I shrugged. “I’m not going to abuse the tickets anymore. I’m no longer going to live my life apologizing for them, either. They will not control me or my life.”
Kristen didn’t respond, but continued looking at me warily.
My explanation needed elaboration. “Sherry’s current problem has been caused by the tickets, and I will deal with that. It’s just like your addiction being caused by the tickets. We’ll need to work these things out, one by one. I’m just through pulling out my hair because of the damned tickets.”
Kristen shook her head slightly. “What are you saying?”
I sighed. “Kristen, my love… my Goddess… I love you, and the best birthday present I could imagine would be you and me in a hotel in Chicago. You said that you’d like Lynette to join us, and that’s fine. I don’t feel that way about Sherry, and bringing her along with or without the two of you would make me miserable!”
“You mean…?”
“Kristen, you are my love. You can’t give me Sherry; she’s being forced on me. It’s not the same. I said that I’ve given up feeling guilty about the tickets, but throwing Sherry and me together would just start that all right up again. There must be some solution to Sherry’s problem, and I will try my damnedest to fix it, but I’m not going to fix it by sleeping with Sherry on my birthday.”
“I… I didn’t think of it that way.”
I nodded. “I know.” I bent down and kissed this lovely girl of my dreams. “You are all that matters to me. I want you to be happy.”
“You want Lynette to be with us in Chicago?”
“Why not?”
“She’s… I mean…” Once again, Kristen paused. She was at a loss for words.
Softly, I said, “Lynette makes you happy. You make me happy. We all make each other happy.”
Kristen sprang out of her recliner so fast that she caught me by surprise and the two of us went flying onto the shag carpet. “I love you, Oogie!”
“I love you, Goddess!”
Kristen started working on the button on my jeans. “Make love to me!”
We made love.
Lynette walked into the living room as Kristen and I were going at it for the second time. We were in a sixty-nine position this time.
“Get a room, you two!” Lynette said, laughing.
I tried to answer, but Kristen’s pussy muffled me. I happily resumed my task of licking.
For her part, Kristen didn’t let up on her intense sucking, swallowing me deeply.
Lynette walked around us, turned on the television, and curled up on the love seat. I’m not sure she was watching the game show or Kristen and me. It really didn’t matter to us at the time. Lynette saw the two of us many times now, and once more wouldn’t bother us.
I was wrong.
I heard a familiar chuckle, and recognized Camille’s voice. Again, I tried to say something, but Kristen seemed to realize this and ground her crotch tighter against my face.
“You’d think the honeymoon would be over,” Camille said, apparently to Lynette.
“Oh, they fuck like rabbits all the time,” Lynette said.
“Technically, that’s not fucking,” Camille observed.
“Be that as it may,” Lynette replied, “I’d give them a nine point oh for technique, and a perfect ten for enthusiasm.”
“Camille… oh, my!”
The new voice belonged to Will Swift.
“They’re at it again,” Lynette said. “Kristen’s not going to stop until he explodes.”
I was, by now, getting a bit of performance anxiety. My impromptu sex act with Kristen wasn’t intended to become a spectator sport. Lynette was one thing. Camille and Will were completely different.
Will seemed to be the only person that had a sense of propriety. “This isn’t right! Camille, I think you and I should go down to the billiard room.” There was a pause, and Will added emphatically, “Now!”
“Spoil sport!” Camille said, her laugh fading as she left the room.
I heard the television click off, and the door closed a few seconds later.
It was a good thing, too. Kristen’s talented mouth got me close to the boiling point. Within a minute after our guests left, I started pumping my second load of semen into Kristen’s mouth.
Kristen went downstairs to tend our guests after the two of us showered together.
A few minutes later, Camille came up for a visit. I was actually expecting her to show up alone.
“Hi, Jim! I’m sorry about before. I was just teasing, and Lynette seemed so… casual about it. Will told me that you were getting very embarrassed.”
“Well, I don’t usually put on sex shows for my friends,” I replied.
Camille nodded. After about a half minute, she said, “Jim, I was wondering…”
I waited. Camille usually didn’t have difficulty in asking for a favor.
“I’ve been wanting to… you know… do a double with Will. You know… two guys and me. I haven’t done that since last fall.”
I shook my head. “What game are you playing, Camille?”
“Huh?” Camille looked a bit confused.
“Are you still playing the slut game? I would have thought that it would have gotten old by now. You are no more a slut than Will is.”
Camille looked too surprised to answer me.
“Cammy, I’ve seen the way that Will and you look at one another. You stare at one another. It’s exactly the same way that Kristen stares at me, and the way that I probably stare at Kristen. The two of you stare at each other, and neither of you give a shit who sees you doing it.”
“So?”
I sighed. “I’ve seen Will with one of his so-called male friends. I think his name was Robert. Will never looked at him that way. In fact, I think he was bemused with Robert. He even called him a flirt. I think that perhaps Will is only pretending to be a homosexual.”
“Will? Pretending?” Camille sounded incredulous.
“Oh, he’ll go through the motions, but his heart doesn’t seem to be into it. He knows the right things to say, and he even sort of identifies with them. However, something about the way he talks about homosexuality doesn’t seem to be as genuine as when he talks about other things. I realized that after I first met him in Boston. You’re a smart person, Cammy. Do you mean to tell me you didn’t notice this about him?”
Camille looked shocked. “Huh?”
“Should I go on?”
The two of us stared at each other for a few minutes.
I said, softly, “I’ve seen Will look that way with two people. That would be Kristen and you. Kristen is his sister. I know it’s deeper with you, though.”
Suddenly, everything became clear to me. The missing pieces of the puzzle were falling into place and the picture they revealed was amazing.
Camille lowered her eyes. “When did you figure this out?”
“I knew about Will for a while, but I didn’t know about you until yesterday… but most of it came to me just now.”
Camille nodded. “What did you decide about me?”
“You’re not a slut. Maybe you were at one time, but now you are only pretending. From what I think I know about the tickets, I figure that if your sister made you a slut, then you’d have lost that need to be one once I found the tickets. That would have been a year ago. So, you’ve been pretending. Why? I have no idea.”
Suddenly, another thought hit me. “Fuck! Last year, you told Kristen and me on separate occasions that you had a crush on her—I remember it. That was never true, was it?”
Camille was open-mouthed at this.
“Cammy, I was thinking about Lynette yesterday. Lynette and I talk quite a lot. Our favorite topic is Kristen, but we talk about other things. Lynette always said that she had a crush on Kristen. What’s funny is that you used nearly the same words as Lynette, but your actions never matched hers at all. With Lynette, Kristen is her driving focus. I can see that you, on the other hand, were only playing a game with Kristen. I mean, you said you were a slut, so I didn’t look closer. But now…”