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Immediately, my mother noticed something out of the ordinary. “Where’s Kristen?” she asked.

It struck me that Kristen and I had developed a schedule of the two of us having dinner at her house once a week, and at my house once a week, on weekdays. Other weekdays, we’d eat at our respective homes alone. On Friday and Saturday nights, Kristen and I would usually go out for dinner (mostly Vaughn’s with Kristen paying), and then spend the night at her house together.

Today was supposed to be the night that Kristen ate at my house.

“Camille dropped me off,” I said. “Kristen was upset about somebody at school, and she went home with Patty.”

“Did you two have a fight?” my mother asked. “I don’t mean to pry...”

“No, mom. It’s nothing like that.”

“So, is she coming over?” my mother repeated.

“Let me call her.”

I went into my father’s study and picked up the phone. I was confused, and really hoped that Kristen wasn’t still angry with Sherry.

Edgar picked up the phone on the second ring. When he heard my voice, he didn’t wait for me to introduce myself, but simply said that he would put Kristen on the line.

About half a minute later, I heard a click as Kristen picked up the phone.

“Jim?”

There was another click as Edgar disconnected his extension.

“Yeah, Kris. I was wondering how you were feeling.”

“I’m much better now. Patty is here with me, and she’ll probably spend the night.”

“My mom wanted to know if you’re coming over for dinner tonight.”

There was a pause and then I heard Kristen curse. “Shit! I forgot all about that.”

“OK. I’ll let my mom...”

“Wait, Jim. Can you hold a second?”

“Sure.”

I waited as I heard muffled voices over the phone. Apparently, Kristen had her palm covering the handset.

“What’s your mother making for supper?” Kristen asked as she came back on.

“Why?” I asked, smiling. “Have a better offer from somebody else?”

“Please, Jim!” Kristen pleaded.

It was easy to tell what Mom was making. You could smell it all through the house. “Spaghetti and meat balls,” I answered.

“Think there would be enough for Patty, too?”

My mom usually made enough for leftovers for a few nights. “That shouldn’t be a problem, but let me ask my mom.”

“Sure thing.”

I put the handset down, and bounded into the kitchen. “Mom, Kristen wanted to know if Patty could have dinner here, too.”

“We’ll have to get the leaf out for the dining room table,” Mom answered.

“No problem. I’ll have Merry help me with that, and we’ll put on the big tablecloth.”

My mother continued to be amazed at the transformation that I had undergone in just a month or so. “That’s thoughtful of you, Jim.”

“I’ll let Kristen know.”

I ran back into the study, and found that my step-sister had picked up the phone and was talking to Kristen.

“Hey, Shortcake! I was using that!”

“Don’t worry. Your Goddess is still on the other end.”

Goddess? When did Merry ever hear me refer to Kristen that way?

Merry laughed when she saw my reaction, and handed me the phone.

Kristen was still on the line. I told her that it was all right if Patty came, too.

“We’ll be there at five thirty,” Kristen said.

“Thank you, Goddess!” I emphasized the last word as I hung up the phone. At the same time, I tried to burn a gaze at my cute and adorable step-sister, the Mata Hari in training.

Merry blushed at that, and started to leave. “Wait, Merry.”

“What?”

“We’ll need to put the leaf in the dining room table. Could you please help me?”

“Sure.”

We went into the closet where the extra leaves were for the dining room table. We selected one, and the two of us quickly inserted it into the table. We put a plastic tablecloth onto the table, making sure the ends were all even, since my mother was a stickler for details like that, especially with company.

“Jim?” Merry asked.

“What?”

“If Kristen is your Goddess, does that make you God?”

I sighed and answered with an old joke. “No. God’s name is Harold.”

“Harold?”

“Yeah. You know: Our father, who art in heaven. Harold be thy name...”

My step-sister looked at me as if I had two heads, but then broke out in giggles.

Good, I thought. I now have her vulnerable. I decided to spring the trap. “And where did you hear the name ‘Goddess,’ anyway?”

Merry blushed again, but didn’t answer.

I realized that I was going to have to watch out for that little spy.

Both Patty and Kristen had eaten at my house before, but never had they done so together. They arrived together at 5:30 exactly.

It only took me a second for me to see that Kristen was back in good spirits. She was smiling as I opened the door, and I welcomed her with a big kiss. Not wishing to have Patty feel left out, I gave her a small kiss as well.

