"But I have used the tickets that way," I said.
Kristen thought. "No. You cannot completely override another ticket, at least, you can never absolutely undo the effects of a ticket. All you can do is minimize the effects, but you cannot remove them completely. That means that although I’m no longer strung out like a junkie, I still have a bit of an addiction; and that won’t change. I probably will have that addiction for the rest of my life, although it may wear out over time. Whether that will be in a year or fifty years, I don’t know."
This revelation was shocking to me. I had never intended for Kristen’s addiction to be permanent, even when I thought that I had hated her.
I also realized that there was a serious consequence now. Kristen told me that the effect was permanent. That means, she’d always have to have her "fix." I didn’t know how long she’d be able to do without it. This was definitely something I had never intended.
Patty said, quietly, "That’s quite serious, Kris."
Kristen nodded. "I never really knew this until now."
I didn’t know what to say. "How about my wish to be able to orgasm without requiring my dick or sperm in your mouth?"
Kristen thought, and then paled slightly. "I will be able to achieve orgasm, but not easily, and not as strongly as I would if I’m sucking you."
Was that bad? Of course it was! That meant that if Kristen and I were to break up, there would be nobody on earth that could give Kristen an orgasm like me. That, along with her addiction, would make her forever bound to me. Right now, it didn’t matter. But what if…
"There’s more," Kristen added, interrupting my train of thought. "If you get a vasectomy, you won’t be emitting any sperm. You may want to consider that before having anything done to yourself. You probably should have made me addicted to your semen instead."
Shit. "Sperm? Semen? What’s the difference?"
Kristen just stared at me. Patty said, quietly, "Sperm are those cells that are responsible for reproduction. But when a guy orgasms, there’s additional fluid for lubrication and such. That’s semen."
I didn’t realize that. Shit. "Sorry, Kristen. I didn’t know. But I promise not to get a vasectomy, if that makes you feel better." Actually, the thought of a doctor going near my penis with a knife wasn’t something I would seriously consider.
Patty said, "Wow. Those tickets require a lot of responsibility."
"Yeah," I nodded.
Patty looked at her friend and said, "I promised Jim a blow job every day. I’m willing to allow you to take my place, seeing how you have an addiction still."
Kristen said, "Thank you, but it doesn’t seem that bad. At least, I don’t think it’s that bad."
Patty shrugged. "So, which one of us does the honors?"
I said, "Don’t I get a choice?" I had really hoped for a repeat of the sixty-nine session.
"No!" the two girls chorused, giggling.
"I’ll play you a hand of gin for it!" Kristen grinned.
"No," Patty giggled. "I’ve seen you play cards."
"Hmmm. I have an idea…" Kristen moved over to me and kissed me.
I hugged her to me, and I said afterward, "I love you, Kristen. I’m sorry about…"
"Shush," Kristen said, kissing me again.
I felt hands and lips on my cock. Since Kristen was kissing me, it had to be Patty. It had been a few days since I had the pleasure of Patty, not that I had any complaints of having had Kristen’s oral skills exclusively.
Kristen continued to kiss me while Patty continued blowing me. The combination of sensations on my lips and my dick led me toward orgasm after about five minutes.
Patty lifted her head up, right at the worst possible time for me. She pulled Kristen down, and Kristen looked at my dick, and then shook her head, offering it back to Patty.
Patty looked confused, but she resumed her sucking, and I came pretty quickly, my fuse having been shortened considerably.
"Thank you, Patty," Kristen said, smiling at the red head. "But I have a favor to ask."
"Yes?" Patty asked.
Kristen said, "I want to find out the extent of this addiction. Jim, I’ll continue to date you, but I don’t want your dick or semen. Please? If I see you naked, I might not be able to help myself. Patty, would you be able to help me out?"
"You mean, suck Jim for you?" Patty asked.
"Yes," Kristen said. "I know you like doing it almost as much as I do. I still love Jim, but I need to know just how addicted I am to him."
Patty giggled. "Do you know how perverted this sounds? My best friend is asking me to blow her boy friend?"
Kristen giggled a bit, but her face turned serious. "I mean it. I know you enjoy doing Jim, and I’m not jealous of you. We’re friends."
Patty looked at Kristen, and then at me. "All right," she said, blushing.
"I’ll make it up to you!" Kristen said to Patty, as she helped her friend get dressed.
"How?" Patty asked.
"I’ll show you when we get to my house."
Was Kristen hinting at something? "Hey! Am I invited?" I asked.
Kristen shook her head. "No boys. Especially you. You might get too worked up, and I can’t have that happening in front of me."
Kristen WAS planning on doing something with Patty. And I wasn’t invited!
As the two girls left, I found myself feeling the very thing that Kristen said she didn’t feel about Patty: Jealousy.
I didn’t see Kristen the rest of the day. Patty came over in the evening, and told me her mother was still visiting her aunt. Kristen had given Patty permission to stay over my house tonight, but Patty declined, deciding on a quick session tonight, to be repeated the next morning.
Patty didn’t tell me what she and Kristen did that day, only mentioning that the two girls had talked. She told me that if Kristen wanted me to know, then I should talk with Kristen. "Please don’t put me in between the two of you," Patty pleaded with me.
I didn’t know whether to be pissed at Kristen for excluding me from her session with Patty, if that’s what she had indeed done, but Patty started sucking on my cock, which made it difficult to stay mad at her. In fact, her sucking soon drove most feelings of jealousy out of me.
It didn’t take too long before I blasted into Patty’s willing mouth.
After she was done, Patty got dressed and said, "I’m not as good as Kristen, am I?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing that Patty was heading into dangerous territory.
"You love the way she sucks you. Better than the way I do."
"Patty, I’m in love with Kristen. You’re the one that pointed that out to me, remember? Wouldn’t that have anything to do with my enjoyment? Your technique is different, but I love it."
Patty wasn’t convinced. "Give me a ticket. Make me love the taste of your sperm… your semen. And your cock. Just like Kristen!"
"Patty!" I said. "You of all people should know how problematic such a thing could be. And I won’t be able to ever cancel it! What will happen when you get a boy friend? Oh, I like sucking you, but I have to have the taste of Jim’s cock! I can see a boy really appreciating that."
Patty thought for a moment. "Then, when I get a boy friend, give me another ticket and make me like his cock and semen even better."
I shook my head. "And do this again and again as you start dating more and more boys?"
Patty looked down. "I guess. That won’t work…"
I had an idea. "What if I give a time limit — say, for the next week? Kristen may not last that long. And then, since it will expire, you’re not stuck with any bad side effects when the time is up."
Patty nodded. "That would work. And then, after the week is over, I can decide how I feel about it. That’s a great idea!"