The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After we returned from the junior high where we performed the final performance of Music Man, Mr. Proilet invited me to a late afternoon at Vaughn’s.

“Jim, I’m quite amazed at the amount you were able to accomplish for the musical,” my music teacher told me.

I brushed off the compliment. “This isn’t my first performance at the school. However, I now know what the other students went through to put on Guys and Dolls and Annie Get Your Gun.”

Mr. Proilet shook his head. “You don’t understand, Jim. Nobody has bit off as much as you did for the musical. This year has been more of a cakewalk for me than it was in any year past.”

“Huh? I saw you working with Seventy Six Trombones and its final reprise, and that took a lot of hard work.”

“And while I was doing that, you were doing Lida Rose, Wells Fargo Wagon, Till There Was You, Marian the Librarian, the square dance number, and most of the others! The bit of side business that you added for the train number was classic.”

I laughed. “Actually, the Rock Island bits were added by Roy...”

“You suggested Roy, who nobody actually considered, as he was a sophomore just as you, and he worked wonderfully! In addition, every one of the numbers you were responsible for were nearly showstoppers, not just the ones that were supposed to be showstoppers,” Mr. Proilet interrupted. ”Trouble got an ovation, but just about anybody could make that song get one—it was written as an ovation piece. You made the Lida Rose/Will I Ever Tell You duet an ovation piece! Almost all of the parts you put your effort into were showstoppers, Jim.”

I shook my head.

“Jim, you couldn’t have put your own personal mark on this play any more if you managed to stick Hooked on a Feeling into it, somewhere. In fact, I was waiting to hear the barbershop sing that on their offstage walk instead of Good Night Ladies!”

I laughed. Roy actually suggested that—jokingly, of course—at one point.

“Jim, you have more talent as a sixteen year old than I see in professional conductors of major symphonies. I don’t think Lenny Bernstein will be looking over his shoulder at you—at least, not until you graduate—but he’s a fucking minority!”

I never heard my music teacher use profanity before. He was really impassioned.

“Have you thought of Julliard?” Mr. Proilet asked, seriously.

I shook my head. “Kristen has her heart set on Harvard, and she’s going to wait two years for me to be there with her. New York and Boston are five hours away by car, but on a college student’s schedule...”

“How about Berklee? That’s in Boston.”

I heard of that school. A bit different than Julliard, but almost as prestigious. I hadn’t really considered actually attending college. I thought I’d find a job somewhere in Cambridge as a trumpet or piano player...

Mr. Proilet saw the uncertainty in my eyes. “Jim, you have a magical gift. When I first saw you in seventh grade, I thought, ‘another damned prima-donna.’ Thurd said that you were exceptional, but he says that a lot. This was one time when he delivered. If anything, he understated your ability!”

Mr. Thurd was my music teacher in Junior High. I remember Mr. Proilet didn’t take me seriously the first year I did the musical, but by the time the show went to performance, the relationship between Mr. Proilet and I completely changed. We were no longer adversarial, and he kept pushing me to try more and more things. I was singled out as a soloist as well, which didn’t make me very popular with the older students.

“Mr. Proilet, I mean no offense, but I’m quite aware that there are two ways to spell the word ‘musician,’” I said. “The most common way is B-R-O-K-E. Maybe if Kris and I get married, money won’t be a problem. If that happens, I’ll be able to play just for the fun of it. I don’t want to...”

Mr. Proilet wouldn’t hear it. “If you have money, you’re ahead of the game. You need to consider this: Bernstein isn’t hurting for money, neither is Fiedler. You have the potential to dwarf either one. You might not do the Pops every year, or you might not get the opportunity to rewrite Romeo and Juliet as a musical, but you’ll do your own thing. I know it, Jim.”

“I still have a couple of years in school,” I said. “I’ll continue to work at what I’m doing. I think it’s fun, and while it continues to be fun, I’ll continue doing it.”

Mr. Proilet sighed. “You give me a couple of years, and don’t slack off. I’ll get you a scholarship so that Kristen doesn’t need to be an issue. Marry her—she’s your muse and just the two of you together spurs you on to astronomical heights. I’ve seen you grow this year more than you have in any other previous year, and this year, whenever you did something wonderful, Kristen was right there. However, even if anything happens with the two of you, I can probably get you a scholarship to Julliard, Berklee, or anywhere else that has a realistic music program.”

I never saw Mr. Proilet so animated. It was embarrassing. I don’t consider myself to be as good as any of the people the Mr. Proilet was saying, but I figured he was just trying to hammer the point home.

“I’ll make you this promise, Mr. Proilet.”

“Jean.” He pronounced it the French way, like “John.”

“Jean?”

“My first name. You are more than my equal. Call me Jean. If you wish to call me Mister in class, feel free. Between us, we’re friends. Soon I’ll be calling you Mister.”

“If you say so,” I said, feeling strange. “I’ll make you this promise, Jean: When music becomes work, I will stop working. Until then, I’ll continue working hard at it. All right?”

My music teacher furrowed his brow trying to make sense of what I said. Finally, he smiled. “The day that music becomes work to you, we’ll have a real American Pie... it will definitely be the day the music dies.”

I laughed at the reference. It was difficult to consider this man that I’ve called Mr. Proilet as ‘Jean,’ but I’d try to remember. As long as music continued to be fun, it would be what I liked to do. Doing it with Mr. Proilet was always fun.

Mr. Proilet paid the tab and he drove me back to the High School. Kristen was waiting by her Camaro.

“Sorry for stealing Jim for so long, Kristen,” Mr. Proilet said.

“That’s all right. I just got out from doing some planning with some friends a few minutes ago.”

In the car, and back at the apartment, Kristen and I talked about what Mr. Proilet said. I told her my big fear: a school such as Julliard might be so focused on turning me into their idea of a musician that I might never become my own idea of a musician.