I have described Kristen Swift as my “little blonde Goddess.” I believe the first time I ever used that expression was when I was describing her to Patty. Kristen was gorgeous in a classical sense. She had a round face, similar to the images you see of Cupid, except her cheeks weren’t as pudgy. She had long, straight, blonde hair that I just loved running my fingers through. She was about five feet, seven inches tall, and had a cute body with medium sized breasts. She exercised regularly, and her legs showed firm muscle definition, almost like a dancer’s legs.

Patty Nadal was Kristen’s and my best friend. She was a red haired senior and was one of the nicest people that I knew. I mentioned earlier that she had marvelous insights into other people. She was also a very caring individual, although she seemed to be moody occasionally.

When I first became friends with Patty, just a month or so before, she confided in me that she had suffered a traumatic rape in tenth grade that had once caused a lot of damage to her self-image. In a way that I still don’t completely understand, I helped her come to terms with those memories, and she was even starting to consider dating again.

I invited the two girls into the house, and Kristen noticed Merry immediately, smiled, then kissed her.

“We’re having noodles and sauce,” Merry announced.

“Jim told me,” Kristen replied.

“Hi, Merry,” Patty said, approaching my sister.

“Hi, Patty! Are you here for dinner, too?”

“Yeah. Your mom invited the two of us over tonight.”

Since Patty had Merry’s attention, I pulled Kristen with me, and we both went upstairs to my room.

Once my door closed, I asked Kristen the question that was worrying me all day. “How are you feeling?”

“I was boiling mad at Dale for her conniving manipulation of her cousin, and for trying to put you in a compromising position.”

I nodded, remembering how angry Kristen got when she heard Dale’s plan.

“Patty suggested that I let it go,” Kristen explained. “She pointed out that Dale can make it look like I’m harassing her if I do anything to her. And that would not be good. I’m still mad at Sherry, but Patty says that she really isn’t to blame for being duped like that.”

“Patty’s usually right about such things.”

Kristen nodded. “Time for a quickie?” she asked, looking at my groin.

I shook my head. “No, Kristen. With you, it will never be a ‘quickie.’ I want to make sweet and tender love with you, and never have to worry about time.”

Kristen swooned a bit, and fell into my arms. “I have the sweetest friends—and a most romantic charmer!”

“It’s difficult not to be a charmer with one so sweet as you, Kris.”

That earned me a long and tender kiss from my blonde Goddess.

After we broke off the kiss, I sat her down on my bed. “Kristen, I was talking with Cammy earlier today.”

Kristen nodded. “I know. Patty saw her in the lunchroom and asked her to talk to you.”

I brought Kristen up to date with what I had said to Sherry, and Camille’s suggestion for her to be on the cheerleading squad.

“Camille must have been joking,” Kristen said.

“Camille jokes a lot,” I admitted, “but I’ve never heard her joke about cheerleading. She takes that quite seriously.”

Kristen was thoughtful for a moment and said, “We might want to discuss this with Patty.”

“Good idea,” I agreed.

The two of us kissed again, then made our entrance downstairs.

Dinner was delicious, and both Kristen and Patty insisted on helping me clean the dishes. My mother had long since stopped complaining about guests, even Kristen, helping with chores. After dinner, Patty and Kristen went upstairs with me “to listen to some music,” as I explained to my parents.

My mother had no doubts about what Kristen and I did upstairs together, and she knew that I once had a sexual relationship with Patty. She probably wasn’t exactly sure what the three of us would do together, though—and she probably didn’t really want to know.

At one time, my Mom thought that I was dealing dope, which would explain why pretty twelfth graders were suddenly showing an interest in me, but she hadn’t mentioned anything to me about that in the last week or so. Even so, from time to time, I would notice that things in my room would move, subtly, as if my mother was looking for my non-existent stash. I didn’t have a problem with that, as she was just being a mother and being careful. I had nothing in my room that I needed to hide from my mother—not even Playboy magazines!

Once we got upstairs, Kristen sat Patty and me on my bed, and told me to explain to Patty what I had said about Sherry and Camille. She then knelt between my legs, unzipped my pants, and took out my penis. She then casually started to suck me in front of Patty.

