiced not smirking or otherwise giving away the true nature of Kristen’s injuries. If Kristen wanted to tell Merry, I figured, then it would be her own decision.
Merry looked from June to me and then back to June.
“If you want to get to school, Shortcake…”
Merry realized that time was going short. “Oh, yeah!”
“Tell Mom and your dad good-bye, Merry.”
Merry raced into the house and was out about ten seconds later. I think this was a local record for good-byes.
Despite Merry’s worries, June got us to the high school on time.
The ceremony started out similar to the one I experienced with Sherry—I needed to undress Merry.
I figured that this was an easy thing for me to do, but I was wrong. Although Sherry was infatuated with me, I didn’t really love her in return when I was part of her initiation. She was a just friend—a recent friend!—but I really didn’t have a relationship with her.
I had relationships with some women. There was Kristen, of course, who was still recuperating at our apartment. Then there was Lynette, who found a love in me that I never knew existed. June, who allowed me to visit the dark side of both of our personalities, was another. Of course, there was also my mother, who was probably the one female that most influenced my life.
Then there was Merry. That cute, sweet, innocent girl that I manipulated into the cheerleading squad in high school… the one that I still sort of thought of as a perpetual adolescent… the one that I fell in love with.
I never fell out of love with Merry. I mean, I knew that she grew, but I cast her as the “Fisherman” in the Spring Concert as if she were still the pre-teenager that she was the first time I met her.
It seems that I fell into a trap that many older brothers fall into when it comes to kid sisters. There’s an image of them at a certain age that is forever burned into their minds, and no matter how many years pass afterward, that image is still what comes up when the word “sister” is mentioned.
Back in the present, I was now required to undress Merry.
It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to do this. I’ve undressed many females in the past year. Nevertheless, there was a nervousness that I normally didn’t have with any of my friends.
I knew this was all a trick of the mind. I forced myself to think of Merry as the person who experienced the communal shower at our apartment, the place the cheerleaders dubbed The Den of Iniquity.
Unbuttoning Merry’s blouse, I felt her shiver, and I knew that Merry had as much difficulty and possible embarrassment with this as I did.
Actually, that made me feel a little better. We were both sharing the same feeling. It was as if the bond that we shared between us was getting stronger.
I steeled myself and forced myself to do the job. Suddenly, my fingers found themselves more sure of themselves, ignoring our nervousness. In fact, as I continued, I noticed Merry looking up at me in admiration.
When Merry was totally nude, I looked for Merry’s sponsor, June. I didn’t have any uniform for Merry to change into. June stepped into another aisle when there was a minor crisis with another couple, leaving the two of us alone.