Title: Lucky Tickets

I smiled at her. "Good thinking."

Patricia was now standing nude before me, her dress folded neatly on top of her purse. She beamed under my praise and waited.

I figured we’d be more comfortable if we were sitting, but the ground in the woods was dirty. I wished I had the foresight that the girls' showed when they brought along a blanket from their car when we parked at Kneely Park.

I tried to think if I had anything convenient to use as a mat, and came up blank. "Kneel down, Patricia."

Patricia complied, and I knelt opposite her.

I inspected Patricia’s assets. He breasts were small, although bigger than Merry’s. Her nipples were quite erect, jutting out about an eighth of an inch. They were surrounded by the a pink ring of her areolae, which had tiny little goose bumps on them.

"I love your breasts," I said.

Patricia blushed slightly. "They’re small."

I smiled at her. "How big do they need to be? I doubt that I’d be able to get an entire one into my mouth as it is."

"You’re sweet, James. But Wendy has the large knockers."

I sighed. "Patricia. Right now you are mine. Don’t compare yourself to anybody else. Didn’t you ever hear the expression a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?"

Patricia giggled at that. "Yes, James."

I smiled when I realized I had made an unintentional pun.

I spent the next hour with my tongue licking and my fingers rubbing just about every part of Patricia’s delectable body. I avoided her crotch, which seemed to make her frustrated, and I saw her touching herself there a few times as I licked her elsewhere.

We also spent a good amount of time just kissing, occasionally slipping tongues back and forth.

I found that Patricia loved receiving back massages, especially when her back was free of clothing, and I adapted my technique to the feedback that I got from Patricia’s squirming around.

The two of us played in the woods until about 10:45 in the morning. Patricia was on top of me, grinding her crotch into mine through my dungarees. My hands were rubbing her back, occasionally going low enough to fondle her butt cheeks. The two of us had been trading quick kisses and caresses back and forth.

I think that Patricia may have achieved an orgasm during our frolic, but if she did, it was one of her quiet ones, which is just as good. I didn’t want to alert any nosy neighbors or my family.

I found that we just seemed to be content with me fully clothed, and her completely naked, just doing a maybe atypical teenage make-out session.

"Time to get dressed, Patricia," I ordered.

"Yes, James. Underwear, or no?" she asked.

"Leave them off, Patricia," I said with a grin. "I think its kind of sexy to know that underneath that flimsy dress is only my Patricia."

Patricia once again beamed at my praise and pulled her dress over her head and she was dressed.

I helped Patricia "straighten out" her dress, using that as my excuse to continue to fondle her through the thin fabric. I received no complaints.

I took my bag with my tickets in it and asked Patricia to hold them in her purse. She looked at me with wide eyes: I was entrusting her with my precious tickets.

There was a path in the woods that was formed by a stream that only had water on it during the spring runoff season. We followed that path to the highway, and walked to the mall.

During our walk, Patricia would hold my hand… the first time any girl held my hand as I walked with her. We looked like the perfect couple, except for the fact that Patricia was two years older than me.

After we got to the mall, Patty headed for a pay phone and called Wendy. She told Wendy where she was and that she was with me, and Wendy said that she’d meet us at the food court.

I was a bit hungry. Despite the big dinner I had the previous night, I had skipped breakfast and worked up quite an appetite during my make-out session with Patricia. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any money, having allowed my step-sister Merry to earn most of my allowance for the last couple of weeks. I figured that I would have to do something to get some money.

I thought about just taking what I wanted, giving a ticket in exchange, but I realized that the kids that worked the food court would end up paying for those missing meals from their own hard-earned paycheck. I couldn’t even get a free Coke… the fast food places even inventory the damned cups!

Wendy arrived a few minutes later. She hugged both of us. "So… what’s up with you two?"

Before Patty could answer, I said, "We’re just hanging around, and had an idea for some fun and wanted to know if you can Camille would be interested."

Wendy smiled. "What kind of fun?" She looked down at my crotch.

I think I blushed, but recovered. "How’d you like to get even with Kristen, or Miss Rich Princess, as Patty calls her?"

Wendy’s face turned serious. "That may not be a good idea, Jim. She’s pretty well connected. I heard once…"

Patty interrupted her friend. "Jim told me a bit of his plan. I don’t think you have to worry about Kristen’s friends or family."

Wendy looked at Patty, and then me, raising her eyebrows. "Well, if anybody could get away with it, Jim might be able to do it."

I nodded and smiled. A plan was starting to form in my mind.

Patty turned to Wendy. "Is your mother working today?"

"Yeah, why?"

Patty said, "Let’s pick up Cammie and meet at your place to go over our plans for Kristen."

Wendy looked at Patty and then me. She smiled and said, "Sure."

Chapter 7

I had a turkey sandwich at Wendy’s house. I was quite hungry and it was able to tide me over. My command the other day for Wendy and Camille to trust me seemed to be holding. Not privy to the workings of my lucky tickets, they weren’t sure how I would be able to get Kristen under my power, but they felt strangely confidant that I would be able to do so.

The only hole in my plan was getting to Kristen in the first place. It was not normal for any of us to associate with Kristen, so we wouldn’t be able to just approach her front door and expect her to answer it. None of us knew her schedule, so we just couldn’t expect to meet her, say, at the mall.

Of course, I remembered Patrice, who was a member of Kristen’s inner circle. I knew that we could probably be able to get to Kristen through Patrice, but there was still the fact that I didn’t want to use tickets on Patrice for a while until I could get my thoughts straightened up about her.

Then Wendy suggested Jackie.

I didn’t know Jackie, but Camille described her as a raven haired Italian beauty with a slightly darker complexion and brown eyes. The girls knew her as a member of Kristen’s circle of friends, and she wasn’t quite as bitchy as many of the others. In addition, Camille and Jackie had some faint family ties. It wouldn’t be too unseemly for Camille to approach Jackie, and hopefully, through Jackie, we could get to Kristen.

Camille used Wendy’s phone to call Jackie.

"Hello, Aunt Caroline? This is Camille…"

"Yeah, 'Milla. Um, is Jackie around?"

There was a pause while Jackie’s mom located her daughter. Camille grinned at us, and Wendy and Patty crossed their fingers together to wish her luck.

"Jackie, this is Camille…"

"Uh, huh. Yeah, it’s been a while…"

"I was just wondering if… you know… we could meet at the mall. You know, hang out?"

"Oh. I didn’t know that…"

This didn’t sound positive, but I waited patiently.