Patty, Wendy, and Camille had decided to order the "Belly Buster" ice cream dessert together, and asked Kristen if she wanted to share.
Kristen’s eyes widened when the girls made their offer, and she nodded "yes," looking at me as she did so. The dessert came, and they all wolfed it down. I just had a tiny spoonful of some vanilla ice cream from the side closest to me.
I felt guilty paying for lunch at Vaughn’s, since I was paying with the money that Kristen had given me the day before — blood money, as I considered it. But I had already made the offer to the three girls, and the money I had taken from Kristen was the only money that I had.
I had Patty drive me home afterward, and she tried talking with me, but stopped when she realized that I just didn’t want to talk, allowing me to work things out myself.
I walked over Jack’s house, thankful that the rain had stopped. Patrice was sitting in her chair in the living room, and didn’t say anything to me when I found Jack. Seeing Jack’s sister made me feel even worse, reminding me that I had humiliated Patrice in much the same way as Kristen, albeit not in front of anybody else.
Jack asked me if I had brought my Frisbee — I hadn’t — so he got his football, and we tossed it back and forth in his back yard.
Jack could see that I was distracted, but didn’t say anything. I hung out with Jack for a couple of hours, using the time to try to force other things into my mind.
At dinner, my step-father noticed my distraction as well, and asked me, "Girl trouble?"
My mother looked daggers in her eyes at him, and I answered, "Maybe," in a noncommittal sort of way.
I went to bed early, and once again spent a night fighting with myself over how terrible a person I was. And to think that I had even had the audacity to reenact Kristen’s degradation with Patty just that morning!
I was awakened by the familiar warmth around my erect penis. Apparently, Patty had modified her technique, no longer grasping the shaft and jacking it as she sucked.
I heard some movement to my right, and I saw Patty, completely nude, smiling at me. Her red hair seemed to glow in the early morning sunrise. I smiled, happy to see that Patty was continuing her morning blow jobs, even after my atrocious behavior the previous day.
I smiled back at Patty — probably the first time that I had smiled in many hours — and I kissed her. Patty opened her lips, accepting my kiss, and touching tongues.
The suction on my shaft increased, as my tongue explored Patty’s inner mouth, when my mind told me that I was missing something kind of important.
Not only was Patty’s oral technique noticeably different this morning, but she had managed to figure out how to French kiss a boy while blowing him…
Wait a minute! Patty didn’t have two mouths!
"Hmmmph!" I said, pushing away from Patty.
"Good morning, sweet cakes," Patty said.
If Patty was lying next to me in my bed, then who was between my legs, sucking my cock?
I took a deep breath, and looked southward. I saw Kristen’s light blonde hair moving up and down. She was curled up between my legs, and had her right hand between her own legs, frigging herself.
Why was Kristen here? I looked back to Patty, who was smiling at me as I suddenly realized that there were two girls in my bed. She obviously knew that Kristen was here; she probably drove Kristen here herself. But why?
Kristen was orally talented, and managed to bring my release pretty quickly. I arched my back as I pumped my seed into Kristen’s eagerly sucking mouth.
Kristen’s breathing went faster as she soon reached her own orgasm. I watched, fascinated, as Kristen moaned quietly for a couple of minutes.
Patty got off the bed, and I wondered if she would blow me next.
Instead, Patty leaned over to Kristen, and the two naked girls kissed. It was a deep kiss, and lasted about a minute. Patty smiled and stood up and moved back to me.
When Patty kissed me, I could taste my semen in her mouth. My eyes went wide at the realization.
The kiss was short, and Patty stood up.
"May I swoll-owe?" Patty said.
Kristen sat up between my legs and repeated Patty’s request.
"Ahh… um… sure!" I said.
The two girls swallowed audibly, and then giggled.
Patty turned to Kristen and said, "See?"
Kristen nodded, and blushed.
I had no idea what the two girls were up to.
"What’s going on?" I asked Patty.
"Kristen and I had a very long talk yesterday," Patty said, looking to Kristen to make sure that she didn’t mind. Kristen nodded her OK.
Patty continued, "It seems you didn’t fix everything. It seems that Kristen thinks your semen, in her own words, tastes better than chocolate. And she cannot orgasm without it in her mouth."
Oh, fuck. I looked around for my bag with the roll of tickets in it.
Patty noticed my look, and said, "We talked about it. Kristen doesn’t want you to fix it. At least, not yet."
"Huh?" I asked, confused. "Why?"
Patty blushed, and turned to Kristen, allowing the girl to talk for herself.
"I kind of… I love the taste. Please don’t change that. I… really sort of like it."
I didn’t understand, but it almost made sense. "OK. But the other thing…"
Kristen blushed again. "You’ll need to fix that, but not right now. Maybe in a few days or so."
"That means…"
Kristen interrupted me. "Yes. I’ll need to be with you occasionally. Do you mind?"
Let’s see. A blonde haired rich goddess asks a fifteen year old boy if he minds if she sucks him off occasionally. Let’s see… what answer would he give?
I didn’t disappoint. "I guess. But why?"
Kristen blushed some more, and looked to Patty for support.
Patty nodded and said, "Kristen told me yesterday that she thought you were a monster… the devil himself. But afterward, you fixed the cravings. You cured her addiction. And then, you held her."
Huh? I said, "I held her?"
Kristen answered this one. "Nobody… nobody ever held me like that before. Not my mother or father. Nobody. At least, nobody in many years."
"And in return, you want to have oral sex with me? A kid?"
Kristen sighed and looked to Patty.
Patty quietly said, "Kristen, get dressed and I’ll meet you out in the car."
"Wait!" I said. Kristen looked at me, hopefully.
I had learned the beginnings of sexual etiquette, and one thing that I have learned was that if somebody does something nice to you in a sexual way, that person should be thanked, preferably with a kiss, but with at least a hug.
I got up from my bed, walking to where Kristen was standing. Kristen looked extremely nervous, and her body stiffened. Softly, I brought my arms up to Kristen’s shoulders, and brought her body softly toward mine into a gentle hug.
Kristen had her eyes closed, her mouth pursed in anticipation of a kiss. Seeing this, I slowly moved my face toward hers, and I kissed her briefly. I was very aware of the pointy nipples of Kristen’s breasts sticking into my chest, and my cock started getting hard again. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, and pulled back before the kiss became too passionate. "Thank you, Kristen. You made me feel good," I whispered to the lovely blonde girl.
Kristen nodded, and the two of us broke from our embrace. Kristen smiled at Patty, and then quickly dressed. Her clothes were in a neat pile next to Patty’s. I watched as she pulled a dress that I recognized as a light pink one of Patty’s over her head.
I looked at Patty and she smiled. "We’re the same size. Well, maybe not in the chest department."