I shrugged at Patty, who understood Kristen’s addiction. She saw Kristen do this before. Despite Kristen’s distraction, I explained to Patty as best I could about my trying to become friends with Sherry, and about Camille’s suggestion concerning cheerleader tryouts.
“Cammy has a good point,” Patty said. “Lynette and Camille have been on a crusade to make the cheerleaders more than just a popularity contest. This year, they have a killer squad. Too bad Cammy and Lynette are seniors. I don’t know who will take up the mantle next year.”
“So, what do you think of our ideas?” I asked Patty.
“Well, Jim,” Patty said slowly. “You can’t play with Sherry’s emotions. If she has an infatuation with you, then Cammy might be correct that if Sherry finds another interest, like cheerleading, she might forget about you, but I really don’t think it will be that simple. You must remember, however, that she might still resent you for ignoring her, and she probably sees Kristen as her competition.”
I winced. I hadn’t told either girl about Sherry’s outburst right after they had left.
“She does hate Kristen,” I said, softly.
Kristen moved off my dick with an audible pop. “Huh?”
“She thinks you hurt her cousin. And she told me that I’m in love with you only because of your money.”
“I thought she would think something like that,” said Patty. “You see, Kristen, you are the bad person in her mind. You stole Jim away from her, even if you had no idea how she felt.”
Kristen looked longingly at my erect phallus, and then back to Patty. “I was right about hating her, then.”
Patty shook her head. “No. Don’t take it personally. Sherry’s reacting to you partly because of her cousin, and partly because of her feelings for Jim.”
Kristen sighed. “Perhaps. So I now have two people to watch out for?”
“Maybe,” Patty said.
Patty looked thoughtful, and nobody said anything for a few minutes.
Kristen saw that my rod was still hard, and resumed her pleasant sucking. Patty watched Kristen’s slow, languorous movements, and said, wistfully, “Now I know how she feels about that.”
Kristen ignored Patty’s remark. She was still a bit angry that I gave Patty a sample of Kristen’s addiction, but having made the mistake with Kristen, I only made Patty’s addiction for a short time period.
“Do you still want me to give you, like, a key word?” I asked Patty, referring to a suggestion that Patty had once given to me about giving her a way to turn such an addition on or off at will.
“Well, Jim… I don’t know,” Patty admitted. “You were probably right to turn me down when I asked. There’s a part of me that really liked feeling that, but I’m afraid if I do it again, the taste will be a big let down. That’s the scary part. I don’t want the let down.”
Kristen gave no sign of hearing Patty and me as her mouth started going faster up and down my cock. Her oral technique didn’t require the use of her hands, except for support on my thighs. Kristen simply moved her head up and down, using her lips and throat to stimulate my organ. Occasionally, she would take me deep, her lips almost touching my pubic hair. She would also vary her suction in a way that really got my balls churning.
With Kristen, sucking cock was an act of love. She didn’t really think about what she was doing, but instead did whatever seemed right at the time, and she’d invariably be correct. She’d react to my responses, alternately going for a quick release or a long, slow, leisurely suck, depending on her mood. She probably had the ability to keep me erect without bringing me to orgasm for hours if she wanted to do so, although I was very happy that she had never tested such an ability on me.
This time Kristen was going for a quick release, although not too quick. I felt my insides turn to jelly as my hips thrust up at her, my release imminent.
Kristen stopped her sucking, pulling her mouth off my penis and moving her head away from my body. The chain reaction she started continued, although I was feeling a bit frustrated as she took me quite close to the edge without actually bringing me to the point of release.
The next thing I knew, Kristen moved a couple of fingers lightly down the shaft of my cock, and the reaction started up again energetically. In less than a second, I was shooting spurt after spurt of my semen into the air. Kristen simply smiled at me, not putting her mouth on my cock, allowing my lap to become a sticky and gooey mess.
Before I could say anything, Kristen returned her mouth to my cock, and started to lick up my seed, using her fingers to push the various droplets onto her tongue.
I looked at Patty, who seemed transfixed by Kristen’s wanton display. Patty saw me look at her, and she said, quietly, “I haven’t seen the two of you doing that since my aunt passed away.”
“We missed you, Patty,” I said.
It took Kristen about five minutes to clean up the mess that the two of us made. Satisfied with a job well done, she put my dick back in my pants and pulled up my slacks. She saw me looking at Patty, and went over to Patty and kissed her. I knew that Kristen still had some of my semen in her mouth, and the two girls kissed for about thirty seconds. I could see from their faces that they were exchanging tongues together.
It wasn’t the first time in my life that I wondered how it would be to have a threesome with Patty. It was a wicked idea, but truth be told, the only vagina that I wanted to sink my dick into belonged to a Goddess with the long and sexy blonde hair.
I was next in line for Kristen’s kiss, and we shared a tender kiss together. I tasted my sperm in her mouth—it wasn’t the first time, and I was getting quite used to it by now.
Patty and I kissed afterward. Again, I could faintly taste my semen in Patty’s mouth as well, confirming my observations.
Suddenly, I had an idea. “Kristen, why don’t you become friends with her?”
“Patty?” Kristen asked. “We’re already friends.”
“No… Sherry.”
“I don’t even know her,” Kristen said. “You said that she hates me.”
“That’s because she doesn’t know you.”
Patty interrupted. “That’s not a good idea. It would be coming unexpectedly, and she’ll be suspicious as hell. Anything that Kristen does now will be suspect in her eyes.”
I knew that my idea had merit, but Patty had a good point. “OK. Then, Sherry will have to make friends with Kristen.”
“How?” the two girls said in unison.
“I’ll give her an incentive,” I suggested. “If she wants to kiss me, it will have to be with Kristen’s blessing.”
“She is not going to kiss you again,” Kristen said firmly.
There was a thoughtful look on Patty’s face. “Jim may have the germ of an idea. I think that Camille may be able to help us.”
“How?”
“First, I’ll need to talk with Cammy,” Patty answered. “I need to see how serious she is about Sherry being a cheerleader.”
Kristen and I looked at one another, a bit confused, but assured by the fact that Patty had a sensible head on her shoulders.
We came downstairs at about eight thirty. The girls thanked my mother for supper, and gave me kisses as they left for Kristen’s house. I watched the two girls drive away in Kristen’s Camaro.
I went back upstairs to do my homework, and went to bed at eleven.
Kristen picked me up the next morning, and I noticed Patty wasn’t with her. “She took her own car,” Kristen explained.
I nodded. We didn’t say much during the drive to school. At the school, I found Patty talking animatedly with Camille. She saw the two of us and the two girls waved at Kristen and me.