I walked home from the mall, once again trying to make sense of what Patty had told me earlier that day. She had told me that she wanted me to order her around, like some sort of slave. Although I hadn’t had any problems giving girls orders after giving them tickets, giving somebody orders and having them follow them of their own free will wasn’t something I was sure that I was comfortable with.
I knew that despite my recent sexual activities, I was still quite ignorant about the many intricacies about sexual relations.
I decided that the best place to learn was from my first sexual tutor.
At the door of Jack’s house, I rang the bell.
Jack answered it. "Oh, hi," he said, sullenly. He looked really bad.
I was concerned about my friend. "What’s up, Jack?"
"I dunno," he said. "It’s like things get weird, and then it’s like… I can’t remember things. It’s like my grandpa was before he died. His mind seemed to have left him. I think I’m feeling like that."
I think I knew the cause of Jack’s problems: those tickets. In retrospect, I guess I had probably given his brain a few minor bouts of amnesia, and his conscious mind was trying to put together pieces of a puzzle that would never fit together. But even though I didn’t make that connection right then, I knew that what Jack was describing sounded very much what I had done to him with the tickets.
Since Jack’s attitude seemed to be my fault, I figured it would have to be me that fixed it.
"Here, Jack. Have a ticket!" I said, pulling a ticket from my brown bag.
"You have one wish," Jack intoned.
"OK, Jack. Don’t worry about your memory. It’s fine. Things have been going well over the past couple of days."
"Your wish is my command."
Jack stood there, and after a second, shook his head. He looked at me as if he hadn’t noticed me before. His composure brightened up considerably. "Oh, hi, Jim! I guess we didn’t meet up this morning."
"Yeah," I said, smiling. At least, it seemed that the tickets might be able to help straighten things out.
Jack invited me into his house, and we headed downstairs into his family’s rec room.
"Where’s Patrice?" I asked. "I didn’t see her in the living room."
"Oh, her," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Queen Bee got a call from a few of her friends from school, and they picked her up a half hour ago. She told mom she’d be out until tonight."
"Oh," I said, disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to ask Patrice for advice.
Jack heard the tone of my voice and asked, "Why do you care about her, anyway? She always treats the two of us like shit."
"I know," I said, trying to sound normal. "I just didn’t see her before. And… she used to be nicer to us. I sort of miss the old Patrice."
"The old Patrice is long gone," noted Jack.
I nodded my head ruefully. "Yeah."
I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Jack. I left when I heard Jack’s mother start supper, knowing that my mother would kill me if I got home late two days in a row.
I had almost forgot my bag with the ticket roll in it as I was leaving.
Jack noticed the bag. "You still playing with them things?"
I tightened my grip on the bag. "I was trying to think who they might belong to," I explained. "Maybe I’ll see somebody looking in that field for these tickets and there might be a reward."
Jack laughed. "Fat chance!"
I laughed as well. "Yeah. But you never know until you try it. Right?"
Jack bid me good-bye as I left. His spirits had risen quite a bit since I had first arrived. I thanked the lucky tickets that I was able to settle his mind.
I was ravenously hungry at supper that night. I had four helpings of my mother’s spaghetti. My step-father noticed and said that if I kept up eating like that, I’d end up looking like the inside of a golf ball.
I did my best to act normal. Merry didn’t seem to have any after-effects of the tickets, and I was glad that I hadn’t seen a need to use them on my mother or step-father. I actually enjoyed eating dinner that night.
I helped Merry clean up the dishes, and the entire family watched television afterwards. I don’t remember what we watched, probably Rowan and Martin, Dean Martin, or some other variety show, but I do remember the whole family laughing.
I went to bed early. The big dinner — as well as my lack of sleep the past night and my extra-curricular activities over the past couple of days — had made me quite tired.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I usually don’t remember my dreams. I mean, when I’m dreaming, they seem so vivid, but as soon as I wake up, they immediately start to fade from memory.
The next morning was an exception. I was in the boys room in the junior high. One of the high school cheerleaders was alone with me in the bathroom. We were kissing, and she was giving me a hand job. I had pulled up her mini skirt, and had started to put my hand into her cheerleader pants when I felt an overpowering need to pee.
The urinals were right behind me, but the cheerleader’s hands wouldn’t let my member go. They held me tightly as they continued to rub up and down my shaft.
However, the need to pee was getting severe. I didn’t know if I would be able to hold out much longer. I also didn’t want to piss all over the cheerleader… after all, she WAS giving me a hand job.
Suddenly, the cheerleader’s pants disappeared, along with her mini skirt. She was naked from the waist down, and she raised one of her legs over my aching cock, which she still had a tight grip on.
I couldn’t believe the warmth of the cheerleader’s pussy as she lowered herself onto my cock. The problem was, my dick still had this rather insistent need to relieve itself, and now I was buried in the cheerleader’s warm muff.
Somehow, the cheerleader managed to squeeze her thighs together, and her pussy seemed to suck my entire shaft into her hole.
And then I erupted…
And I was thinking…"OH, NO! I’M PISSING INTO THIS GIRL WHILE I’M FUCKING HER!"
And I woke up in my darkened bedroom on my bed, sweating.
I had a raging morning hard-on, but my need to go wasn’t as extreme as it had been in my dream.
It took a few seconds before I realized a newly familiar sensation on my hard-on. I could feel warm lips on the head, and a palm jacking up and down on the shaft.
Was I still dreaming?
I was afraid to look…
My curiosity got the better of me, and I looked over my chest down toward my legs. There was a pile of blankets over my belly, and I couldn’t see anything.
But I knew that I was being sucked.
My sleep-addled brain had me thinking thoughts that I was being sucked by an invisible girl… maybe Wonder Woman in the comics with her magic lasso. No… it was her plane that was invisible. But wouldn’t we both be in that plane, and thus visible? (I never did figure out how that invisibility thing worked.)
I felt a tongue start licking the head of my dick, and I knew that the invisible girl was still there.
I looked around. I was in my room. I was wearing my pajamas — at least the tops. And I had a blanket… my blanket… piled on my belly.
This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t Wonder Woman!
Slowly, and quietly, I moved the pile on my stomach, and saw a crown of red hair moving up and down.
I knew that curly red hair… the image of that hair had been etched into my mind less than twenty four hours before.