It occurred to me that Merry was able to explain about how the wishes worked when given a wish to do so (this sounds much more complicated than it really was). I thought I’d ask Patty to try an experiment later so I can figure out why some wishes require time limits, and possibly answer some other questions that I had occurred to me over the last few days.
Patty arrived promptly on time, and she parked in front of my house. She ran from her car to my front door, trying to avoid getting too wet. The rain was pouring in sheets, however, so Patty was ultimately unsuccessful. She had a plastic kerchief on her head, and a nylon rain coat over the rest of her clothes, so only her shoes were wet when she got into the foyer. Since our family mostly just wears socks around the house, I had Patty take off her shoes and rain coat, and put them in the entrance foyer.
The rest of my family were in the kitchen, waiting for my guest. I took Patty into the kitchen and introduced her, and they all exchanged pleasantries.
"Why don’t you sit down, Patty?" my mother said.
"Thank you," Patty said, taking her seat.
My mother seemed just a bit uncomfortable, but tried to be as good a hostess as she ever was. She offered Patty some coffee cake, which she accepted.
"Jim tells me that you’re a senior," my mother said.
"Yes. I’ll be going into twelfth grade when school starts after Labor Day," Patty said.
"Jim will be attending high school as well," my mother added, carefully avoiding the fact that I would be entering a grade two years younger.
"Patty," my step-sister said, "Is that your car in front of the house?"
"Yes, Merry."
"Wow. How old were you when your father gave you a car?" Merry always had her own personal agendas, and I was quite used to it.
"I’d imagine she was a few years older than you are, young miss," my step-father answered.
Patty smiled. "I got it last month. Seniors can park at school."
"That sounds wicked!" Merry explained.
"Have you picked out a college, Patty?" my mom asked.
"I think I may do liberal arts at the community college for a couple of years," Patty said.
My mother nodded.
It hadn’t occurred to me that college would be something that a high school student would have to think about. I realized that I would probably be expected to think about college in a couple of years, if not sooner. It occurred to me that the two year difference in my age and Patty’s was a bigger gulf than I had thought during the past few days. (In retrospect, I think that making me think this may have been the reason for some of my mother’s questions.)
"Liberal arts sounds fine. I wish I had earned a college degree," my mother mused.
The conversation that morning at the breakfast table continued in the same vein. It was pleasant enough, and only my mother seemed to be forcing her good humor, but I doubted that Patty would have noticed it, not knowing my mother as well as I did.
After breakfast, I went to do the dishes, but Merry stopped me, telling me she’d do it, and I that I should attend to my guest. I was a bit surprised, but again, I had a pretty good relationship with her.
Patty and I adjourned to my room. I put on a Beatles album at least so my mother could rationalize that we were just listening to records.
Patty immediately removed her blouse and bra as she entered my room, almost before the door was closed. She then got on her knees in the middle of my room.
"What are you doing, Patty?"
"It’s Patricia," corrected my guest.
"Sorry, Patricia. What are you doing?"
"You are supposed to tell me to put your penis in my mouth."
I smiled. "You’re Kristen this morning?"
Patricia nodded.
The episode with Kristen was still fresh in my mind. I ordered Patricia to pull my dick out of my pants. She unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled my jeans down just as Kristen did before.
She then took my cock and placed it in her mouth.
"Oy um a fock’n butch!"
I almost laughed. Patty was not any better than Kristen at talking with a dick in her mouth. I didn’t laugh, though, since it would have spoiled the mood.
"Oy um a fock’n butch!"
I watched as Patty started sucking me in earnest. "Ummm um fummmummm bumm," she moaned, exactly as Kristen had done yesterday.
The whole scene was really quite erotic for me, and seeing Patty sucking me while I was remembering Kristen doing exactly the same thing soon had me erupting in her mouth.
"That was wonderful, Patricia!"
"Thank you, James," Patricia said, pleased at herself. She still had my come in her mouth. "May I swow-woe?"
"Well, I don’t know how I can have you French kiss Patty, so I guess you can swallow."
"Oy could kiss yoom," Patty suggested.
I laughed and shook my head, not relishing the thought of tasting a full load of my sperm. Patty swallowed, and smiled in triumph.
"That was fun," Patty said. "How did you come up with that punishment for Kristen?"
"I don’t know," I admitted. "I just tried to think of something that would embarrass her in front of the three of you."
"Think you could come up with something embarrassing for me, James?" Patty said, emphasizing the name she used.
I sighed. "I don’t know. When I’m angry, I usually think of nasty ways of getting even. But I can’t imagine me being that angry with you."
"Yes, James," Patty said, a bit sadly.
I was afraid that I had hurt her feelings… by not hurting her feelings. The whole situation seemed preposterous.
"James?" Patty said, still in "slave" mode.
"Yes, Patricia?"
"Can we visit with Wendy and Camille again today?"
I didn’t have much in the way of plans for today. "I don’t see any reason why not, Patty."
Patty smiled at me and gave me a hug.
I had Patty drive me to her house. Unfortunately, her mother’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I had hoped to be able to "convince" Patty’s mother that our relationship wasn’t something that she needed to be concerned about.
"You want to play in my room?" Patty offered.
"Nah," I said. Normally, I would rather have had the opportunity to spend a day with Patty at the park, but it was still raining, even if it wasn’t the torrential downpour it was earlier in the morning. "So, Patty, would you prefer to go back to Wendy’s house, or maybe meet your friends at the mall?"
"Wendy’s house," Patty answered.
"Sure she won’t mind?"
Patty gave me a "let’s get serious" look and didn’t bother answering vocally. She put the car into gear and headed back toward my house.
"Where are we going? This isn’t the way to Wendy’s."
"Camille’s," Patty answered. "Her father brought her car to the auto shop to get a tune-up, oil change, and check-up so she can use it for school."
"Oh," I said.
Camille actually lived pretty close to where I lived, which made sense since she and her sister had baby sat for me when I was younger.
"Hi, Patty! Hi, Jim!" Camille said cheerily when she answered the door.
"Is that Patty, dear?" came a woman’s voice behind her.
"Yes, Ma," Camille answered, looking behind her. "She’s with Jim, another of our friends."
Camille’s mother asked, "Do they want cake?"
Camille looked at us, and Patty said quietly that we were heading toward Wendy’s. Camille turned back to answer her mother. "Nah. They’re just picking me up. I’ll be back for dinner!"
"OK, 'Milla," the mother said. "Call if you’ll be late."