The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Camille picked me up at ten the next morning.

When I got into the car, I saw that Sherry was already there. She was blushing furiously, mostly in anticipation of the initiation that would happen in just a little while. Unlike Camille, who was dressed in her uniform, Sherry was in her street clothes; her uniform was folded next to her in the car.

At the school, the entire cheerleading squad was present, all of them in uniform except Jackie, Camille’s cousin. Jackie was standing next to the same boy she brought to the costume party the previous night. She gave me a nervous smile as she saw me.

Lynette Robbins, who was the head cheerleader, decided to get things rolling. “All right, we have two initiates for today’s ceremony. Since Camille Lombardi and I sponsored them both, we need somebody to share some of the work with Camille. Camille? Who would you like to pick?”

Camille nodded and said, “I’d normally choose you, Lynette, but as head cheerleader, I know that you have other duties. Both June Rodgers and Maria Wilson know Jackie, so I will allow my cousin to decide between them.”

June Rodgers was one of the smaller cheerleaders. I remembered that she was a junior, and she was also one of two black cheerleaders on the squad. Maria Wilson was a senior with blonde hair.

Jackie looked at her cousin. “Maria,” she said, quietly.

When she heard her name, Maria stepped out from the group of cheerleaders.

Lynette watched this, and then said, “Maria, do you wish to sponsor Jackie for our initiation?”

Maria nodded. “Jackie was very good at the tryouts this time. I’d be proud to sponsor her for Camille.”

Lynette nodded. “Do you sponsor Sherry, Camille?”

Camille smiled. “I’m quite proud to sponsor Sherry.”

Lynette announced, “All right, ladies, we have our two initiates, who have kindly brought their boyfriends. We also now have two sponsors. The sponsors will now make their presentations. Camille?”

Camille said, “I sponsor Sherry Jordon, who has brought her friend, Jim Crittenhouse, to help out today. Sherry is a sophomore, but her gymnastics abilities have allowed her to achieve a perfect score during the qualifications.”

There was a round of applause as Sherry blushed. I applauded as well.

Camille continued. “I am pleased to offer my sponsorship to Sherry.”

Lynette said, “Thank you, Camille. Do I hear any objections to having Sherry join our squad and undergo the initiation?”

Silence answered Lynette’s question.

“Very well, Camille. Take the two of them and have them stand over there.” Lynette pointed to the curb of a sidewalk leading to one of the side doors to the school. “Maria, you’re next.”

Maria was a bit nervous as she said, “I sponsor Jackie Lombardi, cousin to our own Camille, who has brought her friend Danny...” Maria paused. “Shit! I forgot your last name, Danny.”

“It’s Strong,” the boy answered.

“Sorry,” Maria said, turning red. “Jackie has brought Danny Strong. Jackie is a junior, and scored a nine out of ten in the tryouts. She’s Camille’s cousin, but I can assure everybody that she truly earned her way onto the squad. I happily sponsor Jackie for the squad.”

Lynette smiled. “Thank you, Maria. Do I hear any objections to having Jackie join our squad and go though the initiation?”

Once again, there was silence.

“Very well,” Lynette said. “Maria, you may take those two over to the curb with Camille and the others.”

Maria took her two charges to meet us at the curb.

Lynette called out, “Camille, Maria. You know what you need to do. We’ll be along in about five minutes.”

Camille nodded and ushered Sherry and me into the door of the school. She led us toward the gymnasium, and stopped at the boys’ locker room.

Without hesitation, Camille opened the boys’ locker room and Maria urged us from behind to enter. The two younger girls seemed hesitant, but Maria was insistent.

Once inside, Camille led Sherry and me to a row of lockers and made us sit down on a bench. She whispered, “All right, you can ask questions now, but keep your voices down.”

“Why are we in the boys’ locker room?” Sherry immediately asked.

Camille smiled. “When we first started initiations, I think we did this part in the girls’ locker room, but we quickly switched to the boys’ room instead. We didn’t want boys to get the idea that they are welcome in our locker room!”

“What happens now?” I asked.

Camille grinned. “Jim will dress you in your cheerleader outfit. First, he’ll completely undress you. I’m here to make sure you both follow the rules. Next, he’ll put your outfit on you. So, Sherry will only be nude with Jim and me.”

“You mean...?” Sherry asked, blushing.

“Yup,” Camille said. “And time is of the essence. Lynette said five minutes, and she’ll give you more like ten, but don’t hesitate too much.”

