"Patty?" I whispered.
There was no response. She continued to slowly bob her head up and down my shaft.
By holding my breath and sucking in my stomach, I could see the outline of her eyebrows and nose on their upward rise.
"Patty?" I said, a bit more loudly, but softly enough that I hoped nobody else in the house would hear.
Patty opened her mouth, and my penis fell out, still hard, onto my stomach. She moved her head to look up at my face.
"Took you long enough to wake up, sleepy head!" Patty teased.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down to a whisper.
"Giving you your morning blow job," Patty answered. "You already shot a load, but it hasn’t gone soft yet. I’m still getting used to this."
I couldn’t believe this. Patty was in my house — IN MY BED! — casually sucking on my penis as if this was the most normal thing in the word.
"It won’t go soft until I take a piss!" I said, almost a bit too loud.
Patty looked at my member. "Oh. I didn’t know that." She shrugged, and then giggled and looked back at me.
"Patty," I said, trying to talk some sense into this loony girl. "You cannot be in here!"
Patty gave me this "how stupid can you be" look and said, "Well, I need to come in here if I’m going to blow you…"
"I never asked for a blow job!"
If the cheerleader thing was a dream, and my idea about getting a blow job from an invisible Wonder Woman was an overworked imagination, then having Patty on my bed, holding my pecker in her hand was an absolute nightmare. I just knew that any minute, my mom would hear a commotion in my room and come in to investigate.
Patty saw that I was serious, and her expression changed. She was no longer mildly amused at me. She actually looked hurt. "You don’t want me?"
Oh, fuck. Now I had her thinking that I was throwing her out. Well… to be truthful, actually I was! She didn’t belong in my room. But I didn’t want her to think that her efforts were unappreciated — especially after the story she told me yesterday. But it was also true that I didn’t want to encourage her, either. Even if she didn’t get caught today, I knew that she’d come back tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. And eventually, we would be caught!
"Oh, Patty!" I whispered. "I appreciate you coming here… really I do! But you could get me in real trouble. What would your parents think if they found a guy in your bed with his head between your legs?"
"They wouldn’t think anything of it if we were married," Patty said, wiping a tear that was starting in one of her eyes.
"But we aren’t married!" I said. "You yourself said we weren’t even boyfriend and girlfriend!"
"I asked you to take care of it with your parents," Patty sulked.
I shook my head. How was I going to handle this?
"Are you parked outside?" I asked her.
Patty shook her head. "No. You told me not to drive here. I had Wendy drove me."
Huh? Did I hear right? I caught myself before I almost shouted. "Wendy drove you here?"
"Of course, silly," Patty said. "She has a Datsun."
I felt like this was one of those "I Love Lucy" episodes where things keep getting more and more complicated. If I knew Spanish, I probably would have said the exact same things Ricky would say.
"Come on… get out of bed," I told Patty. I had remembered that Patty had said she wanted me to order her around; I hoped to hell that she would follow my orders without question now.
Patty pulled herself to the foot of my bed and stood up. I noticed, for the first time, that she was naked.
"Where the fuck are your clothes?" I once again almost shouted.
"I folded them neatly in a pile in your closet," Patty said, pointing.
"Get dressed and stay in here. I need to take a piss."
Patty smiled, "OK" and headed for my closet.
I found my pajama bottoms, along with my shorts, folded neatly on a chair. Patty was apparently a very neat person. I grabbed my bottoms and pulled them on quickly. I had to piss so bad, I thought that I would burst.
I quietly opened the door, and the house sounded quiet. I wondered how Patty had managed to get into my house. I knew that my mother keeps the front door locked. Did Patty use the back door? I couldn’t remember if we locked the back.
In the bathroom, I discovered that thanks to Patty, I had a woody that resembled the concrete Washington Monument more than anything made of wood. I found that I needed to lean over the toilet quite a bit — enough to make a bit of a mess while relieving myself.
It felt like I would never stop pissing. There was a bit of a burning sensation at the tip, which I would later associate with pissing too soon after ejaculating, but the feeling dissipated after about twenty or thirty seconds.
I finally managed to finish, and used toilet paper to dry up some spots where I had missed my target.
I flushed and headed back into my room.
As I got to my door, my mother came out of her bedroom.
"Jim?" Mom asked. "Is anything wrong?"
"Huh?" I asked, trying to sound groggy.
"You’re never up this early!"
"I had to use the bathroom, Mom."
My mother looked at me, and then down the hallway. "I hope you cleaned up after yourself."
"I did," I said, dreading having to open the door to my room. Patty was acting really strange, to say the least, and I knew that I would never be able to explain her if my mother saw her, naked as a jay bird.
My mother looked at me. "OK…"
I turned toward the door and opened it. I knew it would be my moment of truth if Patty were standing there. As I opened the door, I heard my mother’s footsteps walking down the hall.
I froze, my eyes still closed, not wanting to see Patty there.
I heard the bathroom door open and then close.
My eyes opened, and Patty was nowhere to be seen. I turned to look down the hallway, and saw a faint light from underneath the bathroom door. I looked both ways, and the entire hallway was clear.
I got into my room, and looked around. Patty had disappeared.
Or had she wandered downstairs?
Fuck. "Patty?" I whispered, hoping she could hear me.
I jumped as I heard the closet door open. Patty was dressed in a light pink sun dress and sandals. "Is it safe?"
"How’d you get in the house?" I asked Patty.
"Back door. Front was locked." This had confirmed my theory. But there was still one nagging problem.
"How’d you find my room?"
Patty smiled. "Your door was partially opened, and I could hear you snore."
"I don’t snore!"
"Do too!"
I didn’t want to argue the point. "Can you go back out the same way?"
Patty nodded.
"Wait for me in the trees behind my house. Go through the bushes on the side of the house; that way, nobody will see you."
Patty nodded again.
I waited for her to leave, but she continued standing there.
What was Patty waiting for?
As if to answer my unspoken question, Patty moved closer to me, and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss, not very romantic.
"Thank you, Patty," I said when we broke the kiss.
"My pleasure. How long will you be?"
I looked at my alarm clock. I said, "Fifteen minutes too long?"
Patty smiled. "I’ll be waiting."
I didn’t know it at the time, but Patty later told me that Merry was already downstairs with her father when Patty got downstairs. I’m not sure how she managed to get out of my house without being detected, but she did so.
I was also surprised to see Merry and my step-father downstairs, but they didn’t act as if anything was abnormal. I told my step-father that I didn’t want breakfast, and he grunted something about how I should still be full from last night’s supper. Neither he nor Merry made any comment as I went out the back door.