“Why didn’t you tell that to your teacher?” Kristen asked.

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “My idea of a musician is difficult to imagine, Kristen. If you’re with me, then it’s easy.”

“I’ll be with you, Jim.”

I looked at the seriousness in Kristen’s eyes. “I know you will. Would you really like to live a musician’s life?”

Kristen shrugged. “I’d be a musician’s wife. It’s not the same.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You misunderstood me. Would you like to live a musician’s life?”

“Me? A musician?” Kristen laughed.

She saw the serious look in my eyes. “Yes, you.”

“Why?”

“I’ve seen you play. I’ve seen you help Amy. You get almost as much joy out of music as I do, and you put less than a tenth of the effort that I do.”

“Me?” Kristen was completely taken by surprise.

“You become a musician—a millionaire musician,” I said, smiling. “I’ll become one as well. Together, we can redefine music together.”

“The two of us?” Kristen said.

From the look that Kristen gave me, it occurred to me that she never even considered this option.

I found one of my best male friends in the hallway the next day. “Roy? I need help with a female singer.”

Roy looked at me strangely. “The musical is over, the concert is over. Are you thinking of putting words to Pomp and Circumstance?”

I laughed at the suggestion, and tried to merge the words ”Hooked on a Feeling“ to the processional to Pomp. The two of us laughed at that. “Actually, I have somebody with a wonderful voice, but it has never been trained.”

“How old? Fourteen?”

“Not Merry, and she’s fifteen,” I smiled. “Eighteen.”

“Kristen?”

I nodded. Roy and I seemed to communicate a lot with few words.

Roy thought a few moments. “Eighteen is old.”

“Not impossible, though,” I said.

“Didn’t say that. What’s her range? Alto?”

“Don’t classify her. Let her find her own range.”

Roy nodded. “She plays keyboards surprisingly well. You starting a group?”

I laughed. “Maybe eventually. How long before we could get something... interesting?”

Roy shrugged. “Have you told her your plans?”

“Not exactly.”

It was Roy’s turn to laugh. “After you get out of the hospital, Jim!”

I was sitting in the music room. It was the Monday before the Senior Weekend. Thursday evening would be the Prom. For the rest of the weekend, Kristen made her own plans that involved us as well as Camille, Patty and Toby, Wendy and Gerry, Roy and Jill, Jackie and a guy named Steve, Lynette, Tiny and June. Tiny and June were a surprising last minute addition, and Lynette and Camille were both going stag.

Mr. Proilet was in his “father” mood.

“Jim, you can turn a bunch of musically challenged students into the equivalent of a Broadway production.”

“You’ve told me that.”

“You cannot turn Kristen into the female Jim Crittenhouse in a matter of weeks!”

“I’ve got a couple of years...” I started.

Mr. Proilet let out an audible sigh. “Kristen is talented. Have you talked to her about singing?”

“No,” I admitted. “I wanted to sound it out with Roy and...”

“That’s not the way you do it, Jim, and you know it,” my teacher told me. “You’re not her Svengali!”

“Her what?” I asked.

“Look it up at the library. Ask your friend Camille. You’re trying to turn her into Pygmalion... look that up, too.”

“What are you saying?”

“Why do you do all you do with music?” Mr. Proilet asked.

“Because I love it.”

“Exactly!”

“Exactly what?” I asked, confused.

“If you force music on Kristen, it will turn her off. What happens when somebody tries to force you to play a stringed instrument?”

I remembered a particularly obnoxious music teacher in elementary school that thought that I should be a violin virtuoso.

Suddenly, I understood my teacher’s worries. “Am I doing that?”

“Sadly, yes,” Mr. Proilet said. “If you force her, she’ll resent it. You’ll be driving a wedge between the two of you.”

I sighed. “How do I do it, then?”

“Slowly, and let her choose her own pace. She’s not you, so don’t use yourself as a benchmark. Treat her the same way as you treated that actor that played Harold Hill in the musical. Work with her, but don’t push her. Keep it fun, and let her be herself.”

My teacher gave me more advice that day, but I realized that I learned the important bits.

At the senior prom, I danced to a lot of the songs with Kristen. As I listened to the group that was performing, I was assessing their talents, spotting their weaknesses, and thinking how slight changes could transform them from a band that did proms to a band that could get the bigger venues.

June Rodgers and Tiny Jonas found the two of us on the dance floor, and June asked if we could switch partners.

I smiled. “Sure.”

I then took Tiny by the arms and started to dance with him, which had the effect of reducing Kristen and June into convulsions of laughter, among other people.

We quickly switched so that I was with June, and Tiny was with Kristen.

June was a lovely cheerleader, and she was about three or four inches smaller than Kristen. She had a cute face, and she was very light on her feet. Dancing with June made me feel that I was a much better dancer than I really was.

I looked at Kristen and Tiny. They were dancing close together. June saw where my attention was, and moved closer to me and we slow danced together as well.

After that song, it seemed that I was on a list as a partner for each and every cheerleader present at the prom. One after another, they took over, one dance at a time.

When Lynette Robbins took her turn, I asked, “How come I’m the focus of attention from the cheerleaders?”

Lynette looked at me as if I was kidding her. “You don’t know?”

“No,” I answered, seriously.

“The cheerleaders never had as good a friend as you, Jim.”

Lynette said this so seriously that I was speechless. Despite the fact the song the band was playing was a fast number, she pulled her body close to mine, and I could feel the warmth of her body through my clothes.

After the end of the song, Camille started toward us, but Lynette shot her a look, and continued dancing the next song with me.

The next song was a slower number, and Lynette was still slow dancing with me. Lynette moved her lips toward my ears and whispered, “You are the most wonderful guy in school. You refuse to take advantage of girls when given the opportunity. You also alerted Cammy about the best cheerleader we’ve had. You had a lot to do with getting rid of that asshole Tim Hawking.”