I shrugged at Patty, who understood Kristen’s addiction. She saw Kristen do this before. Despite Kristen’s distraction, I explained to Patty as best I could about my trying to become friends with Sherry, and about Camille’s suggestion concerning cheerleader tryouts.

“Cammy has a good point,” Patty said. “Lynette and Camille have been on a crusade to make the cheerleaders more than just a popularity contest. This year, they have a killer squad. Too bad Cammy and Lynette are seniors. I don’t know who will take up the mantle next year.”

“So, what do you think of our ideas?” I asked Patty.

“Well, Jim,” Patty said slowly. “You can’t play with Sherry’s emotions. If she has an infatuation with you, then Cammy might be correct that if Sherry finds another interest, like cheerleading, she might forget about you, but I really don’t think it will be that simple. You must remember, however, that she might still resent you for ignoring her, and she probably sees Kristen as her competition.”

I winced. I hadn’t told either girl about Sherry’s outburst right after they had left.

“She does hate Kristen,” I said, softly.

Kristen moved off my dick with an audible pop. “Huh?”

“She thinks you hurt her cousin. And she told me that I’m in love with you only because of your money.”

“I thought she would think something like that,” said Patty. “You see, Kristen, you are the bad person in her mind. You stole Jim away from her, even if you had no idea how she felt.”

Kristen looked longingly at my erect phallus, and then back to Patty. “I was right about hating her, then.”

Patty shook her head. “No. Don’t take it personally. Sherry’s reacting to you partly because of her cousin, and partly because of her feelings for Jim.”

Kristen sighed. “Perhaps. So I now have two people to watch out for?”

“Maybe,” Patty said.

Patty looked thoughtful, and nobody said anything for a few minutes.

Kristen saw that my rod was still hard, and resumed her pleasant sucking. Patty watched Kristen’s slow, languorous movements, and said, wistfully, “Now I know how she feels about that.”

Kristen ignored Patty’s remark. She was still a bit angry that I gave Patty a sample of Kristen’s addiction, but having made the mistake with Kristen, I only made Patty’s addiction for a short time period.

“Do you still want me to give you, like, a key word?” I asked Patty, referring to a suggestion that Patty had once given to me about giving her a way to turn such an addition on or off at will.

“Well, Jim... I don’t know,” Patty admitted. “You were probably right to turn me down when I asked. There’s a part of me that really liked feeling that, but I’m afraid if I do it again, the taste will be a big let down. That’s the scary part. I don’t want the let down.”

Kristen gave no sign of hearing Patty and me as her mouth started going faster up and down my cock. Her oral technique didn’t require the use of her hands, except for support on my thighs. Kristen simply moved her head up and down, using her lips and throat to stimulate my organ. Occasionally, she would take me deep, her lips almost touching my pubic hair. She would also vary her suction in a way that really got my balls churning.

With Kristen, sucking cock was an act of love. She didn’t really think about what she was doing, but instead did whatever seemed right at the time, and she’d invariably be correct. She’d react to my responses, alternately going for a quick release or a long, slow, leisurely suck, depending on her mood. She probably had the ability to keep me erect without bringing me to orgasm for hours if she wanted to do so, although I was very happy that she had never tested such an ability on me.

This time Kristen was going for a quick release, although not too quick. I felt my insides turn to jelly as my hips thrust up at her, my release imminent.

Kristen stopped her sucking, pulling her mouth off my penis and moving her head away from my body. The chain reaction she started continued, although I was feeling a bit frustrated as she took me quite close to the edge without actually bringing me to the point of release.

The next thing I knew, Kristen moved a couple of fingers lightly down the shaft of my cock, and the reaction started up again energetically. In less than a second, I was shooting spurt after spurt of my semen into the air. Kristen simply smiled at me, not putting her mouth on my cock, allowing my lap to become a sticky and gooey mess.

Before I could say anything, Kristen returned her mouth to my cock, and started to lick up my seed, using her fingers to push the various droplets onto her tongue.

I looked at Patty, who seemed transfixed by Kristen’s wanton display. Patty saw me look at her, and she said, quietly, “I haven’t seen the two of you doing that since my aunt passed away.”

“We missed you, Patty,” I said.

