As I was heading outside, my mother was coming downstairs, and reminded me of a chore I needed to do, but Merry asked if she could do it; she was saving up for something at school. My step-father hinted that I was palming off all my chores on "poor Merry" but my mother reminded him that Merry was earning MY allowance that week, and that Merry was the one volunteering.
When I went outside, I went out to the side, and along the bushes back into the woods behind my house.
Patty was there, waiting for me.
I remembered the last thing I did with Patty, and decided to do it right. I pulled Patty toward me, and gave her a much better kiss than we shared up in my bedroom.
After I pulled away, I said, "Once again, Patty… thanks."
"No problem. When are you going to tell your folks?"
"Patty, my mother would have kittens if I told her you were going to be coming up to my bedroom every morning to give me a blow job!"
"You’ve got tickets. Use them!"
I sighed. Here was Patty giving ME orders.
"Patty," I said. "I’ve already told you that I had promised myself that I wouldn’t take advantage of my parents."
"You’ll need to work it out," Patty said simply.
I had no idea how I was going to be able to put up with Patty. On the one hand, she was a very cute and adorable girl. She was a real friend, two years older than me, and was the only person that I had confided to about the tickets. On the other hand, her actions sometimes seemed as if she had completely lost all her marbles.
Besides, I knew that there were limitations on the tickets; I didn’t think that I would be able to keep my mother unobservant for very long.
Patty interrupted my thinking. "Jim, I told Wendy that we’d meet her and Camille later at the mall."
"We? As in the two of us?" I asked. "Why?"
"Because you’re our friend now, you dumb ox!"
"Hey… who are you calling dumb?" I complained in a good natured way. I started a mock fight with Patty, which ended up in another lovely kiss between the two of us.
Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss. "So… what do we do until then?" I asked.
"Let’s fuck," Patty answered.
I started to shake my head and Patty laughed. "I was just kidding. I know you’re waiting for the right time."
I nodded. I was glad that Patty understood.
I couldn’t think of a good place for us to play, though.
Patty had a suggestion. "You said that Patrice’s brother Jack is your friend. Think it would be safe at his house?"
I thought about it. I knew that Patty didn’t like Patrice, and suspected that if Patty wanted to go to her house, it would mainly be for her to see Patrice get her "just desserts." I, on the other hand, still felt a bit guilty about how I had humiliated Patrice the other day. I mean, it was only a few years ago that Patrice had actually been a friend and confidante of mine. It was only after she got into junior high and met up with Kristen…
I suddenly had an idea. "Patty… do you know where Kristen lives?"
"Kristen Swift?" Patty asked. "You mean, Miss Rich Princess?"
I grinned. "Yeah, her."
Patty thought about Kristen and a smile came to her lips. "She lives near my house. Are you thinking that we should pay her a visit?"
I nodded, thinking of the fun we could have. "Uh, huh!"
"We’ll need a ride," Patty said. "Could we invite Wendy or Camille?"
"Why not both?" I said.
Patty looked at me and said, "I’m glad we’re friends, Jim. I can see this thing taking us places I’ve never dreamed about."
"Tell me about it," I said.
Patty didn’t answer, but I could see her mind going a mile a minute.
Kristen’s family was very rich. They lived in the largest house in the town, and had housekeepers and servants, the whole "rich thing." Kristen was seventeen, and already had had plastic surgery on her nose, and had the most expensive wardrobe in school.
Kristen was also the head of one of the most exclusive cliques in the high school, one that was only open to people that Kristen herself had hand-picked, which included Jack’s sister, Patrice. All the members of that clique thought themselves superior to all the other students.
Any time that Kristen or one of her minions got into trouble, it was said that Kristen’s father would hush things up with a strategic "donation" to the school or a scholarship program benefiting the current victim. It was also whispered, although never proven, that Kristen’s family had several of the high school’s teachers on a private payroll to ensure Kristen would receive suitably high grades (all A’s) to justify her admission to an Ivy League school after graduation.
The result was a circle of girls with an utterly snobbish attitude toward any of the other students, and a carefree disposition knowing that they were virtually untouchable.
As I had said before, I felt that Kristen had corrupted Jack’s sister Patrice, who had at one time been much friendlier to us. I missed her friendship, and it was her friendship that I had actually glimpsed a bit of when I had put Patrice under the control of one of my tickets the other day. And, even if Patrice didn’t seem to remember that friendship, I did, and that’s probably why I felt some guilt over my humiliation of her.
And that’s why I thought Kristen would be a much better target for humiliation. When you have power, I figured, aim high!
But first, we’d need a suitable reason for showing up at Kristen’s house. Patrice would have been an ideal dupe for this, but I really didn’t want to get involved again with her… at least, not for at least a week or so.
I decided that there was no particular need to rush into action against Kristen. I’d meet with Wendy and Camille and perhaps the four of us would come up with a suitable plan.
Patty was looking at me expectantly, and I smiled back at her, my mind on us once again. "So, you want me to give you orders?"
Patty didn’t answer, but nodded vigorously.
"Well, Patty," I said, "I feel kind of uncomfortable with calling you slave. It seems so… demeaning… and I really like you."
Patty frowned, "But I want you to…"
I sighed, and thought about the situation. Here was a girl telling me to treat her like a slave, and I was having a problem with that! The idea was so ludicrous that it was crazy. "All right," I said, "How about a compromise. Could I call you something else?"
Patty furrowed her brow in thought, and then suggested, "How about Patricia? Nobody calls me that any more."
I smiled. "Patricia it is."
Patty smiled at me and said, "And I’ll call you James. That will be my master word for you."
Normally, I didn’t like being called James; it sounded too formal. But if Patty was the only one calling me that, I figured that I could live with it. And it sounded a hell of a lot better to me than "master" for the same reason I didn’t like the word "slave."
After about thirty seconds of silence, I realized that Patty (no…"Patricia") was expecting an order. "Um… Patricia, you woke me up nicely this morning. I’d like to reward you by sucking on your titties."
Patricia smiled. "Yes, James." She carefully put her purse on the ground, and started to lift her light pink dress over her head.
I was amazed that Patricia was completely naked underneath her dress. My eyes widened.
"You like, James?" Patricia asked.
"Very nice," I answered, and Patricia beamed. "Is that how you dressed when Wendy drove you here?"
Patricia shook her head. "No, James. When I got undressed in your room earlier, I put my bra and panties into my purse. I was kind of hoping that we would… you know…"