I, on the other hand, was fit into a pair of briefs that looked like one of Kristen’s panties. Kristen had to actually show me the package it came in with male models on it to convince me that guys actually wear those things.
Kristen promised me that after school, we would park at Lake Shore Point and she would allow me to fuck her through her crotchless panties.
I couldn’t wait.
I could smell bacon and eggs in the main room of our suite, and when the two of us emerged, fully dressed, we had ourselves some breakfast.
Afterward, I grabbed our bags, and the two of us walked out of the room. Before she left, Kristen put a fifty dollar bill on the table.
As we walked to the elevator, I thought about Kristen’s ability to always have a bank note to hand to the hotel personnel at the right time. I offhandedly asked Kristen what it felt like to have all that money. Kristen’s answer was identical to one I would hear years later in a scene in the movie Arthur with Dudley Moore answering that same question: "It feels great!"
Kristen’s car was waiting for her in front of the lobby entrance. Kristen handed the concierge another tip and thanked him. He insisted on putting our bags into her trunk, and Kristen and I took off back to our little town to attend school.
I spent the entire day at school with a perpetual hard-on, thinking about a pair of crotchless panties and Lake Shore Point. The sexy briefs that I was wearing didn’t make that erection very comfortable.
Kristen and I spent fourth period at the music room, where she helped relieve some of my tension with one of her lovely blow jobs. I repaid the favor by licking Kristen through her panties to a wild orgasm.
That one encounter had to last the rest of the school day, but my hard-on came back within ten minutes. I kept saying to myself, "I’M NO LONGER A VIRGIN!" I wanted to shout it to the world. Lucky for me, I kept my mouth closed about it.
When I passed Camille in the hallway, however, she noticed something about me. "Looks like you lost it big time!"
"Huh?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"Come on," Camille said, quietly so other people wouldn’t hear. "I’m just kidding. But both you and Kristen today are walking around with this big freshly fucked expression on your faces."
I looked at Camille, stunned. Was I that obvious? Was Kristen?
Camille looked at me seriously and said, "I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you."
I nodded, and went to my last period class in a bit of a daze. People could tell…?
When I saw Kristen after school, the question had become moot. I was interested in testing out her crotchless panties big time. I didn’t mention Camille’s observations to her. Instead, we just enjoyed each other.
At home, I did some homework; I had some catching up to do due to the couple of days that I had missed class. My mother made my favorite dinner (spaghetti and meat balls) and gave me my presents.
I smiled when I looked at the slacks and shirts that I received. Normally, I would have shrugged and put them away, but with Patty and Kristen’s influence on my over the past couple of weeks, I actually liked the new outfits, and made a mental note to wear one of them tomorrow.
There was mail for me also. Among a couple of birthday cards was a letter without a return address.
I opened the letter, and there was only a single piece of paper inside: It was a lovely drawing of a girl and two hands running their fingers through the girl’s long hair. There was no note, but the postmark was from Rahway, New Jersey. I knew almost immediately that it was from Patty… a picture of Kristen with my fingers running lovingly through her hair. I still cherish that picture to this day.
Afterword
I guess that this is the point in the story where I am supposed to assure you that we all lived happily ever after. Alas, life isn’t that simple.
At times, I thought myself very lucky indeed to have found those tickets. Although I had occasionally found myself cursing them for what they did, I have to admit that it really wasn’t the fault of the tickets themselves, but rather my own short-sightedness and immaturity.
But even after finding the tickets, I learned that some of the happiest moments of my life had nothing to do with the tickets at alclass="underline" serenading Kristen on the first day of school and our overnight trip to Chicago together for my sixteenth birthday are two of them that spring immediately to mind.
There is an old adage that says that power corrupts, and that absolute power corrupts absolutely. Those tickets represent power, and I’ve witnessed how despicable that I could become when I allowed myself to use the tickets for the wrong reasons. I’ve repeatedly made vows to myself never to use those tickets like that anymore, but alas, I am only human, and as much as I’d like to say that I learned my lessons, the temptation of the tickets combined with the frustrations of life sometimes prove too powerful a temptation to resist.
Despite those moments, I have to point out that there are many positive things that came from the tickets: I found friendship, I found love, I’ve made people happy, and they have made me happy. For the first time, I found myself thinking a little of others rather than just keeping myself in the center of my own universe, and the tickets have made me stop and think of unexpected ramifications of my actions before I do something — these things indicated that I was actually growing up. And I feel it was those "lucky tickets" that were either directly or indirectly responsible for all of these.
Would I have been able to stand up to my mother if I hadn’t been emboldened by the tickets? I would like to think that I would, but the truthful answer was that I probably wouldn’t — at least, not at the age when I did it.
Sometimes, I wonder what other people would have done if they had found the tickets. Would somebody else have used them in a more mature way than I did at first? Would they end up making the same mistakes? There’s no way for me to know for sure.
At other times, I wonder how my life would have turned out if I hadn’t found those tickets. Once again, although I have no way of knowing for sure, it’s still a matter of fact that of all the people that I held dearest to me on my sixteenth birthday, only my family would have been part of that group if I had never stumbled across those tickets. With all things considered, I guess would have to say that I am grateful for having found them.
So, what lies in store for a sixteen year old boy who seems to have the world in the palm of his hands? That, my friend, is another story… and one that I’ll only be too happy to tell — next time!