It took Kristen about five minutes to clean up the mess that the two of us made. Satisfied with a job well done, she put my dick back in my pants and pulled up my slacks. She saw me looking at Patty, and went over to Patty and kissed her. I knew that Kristen still had some of my semen in her mouth, and the two girls kissed for about thirty seconds. I could see from their faces that they were exchanging tongues together.

It wasn’t the first time in my life that I wondered how it would be to have a threesome with Patty. It was a wicked idea, but truth be told, the only vagina that I wanted to sink my dick into belonged to a Goddess with the long and sexy blonde hair.

I was next in line for Kristen’s kiss, and we shared a tender kiss together. I tasted my sperm in her mouth—it wasn’t the first time, and I was getting quite used to it by now.

Patty and I kissed afterward. Again, I could faintly taste my semen in Patty’s mouth as well, confirming my observations.

Suddenly, I had an idea. “Kristen, why don’t you become friends with her?”

“Patty?” Kristen asked. “We’re already friends.”

“No... Sherry.”

“I don’t even know her,” Kristen said. “You said that she hates me.”

“That’s because she doesn’t know you.”

Patty interrupted. “That’s not a good idea. It would be coming unexpectedly, and she’ll be suspicious as hell. Anything that Kristen does now will be suspect in her eyes.”

I knew that my idea had merit, but Patty had a good point. “OK. Then, Sherry will have to make friends with Kristen.”

“How?” the two girls said in unison.

“I’ll give her an incentive,” I suggested. “If she wants to kiss me, it will have to be with Kristen’s blessing.”

“She is not going to kiss you again,” Kristen said firmly.

There was a thoughtful look on Patty’s face. “Jim may have the germ of an idea. I think that Camille may be able to help us.”

“How?”

“First, I’ll need to talk with Cammy,” Patty answered. “I need to see how serious she is about Sherry being a cheerleader.”

Kristen and I looked at one another, a bit confused, but assured by the fact that Patty had a sensible head on her shoulders.

We came downstairs at about eight thirty. The girls thanked my mother for supper, and gave me kisses as they left for Kristen’s house. I watched the two girls drive away in Kristen’s Camaro.

I went back upstairs to do my homework, and went to bed at eleven.

Kristen picked me up the next morning, and I noticed Patty wasn’t with her. “She took her own car,” Kristen explained.

I nodded. We didn’t say much during the drive to school. At the school, I found Patty talking animatedly with Camille. She saw the two of us and the two girls waved at Kristen and me.

I found Sherry in history class at first period. Our roles seemed comically reversed; I was the one searching her out, and she looked a bit apprehensive when she saw me.

There were a few minutes before the first bell, and I gave Sherry my warmest smile.

“Cammy and I talked about you after we dropped you off,” I told her.

Sherry nodded, and after a couple of seconds, she asked, “Was she serious about me becoming a cheerleader?”

“Camille kids a lot, but not about cheerleading,” I informed Sherry. “She said that she would prefer a girl that knows gymnastics over what she called the untalented bimbos that she normally sees going out as candidates.”

“I’m intrigued by the thought, but I’m afraid she was just being nice.”

“Cammy is a nice person, but when she said you’d be an ideal candidate, I knew that she meant it.”

“I’ll need to think on it,” Sherry said just as the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

I saw Kristen in the lunchroom at fourth period. I went to our accustomed table and found my blonde Goddess, but Patty wasn’t there. Kristen noticed me looking, and said, “Patty found Camille when she got here. She has third period lunch. Anyway, the two girls left together.”

A few people in my grade passed behind me. “Hey, Oogie!”

“Oogie?” Kristen asked.

I sighed. “He’s in the chorus. I think everybody in the school knows about that session I set up for you the first day. The guys in the chorus started calling me ‘Oogie’ after the ‘Ouga Chaka’ chorus of that song.”

“Oogie. That’s cute!”

“Don’t you start!” I cried, dismayed that even my own girlfriend would sink so low as to call me that.

I looked around the cafeteria for Sherry, but I couldn’t find her. I knew she had this period for lunch.

“Who are you looking for, Oogie?”

I sighed, resigned to the fact that Kristen now had a new pet name for me. At least it was better than that “Jimma” name that Patty had used for a day or two when I first met her and Camille. Patty had only used that name affectionately, and only for a very short period, but even so, I really preferred the name “Jim.”

“I was looking for Sherry. She usually has lunch this period.”

