Kristen changed the subject. "How’s your weekend shaping up?"
"Well, Patty has a date tomorrow afternoon," I told Kristen. "I think she’s falling for Toby. If she does…" I let the thought drop.
"Then you will start having lonely mornings, huh?"
"Yeah," I said. "I was sort of getting used to them."
Kristen smirked, "Oh, I might be able to help you with that."
"But your addiction…!"
Kristen shook her head. "It will probably be around whether or not we do things together. But you seem to enjoy me, and I know that I enjoy being with you. I don’t mind!"
"I’d feel very funny if Patty comes over tomorrow morning, Kris."
"Why?"
"She has a date. I don’t think it’s… proper…"
"You don’t mind her doing you before we go out on a date, Jim."
I had no response to that.
Kristen smiled. "You’re going to miss Patty, aren’t you?"
"Um… yeah…" I didn’t know exactly how to answer her question.
"Well," Kristen said, "Patty’s not going anywhere. I know she enjoys you as much as you enjoy her."
"I think I need to think about this."
Kristen looked around. The cafeteria was crowded. "Hey? You know any place around here where we could be… you know… private?"
My music teacher had given me full run of the music room, and I also knew it was unoccupied during fourth period. "Yeah. Come with me."
I led Kristen to the music room, and after entering it, I turned on the red light. That was a "DO NOT ENTER" light that indicated that a rehearsal or recording was happening. Students and faculty alike abide by it instinctively.
The floor was dusty, and I wasn’t completely sure what Kristen had planned.
Kristen wasted no time. She pulled me into a deep kiss, and then whispered to me. "Touch me. Pull my dress up and touch me through my panties."
I did so. I had missed touching Kristen like this so much.
Kristen rubbed me as well, through my jeans. It wasn’t as exciting as bare skin contact, but I had no complaints.
In about ten minutes, the bell indicating the end of the period went off. We disentangled from each other, neither one of us having yet achieved release.
I had a bit of difficulty making it to my next period, but I managed. I could only imagine how Kristen felt; while we were kissing, I could almost feel her craving for me. It seemed a lot stronger than she had been letting on.
I met Kristen at the end of the day. We saw Patty and Toby walking, holding hands. I turned to Kristen. "Do you think Toby will want to be a member of our little group?"
Kristen thought about it. "I think we should let Patty decide if he’s the right kind of person, huh?"
I nodded. That seemed like a smart course. "Yeah."
Kristen drove me to her house, and dragged me straight to her play room. She lay down on the plush carpet, and pulled me on top of her.
We dry humped for about an hour. Again, the clothing between us prevented us from maximizing our pleasure, but we found ourselves just reveling in the feeling of our bodies close to touching each other.
I rolled Kristen over, and straddled her ass. I started giving her one of my best back rubs, combining the relaxing rubs that Patty so liked with the more intimacy that Kristen and I shared.
After about a half hour, I noticed that Kristen had stopped moving. Carefully, I moved off from on top of her, and looked closer.
Kristen was blissfully asleep, her cravings for me mercifully gone, at least for the moment. She woke up an hour or so later and took me home.
I slept like a baby that night, the make-out session between Kristen and me having relieved the tensions that I didn’t realize that I had been feeling over the past week without Kristen’s closeness.
Patty woke me up with her gentle sucking, once again reminding me about Kristen’s wonderful technique. I felt a bit of a pang, knowing that Patty would be going out on a date with Toby later on. The pang wasn’t of jealousy, but a sadness that Patty’s time with me would eventually end.
I excused myself to relieve the biological pressure that my kidneys had accumulated during the night, promising Patty a back rub upon my return. I noticed Patty getting dressed and I shrugged. Occasionally, Patty liked back rubs skin to skin, but sometimes she dressed herself.
I came back to my room to find not only Patty on my bed, but Merry was lying next to her.
I smiled, thinking Patty was pretty smart to have gotten dressed before Merry arrived. I started giving Patty a back rub.
"Good morning, Shortcake. What are you doing in here?"
"I saw you give Patty a back rub at Kristen’s," Merry explained. "It looked like fun. I asked Patty yesterday morning if I could join her today, and she said yes."
"OK. But just this once," I said, not wanting Merry to get into the habit of jumping into bed with me.
Merry grinned.
I did some of my best work that morning.
Both girls looked completely refreshed as they headed downstairs for breakfast.
My mother said, "Good morning, Patty. How is your aunt doing?"
Patty lowered her eyes. "She’s not doing very well. My mother is doing her best, but with her being away, the bills may start to pile up. I may just have to look for a job to help her make ends meet."
"Oh, dear," my mother said. "If I see any jobs, I’ll be sure to let you know."
"Thanks, Mrs. Cummings," Patty said.
That put a damper on the conversation. I tried to change the subject. "You have a date with Toby today, right?"
Patty visibly brightened, "Yeah. We’re going to Vaughn’s, near the mall."
My mother nodded.
I smiled, having been there with Kristen and the girls.
Merry said, "Are you gonna order that Belly Buster thingie?"
Patty laughed. "Not on a date, silly. You don’t want a boy friend to think you’ll eat him out of house and home."
"And what are your plans, Jim?" my mother asked.
"Patty’s driving me to Kristen’s. We’re just going to hang out, I think."
My mother nodded.
Merry piped up. "Will you be going swimming? Kristen has a bitchin'… I mean, really neat pool."
My mother’s ears pricked up when Merry used the "B" word, but Merry’s expression was one of pure excitement, and she forgave the youngster without saying anything. "Now, Merry. You don’t want to be a pest to Kristen and Jim."
"Oh, mom," I protested. "Merry’s hardly ever a pest. At least anymore." I smiled at my step-sister, who looked just a bit insulted at the "anymore" remark. "Patty will be around until the afternoon. There’s no reason we can’t invite Merry, but I’ll call Kristen."
Patty interrupted. "No need to call, Jim."
"Huh?"
"Kristen already invited her, knowing how much she enjoyed herself last weekend."
"Oh," I said. "I wasn’t told."
Patty grinned. "Everybody seemed to have such a great time last weekend, that Kris wanted to do it again. You can’t blame her for that."
I found myself grinning. "No. I can’t."
Turning to my mother, I asked, "You don’t mind if Merry joins us?"
My mother said, "Well, if she’s invited…"
Patty said, "Indeed. Merry’s quite adorable, Mrs. Cummings."
Merry blushed, but beamed at the compliment. Without even asking for permission, she bolted from the table to go upstairs and get a bathing suit and towel.
The three of us giggled at Merry’s youthful vigor.
"Are you sure she’s not going to be a problem?" my mother asked.
"Nah," I said, agreeing with Patty. "Everybody loves her. And Merry loves the hot tub."