I shrugged. I knew that Lynette didn’t know the entire story about Tim Hawking.

“You hang out with Cammy, but you don’t really ogle the cheerleaders. In fact, you’re the opposite of a cheerleader groupie; you are a real friend. We owe you a lot, and we seniors will be saddened to know that we won’t be around with you the next couple of years.”

“Cammy said you and she have a thing for Kristen,” I said, trying to change the subject.

Instead of looking shocked, Lynette simply nodded. “Cammy and I swing both ways.”

I remembered my conversation with Will Swift last Thanksgiving, and adapted one of his favorite sayings. “That means you have the capacity to love twice as many people as I can.”

Lynette actually stopped dancing and stared at me. She didn’t see me laughing at her. After a few moments, she started dancing with me again. “You know, if I said that to any other guy, they’d try to tell me how much they understand while trying to get me to agree to a threesome with Cammy. You didn’t do that. You really are amazing.”

I didn’t mention that I have had many opportunities to have a threesome with Cammy, but never took any.

“I know a guy who also ‘swings both ways,’ as you put it,” I said. “He’s a really nice person. If you were trying to shock me, it didn’t work.”

“You are very unusual,” Lynette said.

She then stopped dancing and gave me a long kiss in the middle of the dance floor. Her tongue was insistent and our action was noticed by many people, including Kristen, who mostly looked amused.

“I’m looking forward to this weekend,” Lynette said after finally breaking the kiss.

“So am I,” I said, smiling.

We were in one of a set of limos that Kristen hired leaving the senior prom.

I felt a little out of place. Of all the people in our group, Roy and I were the youngest by at least a year. Of course, being the boyfriend of the hostess for the rest of the weekend gave me certain benefits of being the “host.”

Surprisingly, none of the guys treated me as a kid. They seemed quite interested in what I had to say, and spoke with me about the kind of songs they liked (after all, popular music was considered my specialty, and one people could identify with).

I think I earned my own badges over the past year. After all, I was known as “Oogie” to just about everybody in my school. Since the name referred to the song I dedicated to the most wonderful girl in the world, I found that I had little problem with it.

Of course, my real friends called me Jim. The big exception was Kristen, who called me “Oogie” just about any time the feeling hit her. Did I have a problem with that? Are you fucking kidding?

Actually, the people who were part of Kristen’s birthday party started referring to me as “Oogie Woogie,” the name that Camille came up with before Kristen’s birthday party. I thought of “Oogie Woogie” as a persona, and not as myself; that showman who had no embarrassment when he stood at a microphone and sang a very personal love song to the Goddess of his dreams in front of strangers and even her parents. The guy who could get his lover’s mother to sing a song in public after having left the field for almost twenty years.

When Tiny wasn’t with June, he was near me. I think other people bothered him. He was known as an athlete, but due to his skin color and other biases, he really never was part of the “in crowd.” He felt more comfortable with the musical crowd, which readily accepted him once we found out he was talented, and that crowd seemed to have no concept of skin color or stupid stereotypes... at least, that described most of the people who were part of my jazz band.

Tiny seemed to think that he owed me a debt of gratitude. I thought this was strange, since Tiny was the savior of nearly every pretty girl in the school: Tim Hawking had all the makings of a serial rapist with the scary benefit of owning Lucky Tickets.

I didn’t know how to handle Tiny, except as an equal. He was nearly my equal on my favorite instrument, the trumpet. I would even go so far as to say that he was better at coming up with improvisational solos. If I looked at him that way, I could easily treat him as an equal. The fact that June got along with nearly everybody also helped out.

We were going to a vacation villa on Lake Michigan that had ten bedrooms, an equal number of bathrooms, lots of living space, and a boathouse on a tributary that easily led to the lake. The boathouse contained a cabin cruiser and two outboard power boats.

When we arrived, the owner of the property showed us all around, and gave everybody a half hour lesson on boating safety. During the summer, there was a roped in swimming area that was accessible from the property, but the owner pointed out that the temperature of the lake water was in the forties, so lake swimming was probably not a good idea. Luckily, there was a large heated pool that was currently in an enclosure that would be perfect for the anticipated weather.

At the lake, the owner pointed out the buoys that identified the deep waters necessary for reaching the Great Lake. We were also warned to stay out of the lake during bad weather; it may be a lake, but it was a Great Lake and its size made it dangerous when the weather turned.

Although the owner knew that we were all on a senior weekend, Kristen apparently dealt with him previously as was made clear when he always called her by her first name. She paid a hefty security deposit for the long weekend we were going to be there. Even in the event of emergency, the owner could be reached and at the property within minutes.

At one time or another during the school year, I partied with nearly everybody except June, and nobody seemed to be heavy drinkers. Even so, there were a couple of cases of Budweiser when we unpacked. By my reckoning, there would be a bit more than three cans of beer for every person in our group—a number I thought was a bit high, but Kristen assured me that amount could be managed.

Being one of the youngest people at the property, I had the least knowledge of what to expect on a “senior weekend.”

Kristen and I got the master bedroom, and the others picked rooms that were convenient. People quickly changed into bathing suits and about a half hour after the owner left, we started to head down to the swimming pool.

Outside the boathouse were a few canoes and a couple of row boats, and some couples made plans to use the boats in the future. Kristen suggested that every couple that uses a boat let Camille or her know so that there was an accounting for all the equipment and people.

I swam for about an hour and then moved out of the pool, resting on one of the lounge chairs outside in the fresh air. Tiny and June took out a row boat, and I could see him rowing the two of them out toward the lake. I watched as he dipped the paddles expertly into the water.

