Anyway, I gave Patty another ticket, and gave her an order to answer all my questions truthfully.
"Your wish is my command."
"Patty, that was a very sad story you told me," I began.
Patty smiled and said, "But it has a happy ending!"
"Let me continue!" I said. "As I said, it was a sad story. I’m happy that you have found the ability to enjoy sex again. But this cannot be the basis of a long term relationship!"
Patty shook her head. "No, silly! I’m not thinking of a long term relationship. Last night, you seemed more interested in Wendy and her big boobs than in me and these little cupcakes. I don’t want to interfere with you and your love life."
"Then I’m confused, Patty," I said. "You told me that you’d fuck me willingly. Even fuck the entire football team, if I remember correctly. And all because I told you to do so."
"And I will," Patty answered. "And I will suck you, and do whatever you want. I’m only doing this as my way of saying thank you."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "This isn’t entirely true. Nobody says thank you that way. I think you’re leaving something out."
Patty closed her eyes and then nodded. "Yes. But I was being truthful. You seem to like giving orders, so I will like taking your orders and doing whatever you say. But you are right. I get something else out of this."
Ah, ha! "And what would that be?"
"I haven’t had an orgasm for the better part of a year. And now I’ve had four since last night. So, I get pleasure… real pleasure with other people and with myself again. And…" Patty’s voice dropped.
"And what?" I asked.
"Well," Patty said hesitantly, "if I’m just acting on your orders, then whatever I do will be because you told me so. No guilt!"
"Uh, huh," I said. "And you said you’re not in love with me?"
Patty smiled. "Not in love with you. No. But I love you for what you’ve helped me achieve."
"OK. Let me think about all this," I said.
"Sure," Patty said, giving me her biggest smile. "And then I would like you to tell me about these tickets you’ve got."
Oh, fuck.
I gave Patty another ticket, and told her that while I will tell her what I know about them, she would never be able to tell anybody else in any way about them, nor would she ever try to take them from me, nor have anybody else take them.
"Your wish is my command."
I then noticed that Patty had accepted a wish without any time limit. I figured that I’d need to think about this some more.
I spent an hour telling Patty about the tickets, how I found them, and gave her a pretty honest description of how I had used them.
I thought that my description of my utter humiliation of Patrice would give Patty second thoughts about how wonderful a guy I was, but she actually knew Patrice from school, and said that she was a classic bitch and probably deserved most of what I had given her.
Patty, for her part, told me that she had remembered me giving the girls the tickets at the lingerie shop, but she had put hers in her purse, and had quickly forgotten about it afterwards.
Patty then ransacked her purse, but the ticket that I had given her was nowhere to be found, nor were any of the ones I had given her today. This mirrored Merry’s claim that she had "lost" that special ticket number one. We wondered if there was any significance to this.
Patty also seemed impressed with me that I not only admitted that I was a virgin to her, but that I had not used the tickets to take a girl’s virginity, and seemed to be taking my time in losing my own. She freely offered her own services to me, but I declined, but said that I wanted to find the perfect situation.
Patty made it seem like she was just a bit hurt that I didn’t consider her the right person, but I pointed out that she had said she wasn’t really in love with me and she nodded. I think her expression of hurt was just for my own benefit.
I was glad to have Patty’s feminine insights as I recounted my story. She pointed out some things that I could have done differently, and where I may not have done something the way she would have preferred, but she wasn’t too judgmental. In fact, she said that I had shown a lot more maturity in my actions than most boys a couple of years older would have showed.
I beamed under Patty’s praise, and she promised that if I let her, she would help me find exciting new ways of using the tickets.
We sat in the car, thinking about what we had just discussed.
Patty broke the silence. "All this talk about wishes… Do you know what I wish?"
"What?"
"I wish that some boy would… you know… maybe one younger than me… and he’d… you know… pull my fuckin' slacks off, and then pull off my panties. And then he would rub my crotch with his fingers, and bring me to my first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced."
I smiled. "Your wish is my command!"
We both laughed as we played this game.
I did exactly as she asked, and found that she was already dripping in anticipation, probably from all the sexual activity that I had just described to her.
Removing her panties, her car became full of her feminine arousal.
"Should I rub you… HERE?" I asked, putting my thumb and index finger on either side of her clitoral hood.
"Ahhh… You know where…" Patty breathed, her eyes closed.
Patty squealed when my fingers found their target. I gave her my best, drawing upon my instructions from Patrice and from what I had watched Wendy and Patty do the previous night. Patty sighed repeatedly in utter contentment, and soon her breathing started getting ragged as Wendy’s had, and I knew that she approaching her limit.
I quietly moved my hand around, and felt Patty’s crotch undulating as she tried to maximize the stimulation on her clitoris.
When Patty’s orgasm came, I was surprised. The previous night, Patty’s response to her orgasm was quite muted. But today, she sounded like a wild woman… even to the point of almost barking!