“What happens afterward?” I asked.

Camille continued grinning. “Jim will like this part. Each of the cheerleaders will come over and kiss Jim and Danny. Some of the girls may get hot and heavy with this, but this shouldn’t bother Sherry, since you two aren’t really dating. After the boys are kissed, the girls will kiss Sherry and Jackie, and most of them won’t be as sexy as they will get with the boys.”

I shrugged. I figured that there were worse things that could happen. “That’s it?”

“There will be a bit more formality, actually. Nothing else. Once it’s over, Sherry and Jackie can get their clothes and leave. We then initiate the seniors.”

“What do you do with the seniors?” Sherry asked.

“You’ll find out some other time,” Camille answered cryptically. “Now, Jim, it’s time you two got started.”

I took a deep breath and looked at Sherry. She shrugged, and I started to unbutton her blouse. I played dress-up with Kristen many times before (it was getting to be one of our favorite pastimes), and tried not to gawk at Sherry.

Still, I could see that Sherry was quite embarrassed. I ignored her and quickly removed her bra and then started working on her slacks. I pulled down Sherry’s slacks and panties in a single movement, then pulled her shoes off and her legs out of the foot holes.

One thing about the nude Sherry that startled me was the amount of hair that Sherry actually had growing between her legs. It was much hairier and darker than any pussy that I saw up to that time. I tried not to stare, so I looked instead at Sherry’s face.

I couldn’t help myself. Seeing Sherry standing there naked and embarrassed made my heart go out to her. Despite her blushing and obvious embarrassment, she stoically allowed me to undress her. I stood up and then bent down to kiss her.

This surprised Sherry, but she kissed me back. It was just a gentle kiss, one to try to get her to calm down. Sherry closed her eyes as I kissed her, and her body seemed to relax a little. I broke off the kiss after about ten seconds.

Camille handed me the cheerleader uniform and I pulled it over Sherry’s head. I quickly pulled it down over her, hiding her nudity. I took the bottoms and pulled them on her. In doing so, I could see Sherry’s hairy pussy once again. The hair was very curly and so dark as to be almost black. It was all I could do not to touch it or rub the sensitive folds hidden underneath it. I thought I could smell Sherry’s musk even over the odors of the locker room.

Finally, I had Sherry step into her sneakers, and I tied her shoelaces for her.

I looked over to Camille, who was smiling at the two of us. “I think that Sherry deserves another kiss for being a good sport about this.”

Turning to Sherry, I could see her nodding in agreement. I moved back to her and kissed her one more time, again keeping the kiss gentle and friendly. This time, the kiss lasted about twenty seconds. When I broke away, I felt Sherry’s face move with mine, seemingly intent on prolonging the kiss.

I saw Sherry’s street clothes folded neatly on the bench. Camille must have folded them as we were kissing.

Camille then surprised me by pushing past me and kissing Sherry herself. “I want to be the first cheerleader to kiss you, Sherry. I’m glad I sponsored you.”

Sherry seemed surprised by the kiss as well, but she didn’t avoid Camille. The kiss didn’t last too long.

As the two of them were kissing, I heard Jackie giggling and saying “Come on, Danny, stop!” playfully from another set of lockers. I remembered that we weren’t alone in the locker room.

With a mischievous look in her eyes, Camille quietly bid the two of us to follow her, and we tiptoed around the lockers to the aisle where Maria, Jackie, and Danny were. Danny and Jackie were kissing, and Jackie was completely nude. Danny’s hand was covering her pubic area, so I wasn’t able to get a good view of her privates. I could see one of Jackie’s breasts, which were about the size of Patty’s, except that Jackie’s nipples were very red and erect. Maria saw the three of us and smiled.

Camille motioned to Maria and pointed to her wristwatch, pointing out that Jackie and Danny were wasting valuable time. Maria only shrugged.

Jackie opened her eyes and saw the three of us, and her reaction alerted Danny, who turned around to see what Jackie was looking at.

At the same moment, Lynette came into the locker room. “All right, people. It’s time for the induction ceremony!”

Jackie looked shocked. She was still completely nude.

Danny tried quickly to pull the uniform over Jackie’s head, but got it backward, and he clumsily twisted it around.

Maria called to Lynette. “We need another thirty seconds, Lynette.”

“Jackie’s not ready?” Lynette asked.

“No,” Jackie admitted.