Kristen asked if I wanted to take one of the boats into the lake, and I declined. I was a bit water-logged and wanted get back to the villa. It was a warm day, about seventy degrees, but the air still felt a bit chilly after leaving the warm pool. Camille seemed to feel the same way, and the two of us went back into the villa.

“This is a great change of pace,” I said to Camille once we were back in the house.

“In what way?”

“I’ve been doing music, music, music since the year began. Don’t get me wrong... I love it! This is just a change of pace. I don’t have to write anything. I don’t have to help somebody who is having problems... I don’t even have a fucking piano nearby. You know?”

“How did you get so old?” Camille asked.

“Huh?” I asked.

“You sound like a teacher, not a student,” Camille said. “We’re supposed to be having the time of our lives. We’re in high school. Maybe we sweat a bit with homework and tests, but this is supposed to be the time of our lives.”

“That’s not how things are happening with me,” I observed.

“You have a lot of responsibilities. Your jazz band, the musical, tutoring Tiny and Toby. And you are in fucking tenth grade!”

“Yeah,” I said. Actually, I didn’t have any complaints, but not having any particular responsibilities relieved a burden that I hadn’t even realized that I was carrying until now. “Wait until next year. Everybody will expect me to top this year.”

“That’s a quick way to an early grave, Jim,” Camille said. “My dad was like that. Work, work, work. A heart attack on the job, and he’s gone. Poof! Just like that.”

“I don’t think...”

“I’m not saying that you’re heart attack material, Jim,” Camille said, softly. “I’m just saying that you don’t need to save the world. The one thing I didn’t mention before was that on top of all those other responsibilities, you have to deal with those tickets and assholes like Tim Hawking.”

I shrugged.

Camille kissed me warmly. “You’re a knight in shining armor, Jim.”

I didn’t feel like a fucking knight, but with Camille kissing me, I didn’t feel like complaining.

After we kissed, I decided to have a talk that I was waiting to have with Camille for a while.

“Have you written to your Valentine?” I asked.

“You mean, Will?”

“Yeah.”

I saw that Camille’s eyes were unfocused as she thought about Kristen’s brother. It was obvious that she still had it bad for him.

“What’s the attraction?” I asked.

Camille looked at me sharply. “What do you mean?”

“Cammy,” I said, soothingly. “I love Will. He loves Kristen and he seems to love me as well. I have nothing against him. However, the moment the two of you laid eyes on one another, it was as if Kristen and I were just a minor inconvenience.”

“I feel... something... when I see him. I still feel it when I think about him.”

“What is it?”

Camille looked at me, wondering if she could trust me. She must have realized that she already entrusted quite a lot in me already. “I... can’t say, but I see something in his eyes. It’s mystical.”

This sounded like what Will told me. I didn’t laugh at her. Instead, I said, “He says I have a strange aura.”

“He doesn’t recognize yours, although he saw it in Debbie, and he now sees it a little bit in Kristen and me.”

“Debbie? Your sister?”

“Yeah,” Camille said. “Will met my sister, saw her aura, and ran away. He sees it around me, but differently.”

“This sounds so...”

“I know, Jim,” Camille said. “If you don’t see it, it’s difficult to understand it. Will actually sees it. What he describes is strange, but you have to admit that there is no explanation for your Lucky Tickets either, but they do exist. I’ve learned to accept some weird things. I can tell that Will is serious when he tells me about his auras, and I believe him. He has no reason to lie to me.”

“I sort of feel that way as well,” I admitted. “Will first told me about his auras when we were touring MIT. I felt it was a bit ironic, but I could tell he was serious.”

“Jim, when you see auras around people, you don’t always tell people about it. Will trusts you quite a lot to tell you. I think he’s only told Kristen, you, and me about them.”

“I know, but you didn’t answer my question. What’s the attraction between you and Will?”

“All right,” Camille said. “Will is bisexual. So am I.”

“And...” I said, prodding Camille.

“Jim, you sleep with me a few times a week, right?”

“Yes...”

“And you love Kristen, wholly and totally.”

Of course, I thought. “Uh, huh...”

“And I love her as well.”

“I’ll accept that.”

Camille raised her eyebrows. “Interesting way to put it, Jim.”

“Cammy, I have no way to know what’s going on in your mind. You say you are in love with Kristen, and you act that way. I’ll accept that.”

“You don’t go any further?” Camille asked.

“Will told me that as a bisexual, he loves everybody. It sounds wonderful, the way he puts it. At the same time, however, it sounds lonely. He’ll love anybody, which is not the same thing. He doesn’t discriminate, which may be considered something positive, but what if you don’t discriminate between a good person... such as Albert Schweitzer, and a bad person... such as Adolph Hitler?”

Camille considered my remarks. It was a measure of how much she valued my opinions, even when she disagreed with them.

“You point out an interesting trap, Jim.”

“I talked with Will for a while last Thanksgiving.”

Camille said, “What I was thinking is that Will fits a part of me that nobody else does. It’s a part of me that he fits perfectly. At the same time, Kristen fits a different part of me. I could be with both and there would be no overlap.”

“And how is that different when you are with Kristen and me?”

“You and Kristen fit, and Kristen and I fit,” Camille said. “It’s almost the same thing, but with her.”

“The way that you describe it, Camille, is that no two people can possibly love one another a hundred percent.”

“Huh?”

“You fit Kristen, I fit Kristen. That’s a hundred percent between three people. Will fits you, Kristen fits you. Another hundred percent between three people.”

“Yeah?” Camille looked confused.

“Up until you came into our bed, Camille, I would have sworn that Kristen fits me, one hundred percent. I thought I fit her the same way.”

“What changed?”

“Love isn’t either/or, Camille. I can love Kristen one hundred percent, and still love you. You and I don’t actively make love with each other in bed, but that’s because we both don’t know Kristen’s feelings on the matter. What if Kristen asked you to fuck me?”

“She won’t!” Camille said.

