I nodded sheepishly. "That’s also how I managed to cure your addiction. I can also use it to change the way that you feel about my sperm."
Kristen blushed. "Actually, I like that one," she giggled.
"When I cured you, that was the last time I used the tickets," I assured Kristen. "Well, except for today. I made a wish that you’ll never be able to tell anybody about the tickets."
Patty nodded in agreement with me. There was another pause.
"The tickets are interesting," Kristen said after thinking a bit. "But they’re not all that important to me."
"Huh?" I asked.
Kristen smiled. "You said you loved me, Jim. That’s what is the most important thing to me right now."
I blushed. "I did say that. And I do love you." It was amazing. Once I had managed to tell Kristen, I found it easy to be honest with myself. I really did love that girl.
"Do I really crinkle my nose when I giggle?"
Patty and I started giggling. "Only when Jim’s around, honey."
Kristen blushed.
I had the girls get up and we did another group hug, and then we all got dressed.
"Do you girls have any plans for today?"
Both Patty and Kristen shook their heads.
Kristen said, "The two of you can visit at my house again, if you want."
I looked at Patty. "That sounds nice," I said.
Patty agreed.
My family was downstairs when we came down. My mother looked a bit perplexed to see both Kristen and Patty with me, and she looked at me with raised eyebrows. My step-father, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be surprised at all.
"We’re going over Kristen’s," I informed my mother.
"Will you be home for dinner?" my mother asked with a strained voice. "We’re having fish tonight."
I wanted to play it by ear. "I’ll give you a call later, Mom. See ya!" I could feel my mother’s eyes burning a hole into my back. I simply ignored it; there was no way I could explain my relationship with the two girls.
We went outside to where Patty’s car was parked. Patty got in the driver’s seat and Kristen sat in the middle.
We drove to Kristen’s house, and as we approached the closed gate, Kristen had a little transmitter in her hand and pushed a button. The gate opened as we approached.
As Kristen was about to put the transmitter into her pocketbook, I asked her if I could see it first. Kristen smiled as she handed it to me.
"This is so neat," I said, smiling.
Patty parked near the garage next to Kristen’s Camaro.
We started to head into the garage when Kristen asked if we’d like to see her house.
"It’s kind of early, don’t you think?" I asked. "I don’t want to anger your parents."
"My dad is on a business trip and Mom is out of town as well. They should be getting home on Sunday; at least I hope they do. Dad and mom want to have a barbecue this weekend."
"We have the entire house to ourselves?" I asked, trying to think of what that would mean to three teenagers with active libidos.
"Well, there are the servants, but they won’t bother us."
"Groovy."
I found myself staring at Kristen. She was, in a word, beautiful. And the girl loved me! Me… a fifteen year old boy two grades younger than she was. And I loved her! Wasn’t life just perfect?
"Didn’t you say you had a pool, Kris?" Patty asked.
"Yeah," Kristen smiled. "It’s in the Solarium. We’ve got a swimming pool, a hot tub, and even a sauna. They’re out this way."
We followed Kristen and soon found ourselves near the rear of her house in room with a large sunlight that also had the distinct smell of chlorine in it.
"My God," Patty sighed. "This is beautiful."
"Thanks," smiled Kristen. "Wanna go for a swim?"
Patty looked at me and then turned to Kristen. "We don’t have bathing suits. Even if I could fit into one of yours, the top would be loose. And I don’t think Jim would like to wear one of your suits."
Kristen laughed, crinkling her nose once again. "Will probably has a few suits in his room, but around here, we’re always very informal about such things."
To make her point, Kristen stripped off her dress and placed it on one of the lounge chairs. Her panties and bra came next and without any warning, she did a wonderful swan dive into the pool.
When Kristen surfaced, I said, "Kristen! What if the servants see?"
Kristen laughed, crinkling her nose again. "This isn’t the first time I’ve skinny dipped here. This is my house. Nothing bad is going to happen."
Patty and I looked at one another and at Kristen and after a minute, I saw Patty shrug and start to tug off her own clothes.
Soon, my two best female friends were frolicking in the pool. I watched, with a bit of jealousy, I must admit.
Kristen called over to me. "Come ON, Jim. It’s not like we haven’t seen you before!"
I looked at the entrance, waiting for somebody to show up, pissed. Nobody seemed to be coming.
Why do these things happen to me? I brought my hands to my belt, but couldn’t get the nerve to actually unbuckle it. I heard the girls get out of the water, apparently to do some more dives or jumps.
Suddenly, I felt wet hands behind me. Kristen and Patty had decided to help me. My clothes ended up on the floor, more than a bit wet due to the puddles of water produced by the two girls.
I allowed myself to be pulled over to the pool, and the three of us splashed into the deep end. I was surprised at how warm the water was.
There were hands on my sides tickling me, and I just managed to get a gasp of breath before I found myself pulled under. I squirmed free of the entangling hands, and saw two legs leading to a darker patch of pubic hair, indicating that they belonged to Patty. I started making my way back to the surface, and gave Patty’s fanny an affectionate squeeze, eliciting a surprised reaction from Patty.
The three of us engaged in horseplay for about an hour. I was starting to feel a bit waterlogged, and despite the fact that the pool was heated, I actually found myself getting cold.
Kristen saw the goosebumps on my skin, and suggested we go into the spa room.
"Spa room?" I asked, confused.
Kristen smiled. "We have a hot tub."
"Oh," Patty cooed, pleasantly surprised.
Kristen led us into an alcove that we hadn’t noticed because the lights hadn’t been on. She flipped a switch, and the lights came on and showed me my first view of a hot tub up close.
The hot tub was covered by a padded lid, and Kristen asked me to help her remove it. It came off easily, not as heavy as I thought, but it was bulky in its size. After the lid was removed, we saw that the tub itself was light blue with waves of white swirls.
The water smelled of chlorine, and Kristen pushed a button on a panel on the wall, and Patty and I both jumped as the jets started to churn.
"Come on," Kristen told the two of us. "The water’s already warm." She quickly went down a set of steps built into the unit. Patty and I quickly followed.
The water was not just warm, it was hot. And it felt lovely compared to the water in the "heated" pool we had just left.
I sat with a seventeen year old on either side of me. I stretched out my arms, and the two girls snuggled against me. I found myself envying all the "toys" that Kristen had at her home; a boy like me could get used to this.
The three of us were startled from a voice that came out of nowhere. "Miss Swift?"
Kristen smiled, and yelled out, "Yes, Billy. What is it?"
Apparently, Billy’s voice came from some sort of intercom. I idly wondered how "Billy" knew exactly where Kristen was. Were there video monitors in the room?
Billy’s voice asked, "Are you expecting company? I have a Miss Patrice Williams at the front gate."