Without saying anything, Kristen took Camille’s hand, and led her to the bedroom.
Two hours later, I was down in the playroom, practicing bank shots. I was getting a little better, but without somebody to actively coach me, the progress was slow.
I tried not to think about what might be happening upstairs in my own bedroom, but I wasn’t too worried. Camille was an emotional wreck, and she needed comforting.
The two girls came downstairs a couple of hours later. I was still shooting bank shots.
“You’re getting good,” Kristen said.
I nodded. “Cammy gave me a lesson the other night.”
“She taught me a lesson, too,” Kristen said, smiling slightly.
“Want to play?” I asked.
“Cutthroat?” Kristen asked.
“Eight ball,” I corrected. “My rules and my stakes,” I answered.
“What rules?” Camille asked.
“Kristen against Camille. Camille can never break. Loser pays a forfeit that I decide after each game.”
“Forfeit?” the girls asked together.
“You’ll need to trust me on those,” I said. “Other rules as I come up with them. I think I can make it interesting.”
Despite having the break where she sunk a solid, Kristen missed an easy shot, and Camille ran the table.
As her forfeit, I told Kristen to get nude.
Kristen was better at the next game, and got seven balls in a row, but missed the eight ball. Once again, Camille ran the table, starting with the fifteen and working down the numbers until she sunk the eight ball.
“Second forfeit, Kristen,” I said. “Undress Camille.”
“Hey!” Camille protested.
“My rules,” I grinned.
After Camille won the third game, I had a good idea for Kristen’s forfeit. “All right, Kris. As your forfeit, you must keep your hands on Camille’s breasts whenever she’s shooting.”
The fourth game changed Kristen’s luck. She ran the solids, and sunk the eight ball.
“Camille, you must give Kris the sexiest kiss you can muster.”
Their kiss lasted almost five minutes. The two girls were rubbing their breasts together, and their fingers were grabbing each other’s asses. By the time they broke the kiss, they were both restless.
Kristen missed an easy shot on the ten ball, and Camille started on the solids. With Kristen’s hands on her breasts, Kristen finally managed to get Camille to break her concentration on the three ball.
Kristen ran the rest of her balls, and Camille lost once again.
“Bed time!” I announced.
The girls looked confused, but I simply went upstairs. They picked up their discarded clothes and followed me up.
I led the two girls into the master bedroom, and put the two girls onto the bed, still nude. Kristen was in the middle between Camille and me.
“Kissing only, tonight,” I said, and I kissed my Goddess. It was an erection special, and I groaned as I realized that Kristen wouldn’t be allowed to relieve the pressure.
After a great kiss, Kristen turned over and kissed Camille. I could barely see them, but I could hear the two girls moan.
My erection got harder, but I willed myself to sleep.
Chapter 18—Rescue
I woke up feeling my dick being suckled in a warm mouth. There were no hands touching it, so I realized that it was one of Kristen’s lovely sucks.
Before I could open my eyes, however, a pair of lips met mine. My eyes closed and I reveled in the mind blowing sensation of kissing a woman while another one sucked me.
It didn’t take long for my dick to erupt.
I grunted in release, and Kristen continued sucking me until I was completely spent.
The lips I was kissing moved away, and I opened my eyes to see Kristen and Camille sharing a wet kiss between each other. I realized that Kristen was also sharing my essence between them.
While Kristen made breakfast, I asked Camille if she knew any of the larger athletes at the school.
“Of course,” Camille answered sweetly. “I know all of them.”
“Who would be willing to do you a favor?”
“All of them.” Camille said it as if it were a given.
“Who do you know that can put the fear of God into Tim Hawking and make him reconsider going after the cheerleaders?”
Camille thought for a moment. “TB… um… Tiny.”
Now that was a great idea. Tiny Jonas was a line backer and star of the wrestling team. He was so large that people described his muscles as having muscles. He was big, black, and nobody, and I mean nobody, fucked with him.
“Tiny will do anything you ask?” I asked.
“Of course,” Camille said. “I introduced him to June.”
June was a black cheerleader, and was known to call Tiny “her snugly Teddy Bear.”
I laughed. Tiny would be perfect. “Do you think he’s coming?”
“June doesn’t do parties,” Camille said.
“Oh,” I said, my spirits lowering.
“Let me see if I can have Tiny come over anyway. The entire squad loves him.”
“Are you sure June won’t be jealous?” I asked.
Camille laughed. “June will tear the eyes out of any girl who even looks at Tiny funny. They all know that his dance card is full.”
I smiled. “Can you have him arrive at Jackie’s about an hour early?”
Camille moved over to the phone. She didn’t know Tiny’s number, but she knew June’s.
“This is Camille Lombardi, from the cheerleading squad. I’d like to speak to June, please.”
There was a pause. “Hi, June. Cammy… Yeah… Doing fine, actually… That’s nice… Listen, June, the reason I’m calling is that I wanted to know if we could borrow TB today… Yeah, the party… There’s been some strange… yeah… Anyway, a friend of mine thought that having TB around… Yeah! Think he would do it?” Camille grinned and gave me an OK sign. “Thanks a million, June… Of course… You’re welcome, too… Bye!” Camille hung up the phone.
“What is TB?” I asked.
“It’s short for ‘Teddy Bear,’” Camille explained. “Only June calls him by that name, so Lynette and I use the initials instead. Anyway, June’s going to call Tiny, but she tells me he’s free until five and they have a date at six.”
“That only gives us a couple of hours,” I said. “That should be enough.”
Camille took me to her cousin’s house at noon. A few minutes later, June arrived with Tiny. I watched the two of them lock lips for a couple of minutes before Tiny got out of June’s car. June waved to all of us and left.
“Hey, Tiny!” Camille said.
“Yeah, Camille. What’s up? June said something about some trouble?”
“I want you to meet two of my friends. This is…”
“Kristen Swift,” Tiny finished. “Archy Jonas,” Tiny introduced himself, extending Kristen a large paw.
“Pleased to meet you,” Kristen said, taking Tiny’s hand.
“And you’re the guy they call ‘Oogie,’” Tiny said, turning to me. “Jim something?”