“You can predict Kristen like that? Congratulations, Cammy. I’ve yet to be that sure of her myself. She seems to have a terrible jealous streak in her, but at the same time, she already gave you and Patty permission when she came back from Austria last winter. Remember?”

Camille didn’t answer, but obviously remembered Kristen’s conversation with Patty and her.

I continued. “I don’t think there’s another guy that will love her like me, even her brother. She knows that. She accepts you because there’s no competition between us. However, that day when you told me about the tickets on Lake Shore Point, Kristen was angry and thought I might be thinking of you romantically.”

Camille looked shocked. “What?”

“It didn’t take much for me to reassure Kristen, but her jealousy is still there. Do you remember that terrible fight that Kristen and I had last autumn?”

“The one that Sherry helped you guys through?”

“Yeah,” I said. “This is private, because it’s between Kristen and me, but I thought you might want to know. Kristen sort of insinuated that she wanted me to sleep with somebody else... make love to another girl. I didn’t want to—the only girl for me was and is Kristen. There was more to that argument but that’s really personal. Anyway, she can be jealous on the one hand, and want me to have sex with another girl at the same time!”

There was silence as Camille thought about what I just said.

“Anyway,” I continued, “you love her differently. I can’t read your mind, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you loved her a hundred percent. I also love Kristen one hundred percent. You don’t add them together, Camille.”

Camille shook her head. “That can’t be. Anything I can do with Kristen, you can also do, physically.”

“Bullshit, Cammy! For a genius, you are sometimes obtuse. You connect with her emotionally. You, Cammy, rule your life by emotions: don’t tell me any different! You are almost like Patty that way!”

Camille didn’t have any answer for that.

“What if you had children, Cammy?”

“Huh?” Camille looked at me strangely.

“What if you had children? What if you gave birth to a girl and a boy?”

Camille looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Pretend you’re married and you have two or three children.”

Camille decided to play along. “All right.”

“You give birth to your first child. You love it, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You love it wholly and totally, because it’s your child.”

“Right... Oh! I get it!” Camille said. “When my second child is born, I’ll love it just as much. I don’t love the first any less. Then the third one, and so on...”

I smiled. “You see, love isn’t something you add.”

After a couple minutes of silence, Camille said, “So, when did you get so fucking old?”

My worries about the beer turned out to be partially founded. Tiny, a person who didn’t drink, was a wonderful device that kept belligerent behavior from happening. He managed to keep an obviously inebriated Steve, the date who was with Camille’s cousin, from driving one of the outboards. Instead, he offered to act as the pilot as he and June drove Jackie and Steve, who decided that it was much nicer to neck in the front of the boat without having to worry about piloting the boat. They all came back happy after an hour.

Friday at noon, Lynette got everybody together and announced the first “Twelve Party.” I was informed that this was a tradition that she learned last year when she was at the Senior Prom—her boyfriend was a senior then. At noon and at midnight, there would be a Twelve Party. Lynette asked each of the people at the party to write down who they wanted to the first party’s victim. I didn’t have any idea what to expect, so I wrote Camille’s name on my ballot.

Lynnette collected all the ballots. She read each one out loud. I got very nervous when I heard my name announced twice, but before the end of the ballots were read, it was obvious that Camille was going to have the majority of votes.

“Where is the first Twelve Party taking place?” Camille asked. She apparently knew about this tradition, and didn’t seem to mind being the victim. Nobody else seemed to have a clue about the parties that Lynette announced, although from Kristen’s smile, I think she was briefed in advance.

Lynette shrugged. “The lake would be perfect, but it’s too cold. Get into the middle of the deep end of the swimming pool, under the diving board.”

Camille simply nodded and we all headed for the pool. Neither Lynette nor Camille told anybody what was going to happen, so I was quite curious. At the pool, Camille simply dove in and moved to where Lynette directed. There were a bunch of beach balls and other floating toys that Lynette had inflated earlier that she now threw into the water near the deep end.

Lynette entered from the shallow end of the pool, and swam to Camille. The two girls kissed, and the beach balls hid at least some of the activity between the two girls, but it was obvious to everybody that Lynette was freely groping Camille.

All of us watched the two girls making out for about a minute. Although most of the action underneath was hidden, it became obvious when Lynette swam away toward the ladder that she now had possession of Camille’s bathing suit!

“OK, folks! Camille is in the water for an hour. Everybody is expected to kiss her during this period, and there are no limits on the touching that you can do. Remember, however, that touching her gives her permission to touch back! Now... everybody get into the pool!”

I looked at Kristen, who shrugged. She got into the water, and was the first person to swim up to Camille. The two girls kissed passionately, giving everybody a display that only I was privy to over the past couple of months. As with Lynette, a lot of the action was hidden underwater, though.

Kristen broke their kiss and turned to me and waved. I, much the same most of the others, was still staring at Kristen’s and Camille’s wild kiss. “Get in here, Oogie!”

I jumped into the pool, careful to avoid the floating balls, and I swam over to Camille. The three of us pulled together into a three way hug. When I grabbed Kristen, I was surprised when I noticed her bikini bottoms were lowered.

Kristen reached into my bathing suit, and stroked my erection, which was already hard.

I rubbed Camille’s breasts and reached down to her pussy. A couple of weeks earlier, Kristen had dared Camille to shave between her legs, and their sexual play afterward was so intense that Camille kept herself shaved. I also enjoyed Camille’s shaved snatch; it was a marked difference from when I rubbed Kristen.

I heard somebody swimming close by and saw Patty swimming over with Toby, so I pulled Kristen away after pulling up her bottoms to allow them access to Camille.

Over the next hour, every couple went over to Camille at one point or another, while others played catch with the beach balls. More than a couple of the balls found their way out of the pool, but by that time, everybody knew that Camille was naked. All of the women kissed Camille briefly, the exceptions being Kristen, Lynette, and Patty, all of whom gave her longer and more personal kisses. The males, of course, were a bit less hesitant than their partners.