“How about Sherry?”

“I’m ready,” Sherry answered quickly. Jackie and Danny continued to move very quickly, and it was comical to watch them try to get Jackie dressed.

“Come out as soon as you’re ready. That means now, Sherry,” Lynette said. “Penalties for lateness will apply, Maria.”

Maria nodded, and didn’t answer.

Camille told Sherry and me to come quickly.

We followed her out of the locker room and into the gymnasium. The cheerleaders stood together in a group. Lynette smiled as she saw the three of us.

“Really thirty seconds?” Lynette asked Camille quietly.

“Danny seems to be all thumbs and fingers!”

Lynette laughed and just nodded. She turned to one of the cheerleaders that was carrying a sports bag with her. “May I have the paddle, please?”

I quietly turned to Camille. “I thought you said there would be nothing like that.”

“I promised you,” Camille whispered back. “Trust me.”

I nodded. Sherry blanched when she saw the table tennis paddle in Lynette’s hand. “Am I going...?”

“Ssh,” whispered Camille. “Don’t worry.”

The locker room door opened and Jackie and Danny burst in. Jackie looked more than a little disheveled, but her uniform was on. I noticed with some humor that Jackie’s shoelaces were untied.

“You three are late,” Lynette announced. “We don’t tolerate tardiness on the squad.” Lynette was brandishing the paddle and Jackie looked at her cousin for support.

“Maria, why were you late?” Lynette asked.

“Danny seemed to be a bit unfamiliar with the outfit,” Maria answered.

“Is this true?” Lynette asked, looking straight at Jackie.

“Um, yes,” Jackie shakily replied.

Lynette smacked the paddle against her hand menacingly. “Well, first things first. Camille, can you do the honors for Sherry, please?”

“Certainly,” Camille said, smiling. She took Sherry and me by the hands and pulled us to where Lynette stood. “Lynette Robbins, I certify that Sherry Jordan has passed her initiation with flying colors.”

Lynette nodded and said, “Sherry Jordan. You have shown courage in following our little tradition, and you have also shown promptness.” Lynette paused here and gave Jackie a threatening look. She turned back to Sherry and me and said, “I would like to be the first to welcome you as an official member of the squad.”

Lynette moved toward Sherry and kissed her on the cheek. It was a quick kiss, and she moved toward me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Jim Crittenhouse, I want to thank you for helping out with Sherry. You are lucky indeed to have Sherry as a friend.”

I think I may have blushed from Lynette’s kiss, even though I half expected it from Camille’s description earlier.

“Girls, who wants to thank Sherry and Jim?”

“Me!” “Me!” “Me!” A swarm of girls came over to welcome us. Sherry got a few kisses on her cheeks before the first girl found me. The girl smiled at me and kissed me straight on the lips. I could feel her tongue probe my lips, but I decided that I wasn’t going to be doing much French kissing at this time. After about fifteen seconds, the girl realized that I was playing hard to get and willingly gave up.

June Rodgers, the black cheerleader, was second and immediately replaced the first. She also tried to get past my lips. I knew from school gossip that she was dating a football linebacker inappropriately nicknamed Tiny Jonas, so I wasn’t going to let her snake her tongue into my mouth. After about thirty seconds, another cheerleader replaced her. This new girl knew that I was playing hard to get so she changed tactics and grabbed my crotch. I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and her tongue managed to get past my defenses.

After allowing that girl to French kiss me, I resigned myself to allowing the girls to kiss me in whatever way they wanted. It seemed mostly in good sport, though.

My eyes were closed when I felt a new pair of lips on mine. I opened my lips to let the new person enter and was surprised when I felt somebody suck my tongue inside her mouth. I opened my eyes and was surprised that I was once again kissing Camille.

The kiss with Camille lasted about thirty seconds, and it was quite a kiss. I could feel my heart start to race in reaction. One thing was obvious: Camille certainly knew how to kiss. It wasn’t one of Kristen’s erection specials, but it was damned close!

Finally, Camille let me go, and I saw that the other cheerleaders were all back in their little bunch where they were before.

“Sherry, you can join the other girls. Thanks again for helping us out, Jim, and if you ever find yourself in need of a cheerleader, you’ll find twenty volunteers in our group!”

“Thank you,” Sherry and I said together.

Sherry and Camille joined the other cheerleaders, and Camille took me by the hand and led me over to them.

