“Fuck!” I said, looking at the cards in my hand with disgust. “Some fuckin’ happy ending! My hand looks like a basketball score!”
“Oh, you!” Kristen smiled.
I put my cards down. “So, the interest on your inheritance is sixteen hundred bucks a month?”
“Sixteen thousand dollars, actually, but it may be earning more interest than that, now. A financial manager actually runs the fund, and he has it invested in stocks, bonds, and a few other things. Occasionally I can request specific stocks and investments, sometimes because of suggestions my father makes, but mostly for sentimental value. For example, I have a thousand shares in Disney because I liked Mickey Mouse when I was younger. Or was it ten thousand? I forget.” Kristen smiled. “Anyway, there’s a CPA that does the income taxes and other things, and my mother and I cosign the papers once a year after the accountants tell me what they have done with my money. When the money is officially mine, I’ll set things up so that I have a bit more control of what happens with my money.”
The numbers were simply astronomical for me. “I’d rather just not have to worry about money.”
“Well, it’s not much to worry about. In three months, as I said, I’m entitled to it. The fund manager renegotiates his salary based on the performance of the fund over the past year. That, the annual briefing about my finances, and signing tax forms each year is about as much as we will have to worry about if we don’t want to worry about it.”
I had gotten used to Kristen’s way of thinking that marriage between us was just a matter of formality. I loved her; she loved me. Now we wouldn’t have to worry about money. What more could a guy ask for?
I had an answer to that question. I wanted to be the person that provided for Kristen if we got married. The fact that she had boatloads of money didn’t seem to faze her, but it worried me. How could I provide for her if she was already a millionaire?
Kristen looked at the time and said, “Time for dress-up. Come on, Ken!”
The name “Ken” came from a little game of “Barbie and Ken” the two of us had started playing with each other where we would dress each other up, usually with Kristen wearing risqué lingerie. Actually, I called her “Beautiful Krissie” because of her actual name, as well as the fact that I was madly infatuated with Kristen’s luxuriously soft and wonderful hair. I remember there was a doll named something like “Beautiful Chrissie” back in the sixties or early seventies with hair that got longer… it was a perfect match for my lovable Goddess.
This evening, Krissie was wearing a shocking pink bustier and pantie set that matched an identically colored mini-dress with slits on the sides that ran nearly high enough that it almost revealed the top of the leg of her panties.
For my part, Kristen had started stocking a closet with outfits that she picked out for me, as well as some briefs that looked almost like girls’ panties. As she was pulling the briefs on me, she gave me a pleasant suck that had me shooting into her mouth after about five minutes of her oral attention.
The outfit that I was wearing that night was black pants with a dark gray—almost black—dress up shirt that had a tiny collar. Kristen surveyed the effect of me in the outfit, looking at me from many angles and admiring how it looked on me.
She added a pair of pink granny glasses, which were what she called “window panes” (clear glass; not for corrective lenses), that she said completed the outfit.
I was a bit uncomfortable wearing the glasses, but had gotten used to them by the time we hit Emilio’s. Kristen had made reservations, and the two of us had a great lasagna dinner together.
Later that evening, Kristen and I slept together in “our” bed in the playroom. We made love, which wasn’t something we did very often.
The first time I ever made love was on my sixteenth birthday. Kristen drove me into the city and she lavished me with the sexiest and busiest birthday night that I ever had. Since that time, the two of us slept together every weekend, but didn’t actually have intercourse that often. Kristen was still a bit orally fixated on my penis, and I was very happy to return the favor, usually in a sixty-nine position with her on top.
Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night with my body spooned against hers. I’d carefully wiggle my erect penis between her legs, and I’d start a slow, steady rhythm. Kristen would sigh contentedly, and when we were done, she would shift her body to lick my penis clean. Usually when we did this, neither one of us would achieve orgasm, but just delight in the sensations that we would be feeling and giving to one another.
This night, we made love face to face. The two of us were intent on smothering the other’s face with kisses. This was very intimate, me being face to face with my lovely Goddess.
“Yeah, Oogie. Do it!”
“Oogie?” I said in mock horror that Kristen would use that name during an intimate moment. “I’ll show you an Oogie!”
I lifted my hips so my dick actually came out of Kristen’s warm hole, and without warning, I plunged it forcefully back into her. “Oogie!” I said.
I did this a few times, forcing the word “Oogie” as I pummeled her, and then I heard her saying it with me.
“Oogie!”
“Oogie!”
“Oogie!”
I didn’t have any more willpower, and with one final “OOGIE!” I started blasting my seed within her.
The two of us lay there, still conjoined, my dick wilting within her.
“God, Jim!” Kristen said. “That was fantastic!”
“Want another ‘Oogie?’” I asked, smiling.
“Not now. I don’t think I’d… No. Let’s save those for special occasions.”
“Sure thing. But you’ll get one every time you call me that in bed.”
“Promise?”
I grinned. “I’m serious.”
I resumed kissing Kristen’s face, and then moved off her to start lavishing my attention on her breasts.
Kristen’s breasts were different from most breasts that I had seen. For one thing, she had no tan lines whatever. For another, her aureoles were very dark—so dark, in fact, that it was sometimes difficult to discern where her nipple was except by feel.
Of course, that was my favorite way of exploring Kristen’s breasts. Using my fingers to caress and my lips and tongue to suck, I continued teasing her breasts for a while until I noticed that her breathing was regular and steady.
I looked at her face, and Kristen was asleep.
I was amused, since this was the first time that the two of us had ever fucked when Kristen didn’t suck me off afterward. I wasn’t disappointed, but the strangeness of it intrigued me at the time. My eyes watched the hypnotic rhythm of Kristen’s breasts rising and falling. It didn’t take me long to also fall fast asleep. A few hours later, I felt Kristen’s warm lips encircle the shaft of my cock. Better late than never, I thought to myself, feeling myself grow within her mouth.
Kristen noticed my erection and stopped. “Jim?” she whispered.
“Yes, Goddess?”
“You know what I would really like?”
“What?”
“I’d like you to fuck another girl, and let me eat your sperm from her cunt.”
I didn’t answer. Kristen’s remark stunned me. She usually didn’t get this graphic with me, and I knew that such a situation would probably never happen with us. After all, Kristen had shown signs of jealousy, and she had a fragile ego. Kristen would never allow me to fuck another girl, especially if she were there in the same room.
Actually, that might not be true. Patty was our friend; maybe Kristen was close to Patty, but I also knew for sure that Patty and I had no desires for intercourse with each other. Patty was looking for her own Prince Charming, and even though I was close to Patty, I doubted that the two of us would ever go all the way together.