Jackie seemed to be the most hesitant to kiss her cousin. I wondered if it was because Camille was family, since I heard that Jackie was a bit wilder than the way she was acting during this trip.

Most interesting of all was when June and Tiny kissed Camille. I was close by, sharing a hug with Kristen and I saw Camille close her eyes when she kissed Tiny, but her eyes shot open wide a few moments afterward. She broke at the kiss and stared at Tiny for a few moments, and then at June. June laughed, and Tiny was smiling. Camille laughed herself and kissed Tiny again, and then June.

I wondered what that was about.

After the hour was up, Lynette swam over for a kiss before handing Camille her bathing suit back. I watched Camille get dressed, and she kissed Lynette once again when she was dressed. Again, their kiss was extremely passionate.

Camille broke the kiss and swam to the ladder.

In her hands was Lynette’s bathing suit!

Everybody laughed at Lynette stranded in the middle of the pool.

Lynette simply shrugged, and came up the ladder herself, apparently not worried about her nudity. She found the table where Camille threw her bathing suit and casually put it on in front of everybody.

Apparently, the Twelve Party had its intended effect. People seemed much looser after that, and the couples were more open with their kissing and cuddling of their partners, although they rarely involved outsiders at this point.

Camille found me and said, “You might want to get ready for midnight.”

“Huh?”

“Lynette, Patty, Toby, Kristen, and I are voting for you tonight.”

I shrugged. “Do the guys have to kiss me?” I asked.

“Only if you insist. Most guys shy away from that sort of thing.”

“I’d be uncomfortable, although I’m not sure why,” I said. “The girls don’t seem to mind kissing one another.”

“You’re just a guy,” Camille said. “You’re not Superman.” She got a faraway look in her eyes. “Tiny might be Superman, though.”

“What was that all about with them before?” I asked.

“I was surprised when I reached for Tiny’s bathing suit. I had heard that he was big, but I found that he was huge and he wasn’t even erect!”

I laughed. “It must be enormous if it impressed the Great Camille!”

Camille laughed at that. “I would vote Tiny for tonight, but he really seems shy about that. I don’t think he’d handle it well.”

“Do you think I will?” I asked doubtfully.

“You’ve played with other girls when you were with Kristen. I know you’ve done Patty and me,” Camille said. “A few other girls rubbing you isn’t going to bother you, nor will Kristen get too possessive. You were right before, she does seem comfortable around you. She’s even comfortable with me sharing the bed with the two of you. Maybe she might not like actual sex with you and one of the other girls, but as you pointed out, she gave Patty and me permission.”

“Within reason, I think,” I added, not wanting Camille to get the wrong idea. I looked at the pool and saw that there were light fixtures underneath the water. Camille noticed what I was looking at, and said, “Tonight’s in the hot tub, Jim. There’s also a new rule for the midnight party that you’ll probably enjoy.”

“Oh?” I asked.

Camille would tell me no more.

For dinner, we ate hamburgers and hot dogs.

Kristen and I went for a moonlight cruise in one of the canoes. We found that it’s not particularly safe to fool around in a canoe. During one quickly aborted attempt, we realized that a canoe was very prone to capsizing and decided to wait until we got back from our ride.

Kristen and I ended up in the master bedroom for a quick sixty-nine at ten. “I don’t want all those other girls getting your best,” Kristen said. She knew that I was going to be the “victim” at midnight.

Later on, we all were in the room that housed the hot tub for the second Twelve Party. Lynette took the ballots, and I wasn’t too surprised that I was selected as victim, but I hadn’t expected that it would be unanimous! I voted for myself because I hadn’t wanted to upset Camille’s plan, but I hadn’t known that everybody else was in on it as well.

Lynette told Kristen to lead me into the hot tub.

Kristen took my hand and we started toward the tub.

“Wait,” Lynette said. “I forgot. There’s a special rule for this party.”

“What is it?” I asked, remembering that Camille warned me about this.

“No bikinis allowed in the hot tub. Only guys can wear bathing suits—except the midnight victim, of course.”

I heard a couple of gasps at Lynette’s new rule.

“Let’s make it more fun,” Lynette said, grinning and taking off her bikini as she was talking, “No bikinis at all in this room!”

Kristen was already undressing, and I saw more than one guy checking out her marvelous charms. When she was finished, Kristen took me by the hand and the two of us entered the hot tub.

As soon as we entered the tub, Kristen untied my bathing suit and helped me take it off. She threw it to Camille, who was naked by this time.

Camille and Lynette were completely naked and looking at the rest of the party. “No bikinis, girls!” Lynette repeated. “And the price of entry into the hot tub is a kiss from Jim. You’ll have to wait until Kristen is finished with him... one at a time!”

The couples seemed shocked. The guys were bug-eyed, looking at the ravishing bodies of Lynette and Camille, who seemed to have no inhibitions at all with being nude with over a dozen people in the room. Camille glared at her cousin, who started to fumble with her bathing suit.

“Guys, why don’t you help your dates?” Lynette suggested.

All of the boys thought that this was a wonderful idea, and after a minute, there wasn’t a dressed female in the room.

I didn’t exactly witness this, since Kristen was sitting directly on my cock. She was actually fucking me in the hot tub! Her arms were around my neck. After our kiss, Kristen moved toward my ear and whispered, “If you kiss anybody other than Camille this way, I will have your nuts in a jar on my dresser.”

I was shocked by the way Kristen talked, and it took me a moment to understand that she made an exception with Camille.

Kristen wanted me to fuck Camille?

