I didn’t want to be left out, so I went over to Patty and hugged her as well. "All friends, right?"
"Right," Patty answered. "You’re correct, Jimma Not-A-Jock!"
I wondered how long that name would stick.
The conversation turned to other subjects, including school classes that I wouldn’t have to think about for a year or so. I listened, but didn’t memorize everything. Every once in a while, the girls would try to bring me back into the conversation, but I was happy to just be part of the group, just listening.
The phone rang, doing little to interrupt the conversation except that Wendy went into the kitchen to answer it. Patty and Camille continued whatever they were talking about.
Wendy came in. "Patty, it’s for you."
"The phone?" Patty asked. "For me?"
"Yeah."
Patty went into the kitchen. As soon as she left, Wendy said, quietly, to Camille and me, "It’s Kristen. She sounds weird."
"Ooh," Camille said. "Maybe the bitch really is going to apologize to us."
Wendy shrugged. "Well, she didn’t apologize to me. She just asked for Patty."
"Huh?" Camille asked. "That IS weird."
Patty came in, looking at me with an expression that I never her use before: disapproval. "It seems that Kristen is asking permission for me to let her meet with Jim."
Wendy asked, "Why not ask Jim himself?"
Patty continued looking at me. "That’s a good question."
I tried to look sheepish, but I was actually feeling victorious. I had won another battle against Kristen’s bitchiness. I had made her ask Patty to arrange for my services, but had neglected to tell Patty about it. Seeing Patty’s attitude now made me questioned the wisdom of letting this be a surprise to her.
"I, uh…" I stammered. "Kristen seems to be addicted a bit to me."
Wendy and Camille looked at each other in surprise.
I decided to let them all know. "She has to make arrangements through Patty for my services. It’s part of my plan to embarrass her."
Patty shook her head. "Jim, something went wrong! She really sounds desperate!"
Shit. Maybe I went a little too far. I didn’t answer Patty.
Patty pressed on. "She wants to come over."
I looked at the three girls, and saw that none of them really wanted a repeat of yesterday’s performance.
"Send her over," I said quietly.
"Huh?" asked Patty.
"I said, send her over, Patricia," in the same quiet voice.
"Yes, JAMES," Patty said, still disapproving, and quickly returned back to the kitchen.
Wendy and Camille didn’t understand what was going on, but by now I think that they realized that Patty and I had some secret code between us.
I looked at the two girls and said, "Don’t worry. I’ll make things right. I had just wanted to give Kristen a not-so-subtle reminder about yesterday. I may have gone too far."
Wendy and Camille nodded, but didn’t say anything.
Patty came out of the kitchen. "She’ll be here in ten minutes, JAMES."
I sighed and turned to the other two girls, "Could we have a moment in private?"
The two girls nodded and silently left.
As soon as they were gone, Patty started talking to me in hushed tones. "You know, I wouldn’t mind if you did that sort of thing to me. After all, I volunteered for that sort of thing and I will obey you voluntarily. But you did it to her using a ticket. Those things are powerful, JAMES. Yes, she’s a bitch, and probably deserves to be shown up, but the voice I heard on that phone was as bad as you hear on those television shows where you see heroin junkies!"
"I’m sorry, Patty," I said, keeping my voice low. "I may have fucked up, but I can also fix it."
Patty looked at me, breathing heavily. This was one of the first times that I had seen her truly angry at me. She seemed to force herself to take longer breaths, and appeared to be counting to herself in order to calm down.
"Yes," Patty finally said. "You can probably fix it. But you should think before you use those things. If you tell me that I’m addicted to your sperm, I won’t go through withdrawal symptoms. I’ll just play-act that way. But if her parents were to see or hear her in the condition she’s in now, they’d probably take her to a hospital! A HOSPITAL, Jim!"
"I wasn’t thinking," I said.
"Jim. Promise me you’ll be careful with those things."
I nodded and promised. I was angry at myself for having Patty upset with me. I don’t know where the tears came from. Big boys aren’t supposed to cry. "I’m… sorry…"
"Don’t beat yourself up, Jim," Patty said, quietly, holding my head between her breasts, holding my head like a mother would hold a crying child, which I guess is the perfect simile.
Finally, Patty said, "What did you tell Kristen? And what did you actually want?"
I sniffed, trying to will the tears out of my eyes. "I wanted to humiliate her; make her have to get permission before she could orgasm. I told her she needed to have my sperm in her mouth to come, that she was addicted to my dick and my sperm."
Patty nodded, which I didn’t see, but rather felt. "Well, you actually punished her more than you thought."
"Yeah," I said. moving my face within her arms, hoping to wipe a bit of my tears off my face.
"Well," Patty said, soothingly, "let’s cure her addiction, and think about removing her need to ask permission. That sounds a bit too kinky." I could hear Patty chuckle a bit from my ears that were still against her chest. I was starting to feel better.
"Can I get my bag of tickets?" I asked Patty.
"You mean, may I?"
"Yes, Mother," I said, smiling weakly.
Kristen arrived a few minutes later, and she looked even worse than Patty had described her. She was still topless, and looked completely defeated, as if she hadn’t had any sleep since we last saw her yesterday.
"Take a ticket," I told her as soon as I got over my shock of seeing her.
"You have one wish," Kristen said without any emotion.
"Kristen, your addiction to my sperm and any other addiction that I may have put on you are cured."
Kristen looked at me dully for a few moments, and then said, "Your wish is my command."
Patty looked at the girl and said, softly, "Kristen, what the hell happened to you?"
Kristen slowly looked at me, and then at Patty. She took a breath and said, "I didn’t go home last night. I found a phone booth that had a broken light, and I called my parents and told them I would be out. I called a few of my friends… I don’t really remember what I told them, and I really don’t care. I didn’t have a place to go where I could be topless, and nobody would understand. I ended up parking on a deserted street. Luckily, nobody attacked me."
I had no idea that my little game would have such far-reaching repercussions.
Kristen closed her eyes, continuing her story. "I had images of me sucking… sucking him in front of the three of you… the picture that you guys took… I can’t stop looking at it… can’t stop fantasizing about it."
Kristen took a deep breath. "I tried masturbating, but what he had told me was true. I can build it almost to the point of release, but only if I think of… his penis… and me sucking him… but I still cannot… you know…"
I looked at Patty, who was giving me that "this is YOUR fault" look on her face. I shook my head, wondering how I could have fucked up so royally that Patty… my dear Patty… was angry at me. Unbidden, I felt my eyes start to water again.
I sighed and handed Kristen another ticket.
"You have one wish."