"Maybe a quick one?" I suggested.
Kristen didn’t need a second invitation. She literally dove between my legs, and swallowed my penis whole, using vigorous up and down motions and sucking like a vacuum cleaner. I had my fingers between her legs, and found her clit was quite engorged from her play in the hot tub. I fondled it softly, getting vibratory moans from Kristen in return.
It didn’t take long before I spurted into her mouth, and she kept her mouth clamped on my cock to soften her moans as her own orgasm enveloped her.
Her orgasm lasted a bit longer than mine, having been built up over the last fifteen minutes or so. "Thanks," Kristen said when she finally let my cock go. "I needed that."
"I’ll get a ticket and cure you of this problem," I said.
"No need to hurry now. I still have some of your semen in my mouth in case I want to use the hot tub again."
"Do you do that often?" I asked.
"Masturbate with the jets?"
"Yeah."
"I used to. Up until I met you."
"Oh," I said. I realized then that I had taken one of Kristen’s "hobbies" away from her. I felt terrible.
"Don’t worry," Kristen said, softly. "I prefer the real thing, actually."
"You mean…"
"Sucking you. Swallowing your dick. Licking it. And when you fondle me, it’s much better than me doing it myself."
"I think I understand," I said. "Let’s get back. I bet most of those girls know what we’re doing."
"Oh… Jim?"
"Yes," I said, my hand on the door ready to walk out.
"Camille told me that she canceled the cock sucking contest due to Merry being here," Kristen giggled.
"Oh? I didn’t know she had one planned."
"It was supposed to be a surprise."
"Well, nobody can possibly do it better than you, Kristen. I mean, the look of ecstasy in your eyes by itself shows me that you take it seriously."
"Not even Patty?"
"Not even close. And it’s not her technique. It’s because I love you."
Kristen sighed, "I love it when you say that. You’re really sweet. Let’s get going."
We swam for a bit, and Kristen found an opportunity or two to give my member a quick suck every now and then without making it too obvious. It was quite apparent to me that Kristen was almost obsessive about my cock.
At a little after noon, Kristen showed me how to fire up the grill, and I had hamburgers and hot dogs cooking over the fire. The gas grill worked better than I had expected; it was much superior to my uncle’s electric one.
"Who wants cheeseburgers?" I called out.
Merry, Wendy, and Kristen all called out.
"How about you, Patrice? Hamburger? Hot dog?"
"Hamburger, please."
"Camille?"
Camille looked directly at my dick, which was covered by a towel, and said, "Hot dog."
"All right," I said, ignoring Camille’s obvious intention. She had been trying to get to me for quite a while now. I remembered that Camille had given me one of the finest hand jobs I had ever received that first night at Kneely Park, and she had offered her body to me directly on more than one occasion.
I didn’t really mind Camille, but I hoped that she wasn’t trying to get me as a boy friend. I was already committed to Kristen, and despite Camille being a friend, I had no intention of giving up my blonde Goddess. I knew that Camille thought of sex simply as a recreational activity, and I wanted something a bit more personal for at least my first time.
The girls were sitting at a round picnic table, talking. Merry was pointing to Wendy’s enormous knockers, asking if they were uncomfortable. I didn’t hear Wendy’s answer. I was glad that my wish that Merry just had fun today was working. I thought over my exact wording of the wish that I had made to her earlier, and couldn’t find any problems with it.
Being with a group of girls for the last week or so had made me privy to the kinds of things girls talk about. They seemed to think of me as one of them, although they did sometimes ask me questions about how boys think about certain situations.
It also simply amazed me that being around five totally nude girls (Merry had removed her bottoms while in the hot tub) didn’t make me as excited as I had fantasized about only weeks before. Actually, the only nude body of the five that could make me totally erect was Kristen’s. This also struck me as interesting.
Did I have a future with Kristen? I really wanted to, but reality was that she was going to Princeton or Harvard or some other Ivy League school on the east coast, and I still would have two more years of high school. She’d meet guys that were a better fit for her, having similar backgrounds and lots of money. How could I compete with that?
I knew that I could easily tilt the odds in my favor with my lucky tickets, but I cared too much about Kristen to want to destroy the life she was meant to have for my own selfish reasons.
Patty, Wendy, Camille… even Patrice would be gone in a year. They’d have their own lives to lead, and maybe they would remember me fondly, or maybe they’d simply forget about the fifteen year old that had inserted himself into their lives.
I found myself getting depressed thinking these thoughts, and I, of course, knew the source of my problem: My lucky tickets had once again come back to haunt me again with Kristen… she couldn’t orgasm without my semen in her mouth.
Now, that order was simply a power trip on my part. My intention was to demean Kristen so that she’d have to blow a fifteen year old before she could pleasure herself. Had I really hated Kristen that much?
I think I was really trying to impress the girls… Patty, mostly. I wanted them to see how mature I was, how powerful I was. I wanted them to swoon when they saw me.
Instead, I had almost ruined the life of the one person that eventually made life worth living for me! Talk about strange twists of fate.
Kristen had gotten up from the table and asked, "Are the burgers almost done?"
"Yeah," I said dejectedly, Kristen’s mere presence reminding me about how terrible a person I was.
"What’s wrong, lover?"
"What’s wrong? What the fuck is right? Once again, I fucked up with the tickets!"
Kristen looked at me, and didn’t say a word. She simply kissed me. Tears once again came to my eyes. I had been crying a lot lately. If that’s what those fucking tickets do to people, maybe I should just throw them away or even burn them!
I broke the kiss, and put the burgers into the buns that I had preheated before. I also put the two hot dogs on the platter next to the burgers.
"Kris? Where’s the nearest bathroom?"
"Between the two changing rooms on this side. It’s connected to both."
"I need to go," I said, turning off the gas.
I went into the changing room, and found the door to the bathroom. I locked the door, and sat on the toilet and cried.
When I finally left the changing room, I dove immediately into the pool. I had forgotten that I was at the shallow end, and barely missed hitting my head on the bottom of the pool.
It was my hope that the water would wash the remnants of my tears away. I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of the girls, especially my step-sister.
I climbed out of the pool and toweled off, finding a place at the table.
"Have a good swim?" Kristen asked.
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound more cheerful.
I grabbed a cheeseburger and scooped some coleslaw and potato salad that Kristen had delivered from her kitchen. The girls started talking again, and I just kept quiet.
Patty arrived a bit later, and there was still some burgers and a hot dog left. Her presence lifted my spirits a bit. Patty was one person that I hadn’t really hurt with my tickets, at least not yet. I felt glad that she was around, despite feeling sorry for her about her aunt.