Kristen told Patty that she’d drive me home, and I called my folks and told them that I was going out to dinner. My mother seemed disappointed that I wouldn’t be there, but was happy that I was going out with Kristen. I tried to tell her that it wasn’t really a date, but my mother wouldn’t hear it.
Kristen giggled when I told her about my mother. "Of course, it’s a date, silly."
"Hmmm. Do you blow on your first date?" I asked her.
"Only studs with dicks that taste as good as yours, lover."
Kristen and I had a great meal at Vaughn’s. I started to notice certain things. There were other kids around — Vaughn’s was a popular hang-out for people our age. But they noticed the two of us… and I was certain that there was some discussion about the two of us, especially about the difference in our ages.
I started to wonder about whether our relationship was a good one. After all, a difference of two years was a vast gulf, especially when it was the guy that was the younger person. People were bound to talk — to gossip — and not all of that talk would be complimentary about Kristen or myself. Patrice had said that there was rumors going around about me blackmailing the girls I was with, and me being seen having dinner with Kristen would only fuel such rumors.
How would I be able to keep up a relationship with Kristen — who I could now say unabashedly that I loved — and not hurt her by the things that people must be saying?
Kristen noticed the other people, but her countenance never showed any signs of remorse. If anything, she seemed determined to make it a point to say, "This guy is mine and I love him" with her actions.
If Kristen didn’t seem to mind, maybe I shouldn’t mind.
But every time I tried to focus on Kristen, and only Kristen, I’d notice somebody else pointing at us and whispering.
Needless to say, our "date" wasn’t an outstanding success. Kristen seemed to have fun, but I found that I was worrying about other people’s thoughts about me for the first time in my life. I felt like I was performing at my very first recital. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
Kristen sensed my mood, and tried to cheer me up. And I dutifully appeared to be cheered, but Kristen knew my actions were quite forced. I just wasn’t socially practiced enough to put on a false face like that, and Kristen knew that.
And it was obvious that Kristen knew exactly what was bugging me, but she gave me my space. She might be new to having friends, but she had an ingrained knowledge about how to be a friend.
"I’m sorry, Kris," I said. "I’m not good company tonight."
"That’s all right," my love replied. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I don’t know. I think that Vaughn’s was a bad idea. All our friends are here."
Kristen smiled. "Wendy? Camille? Patty? Patrice? Where are they?"
I was forced to laugh. "OK. The people at Vaughn’s are not friends."
Kristen didn’t smile. "So… who the fuck cares what they think?"
Huh? "I was worried about your feelings, actually."
My little blonde Goddess gave me an exasperated look. "My feelings? Every place I go, people whisper about me. How rich I am. How bitchy the people I used to hang around with are. How I didn’t deserve the things I have. Maybe some of it is true. But… dating you — the love of my life! — is not something I’m ashamed about. Let them talk about us. How can it hurt us?"
I realized that Kristen was right. "Kris, did I tell you I love you?"
The cheeks on Kristen’s face dimpled. "Yes, but I love hearing it!"
"I LOVE YOU!" I shouted, turning many heads at Vaughn’s.
"Doesn’t that feel better?" Kristen asked.
"Maybe a little," I said. "But if they’re going to talk, let them have some truth to talk about."
Kristen drove me home, and I invited her in. My mother and step-father gave her a warm welcome, as did Merry. Kristen seemed to fit in as a part of our family.
As I watched Kristen mingle with my family, I realized that one of these days, I’d have to do the same with hers. What would I talk about? What did we have in common? Kristen could just be herself, a charming and lovely person, and people would love her. But what about a Huckleberry Hound sort of person like me? Would Kristen’s parents blow me off as a gold-digger after her money?
I knew what I loved about Kristen, and her money wasn’t it. With my stash of lucky tickets, I could have anything I wanted. I didn’t need her money. I was just being very careful with the tickets at present, as I saw that they could do a lot of harm if I didn’t think things through.
After about a half hour, Kristen said good bye to everybody, and she left.
I watched her wiggle her ass as she walked down my sidewalk toward her Camaro.
God, I love that girl!
I felt a tug at my back right thigh. I looked and saw my step-sister Merry. "You’re different, Jim."
"Yeah," I said. "I guess I grew up recently. Do you approve, Shortcake?"
Merry thought a moment and said, "Yeah."
I smiled at the young girl. "Well, maybe I grew up because I’m living with you. You’re adorable, and some day, a guy will be lucky to be able to hear you say that you love him."
It took a few seconds for my words to sink in. "I wish I was a few years older, Jim. I’d love to be your girl. But I can’t compete with Kristen."
"Oh, Merry. Don’t compete with her. Be yourself." I looked at her expectant eyes and added, "I wasn’t kidding about you having a bunch of guys loving you."
Merry smiled, "You’re really sweet. I love Kristen, you know. Patty, too!"
I was at a loss trying to figure out how to explain my relationship with Patty and Kristen, so I just smiled at my sweet step-sister.
And as I went into my room, it occurred to me that my words of advice for Merry were probably apropos for me as well.
Chapter 13
I woke up feeling my dick being sucked. There wasn’t any hands moving up and down, so I knew without opening my eyes that it was Kristen. It one of Kristen’s pleasant suckles, not one of her deep throat jobs.
I lay there, enjoying it. This would become a staple of Kristen’s and my relationship — Kristen sucking me contentedly, and me relaxing and enjoying it.
After about twenty minutes, I was still half erect. I hadn’t had an orgasm; Kristen had a way of just lazily sucking on me, enjoying the taste of my prick, that didn’t lead to orgasm, but relaxed me. I had visions of the two of us, reading books, while Kristen sucked me like that. I didn’t figure out the logistics, obviously, since it occurs to me that there was no way for Kristen to be reading a book while she had my dick in her mouth. But there weren’t any school books to be read right now.
"Hiya, good looking," I said to my lovely blonde Goddess.
"Ummmm, hmmmm," Kristen replied.
"Did I tell you I love you recently?"
The suction on my penis halted. "You are wonderful, Jim."
"You know I won’t come that way," I told Kristen.
"I don’t need you to come. I get a lot of satisfaction just seeing you smile. Did you know that you smile when I suck you… even when you’re asleep?"
"Oh," I said, smirking. "You suck me because you want to see me smile, huh? Not because you like the taste?"
"I like the taste. I admit it. But I like the taste of your sperm even better," Kristen explained. "Still, I’m intentionally not making you come. It means more to me when you do it because you are excited."
"You could easily make me more excited," I pointed out.