Once again, I felt my ass start to squirm, and Wendy stopped her jacking motion.
I expected Kristen to use the opportunity of Wendy’s hand no longer blocking her to engulf my cock, but she didn’t. She just continued to rub her tongue over my head.
My body couldn’t take any more stimulation. I started pumping my semen upward, and Kristen caught it mostly on her tongue, a drop or two dribbling onto her chin, and back down into the hairs at the base of my shaft.
I only managed a couple of spurts this time, unlike my last orgasm. Kristen continued her licking, the head of my cock now slimy with a combination of her saliva and my semen.
After a few minutes, I realized that Kristen’s love for my semen could keep her licking me over and over for hours. My dick needed some time to rest, so I called her, quietly. "Kristen?"
Kristen lifted her head slightly, and said, "Hmmm?"
"Come here and kiss me!"
The blonde bombshell smiled, and moved her body over mine, her breasts feeling warm against my chest, and her pubic hair over my over-sensitized groin. She opened her mouth and kissed me, and I could once again taste my semen as our two tongues played together.
I wrapped my hands around Kristen and rolled us so that we were both on our sides. I broke the kiss and said, "I think you have a fan club!"
Kristen looked puzzled, and then looked around at the other three girls, that had embarrassed looks on their faces as Kristen noticed that they had been staring.
"That was wonderful," I whispered into Kristen’s ear.
Kristen smiled, and whispered back, "I love you, Jim."
I didn’t know what to say to Kristen in response.
Not wanting to make the same mistake I had made the previous week, I made sure that I kissed each and every girl as we started to get up and get dressed. Camille and Wendy seemed delighted by this, and surprised me by French kissing me in return.
After I kissed Patty, she whispered to me that she’d see me tomorrow morning. I wondered if she’d bring Kristen again.
The last girl I kissed was Kristen, and it was also the longest kiss. She also whispered to me afterward: "Can you and Patty meet me at my house after she visits you tomorrow morning?"
I nodded, and whispered, "I’ll ask Patty, but I can’t see why not."
"Thanks," Kristen said, giving me another quick kiss.
I dressed while watching the other four girls dress. I decided that if this was what was going to happen, I was really going to really like Wednesday nights!
Kristen drove me home, and I was in by eleven thirty. I said good-night to my family and went to bed.
I was awake when I heard the back door of our house open. I knew instinctively that it was Patty.
I had already gone to the bathroom about ten minutes earlier, so my early-morning hard-on was gone. I tried not to think about Patty’s daily blow job in order to try to keep it flaccid.
I could barely hear Patty’s footsteps coming upstairs, and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
I heard my door open quietly, and I had started taking deep breaths. I remember that Patty claimed that I snored, but I had no idea what my snoring — if I really did snore — would sound like. I decided not to pretend on that score.
I tried to fill my head with suitable unerotic thoughts, such as pits full of snakes and spiders, the latest Cubs game (they had lost), and other non-sexual things.
My eyes were closed, and I heard rustling and realized that Patty was undressing. I continued to try to distract my mind, trying to keep my composure.
Soon, Patty lifted the covers, and she gasped. Patty was obviously expecting to see something more solid that the shriveled mass she exposed.
The moment I heard Patty’s gasp, though, I knew the jig was up. I got a terrible case of the giggles that I tried to smother. I was nowhere near successful, and I felt my stomach spasm as what I had imagined Patty’s astonishment at my (quite) little surprise.
"You faker!" Patty whispered, noticing my movements.
My giggles became verbal, albeit muted.
Patty dropped her nude body on top of mine, and we kissed for a few minutes.
"Hmmm," Patty said when we broke the kiss. "It seems to have come back to life. How’d you do that, anyway?"
"I told you it’s hard until I piss in the morning. Well, I woke up early and took care of it before you got here."
"One of these days, I’ll get even with you for that!" Patty said, no trace of malice in her hushed voice.
"Hey!" I protested. "I only did it to get even with you for starting this crazy morning blow job thing in the first place!"
"OK. Let’s kiss again and we’ll both be even," Patty suggested.
It was a wonderful suggestion.
One kiss, one blow job, and one back rub later, I told Patty, "Kristen invited us to her house… after we’re finished here."
Patty nodded. "I know. I made the suggestion myself to Kristen yesterday afternoon. I really hoped you’d want to come. I think you and Kristen need to talk, and the two of you are so shy with each other that you’ll probably need me to get either of you to say shit."
Patty was playing matchmaker.
"Um, Patty?"
"Yeah?"
"When you told me… Kristen loved me…?"
"Uh, huh?"
"Did you mean, she loves me, like you love me? Or did you mean that she’s in love with me?"
Patty grinned. "What do you think?"
"Hmmm… I’m hoping for one, but afraid it’s the other."
Patty nodded. "Are you hoping she’s in love with you?"
Actually, I was afraid that was the case. It scared me shitless. And it irritated me when my mother said that that I was in love with Kristen!
I shrugged.
Patty smiled. "Well, are you in love with Kristen?"
I didn’t want to answer that question. My mother thought I was in love with Kristen, but I really didn’t think that she could possibly be right on that one.
Patty waited for almost a minute for my reply and then asked, gently, "Well, do you love her?"
I thought about my feelings for Kristen. Although I originally thought of her as a fucking bitch, I had found that I was really sorry when I had hurt her, and not just because Patty was angry with me. I thought about the few times that the two of us were alone together, and how much fun she was to be around with. She had shown herself to be clever, witty, and loving.
Patty was waiting for me to answer that question.
Finally, I said, "Well, Patty. I’m not sure. I’ve never loved anybody… other than my family, of course. I mean, I think I feel the same way about you that you seem to feel about me, and you say you love me. If that feeling is love, then, yes, I probably love Kristen."
Patty was silent. "You know, Jim, sometimes it’s difficult to remember that you’re only fifteen. I mean that in a good way, honey. You see, you generally act pretty mature. But because of that, I keep forgetting that you don’t really have much life experience."
"I guess not," I said sourly, thinking that Patty was dismissing me as "just a kid."
"Come on, Jim. You know what I mean. You really haven’t dated, have you?"
"Well, no…"
"Well, I can tell you from experience that dating is sometimes the pits." Patty’s face went dark for a few seconds, apparently thinking of that Freddy Furst asshole.
"Yeah. You told me."
Patty looked at me and said, "But loving somebody… I mean, really LOVING somebody… it’s special. I’m looking for that one-in-a-million guy myself. I’d be happy with you, but we don’t connect like lovers — real LOVERS — do. I know, because I thought I was in love with somebody, and it was all fucked. But in my heart, my feelings were true, even if the guy was a complete dipshit. I was young, and I wasn’t seeing that the guy didn’t love me. Fuck… I had stars in my eyes!