Kristen shrugged. I was glad that Kristen didn’t seem too jealous about Sherry right now.

“I have practice this afternoon,” I told Kristen, reminding her that my little jazz ensemble met after school.

“Patty said that she and Cammy would be sticking around after school as well. I’d like to know what Patty has planned.”

“So you won’t be watching our rehearsal? Amy will miss you.”

Amy was a piano player that had recently joined the jazz band on a recommendation from Mr. Proilet. She was a junior whose family apparently just moved into town during the summer. She was short and had black hair with vaguely Oriental looks. She played the piano flawlessly, although her only experience was with classical music. For her “improv” solos, she simply played chords, a trick that I taught her. I hoped that she’d learn to become more creative before our concert. Mr. Proilet, the music teacher, figured that the more fluid styles used in jazz may be useful for Amy.

Amy and Kristen hit it off immediately. Kristen usually sat next to Amy, careful not to get in the way when she was playing. The two talked together softly and unobtrusively when I was focusing on other musicians during practice.

“I’ll try to sneak in sometime,” Kristen said.

Kristen managed to sneak in about fifteen minutes into the rehearsal. I saw Amy’s eyes light up when she noticed Kristen walking over to her.

One of Amy’s qualities was extreme shyness. She never spoke to me or anybody else—except Kristen—unless she had to answer a direct question, and even then, she spoke as little as possible—just enough to answer the question.

Kristen, on the other hand, seemed to click with Amy. I never asked her the secret in getting through to Amy, and made a mental note to do so in the future.

The band was shaping up nicely, and we had a couple of students working lights and audio electronics. Our concert in a couple of months was destined to be a true work of art.

At the end of rehearsal, I received a couple of other suggestions for songs for the concert, and I turned to the people making the suggestions and asked if they could set up the start of a master score for me. The students weren’t particularly happy about that. I think they expected me to do all the scoring, but if I did that, how would the other students learn, right? I told them that I’d be quite willing to help, either during music class at third period, or maybe occasionally during fourth period or after school. I also mentioned that Mr. Proilet might be able to help.

I finally let the band go, and Kristen ran up to me. “The band is sounding really great, Oogie!”

The nickname earned me some snickers from the band members, who were familiar with that name, but had the good sense not to call me that in public. However, now that Kristen publicly broke the unofficial code of silence, everybody in the band would make it a point to say goodbye to me, as in, “See you around, Oogie.”

“Thanks a lot,” I sighed later to Kristen. “The name ‘Oogie’ will help a lot with discipline.”

“I figured you’d need a challenge, Oogie.”

I sighed, resigned to the fact that this new nickname would probably stick. Why did I have to say anything to Kristen about that name?

Kristen drove me home. Since it was Thursday, the two of us wouldn’t be doing anything together. It didn’t bother me, really. I had Friday and Saturday night to look forward to, with Kristen and me spending real quality time together.

The next weekend had Kristen and me changing our schedule.

Monday was my step-sister Merry’s birthday, and she was going to have a party on Saturday. The weather cooperated; although it was cool, there wasn’t any sign of impending rain.

Merry invited a few girls from her school to a picnic at the park near our house. My parents were chaperons, and Kristen and I volunteered to help as well.

At first, the other girls seemed a bit daunted by Kristen. She was, after all, about three or four years older than most of them, which was an eternity for budding teenagers. Kristen managed to win them over by being her usual lovely self and I found that she had an impressive mind for remembering all the girls’ names (an ability that I to this day have yet to master).

Kristen brought along a couple of dodge balls and some chalk, and the girls drew “four square” courts in the mostly deserted parking lot. Kristen also had a silver coach’s whistle and volunteered to referee the game.

After watching the girls for a few rounds, I picked up the rules to the game. Kristen produced another whistle for me, and four more girls set up another court nearby.

Merry’s father had the job to start the grill and cook hamburgers and hot dogs. After an hour or so, the food was ready. Kristen and I whistled the girls back to the picnic tables, where my mother had potato salad, coleslaw, macaroni salad, Frito’s, and potato chips set out for the girls.

After lunch, the girls went onto the grass with a couple of Frisbees. I watched in amusement as the girls threw the discs in many directions except for where they intended them to go. Watching that reminded me of Marla and Doreen, the two girls that Jack and I met a month back at this same park. I looked wistfully at the willow tree where I had taken liberties with Marla, and once again felt a twinge of guilt at my boorish behavior back then.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Kristen said, noticing my distraction.