Lynette turned her attention to the other three people. “Ah, now we get to our late arrivals.” Once again, she slapped the paddle on her hand menacingly.

Danny saw this and protested. “Wait, Lynette. Jackie is late because of me. If anybody deserves to be punished, it’s me.”

Lynette looked at Danny. “You are willing to take her punishment?”

“Yes,” Danny answered, his eyes nervously following the paddle in Lynette’s hand.

“Do you wish for Danny to take your punishment, Jackie?”

Jackie looked at Danny, and then over to where we were standing (probably looking for Camille, her cousin), and then said, “No, Lynette. It wasn’t entirely his fault.”

Lynette smiled. “Danny Strong, you have a nice heart. Jackie is lucky to have somebody like you to be with her. Jackie, you are brave, too. However, I only have this paddle here for ceremonial purposes. Jackie, just remember not to be late next time and we’ll avoid any punishments.”

A bunch of the cheerleaders giggled at Lynette’s comment, and I could see Jackie’s face look much relieved, especially as Lynette threw the paddle toward the girl with the sports bag.

Lynette said, “Alright, Maria. It’s time for you do the honors for Jackie.”

Maria grinned and brought Jackie and Danny to where Lynette was standing. “Lynette Robbins, I certify that Jackie Lombardi has passed her initiation.”

Lynette nodded and said, “Jackie Lombardi, you showed courage in deciding to take your own punishment. I would like to be the first person to welcome you as an official member of the cheerleading squad.”

Lynette kissed Jackie, and then approached Danny. “Danny Strong, thank you for sticking up for Jackie. We don’t believe in inflicting pain on any of our participants, but you may not have known that. Jackie is very lucky to have you as her friend.”

Danny received a kiss from Lynette, and the other girls moved over once again to kiss Jackie and Danny. Camille urged Sherry to go, telling her “You’re now an official cheerleader. Congratulate them!”

Sherry left, leaving just Camille and me behind. “I promised you, Jim.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” I said. “Aren’t you going to congratulate your cousin?”

“Yeah,” Camille smiled, and went to the end of the line.

Overall, it was a memorable day.

It was getting close to noon. My mother wanted me home that particular Saturday since we would be visiting my grandmother (on her side) that afternoon, and have supper with her. Camille dropped me off at my house with plenty of time to spare.

I went to my room to straighten it up a little (things started to pile up), and realized that I promised to give Kristen a call when I got home from the initiation.

I went downstairs into the study and picked up the phone. I called Kristen’s house, and told her that I just got home.

“That’s funny,” Kristen replied. “Sherry’s been here for five minutes.”

“Sherry’s there?” I asked.

“Yeah. She wanted to tell me about what happened. Since I didn’t have a date today, I’m inviting her to Vaughn’s. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Nope. I’ll be thinking of you... both of you.”

“Say ‘hi’ to your grandmother for me,” Kristen said.

“All right. I really wish I could see you today.”

“What time are you getting back?”

“Late. Nine o’clock or so.”

“Give me a call when you get back.”

“All right.”

I was already in a better mood. I was happy that I would get a chance to talk with Kristen later on tonight.

I spent the day with my family at my grandmother’s house. She lived about an hour away, and I found myself thinking of Kristen most of the entire day.

When we got home, I remembered my promise to call Kristen, and I was surprised when she answered directly. Usually, one of the household staff answers the phone, but Kristen set it up so that the phone rang through, waiting for my call.

“Hi, Jim!” Kristen said.

“Hello, my fair Goddess!”

“Only fair?” Kristen said, pretending to be insulted.

“None are fairer than you,” I said, smiling at the phone.

“So, are you interested in fucking tonight?” Kristen asked, looking for shock value.

I frowned. I didn’t think my parents would let me visit Kristen so late, despite the fact that I was regularly spending the night with her on weekends. “I don’t know if my mom...”

“Ask her,” Kristen said.

I knew Kristen enough that if she got an idea into her head, she wanted to do it now. “Sure,” I said, and went into the living room where my mother and step-father were watching television.

“Mom?” I asked.

“Yes, Jim?”

“May I go over to Kristen’s?”

“Now? This time of night?” my mother seemed a bit shocked.

“I haven’t seen her all day.”

“Poor baby. You can’t spend one night in your own bedroom?”

“Come on, mom...”

My mother sighed. “Is she going to pick you up?”

“If you say ‘yes.’”

“She’s not already on her way?”