I looked shocked at Kristen, who smiled. “Camille’s got it bad for you, honey. The two of us I have talked quite a lot, and I promised to allow her full access to you, as long as she doesn’t steal you from me. I explained to Camille exactly what I’d do to each of her breasts, her pussy, and her ass if that happens. I think she’d rather fuck all the horses on the Budweiser team than get me pissed. Anyway, I told her before that if she doesn’t do it at this party, my deal is off, so you should expect it to happen. I don’t want you to refuse her because you think I’d be upset.”

Kristen was moving up and down on my cock as she said that. If I hadn’t come in her mouth just a couple of hours before, I might have shot into her at that moment. My girlfriend was making a gift of one of my closest friends!

Kristen kissed me briefly again. “Maybe Patty, too, but not during this trip. I don’t think Toby would understand.”

Again, my jaw dropped, but Kristen disengaged herself from me and swam away. Kristen was actually going to let me fuck other girls? This sounded totally unlike the jealous and protective Goddess I knew.

June was the next one to get into the hot tub to get her price of admission. She came over to me quickly and kissed me full on the lips.

June’s skin was chocolate-brown in color, and the center of her breasts were quite dark—dark chocolate, perhaps—making her nipples look like Hershey’s kisses with light pink tips. I only saw her pubic hair briefly, but it was dark and curly.

June opened her mouth and stuck her tongue on my lips, making me open and accept it. She tasted sweet, and her body was warm and inviting.

“I’m sorry I didn’t kiss you properly at Sherry’s initiation,” I whispered to her.

“You won’t believe how unusual you were at that initiation,” June said, giggling.

I considered June to be very conservative, since she never attended parties. However, her actions with me in the hot tub belied her reputation. She hugged me tightly as she pushed her breasts into my body and continued kissing me for a lot longer than was necessary for the “price of admission.” Nervously, I glanced at Tiny, who didn’t seem to have a problem with this—he was actually smiling!

After we broke the kiss, June whispered to me. “I need to talk with you later.”

“No problem, June,” I said. “I owe you a lot for letting me know that Tiny was a great trumpet player.”

June smiled at me. She touched my erection, and it jumped in her hand. “Hmm,” she moaned, but luckily she didn’t handle me too much. I was a bit too shy to actually touch her like that, knowing that Tiny was a friend, so I didn’t reciprocate except to kiss her once again.

After a few moments, June swam away to let the next girl get her turn.

The next girl was Jill, one of the senior cheerleaders that Camille and I hooked up with Roy for the prom. “Thanks for introducing me to Roy,” Jill whispered before she kissed me. Her kiss wasn’t too long, and she seemed nervous. I made sure that I didn’t spook her, and didn’t push my luck with her—Roy was a very good friend of mine, and I would hate to make him an enemy. After our kiss, Jill whispered in my ear. “What are everybody whispering to you?”

“They are saying, ‘I’m just whispering to you to keep Jill guessing!’”

Jill laughed and swam away.

Jackie was next, and she was followed by Wendy, whom I hadn’t seen nude since our outings in Kneely Park. Wendy’s kiss was longer than Jackie and Jill’s, and she also pressed her enormous breasts into my body. “It’s been a long time, Jim,” Wendy whispered. “I’m going to UCLA and I’ll be leaving for California in a few weeks, so this is going to be a farewell.”

“It has been wonderful knowing you. Is Gerry going to California as well?”

Wendy shook her head. “He’s going to be a rock musician. I know what that kind of lifestyle entails. We’re still going to be friends, but I think I need more stability in my life.”

“I plan on being a musician as well,” I pointed out.

“You are going to marry Kristen. Money won’t be as much of an issue for the two of you. You can play as a hobby and...”

“No, Wendy,” I said, gently. “Music will never be just a hobby to me.”

Wendy looked me in the eyes and then said, “I’m sorry. You’re right. It will still be nice to have Kristen’s money...”

I shook my head. “I’d cut my heart out before I leech Kristen’s inheritance for my music. I intend to make beautiful music with Kristen. If she wants to purchase a house, that’s fine. But my living expenses will be the money that Kristen and I earn as musicians.”

Wendy nodded again. “You know, you could very well do it.”

“My feelings aren’t hurt, Wendy,” I said. “A lot of people think that I see money bags when I see Kristen. I don’t. I see the most beautiful woman who ever walked the planet—no offense to you, Wendy—and a person who loves me as much as I love her, the most understanding woman that I’ve met. She’s also the person who will make coming home worthwhile to me.”

“A poet, too,” Wendy sighed.

Somebody behind Wendy cleared their throat. Wendy remembered the “admission line” that now had Patty at the front. “Sorry, Patty,” Wendy said with a laugh as she moved away.

It was Patty’s turn. She stepped into the hot tub and moved over to me and kissed me. Her mouth was open, and our tongues played together. Our bodies were pressed tightly together. I knew every inch of her body from memory, from the top of her red hair, to the toenails that always had bright red nail polish on them.

Patty’s kiss was the longest so far, apart from Kristen’s. It lasted so long, in fact, that Lynette said, “Hey, you two... get a room!”

The two of us started laughing and could no longer maintain the kiss. “It’s been a long time, Jim,” Patty said. “I missed you.”

I remembered one of my favorite images of Patty, her red hair splayed out on my lap as she was sucking me. It was an erotic memory that could get me hard every time that I thought about it. “I missed you, too.”

“I’ll come back for more, later,” Patty promised as she swam away.

Lynette, the head cheerleader, took the next turn. She gave me a wild kiss with her right hand stroking the erection that Patty’s kiss and my mental image had generated. I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander, and stroked between her legs. It didn’t take long for my fingers to change Lynette’s breathing until I was afraid that she might have an orgasm in front of everybody.

“You are one talented sixteen year old,” Lynette breathed after she broke the kiss. “I can see why you have nearly every cheerleader ready to jump into your bed at the slightest nod from you.”

“You’re exaggerating,” I said, laughing.