“Oh, I was just thinking back. It was only a few weeks ago that Jack and I used to come here and throw the Frisbee back and forth. Now, I hardly see him at all. I see his sister more than I see him nowadays.”

“Jack? Patrice’s brother?” Kristen asked.

“Yeah. We used to be best friends. Still are, I guess.”

“Let me guess,” Kristen said. “The two of you lost touch with each other when you discovered... um... Patty and her friends.”

I nodded, understanding that Kristen was referring to the tickets that I found in a roundabout way. She had been “wished” to not reveal their existence to others, and I think this was a manifestation of it.

“Feeling guilty?” Kristen asked.

I looked at Kristen sharply, wondering if she knew about Marla, but there wasn’t any suspicion on her face.

Kristen, remained silent, a bit unusual for her. After a minute or so, she broke her silence. “What did you want to do for dinner tonight?”

The change of subject was welcome. “My parents are taking Merry to Vaughn’s tonight. They invited us, but I suggested that the two of us might have other plans.”

“Other plans?” asked Kristen, smiling.

“I remember a place you took me called Emilio’s. I thought we’d go there instead.”

“Oh?” Kristen asked, her smile getting bigger. “Think you’ll get lucky again?”

“Any guy that has somebody as wonderful as you must have all the luck in the world already.”

I’m not exactly sure why I said that. It just blurted out.

“You know, Jim. You are the sweetest guy in the whole world.”

My mother was setting up dessert plates for Merry’s birthday cake, and I got up and volunteered to get the cake from the car. While I was there, I found a little wrapped box that I had hidden in the car as well, and pocketed it.

After I got the cake, my mother gave me a lighter and had me set up the candles. The wind was blowing, but it wasn’t too blustery for the birthday cake.

Meanwhile, Kristen was rounding up all the girls for dessert. I lit the candles and then there was a group of girls surrounding the main picnic table.

Everybody sang “Happy Birthday” to Merry, who squealed in delight when she managed to blow out all the candles on her first try, aided a bit by a lucky gust of wind. My mother allowed Merry to cut the first piece of birthday cake, and then took over the chore of cutting all the pieces for everybody.

There was a stack of presents from Merry’s friends, and she started opening them. Kristen had a couple of bags to collect the discarded wrapping paper, and my step-father kept track of the cards that Merry received.

Most of Merry’s presents were girlish things like brushes, hair ties, with a few plush toys thrown in for good measure. Merry and her friends oohed and aahed as she opened each one, and she thanked each of her friends with a quick kiss before going to the next.

I knew that my parents were saving Merry’s presents for Monday, so when Merry was finished with all her gifts, I pulled out my little box from my pocket.

“For me?” asked Merry. “Thank you, Jim!”

“Open it,” I suggested.

Merry tore off the paper and opened the box to find a silver identification bracelet. I had the name “Shortcake” engraved on it. I had rummaged through my room trying to find enough of my own money to make the purchase.

“Jim! It’s wonderful!” Merry cooed, and ran into my arms to give me my kiss.

“As long as you like the name,” I said to my step-sister. “I know you didn’t like it a few months ago, but you don’t seem to mind it any more.”

“Is it from you and Kristen?” Merry asked.

“No, Merry,” Kristen answered for me. “I took Jim to the mall, but he had his own money for this present. You’ll get my present later on.”

Kristen’s announcement impressed even my mother, who beamed at me in a manner that soon had me cringing in embarrassment in front of nearly a dozen of Merry’s friends.

“Thank you, Jim!” Merry said, and kissed me again.

“Nothing but the best for you, kid!”

My step-father suggested that we start eating the cake, and soon everybody had plates of devil’s food cake with chocolate icing in front of him or her. That particular cake was Merry’s favorite, and the girls soon made short work of it.

The girls’ parents were due to arrive about this time, and I suggested that my parents take the girls back to the parking lot while Kristen and I did the clean up. My mother looked at me questioningly, but I nodded and she shook her head. I think she was impressed in seeing how much I had matured over the last month or so.