I smiled. “Not unless she has a car phone. She’s on the phone right now.”

My mother smiled. “All right, Jim. You did visit Mom with us today, although your mind was almost a hundred miles away.”

“Thanks, Mom! You’re the greatest!” I ran to the phone and told Kristen the good news.

“Great. I’ll be right there.”

I was astounded when the doorbell rang about two minutes later.

“Who is that at this hour?” my mother said.

“Don’t know. Kristen just got off the phone.”

I opened the front door, and there was Kristen. “Kris! How did you...?”

“I borrowed my dad’s car. I thought I’d surprise you.”

“But I just called you at home!”

Kristen smiled. “The phone call was transferred to my father’s car. It’s neat. My dad does it all the time. I figured you’d call my personal number, and if you didn’t, the staff would have forwarded the call manually.”

“You’re something else,” I laughed. “Come on in. You worried my mother.”

“Sure.”

I took Kristen into the living room. “I’m afraid I was mistaken. She was on her father’s car phone.”

“I’m sorry if I surprised you, Mrs. Cummings.”

“Well, Jim told me that you were on the phone.”

“Dad tells me he’ll get me a car phone when I get my MBA.”

“What’s an MBA?” I asked.

“It’s short for Master of Business Administration. It’s a degree you get in a place like Harvard Business School.”

“Have you been accepted to Harvard?” my mother asked, impressed.

“Um, I didn’t apply there,” Kristen said. “I’m probably going to spend a couple of years at the local community college.”

“Community college?”

“Patty’s going there, and I thought I’d attend with her. I can get most of the credits there transferred to most other schools in the state. I’m looking for my associates degree, and then I’ll attend college most likely in Massachusetts where I’ll get my bachelor’s and MBA.”

“Oh.”

“Well, we must be running. Are you ready, Jim?”

“Um... yes,” I was a bit amazed by this exchange. Kristen told me that it was possible for her to attend community college, but I didn’t think that idea would have flown over very well with her parents.

I found a coat and left the house with Kristen. Kristen’s father’s Mercedes was in the driveway behind my mother’s car. We got into the car and took off.

“So, did you have fun with Sherry today?” I asked.

Kristen nodded and said, “We talked. I heard that you had some fun, too. Sherry told me that all the cheerleaders gave you rather hefty kisses.”

“I was just doing what I was told...” I explained.

“Oh, pooh!” Kristen said. “I’m not jealous. Well, maybe a little. I heard you played dress-up with Sherry. Maybe we’ll do that tomorrow morning. I have a new push-up bra that I’d like you to check out.”

“Oh, sure. So, what did the two of you do?”

“We went to Vaughn’s. Sherry needed me to take her to Camille’s for something else later, so I dropped her off there.”

Kristen smiled. “So, while she was over, I invited Sherry over tomorrow, and she called her parents and they said yes. We’ll be seeing Sherry tomorrow.”

“Is the playroom still set up for the party?” I asked, wondering if the bed was back.

“No, I was going to have everything moved back in this morning,” Kristen explained. “Now, I’ve decided that I’m working on a new layout, though, since all the rooms in the building are not being used except for the garage. I was thinking of making this a huge apartment with a couple of bedrooms, and such. You can help me; it will be our own home, complete with a master bedroom, a decent kitchen, a guest room or two, and stuff like that.”

“You make it sound like I’ll be living there,” I pointed out.

“Why not?” Kristen asked. “You’re already living here on weekends.”

I shrugged. “My mom may have a few words about that, but I’d love to help you design it.”

“I’ve already started moving all my stuff from the main house into here. Even if you won’t move here full time, I will.”

“You’re moving into your playroom for real?”

“Yup, but it’s now my apartment. My parents already approved it. I’ve even paid rent to my father through the end of the year. An idea had been floating through my mind for a few weeks now, but I wanted to let you know when everything fell into place. You’ll love it when we’re done with it.”

“So, I guess Madison is out for this weekend.”

Kristen looked at me. “I’ll drive if you really want to go, but we’ll have to call Sherry and the rest of the guests that you invited.”

“I forgot about Patrice and Jack. I actually feel like relaxing this weekend. Staying here would be a nice idea.”

“You don’t mind that I invited Sherry, do you?” Kristen asked.

“I’d like to see Sherry again. I’m glad the two of you are becoming friends.”