“No, I’m not,” Lynette. “I’m one of them. I’ve asked Kristen...”

“Huh?” I asked.

“If she and you would be amenable to a four-way with Camille and me...”

I stared at Lynette. I knew she was wild, but what she was suggesting was quite amazing. I mean, how would you work the logistics?

Lynette said, “I know that Cammy told you that I’ve had a thing for Kristen for years. I’d be willing to do anything for a chance to do her. You know my reputation, Jim. I mean anything.”

“You’ve asked Kristen?” I said. I knew that both Lynette and Kristen had a relationship with Camille, but I didn’t know how public they made that knowledge. I thought that perhaps Kristen might be as comfortable with bisexuality as her brother was, but I didn’t want to be the one that announced that to the world.

Lynette nodded. “I was quite specific in my request.”

“Then whatever Kristen says is my answer,” I said. I was young, but I really didn’t think I would have the stamina to live up to what this weekend was shaping up to become.

Camille followed Lynette, and she must have realized Kristen’s ultimatum, because without even asking me, she impaled herself on my erection that Patty started and that Lynette maintained.

A couple of the girls were surprised by Camille’s forwardness, and they looked at Kristen to see if she would do anything about this. Kristen smiled at us, however.

“Here’s my kiss,” Camille said, quite loudly. She opened her mouth before kissing me, making her intentions quite obvious.

During the kiss, I discovered that Camille and I were the center of everybody’s attention. I finally broke away from Camille’s kiss.

“If you’re trying to make a point, Cammy, I think you’ve succeeded,” I whispered to her.

“Lynette told me she talked to Kristen, and Kristen also told me that if I don’t fuck you as soon as I get into the hot tub, I’d never have another opportunity. With my reputation, I have nothing to lose. I think you’re gaining a reputation as well.”

I laughed. Camille’s pussy felt entirely different on me than Kristen’s. Camille seemed to continuously change the grip that her pussy muscles had on my shaft in a quite wonderful way.

With all the pent-up need from kissing all the females in the hot tub, I was starting to get close. I think that Camille felt my rod thicken within her and she pushed herself off me and then dove under the water, surprising me.

Kristen moved over to me and kissed me when I felt Camille’s lips on my dick. Her hand expertly jacked me off into her mouth, and I shot my load into her.

When I was spent, I heard Camille come up from underneath the water, and she pulled Kristen away from me. She gave Kristen a deep kiss, and I knew that she was sharing my seed with my Goddess.

With the exception of Lynette and Patty, everybody looked as though they were in shock. Camille just fucked the host of the party as the hostess looked on, and now she was engaged in one very hot kiss with the hostess herself. I think only Patty knew what was being shared between the two friends, and she gave me a secret smile.

After the two girls broke the kiss, it was as if they broke the ice for the entire party. June came back over for her repeat performance, as she requested, as did every girl with the weird exception of Jackie.

During one of my visits from June, she whispered to me. “I just talked with Kristen. Archy and I would like to spend some private time with the two of you. Kristen said it was all right with her if you didn’t object. Archy has always had a thing for blondes, but Camille and Lynette are a bit wild for his tastes. Also, if he plays with Kristen, then I’ll have somebody as well: you. I never laughed my head off so much as when I heard your sister sing that silly song at the concert.”

“I’m glad I amuse you, June,” I said. “Are you sure? I’m not sure that Kristen will agree with us going all the way...”

“I’m a virgin, Jim,” June whispered. “I plan to remain one until Archy takes me on my wedding night. Archy and I are going to be each other’s first. I wasn’t asking for us to, you know...”

“Oh, I misunderstood.”

“No problem, and I’m flattered,” June smiled. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure, anything,” I promised.

“Archy thinks it was his idea. I sort of put the idea into his head.”

I giggled. “You know, I don’t have much of a reputation.”

“Neither do I,” June admitted.

“You’re beautiful, June.”

“You’re cute, too.”

“I’ll tell you what, June. Since Kris said yes, I’ll spend time with you. All right?”

June squirmed next to me, pressing her warm brown breasts into my body. “I’ll make sure you won’t regret it, Oogie!”

Before the end of the party, Lynette got out of the hot tub and made another announcement. “There’s one more rule for this special Twelve Party,” she said. “Our victim must receive a kiss from everybody without exception. Anybody that doesn’t kiss Jim will be excluded from participating in any of the remaining Twelve Parties. If you are considering that you don’t want to participate, then I will promise you that the next one will be even wilder than this one, and you’ll be very, very sorry!”

The looks of shock on all the guys in the tub were priceless. I guess I might have looked shocked as well. The girls all giggled, and goaded their boyfriends to go ahead.

The first boy to come over to me, surprisingly enough, was Tiny. He came over, careful to avoid my nude body, and kissed me on the cheek.

Tiny broke the floodgates. He was huge, and there was no way that anybody would ever call him homosexual—if they wanted to live, that is. Every other guy took their turn with me, none of them taking any longer than was absolutely necessary.

Lynette grinned in satisfaction. “All right, girls. We have a special present for the guy that gave the best performance with the kissing. I’ll go by applause, and people cannot vote for their dates. Who here votes to say that Jim gave the best kisses?”

Lynette, an able leader of the cheerleaders, managed to steer the vote quite handily. All the cheerleaders voted for me, as did Patty and Kristen, much to my surprise.

Lynette handed a piece of paper to Kristen. “Kristen, please tell our lucky winner what he his prize is for winning the Best Kiss award for the midnight Twelve Party!”

Kristen giggled as she read Lynette’s note. “Jim, you are the proud winner of a night of ecstasy with Lynette and Camille. Your girlfriend is also invited!”

Just about everybody gasped at my award.

I wondered when Lynette was going to claim her date with Kristen, and found that she had made it very public.

This was going to be one memorable weekend!