"AHHH! AHHH!" screamed Patty, moving her hips violently up and down against my hand.
I looked around to see if anybody was near our car in the parking lot that might have thought that I was killing the poor girl, but thankfully, we were alone.
"Oooh!" sighed Patty as her orgasm continued to wash over her.
Patty’s movements were not as violent any more, but the noises she made let me know that it still hadn’t finished yet. I once again marveled at the female’s capacity for long orgasms. I knew that if I had an orgasm for that long, my entire body would probably have been sucked inside out and squirted through my penis!
Finally, Patty quieted down. Her eyes were still closed, and her thighs were clamped tightly together, as if she were trying to keep my fingers from touching her sensitive spot any more. Her breathing was still deep, and I saw her erect nipples make indentations on her light turquoise blouse as her breasts moved up and down with her gasps of air.
Knowing that Patty had requested that I don’t ask for permission, I smiled, and with the hand that was not trapped between Patty’s legs, I gave her right nipple, the closest one, a little tweak.
"Oh!" Patty reacted, startled at my touch. Then she smiled at me, which made me smile back at her.
"That was… intense," Patty sighed.
"Tweaking your nipple?" I teased.
"No, silly!"
I grinned. "Ready to get dressed and get into the mall?"
Patty looked longingly at me. "Um… I’d love to, Jim… But…"
Hmmm. This was the first time that Patty refused a request. I was intrigued.
Patty looked as if she were ready to cry. "I have this desire… this need… to meet with Cammie and Wendy… we’re supposed to… you know…"
Oh, fuck. I had forgotten about that "order."
"OK. Get dressed and drive!"
"Sure thing!" Patty said, smiling.
I decided to have Patty drive me to Wendy’s house (where she and Camille had planned to meet today). When we got there, Wendy met us at the door.
Wendy was surprised to see me with Patty, but I simply handed Wendy a ticket.
"You have one wish."
"You no longer have to put on a show for me tomorrow. Can you please fetch me Camille?"
Wendy intoned, "Your wish is my command."
When Camille came to the door, I repeated the same wish.
I was about to leave, when Patty ran after me.
"Jim! Wait!"
"What’s up, Patty?" I asked.
"You… um…"
"What?"
Patty looked around, and her two friends were still at Wendy’s door. She whispered, "You didn’t cancel my order!"
"Oh!" I said, realizing the situation I would be putting Patty in if she found herself forced to practice something with two unwilling partners. I looked back and saw that Wendy and Camille were still looking at us, and whispering between themselves. I decided that I had to do something about them. "Let’s go back."
Patty was a bit hesitant, but decided to go back to Wendy’s front door again. I reached into my bag and pulled out three tickets and handed them to all three girls.
"You have one wish," all three girls intoned.
"Wendy and Camille, I don’t want you curious about these tickets any more."
I thought that this would be too complex or too long (without a limit), but the two girls said, "Your wish is my command."
I then told Patty that she was released from her previous order.
"Your wish is my command."
I decided one more test, and handed two more tickets to Wendy and Camille.
"You have one wish," the two girls said.
I said, "I want the two of you to like me, to trust me, and to think of me as a good friend."
Again, I had given a wish without a time limit.
"Your wish is my command," the two girls intoned.
Good. I now had three friends who liked and trusted me. Not necessarily lovers, but friends. And, thanks to Patty, I was finding that having friends was pretty important.
I said good-bye to the girls, and Wendy and Camille both asked me if I really had to go.
"Yes," I said, a bit sadly.
I turned to walk down the sidewalk, and Wendy ran after me, yelling, "Wait!"
I turned around, and was almost tackled by Wendy. "What’s up?"
"Just this," Wendy said, and she kissed me on my cheek.
I smiled. My first kiss from a real friend — or, at least, as real as those tickets could make.
Camille saw Wendy’s action, and did the same. This time, however, I took the initiative and kissed Camille on the cheek.
Patty was right behind Camille, and kissed me full on the lips. "Let me drive you home."
"Sure thing, Patty," I grinned.
The two of us waved to our friends, and we went back into Patty’s car.
As soon as I entered the car, Patty said, "Thank you."
"What for?"
"Oh… everything. For being nice with the tickets. For being you. The usual thing." Patty giggled.
"Drop me off at the usual corner," I said.
Patty seemed like she was going to protest, but she kept herself quiet. I could tell that she was thinking to herself and I gave her some space to do so.
I wondered what she had wanted to say.
When we got to the corner of my block, I opened the door, but made sure to give Patty one more kiss before I left.
As I exited the car, Patty opened the passenger window, leaned out, and said, "You know, you’re going to have to get used to me parking at your house. You’ll also have to introduce me to your family, especially if I am going to give you a blow job every morning without fail until I find a steady boyfriend."
Patty grinned and then laughed at my stunned reaction, and took off before I could respond.