"Jim took me for a walk," Marla said cryptically. "He also offered to take me for some ice cream."
Jack looked at me and smiled. "Hey, Jim. You mind if Doreen and me tag along?" He looked at Doreen and said, "That is, if Doreen doesn’t mind?"
"I don’t mind," Doreen smiled.
"Let’s all go," I said.
I had originally wanted to spend some more time alone with Marla, mostly to make sure that I hadn’t managed to somehow fuck up her mind. Having Doreen around would also be helpful, I decided.
We got up and went to Martha’s, a local ice cream shop near the park.
The four of us ordered ice cream, and we sat at a table discussing things of little consequence.
I noticed that it was getting close to four thirty, and I reminded the two girls that they needed to be picked up. They agreed and we walked back to the park.
Doreen’s mother was waiting for them as we walked into the parking lot. She looked with some apprehensiveness at Jack and me.
Marla introduced us. "Aunt Gin, this is Jack and Jim. Doreen and I saw them yesterday, and they just invited us for some ice cream."
Aunt Gin didn’t seem too pleased. "I hope you didn’t spoil your supper," she said, giving us the eye.
"Aw, mom. Please!" said Doreen with mock theatrics.
This caused Jack and me to laugh, and Doreen’s mother’s face soon lost its unfriendliness. "Well… I guess it’s all right. I was just worried where you were."
Doreen leaned into the car window and kissed her mother. "Sorry, mom. We’ll try not to worry you any more."
Marla and Doreen got into the car, and they both waved as Doreen’s mother pulled away.
After the car was out of sight, I pulled the roll of tickets out of my duffel and offered one to Jack.
"You have one wish."
"Jack, you will forget all about the tickets today. You can remember whatever you want about today, except for the tickets. OK?"
"Your wish is my command."
I felt guilty manipulating Jack like this, but I didn’t want the secret of my lucky tickets to get out. I had a lot of thinking to do about these tickets, what they represented, and the obligations that seemed to go with them.
Chapter 4
I didn’t say much as I walked home from the park with Jack. Jack, for his part, didn’t say much of anything either.
I was curious as to what Jack was thinking. I knew that I had "wished" him to forget about the tickets, but I had no idea what was going through his mind. I mean, how could his mind deal with this?
I was also thinking of ways to further exploit those lucky tickets. I hadn’t lost my virginity yet, for instance. And there were girls — and women! — that had been the sources of fantasies ever since I had noticed the interesting differences between the genders.
I felt a new confidence in being able to speak to a girl, for instance. Having the ability to force my will upon just about anybody was bound to add to one’s confidence.
In the space of less than a day, I had gone from being quite naive about sex, to having first-hand demonstrations of receiving head from two different girls.
In short, I was feeling quite invincible… what could possibly stop me?
I could have the entire female population of my school line up to fuck, suck, or do whatever I wanted! I could walk into a police station, and have the policemen strip all the females in sight, forcing them to service me!
The possibilities were endless.
So, what was I going to do?
I heard Jack mumble "Good bye" to me, and I realized that I was at home. I looked around, shaken from my reverie, and saw Jack walking away.
At the house, my Mom’s car was in the driveway.
Seeing her car made me think about my mother. I had always had fantasies about her. But, in another way, the idea that I could actually explore those fantasies for real somehow turned me off. There was just too much other pussy in the world for me to consider my mother… or even Merry, for that matter!
I walked into the house, and smelled my mother’s cooking. Merry wasn’t anywhere to be found, which made me feel a bit better. I still felt a little guilty about taking advantage of her the previous night.
I went into my room, and opened my duffel bag and examined the roll of tickets. The tickets looked quite normal, having a number written on the sides, and the word "LUCKY TICKET" on the front. I looked at the back of the ticket, maybe seeing if there was a company name or something printed on it, but it was blank. There was no indication of where the tickets came from whatsoever.
The roll was large, about half a foot in diameter. I couldn’t see what the final number was, since the center was a cardboard tube that I couldn’t dislodge. I thought about unwrapping the roll to find out how many tickets were on it, but decided that it really wasn’t worth the effort at the current time. There were hundreds, if not thousands of tickets on that roll probably.
So, what was I going to do with these tickets?
Well, I kind of liked the direction that I had taken so far. I got to see three girls naked. Two of those girls gave me blow jobs and I was able to cop feels from all of them.
Obviously, the next step would be for me to (finally!) lose my virginity. But to whom?
Thinking about Merry and my mother made me decide once and for all that they were off limits — at least for the time being. There were just too many other people in the world that would be better suited for that.
Patrice was a good subject. I could still remember all the disparaging things she said to me over the years. I could really enjoy having her give me her virginity.
But I also remembered how I felt when I was with her. I could have easily had her fuck me back at Jack’s house earlier that day, but I didn’t. Patrice had told me she was "saving herself" for the right person. I wasn’t that right person, so if I forced her, it would be rape, whether or not she seemed willing at the time. I’d know it was rape, whether or not anybody could actually arrest me for it. I did have my standards.
However, if I used that same logic, then there probably wouldn’t be any girl in the world that I’d be able to say would actually WANT to fuck me. My morals would make me a virgin forever.
So, how would I lose my virginity?
After an uneventful dinner, I asked my mom if I could walk to the mall. She looked at my step-father, who simply shrugged.
"Sure, Jack," my mother answered. "Be home by ten."
"No problem," I said.
I idly thought about inviting Jack, but he had seemed pretty moody on his way home after the park. I decided not to bother him.
The mall was a ten minute walk. I had my trusty roll of lucky tickets in a small brown bag. I didn’t know what I was going to do with them, but I wanted to be prepared for anything.
I instinctively headed for the record store when I got to the mall. I debated whether or not I should use a ticket to convince the cashier to let me have a few albums for free, but the store was crowded enough that it would have been difficult to accomplish without being overheard. The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself or my precious tickets.
I actually saw a few albums that I would have liked to purchase, but I didn’t have the money, and even if I did, I didn’t really want to be lugging them all around the mall. I had a few hours to kill before I had to head on home.
My ears pricked at the sound of feminine giggles. I looked toward the sound, and saw three high school females looking at a couple of singles. One of the girls was Camille, a cheerleader that was in eleventh or twelfth grade, who was a couple of years older than me.