Kristen looked at me. “That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

I think my expression betrayed me, so I said, “Well, yes. She didn’t like you, and I told her that she should get to know you before making judgments. Remember how I originally felt about you before I got to know you?”

Kristen nodded.

When we got to Kristen’s new apartment, I found that the bedroom now contained a king sized bed. I whistled at it.

“Let’s inaugurate it, Jim!”

“Hmmm,” I answered. “Let’s do it proper, then.”

“What do you mean, proper?”

I didn’t answer, but took Kristen by the hand out of the bedroom. I then picked her up off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. “My darling, it would be my honor to carry you across this threshold.”

“Oh, my hero!” Kristen swooned in her Scarlet O’Hara voice.

Carrying Kristen back into the bedroom, I deposited her onto the bed and said, “It is time for me to unwrap my gift!” Within seconds, I threw Kristen’s clothes all throughout the bedroom. She was wearing a pair of crotchless panties—my naughty minx!—and I took them off as well. I wanted her naked.

“What’s next, my hero?” my naked Kristen asked breathlessly.

“Tonight, I make tender love to you. I will suck on those lovely breasts and lick your beautiful pussy all night. I will make love to you the exact same way that you love to suck on my cock. I want to do all the work tonight.”

Kristen looked at me strangely. “Do you mean that I won’t get to suck you?”

“Not until after seven in the morning. This is your night, my fair Goddess. I get to hug, fondle, suck, and do whatever I want to you, and the only thing you can do in return is kiss me. Well, you can moan or whimper, if you feel the need.”

Kristen made a face. “I don’t whimper!”

“And I don’t snore!” I laughed in response.

Kristen laughed as well. “One of these days, I’m gonna make a cassette recording and prove that you snore!”

“And I’ll deny that it’s me on the tape,” I answered smugly. “You’ll have proved nothing.”

The two of us giggled and kissed. We were two teenagers in love, and I tried my best to make this the most special night for my lovely blonde Goddess.

I spent over an hour sucking, pinching, kneading, and loving her breasts. I then moved southward, lapping up the aromatic juices from between her legs. I kissed her face and we sucked each other’s tongues into our mouths.

Kristen experienced a couple of small orgasms, and she fell asleep during my second onslaught on her breasts. Her hands were absently patting my hair as I sucked her breast. I could feel the rhythmic movement of her chest as she slept.

I fell asleep as well, luxuriating in the warmth of Kristen’s body and the heavy down comforters on the bed. I woke up to Kristen now-familiar sucking of my cock. Without having to open my eyes, I knew that it was exactly seven o’clock and zero seconds.

It didn’t take Kristen long for her talented mouth to get me to shoot off. I desperately needed to pee, so I got up after I came, but Kristen held me down.

“I loved what you did for me last night,” Kristen said, kissing me. I could taste the residue from my semen in her mouth.

“I wanted to make it special for you, Goddess,” I said, once we broke from the kiss. “I wanted it as special as you always make it for me.”

Kristen looked at me sternly, “Can you please make me a promise?”

“Anything, my dear.”

“Let’s not do that too often,” Kristen said. “I still have the cravings, even if they are minor. I found that having you with me last night is distracting. I couldn’t sleep very well knowing that you are so close and I was not allowed to suck you.”

I looked at Kristen and saw that she was serious. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Kris!”

Kristen sobbed quietly. “I’m not hurt, Jim. I know you meant well, and I love you for that. You just need to know that I don’t always suck you just to please you; I have a need as well. I know it’s selfish...”

“No, Kristen,” I interrupted. “It’s not selfish. If anyone was selfish, you can blame me. I am responsible for those cravings, and that was selfish of me to do that to you. I guess it was also selfish of me for what I did last night.” I sighed as I realized that I unintentionally hurt my beloved Kristen once again.

Kristen shook her head. “No. You just didn’t understand. You didn’t know or even suspect that giving me the craving would have such a long-term effect. You didn’t realize that for me to see you naked and know that I’m not allowed to suck you would be frustrating for me.”

I sighed once again. It was nice to have such an understanding lover, but in my heart, I knew that I was the selfish one. I didn’t see any resolution in arguing the point with Kristen now.

Kristen looked at my rigid erection. “You look as if that thing is going to burst. Can we do the tree in the forest thing?”