Kristen and I worked as a well-oiled machine, and it only took us about five minutes to get things cleaned up. We put everything where they were supposed to go: the trash bag, one of the coolers, or stored in my mother’s picnic basket.

Kristen and I were just sitting at the table when my parents came back with Merry and her friend Beth.

“You did a pretty good job of cleaning up,” my mother commented.

“Well, after you did all the work of cooking and setting up the meal, it was the least we could do,” I explained.

My mother looked at me, and then at Kristen. She smiled.

“Thank you—both of you!”

“No problem, Ma.”

“It was a fun party,” Kristen answered.

“We’re taking Beth home with us,” Mom explained. “Her parents will pick her up from our house at four. Are you sure the two of you aren’t interested in going out tonight?”

“We’re sure,” Kristen answered before I could. “We’ll see you tomorrow at the flea market, all right?”

My mother understood that Kristen was insinuating that I’d be spending the night with her. I had never seen my mother confronted with this fact in any public situation, especially with Merry’s friend nearby.

Mom looked at the two of us and slowly smiled. “All right, you two. Thank you for helping out today.”

The two of us helped my parents load the bags and cooler into the car. I lugged all the garbage to one of the trash bins at the end of the parking lot.

As I got back to the car, it was just starting up. Kristen was waving good-bye, so I did the same. In a minute, my parents were gone.

I smiled at my little blonde Goddess. We now had the rest of the day to ourselves.

I walked to Kristen in the deserted parking lot and pulled her into a deep kiss. Kristen’s embrace was warm and inviting.

As we pulled apart, Kristen said, “So, Jim. Tell me about the girl in the willow tree.”

I think my jaw dropped onto the parking lot pavement. “What?”

“Tell me about the girl in the willow tree. I think your friend Jack was involved, wasn’t he?”

“What? How?”

“Uh, huh. Those are two good places to start. What happened, and how? When and why would also be appreciated, too.”

I was too dumbfounded to answer. I was very confused. How did Kristen know?

Kristen waited patiently for a couple of minutes, and realized that I was too confused to answer.

“Jim,” Kristen said, “A couple of weeks ago, I suggested that willow tree would be someplace nice to be alone. You changed the subject quickly. Today, I saw you glancing at the tree, and when I mentioned it, you started babbling something about your friend Jack. You were definitely leaving something out. What would you not tell me, huh? The only thing I could figure was another girl. Therefore, you had a girl inside the branches of that willow tree, and something must have happened or you would have told me. You mentioned Jack, so he was involved as well.”

It was like having Sherlock Holmes’ sister for a girlfriend!

“You’re pretty smart,” I said in awe, very impressed with Kristen’s deductive reasoning.

“And you’re changing the subject,” Kristen said, her eyes blazing at me.

My “little blonde Goddess” was going to find out, one way or another.

I sighed, and then told Kristen the story—the whole story—about Marla and Doreen, when I first found my tickets. I made Marla fall madly in love with me, and I took advantage of her by making her suck me inside the branches of the willow tree. This was the afternoon before I met Patty and her friends at the mall, and it all happened before I knew Kristen.

Kristen listened to my story, not asking any questions until I was finished.

“So, you were a busy little bee when you found those tickets?”

I cast my eyes down to the ground. “Yeah,” I answered, sheepishly.

“First Patrice, then this Marla. Then there was Patty, Camille, and Wendy. And then me?”

“That’s about right,” I answered.

“That isn’t right. You’ve left out somebody.”

“Huh?”

“When you told me the story about Patrice, you already knew about the tickets,” Kristen pointed out. “You found out that it would work on people and that girls would do whatever you said. You never told me how you figured out that they had these magical powers.”

I didn’t answer, but I felt myself getting redder.

“Oh, shit,” Kristen said, looking at me.

“What?” I asked, surprised at Kristen’s reaction.

“You had Merry blow you, too?” Kristen asked.

“No! Never!” I protested.

Kristen looked at me, and then nodded. “That’s right. You said that Patrice was the first one to do that to you. What happened with Merry?”

I sighed. Kristen was a fucking mind reader!

“I gave her a ticket, and she did the ‘You have one wish’ thing. I thought she was playing a game, so I tried to play along. When it appeared that she was serious, I had her undress. I didn’t make her do anything with me. I mean that!”

Kristen looked at me for a long time. “All right.”

