Patty blushed at Camille’s compliment.
“I like those hearts on Kristen myself,” I said, not wanting Kristen to go unappreciated.
“You see?” Kristen told Patty. “I told you they would like these!”
“Oogie like!” I said, trying my best to force my voice into a low register like the Hulk cartoon.
Patty and Kristen laughed, and both of them came over to me and gave me hugs and kisses.
The girls went back to the bedroom and put on their outfits. For two girls going to a Chinese restaurant, they were a bit overdressed. Do you think I minded?
At the Islander, I found myself distracted, remembering the lingerie show that Patty and Kristen gave me. The last time I was at the Islander, I recalled, I was distracted as well.
It was obvious that my women troubles were only just beginning.
Kristen and I drove Patty and Camille to their homes and made sure we were back at the apartment before midnight. We wanted to do a “before” and “after” session about Kristen turning eighteen, and we did so.
Instead of sucking me when we got into bed at a quarter after eleven at night, Kristen insisted on fucking me. I mentioned that this wasn’t a big part of our nights together, mostly due to Kristen’s addiction to my sperm, but that was what Kristen wanted.
I remembered the argument Kristen and I had the previous autumn, and also remembered her original ultimatum: to fulfill her fantasy before her eighteenth birthday. I didn’t carry out her request, yet, and I felt a bit bad. I still couldn’t decide whether or not whether or not I would comply with her request, and her deadline was approaching.
After I shot off into Kristen’s womb, I immediately moved into a sixty-nine position and tried as much as I could to suck my own seed from Kristen. During the four and a half months we were dating, I had plenty of experience with having my own seed in my mouth, mostly from Kristen. I was going to do this for her. I looked at the alarm clock and noticed that it was five minutes until midnight. I moved back up to my darling and kissed her, giving her my seed, mixed with her own juices and my saliva.
It wasn’t exactly what she demanded, but I gave her what I could.
Kristen’s response was to pull my body so close to her that her breasts were flattened in between us. “Thank you, Jim!” Kristen breathed after a couple of minutes.
“Midnight, Goddess!” I said, noticing the time.
“I love you, Oogie!” Kristen cried.
The love of my life just cried and cried. Nothing I could do could stop her. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she continued to cry.
Oh, fuck. I thought that this would have been a good compromise.
I simple held Kristen in my arms until she calmed down. “I’m sorry, Oogie.”
I figured it was time to respond, so I said, “I’m sorry, Kristen. I knew how important your request was, and I failed you.”
“Huh?” Kristen asked, confused.
“I knew what you wanted before your birthday. I couldn’t do it.”
“But you did!” Kristen shouted. “I didn’t get it from another girl, but I got it from you!”
“No…”
“Jim!” Kristen interrupted. “Don’t make this another story. You did the right thing.”
“Another story?” I asked, confused.
“Forget it,” Kristen said. “You don’t want to know.”
“Story?”
Kristen didn’t answer me. “I love you, Jim,” she said.
“I love you, Kris.”
The two of us noticed the time and very soon afterward, I made love with an adult over the age of eighteen.
Kristen was all excited about her party, which she knew would be at the American Legion hall.
That morning, Kristen and I ate breakfast with her parents.
“You look excited, Kris,” Kristen’s father told her.
“It’s my first birthday party with Jim,” Kristen enthused.
Kristen’s mother looked at her husband with warm eyes. “I remember my first birthday party with Daniel. I was a college student trying to earn some spending money, and I needed to work on my birthday. Daniel was at the club, and he spoke to me.”
Kristen’s parents just looked at one another at this point, silence pervading the room.
“Daniel told me that you were a musician in college,” I said to Kristen’s mother.
“Daniel?” Kristen asked.
Mr. Swift laughed. “I’ve asked Jim to call me that. He seems pretty mature, and you know I don’t like being called ‘Mr. Swift.’ That was my father’s name.”
I laughed quietly. I think Daniel felt the same way about fathers as I did.
“In that case, call me Charley,” Kristen’s mother said. “And yes, I played bass guitar and occasionally sang.”
“I’ve tried playing guitar,” I admitted. “I never got the fingering right.”
“Bass is much easier,” Kristen’s mom replied. “Our band was a novelty with girls doing all the instruments. We did a few clubs, but mostly weddings. It paid the bills.”
“I may have to play weddings myself if I’m going to be a musician. I guess it’s a way of paying your dues.”
Kristen looked alarmed. “Oh, Jim, you’re much too good for weddings!”
“What was your band’s name?” I asked, changing the subject.
“’Honey Drippers,’ named after Honey Carlisle, our lead singer.”
“Honey was a torch singer,” Daniel added. “Her voice sounded much the same as Peggy Lee’s.”
“That’s a cool name for a band,” I said. “Did you do any rock?”
“Heaven’s no!” Kristen’s mom replied. “This was the early 1950s. We did some swing, but mostly ballads. You know, Andrews Sisters type stuff. I sang harmony to Honey.”
“So, like, did Daniel talk to you after your set?” I asked, wanting to get the goods on Kristen’s parents.
Daniel laughed. “I was transfixed during the performance. Most every guy’s eyes were on Honey, but I saw Charley here and I knew my future was with her. When I saw her after her performance, she seemed to like me immediately, too.”
Suddenly, something registered in my mind and I got the germ of an idea.
“Can you excuse me, Kris?” I asked. “I just remembered something I forgot in the apartment.”
“A present for me?” Kristen asked, sweetly.
“Could be!” I smiled.
At the apartment, I called my music teacher’s home number.
“Hello,” Mr. Proilet said as he answered the phone.
“Mr. Proilet, do you still have access to the spring concert music from a couple of years back?”
“Jim! Glad to hear you… I think I have those. Which song?”
“The one you borrowed me from the junior high to do lead trumpet.”
“That one! Yeah. I’ve got it. I was thinking of maybe doing it again next year.”
“Think the birthday people can sight read it? I don’t remember it being that difficult.”
Mr. Proilet paused. “The folks you have in your group should do it justice, but there are no guitar parts.”
“Maybe I could have Gerry do the second solo.”
“You’d have to transpose it. I don’t think Gerry does sight transposition.”
Damn! I wished I thought of this earlier. “Gerry’s own band is going to do a set without the rest of the band, so he could sit out this one.”
“That would work.”
“Do you have the lyrics? I was thinking of having Stacy and Lynn do the vocals.”
“The vocals are for three parts,” Mr. Proilet pointed out.
“I have another girl in mind.”
“Kristen?”
I snickered. “Maybe. It will be a surprise.”