This brought a tiny smile to my lips. Kristen was describing a game that we sometimes played in the morning. She would run into the bathroom and into the shower. I’d run in after her and she’d take my morning wood and aim it toward herself. When my warm piss hit Kristen’s body, it would usually have the effect of Kristen relieving herself in the tub as well. Afterward, the two of us would start up the shower and thoroughly wash each other’s bodies with the slippery soap. Breasts, fingers, cheeks, asses, thighs, knees, and a penis would have fun. Kristen really loved it when soapy hands caressed her breasts. “I’d love to do that,” I said.

Playing like this with Kristen was fun. I knew that I would look forward to living with her every day for the rest of my life.

Later that morning, Kristen drove over to Sherry’s house to pick her up.

When the two girls arrived back at the playroom, we gave Sherry the grand tour, with Kristen explaining the renovations that she was planning. Sherry only saw the living room the previous day, and she seemed a bit surprised at the transformation of Kristen’s apartment from the party the other day. “Wow, the place has changed overnight.”

“That’s what you get when you pay top dollar,” Kristen commented.

Sherry didn’t respond, but looked around. She noticed the king sized bed in the bedroom and blushed a bit.

Kristen said, “Jim and I were thinking of using the spa, today. Do you want to join us?”

“Spa?” Sherry asked.

“We have a steam room, hot tub, and an indoor swimming pool in the Solarium at the main house. Next to it, there’s an exercise room. Jim has been slacking off his workouts.”

“I don’t have a bathing suit,” Sherry said.

Kristen smiled. “Don’t worry. We don’t use them.”

Sherry did a double take. “Skinny dipping?”

“Sherry,” Kristen said softly. “We invited Patty, Camille, Patrice, and even Jim’s sister Merry in that pool before. It’s no big deal.”

“What about your parents?”

Kristen smiled. “Those are the house rules. They won’t join in, though. They wouldn’t want to make anybody uncomfortable.”

Sherry didn’t seem comfortable, so Kristen decided to change tack. “I’m sorry, Sherry. I didn’t intend to embarrass you. I have a couple of decks of cards, including a few Uno decks if you wish to play cards. We also have Pong, if you like video games.”

I noticed Sherry’s eyes light up. “I played Pong at the department store. It’s neat. You actually have one here?”

“Sure,” answered Kristen, who seemed happy to have gotten over that bump in the road. “And Uno is a card game that’s pretty fun with three people. Jim likes it because he can win against me occasionally.”

“Hey!” I protested. The two girls ignored me, smirking.

“That sounds like fun!” Sherry said, enthusiastically.

“For lunch, Harry will bring us a pizza.”

“Who’s Harry?” I asked Kristen, not familiar with that name.

“Edgar retired on Friday,” Kristen said. “He’s worked for my father for twenty years. Harry is his replacement. He used to work here, but left due to family problems. He’s been on vacation since the beginning of summer and started working full time yesterday.”

I laughed. “I liked Edgar. He seemed stuffy, but you can tell after a while that it’s just an act. Kristen told me that he also drove her father’s car, but I never saw him in a car yet.”

“Edgar was the chauffeur in title only,” Kristen said. “He just sat around the house for the most part. Harry is about ten years younger than Edgar is. He’s about sixty-five and he actually does drive, if you need a lift.”

I hadn’t realized how old Edgar was.

The three of us hung out at Kristen’s apartment that day and we all had fun playing games. Sherry learned that Kristen was a sharp and ruthless card player, and quickly switched to Uno on my recommendation.

Patrice, Jack, and Doreen arrived that afternoon, and we all found out that Kristen was ruthless at Monopoly as well. It was nice seeing Patrice pretty much the way that I remembered her a while ago as a friend. I also found Doreen to be a very nice person, although she was rather shy. Jack and I fell naturally into our old camaraderie.

Kristen won Monopoly, despite Jack’s and my attempt to sort of ally against her. It was futile; Kristen built an empire on the early acquisition of the orange properties (St. James Place, Tennessee Ave., and New York Ave.) that nobody thought were too important. She then slowly acquired higher priced properties and she collected the rents as she built houses and hotels as quick as she could. Slowly but surely, everybody else found themselves with less and less money and property until Kristen was the obvious winner.

I found Doreen to be an interesting person. I saw her give away Park Place to Jack in a very transparent way to help us out (he went bankrupt despite her largess), and she really seemed to be interested in Jack as a person.

Jack, on the other hand, seemed to be fumbling along in the love business (although I admit that I am not any authority on that subject, then or even now!). Still, when he looked at Doreen when he didn’t think she was looking at him, you could see that he was completely smitten by her.

