“Have you been accepted to Harvard?” my mother asked, impressed.
“Um, I didn’t apply there,” Kristen said. “I’m probably going to spend a couple of years at the local community college.”
“Community college?”
“Patty’s going there, and I thought I’d attend with her. I can get most of the credits there transferred to most other schools in the state. I’m looking for my associates degree, and then I’ll attend college most likely in Massachusetts where I’ll get my bachelor’s and MBA.”
“Oh.”
“Well, we must be running. Are you ready, Jim?”
“Um… yes,” I was a bit amazed by this exchange. Kristen told me that it was possible for her to attend community college, but I didn’t think that idea would have flown over very well with her parents.
I found a coat and left the house with Kristen. Kristen’s father’s Mercedes was in the driveway behind my mother’s car. We got into the car and took off.
“So, did you have fun with Sherry today?” I asked.
Kristen nodded and said, “We talked. I heard that you had some fun, too. Sherry told me that all the cheerleaders gave you rather hefty kisses.”
“I was just doing what I was told…” I explained.
“Oh, pooh!” Kristen said. “I’m not jealous. Well, maybe a little. I heard you played dress-up with Sherry. Maybe we’ll do that tomorrow morning. I have a new push-up bra that I’d like you to check out.”
“Oh, sure. So, what did the two of you do?”
“We went to Vaughn’s. Sherry needed me to take her to Camille’s for something else later, so I dropped her off there.”
Kristen smiled. “So, while she was over, I invited Sherry over tomorrow, and she called her parents and they said yes. We’ll be seeing Sherry tomorrow.”
“Is the playroom still set up for the party?” I asked, wondering if the bed was back.
“No, I was going to have everything moved back in this morning,” Kristen explained. “Now, I’ve decided that I’m working on a new layout, though, since all the rooms in the building are not being used except for the garage. I was thinking of making this a huge apartment with a couple of bedrooms, and such. You can help me; it will be our own home, complete with a master bedroom, a decent kitchen, a guest room or two, and stuff like that.”
“You make it sound like I’ll be living there,” I pointed out.
“Why not?” Kristen asked. “You’re already living here on weekends.”
I shrugged. “My mom may have a few words about that, but I’d love to help you design it.”
“I’ve already started moving all my stuff from the main house into here. Even if you won’t move here full time, I will.”
“You’re moving into your playroom for real?”
“Yup, but it’s now my apartment. My parents already approved it. I’ve even paid rent to my father through the end of the year. An idea had been floating through my mind for a few weeks now, but I wanted to let you know when everything fell into place. You’ll love it when we’re done with it.”
“So, I guess Madison is out for this weekend.”
Kristen looked at me. “I’ll drive if you really want to go, but we’ll have to call Sherry and the rest of the guests that you invited.”
“I forgot about Patrice and Jack. I actually feel like relaxing this weekend. Staying here would be a nice idea.”
“You don’t mind that I invited Sherry, do you?” Kristen asked.
“I’d like to see Sherry again. I’m glad the two of you are becoming friends.”
Kristen looked at me. “That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”
I think my expression betrayed me, so I said, “Well, yes. She didn’t like you, and I told her that she should get to know you before making judgments. Remember how I originally felt about you before I got to know you?”
Kristen nodded.
When we got to Kristen’s new apartment, I found that the bedroom now contained a king sized bed. I whistled at it.
“Let’s inaugurate it, Jim!”
“Hmmm,” I answered. “Let’s do it proper, then.”
“What do you mean, proper?”
I didn’t answer, but took Kristen by the hand out of the bedroom. I then picked her up off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. “My darling, it would be my honor to carry you across this threshold.”
“Oh, my hero!” Kristen swooned in her Scarlet O’Hara voice.
Carrying Kristen back into the bedroom, I deposited her onto the bed and said, “It is time for me to unwrap my gift!” Within seconds, I threw Kristen’s clothes all throughout the bedroom. She was wearing a pair of crotchless panties—my naughty minx!—and I took them off as well. I wanted her naked.
“What’s next, my hero?” my naked Kristen asked breathlessly.
“Tonight, I make tender love to you. I will suck on those lovely breasts and lick your beautiful pussy all night. I will make love to you the exact same way that you love to suck on my cock. I want to do all the work tonight.”
Kristen looked at me strangely. “Do you mean that I won’t get to suck you?”
“Not until after seven in the morning. This is your night, my fair Goddess. I get to hug, fondle, suck, and do whatever I want to you, and the only thing you can do in return is kiss me. Well, you can moan or whimper, if you feel the need.”
Kristen made a face. “I don’t whimper!”
“And I don’t snore!” I laughed in response.
Kristen laughed as well. “One of these days, I’m gonna make a cassette recording and prove that you snore!”
“And I’ll deny that it’s me on the tape,” I answered smugly. “You’ll have proved nothing.”
The two of us giggled and kissed. We were two teenagers in love, and I tried my best to make this the most special night for my lovely blonde Goddess.
I spent over an hour sucking, pinching, kneading, and loving her breasts. I then moved southward, lapping up the aromatic juices from between her legs. I kissed her face and we sucked each other’s tongues into our mouths.
Kristen experienced a couple of small orgasms, and she fell asleep during my second onslaught on her breasts. Her hands were absently patting my hair as I sucked her breast. I could feel the rhythmic movement of her chest as she slept.
I fell asleep as well, luxuriating in the warmth of Kristen’s body and the heavy down comforters on the bed. I woke up to Kristen now-familiar sucking of my cock. Without having to open my eyes, I knew that it was exactly seven o’clock and zero seconds.
It didn’t take Kristen long for her talented mouth to get me to shoot off. I desperately needed to pee, so I got up after I came, but Kristen held me down.
“I loved what you did for me last night,” Kristen said, kissing me. I could taste the residue from my semen in her mouth.
“I wanted to make it special for you, Goddess,” I said, once we broke from the kiss. “I wanted it as special as you always make it for me.”
Kristen looked at me sternly, “Can you please make me a promise?”
“Anything, my dear.”
“Let’s not do that too often,” Kristen said. “I still have the cravings, even if they are minor. I found that having you with me last night is distracting. I couldn’t sleep very well knowing that you are so close and I was not allowed to suck you.”
I looked at Kristen and saw that she was serious. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Kris!”
Kristen sobbed quietly. “I’m not hurt, Jim. I know you meant well, and I love you for that. You just need to know that I don’t always suck you just to please you; I have a need as well. I know it’s selfish…”