I knew that Kristen suspected more happened with Merry, but she relented.

I felt completely humiliated and embarrassed. It was one thing for me to think myself to be a monster when I was alone in my thoughts. It was another thing to have my past behavior brought into open discussion.

Warm lips met mine; I was surprised as Kristen kissed me. This was a warmer kiss than before—one of Kristen’s patented erection specials. She giggled as she felt my reaction, even as she continued to kiss me.

As Kristen and I broke the kiss, Kristen said, “Don’t be too embarrassed, Jim. I know that you are a good person at heart. You were a kid in a candy shop. I already told you my first time was with Will.”

Will was Kristen’s brother, who was living somewhere in New England attending college.

I nodded at Kristen.

“So, I understand.”

“I guess,” I said.

Kristen kissed my cheek lightly, and then said, “We need to stop at Vaughn’s.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I need to set up my birthday gift for your sister.”

“At Vaughn’s?” I asked, following Kristen to her Camaro.

Kristen and I drove to Vaughn’s, where we ate frequently. The host recognized the two of us, and asked, “Booth for two?”

“No,” Kristen answered. “We would like to purchase some gift certificates.”

The host nodded. “In the amount?”

“The first one is a free meal for three in the name Meredith Cummings. She will be arriving here tonight with her parents. Meredith is turning fifteen on Monday.”

“I see,” answered the host.

“The second is to be a coupon for a Belly Buster dessert that she can use anytime on or after Monday.”

The host smiled. “We actually have Belly Buster coupons like that.”

“Cool. Tell her that if she wants the Belly Buster tonight, it’s on the free meal certificate. The coupon is for some other time, maybe when she brings a friend or two.”

The host said, “I’ll inform her.”

“Great. Here’s my American Express card.”

The host took the card and said, “Certainly, Miss Swift. It will be five dollars for the coupon and whatever the bill is for the meal tonight.”

Kristen smiled. “Add a twenty percent tip for whoever waits on them.”

“No problem.” The host ran the card through an imprinting device and handed the blank receipt to Kristen. She signed her name on it.

“Thank you,” Kristen said.

“Miss Swift? Would you mind if we added candles to her dessert and sang Happy Birthday?”

“I think Merry would be tickled pink!” Kristen turned to me and asked, “Jim, do you have a picture of Merry?”

Actually, I did. I took out my wallet, which had Merry’s school picture from last year in it.

Kristen smiled at the portrait, and showed it to the host. “Do you think you would recognize her? She and her parents will be arriving around six.”

The host looked at the picture and smiled. “This is Meredith Cummings?”

“Yes,” Kristen and I answered together.

The host smiled and he said, “I’ll have no problem remembering her. I’ve seen her here before. Will the two of you be dining with us tonight, also?”

“No,” Kristen answered. “Jim and I have other plans, but we’ll be seeing you very soon again.”

“Thank you, Miss Swift, and Mr. Jim.”

The two of us left. Kristen’s largess impressed me. “I hope that they don’t decide to go elsewhere,” I said.

“Not likely,” Kristen smiled. “Merry told me earlier today that she was looking forward to a Belly Buster tonight.”

I smiled and then remembered something that bothered me. “Don’t you feel worried about signing a receipt without a total on it?”

Kristen smiled. “The manager knows me, and he knows that we eat there a lot. If they try to rip me off, I might tell the police or, even worse, the newspapers. There could possibly be a lawsuit, since my father uses lawyers all the time. People in that line of work know that bad publicity could kill a restaurant overnight.”

“Oh. I didn’t think about that.”

“Actually, I don’t expect him to do anything like that. Since he knows we come in often, he’ll probably wait until I show up at the restaurant in a few days. He’ll then bring me your family’s bill, itemized. He’ll even let me put in my own tip, which will probably be more than the twenty percent that I promised because of his thoughtfulness. I’ll then total the receipt myself. The only reason I gave him my card in advance is procedure. It assures him that I genuinely intend to pay the bill, even if I were to forget about it later. It minimizes the risk to the restaurant. Even if a mistake happens and I am overcharged, I have enough money to cover it.”

“I guess,” I said.

I was learning a lot about money from just being with Kristen. “So, where are we headed now, Kris?”

Kristen smiled sweetly. “Let’s fuck!”

What answer would you expect me to give to that question?