I found myself happy for Jack and Doreen. In a way, I was responsible for the two of them getting together, and I was glad that something came from it. In another way, however, I found myself reminded of Marla every time I’d look at Doreen or Jack. In addition, thinking of Marla brought on those feelings of guilt that I felt during Merry’s birthday party.

It was obvious to me that Kristen noticed how I felt, but to her credit, she kept quiet and didn’t say anything to embarrass me.

After Patrice drove Jack and Doreen home, I started thinking again about the importance of friends. Once I started dating Kristen, I didn’t try to keep track of Jack. In retrospect, it’s difficult. Once you find the love of your life, wouldn’t any sane person want to spend every waking moment loving her and doing things to let her know that you really loved her?

That day, I realized that the answer to that rhetorical question was an emphatic “NO!” Yes, you spend time with the love of your life and always let her know how you feel, but you don’t do it to the exclusion of all the other relationships that you cultivated throughout your life.

I spent about five years pissed off at Patrice, who severed her friendship to me, apparently at the whim of Kristen. It now occurred to me that I did much the same thing once I fell in love with Kristen. I always thought that I was better than that. I never once suspected that I could act that way, but it was true: once I found Kristen in my life, I no longer felt a need to spend time with my old friends like Jack.

I could see that I was starting to act like an asshole. I was glad I realized it without having somebody have to shout it to me. I firmly resolved that I would cherish all the friendships that I cultivated, including the ones that preceded my finding those “lucky tickets.”

The most difficult friendship would probably be Doreen. I still knew that I did not do right by her cousin, and I would have to get past that guilt before I could see Doreen as anything other than a reminder of how much a jackass I could be.

My friendship with Sherry was another relationship that would never be easy. She was still infatuated with me. Despite this, she patched up what could have been a catastrophic rift between Kristen and me. Despite her feelings toward Kristen and me, she truly acted as a friend. She would be a good example of how a friend should act.

At dinnertime, Kristen drove Sherry and me back to our houses. I managed to give Sherry a quick kiss good-bye before she left Kristen’s car to go into her house.

“She’s starting to come out of her shell,” Kristen said when we were alone. “She seems afraid to be with you when I’m around.”

“I think she’s doesn’t want to be seen as trying to steal me.”

Kristen nodded.

We drove in silence, and Kristen said, “Have you packed yet for Thanksgiving?”

“We’ve got four weeks to pack!” I said.

“Well, only pack one suitcase. I’ll have some of your clothes from my place dry cleaned and pressed.”

Kristen and I were going to be flying into Boston to celebrate Thanksgiving with Kristen’s brother, Will. Kristen already received permission from my mother, to my extreme surprise. Up until this year, Thanksgiving was always a family holiday, even during those difficult times when she was married to my real father.

“I’ve never been to Boston before,” I said, thinking of Paul Revere, the Boston Massacre, and other important events in American history that happened there.

“You’ll love it,” Kristen assured me. “I bought Will an apartment in Cambridge. We’ll go to Fanueil Hall, MIT, Harvard, and all the other sights you’ll want to see.”

“Will we have time alone?” I asked.

“Of course, darling,” Kristen answered. “Will knows all about us, and he already likes you. He’s already made reservations at some nice places for when we’ll be there.”

“Your brother sounds like a pretty neat guy,” I said, still feeling a bit of jealousy over Kristen’s relationship with her brother.

Kristen didn’t answer me.

I still hadn’t made up my mind about Will. Kristen assured me that Will was a close friend and confidante to her, and I still felt a bit jealous over his sexual relationship with his sister.

Despite Kristen’s assurances that I was her one and only love, I still wondered if that would change when she met with her brother again. After all, they had a longer history together; Kristen knew Will since she was born. Will was also Kristen’s first and only sexual partner until I came into her life.

Then I thought about today. I saw how Kristen invited Sherry into her apartment. She knew very well that Sherry was still in love with me. Despite that, Kristen invited Sherry over and even suggested that the three of us go skinny-dipping. I knew that Kristen also had a jealous streak. If Kristen could be as graceful as that with Sherry, then I might as well try to give Will at least the benefit of the doubt.

Kristen arrived at my house, and we kissed for a minute or so in the moonlight.

“I love you, Kris,” I said.

“I’ll always love you, Jim,” Kristen answered.

I sighed. Was I the luckiest person in the world, or what?