I caressed Patty’s lovely hair, and looked over to my left to see her cute rounded butt pointing away from me near the steering wheel. I noticed that my left arm was long enough to allow me to fondle her ass, and I received another vibratory "hmmm" from Patty as I squeezed one of her butt cheeks.
I hadn’t had too much experience with fondling girls' asses, but I caressed her lovely orb the same way that I had played with Camille’s breast the night before, and judging from her hmmm’s, Patty seemed to like it.
I was intrigued by the slit in her ass, knowing that her pussy was underneath it, also hidden from my view. I moved my hand further down her bottom, and lightly massaged between her legs.
Patty also seemed to like this, and shifted slightly so her legs were a bit further apart, apparently to give me better access. Emboldened, I pressed a bit harder into her moistening opening, receiving another "hmmmm" for my efforts.
In fact, Patty seemed to realize that the vibrations were affecting me in a positive way, and had started humming as she continued to suck me.
My dick couldn’t take too much of this, and soon I felt the familiar sensations of my eruption about to happen. Patty also seemed to notice, because I felt her suction start to increase, as if she were trying to suck my semen straight out of my balls.
An expression that Jack had used the other day — "suck-start a Harley through the exhaust pipe" — suddenly made sense, and the idea of Patty doing so almost made me explode in laughter at the mental image. Luckily, I didn’t laugh, but my cock quickly erupted its seed into Patty’s eagerly sucking mouth.
I must have squirted two or three times, and Patty didn’t cough or choke this time, managing to swallow every drop. For another minute or so, my balls continued to contract spasmodically, and Patty continued her sucking action.
After a minute, my prick started to wilt in her mouth, and my balls had stopped their spastic activity. Patty let my shaft slip from her mouth, and then surprised me by rolling over in my lap, so that she was now facing up at me.
Patty had a lovely smile on her face, and her red hair was again massed out over my lap, feeling soft against my legs and penis.
For the first time, I saw Patty’s naked body in the bright sunshine. I saw once again that her breasts were small compared to Wendy’s, a bit bigger than Merry’s. Her pubic patch was a little strip of very light red hair. The previous night, I had thought it was darker, like an auburn color, but in the light of day, it looked more blonde, like girls with strawberry blonde hair.
Patty didn’t show any modesty as I gave her body the once over.
Remembering the thoughts that had haunted me when I had gotten into bed, I smiled at Patty, and bent down and kissed those lips that had only recently been encircling the shaft of my penis. Without hesitation, I touched my tongue to hers, tasting the slight bleachy-salty taste from my semen.
The kiss was only for a few moments, and I broke it off.
"I loved that…" we both said, together. Then we both broke out in laughter as we realized we said the exact same thing a the exact same time.
Then I realized the meaning of Patty’s words. I was reacting to the orgasm that Patty had given me. But Patty apparently had really enjoyed sucking me!
I looked at her, curious. "You love sucking me?"
Patty giggled. "I told you that before. Twice. Don’t ya listen?"
"You’re not mad at me?" I asked.
Patty shook her head. "No. I know that it was my decision… and my decision alone… to blow you. You didn’t force me. I’m still not sure about last night, though…"
I wasn’t satisfied. "You’re still mad about last night?"
Patty seemed to think for a few moments. "Let’s just say that the jury is still out on that one, Jim."
"How about me in general, then?"
Patty smiled. "Oh! I guess I’d have to say that I love you."
Love? Did Patty just profess her love to me? A boy that was two years years younger than her?
"Patty," I said. "This is getting out of hand."
The red head shook her head on my lap and smiled. "No. You misunderstand. I don’t mean boyfriend and girlfriend. I’m not really sure how to describe it. I’m not in love with you, But I still love you."
I didn’t understand the distinction between the two. I looked away from Patty, afraid to show her my naivete. I found myself looking at her breasts, the bulk of which, like Merry’s, seemed almost non-existent as she lay on her back. Her breasts had round, pink areolae, which encircled small, erect nipples.
I changed the subject. "Do you mind if I play with them?" I asked, referring to her breasts.
"Don’t ask me that way," Patty said, softly.
"Huh?"
"Tell me that you will play with my breasts. Don’t ask me."
I was confused. This is not proper sexual etiquette, although I doubt that there was a book written on that subject. I shook my head and repeated, "Tell you?"
"Yes," Patty said. "Tell me what you want to do… or just do it. Don’t ask me."
"Why not?" I asked.
One again, Patty shook her head on my lap, unintentionally rubbing my penis with her red mane. "Jim. I love you. You don’t need to ask me if you want anything. Play with my tits. Stick your cock in my cunt. Stick it up my ass. Make me lick a girl’s pussy while you piss on my belly. Make me suck and fuck the entire football team. Do whatever you want with me. Tell me what to do — but don’t ask!"
I couldn’t believe my ears. First, I had never really heard a girl use words that vulgar before, except when Patrice was teaching me about her body, and Patrice used softer words. Second, it sounded like Patty was giving me free reign over her body. This was totally outrageous — and it was happening without the tickets!
Patty saw the look in my eyes, and she sighed. "What’s the point in you asking, Jim? I’ll say yes to whatever you want to do. Why? Because I love you, like I said. But I also know that like last night, even if I’m not sure if I want to do what you say, I’ll do it anyway. And I want to do it."
This was too much for my mind to handle. "You’ll do whatever I ask?"
Patty smiled and nodded. "Of course."
"Then bring me home."
Patty smiled, and got up off my lap, sliding over to the steering wheel on the front bench seat. She turned the key in the ignition…
"Wait!" I said.
"Yes?" Patty said, sweetly, grinning at me.
"You’re not getting dressed first?"
Patty giggled and said, "Make it an order, and I’ll do it."
I sighed. "Get dressed, Patty. Then take me home."
It took Patty a couple of minutes to dress once again, seemingly uninhibited at having a fifteen year old boy watching her do so. I pulled up my underwear and pants after her naked bits were covered.
Patty put the car in gear, pulled out of the Point and back onto the main highway.
I didn’t say anything as we drove back — I was thoroughly confused. Was there some side effect of these tickets that I hadn’t foreseen? Would the same strange things happen to Merry, Patrice, Marla, Jack, Wendy, Camille, and whoever else gets a ticket?
As we got closer to my house, an idea formed in my mind. I had Patrice stop at the corner where she had picked me up earlier, and told her to wait for me to return.
I ran to my house, and got the bag with my tickets inside. I ran back out and back to Patty’s waiting car.