I gave Kristen a dirty look that must have worked because her look almost immediately softened.
“I’m sorry, Jim,” Kristen said. “It’s just that… you know… those tickets… I mean, you don’t use them… or at least I don’t think you do…”
“Please, Kristen,” I said. “I know that I hurt you with them, and I have stopped using them. However, we now have to deal with the fact that somebody else also has them.”
Kristen was quiet for a few moments. I could see her start to calm down. “I still don’t think that I want Sherry to be practicing on you…”
“I think we have a solution for that,” I said, remembering Camille’s brilliant idea. “Camille has a… well… she has one of those… rubber…” I couldn’t continue.
After a few moments, Kristen’s eyes opened wide. “Didoes?” Kristen asked, incredulously.
“Yeah,” I said, reddening. “She says it’s kind of big, but Sherry can practice on that.”
For the first time since I handed Kristen a ticket that day, Kristen actually smiled. “Cammy comes up with the strangest ideas. Now tell me about Debbie Lombardi and Camille.”
I told Kristen most of what I knew that Camille told me a few weeks earlier, omitting some of the things that weren’t very pertinent, including how the tickets had been used on me.
Camille was at the apartment about a half hour later.
Kristen looked at Camille quite strangely. I decided to demonstrate Camille’s immunity quite dramatically.
Without warning, I pulled out a ticket and handed it to Camille in front of Kristen.
Camille looked at me, and then at Kristen. She said, “Fuck you, Jim!”
Kristen was quite surprised. “Huh?”
“Do you want me to do the ‘You have one wish’ bit, Kris?” Camille asked.
“They really don’t work on you?” Kristen asked.
“I can’t tell you,” Camille said, looking at me for support.
“Now do you believe me, Kris?” I asked.
“Let me see that ticket, Cammy.”
“I… I can’t.”
“Why not?” Kristen asked.
“I can’t tell you,” Camille said, this time looking extremely frustrated.
I didn’t expect this. “It might be because if she hands it to you, you’ll be forced to grant a wish.”
Camille shook her head. “I can’t tell you,” she repeated.
“Kristen, if and when I find out, I’ll let you know as much as I can possibly tell you,” I assured my Goddess. I had told Kristen earlier that Camille could only talk about the tickets with me.
Kristen looked from Camille to me and decided that she should change the subject.
“Where’s your toy?” Kristen asked Camille.
Camille finally smiled. She had a bag with her, and she rooted around on the bottom of it and pulled out a realistic looking penis, if you considered a thirty inch double-ended penis to look “realistic.”
“Ooh,” Kristen said, her eyes transfixed. “It looks like it was made for sharing!”
Camille rolled her eyes at that remark.
“Put that away,” I said to Camille. “It’s making me feel inadequate!”
Kristen laughed and said, “Oh, poor Oogie Woogie! I’m quite familiar with yours, and you should be proud.”
I received one of Kristen’s patented dick hardening kisses.
After we broke our kiss, Camille asked Kristen, “May I try?”
Camille showed me that despite Kristen’s patent, she was quite capable of giving me her own version of that same kiss.
As Camille kissed me, Kristen unfastened my pants, and showed me that she had the fucking nerve to actually measure me against that rubber monster that Camille brought with her!
After Camille and I broke our kiss, Camille looked down and said, “I haven’t seen that since New Year’s Day.”
“Don’t be getting any ideas, Cammy,” Kristen said, laughing.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I’m glad Kristen wasn’t angry at me about all this.
Sherry arrived about seven in the evening. Her mother announced Sherry over the intercom.
“Come on up,” I said, trying not to scare Sherry too much.
Sherry arrived in the apartment a couple of minutes later. She seemed surprised to see Camille in the apartment.
Before Sherry could tell us her problem, Camille took over. “Jim, Kristen, and I know all about Tim Hawking.”
Sherry looked shocked. “He said… I mean… I’m supposed…”
I had a ticket at the ready. I handed it to Sherry.
“You have one wish,” she monotoned.
“You are not to obey any of Tim Hawking’s wishes.”
“I cannot grant that wish.”
Shit! It was worth a shot, anyway. I tried another strategy. “All right, then,” I said. “You will no longer accept a ticket from Tim Hawking.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Sherry looked confused.
I handed Sherry another ticket.
“You have one wish.”
“You will not find Tim Hawking in any way attractive.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Sherry shook her head. “What’s happening to me? Things are starting to go weird…” Sherry looked quite confused for a moment. “It’s been a fucking weird day!”
“As Cammy told you,” I said, “we know about Tim Hawking. Camille has a way for you to obey him without involving me.”
“Huh?” Sherry asked, confused.
Camille reached into her bag and pulled out that monster dildo.
I excused myself and went downstairs. I didn’t have any intention of embarrassing Sherry while the girls gave her “lessons” in orally pleasing a guy.
For Kristen’s birthday, one of her mother’s presents was for the two of us. It was a pool table, and we put it into one of the rooms downstairs that Kristen earmarked as a new playroom. I decided that if I were to build a music studio, it would be nice to have a good stereo and some entertainment nearby, so we made one of the rooms a playroom and Kristen taught me how to play pool.
Kristen was a much better player than me, but she was helpful in showing me how to improve my game. She said that when I got better on the bank shots, she’d teach me nine-ball.
I played a few games, and in the middle of my fourth rack the girls came downstairs.
I didn’t look at any of the girls, but continued to attempt to sink the balls numerically. I just sunk the nine and was aiming at the ten. I didn’t even look up as I said, “How did the lesson go?”
“We managed,” Camille said, not wanting to embarrass Sherry.
“Want to play teams after you finish this rack?” Kristen asked.
“Which teams?” I asked.
Camille answered. “Jim and I, Sherry and Kris.”
I looked up from my shot. “Really?” Up until that day, I never played with anybody other than Kristen.
“Eight ball, Sherry breaks,” Camille said.
Camille sounded quite sure of herself.
“Stakes?” Kristen asked.
“I have twenty dollars,” Camille said.
Kristen and I never played for money before. We played our own variation, strip pool, but I wouldn’t suggest that with Sherry around.
“Want any handicap?” Kristen asked, grinning.
“Jim. Sherry’s your handicap!”
Kristen giggled, while Sherry and I blushed.
“Who breaks?” Kristen asked.
Camille said, “Sherry.”
Kristen laughed as I sunk the fifteen. She was going to show Camille how ruthless she was at games of skill.
Camille helped me assemble and rack the balls. She did it quite professionally.
Sherry saw the rack of cues, and picked one that was probably about three inches too long for her. When Kristen was teaching me the basics, she told me to use smaller cues as a way for me to learn control, and she now suggested a different smaller cue for Sherry. Sherry took her suggestion without comment.