Kristen’s third orgasm was signaled by her hand suddenly tightening around my cock, a bit too tightly for me, but I didn’t complain. I looked at Kristen and saw that her eyes were glazed.
All in all, each of the girls, except Patrice and Merry, had experienced the magic of the water jets. I think that Patty had two minor orgasms. My little blonde Goddess had quite a few herself.
From the hot tub, we all dove into the larger pool, its cooler water being a welcome respite from the hot water. Wendy and Camille were throwing a beach ball, and Merry moved over to the shallow end to join them. Kristen, Patty and I stayed in the deep end. Patrice couldn’t decide where to go, and finally headed for the shallow end.
Kristen had a weird expression on her face. She was just hanging onto the side of the pool, about a foot away from the ladder.
"I’m hungry," Kristen said quietly.
"Want me to start the grill?" I asked, thinking it might be a bit early for lunch.
Kristen rolled her eyes.
Patty laughed and said, "Jim, for such a wonderful and understanding guy, you can be a little obtuse. Kristen is looking for a hot sausage."
I didn’t understand until Kristen grabbed me between the legs. Oh! THAT sausage!
Patty said, "Why don’t you two make yourselves scarce? I’ll cover for you."
Kristen looked at me, pleading with her eyes. I nodded in return, and the two of us ascended the ladder, and I turned away from the shallow end quickly to hide the tower of flesh that had appeared between my legs.
We grabbed some towels, and Kristen led me through her house into her bedroom. I was worried about tracking water through the house, but Kristen didn’t seem to care.
Once inside her room, Kristen looked upward and said, "Billy! Do not disturb. Sixty minutes. Announce your return."
"Ten four, Miss." The intercom clicked off.
Kristen eyed my cock hungrily. "I’ve been waiting nearly a week for this."
"How’s the cravings?"
"I can handle them. They seem to get stronger and stronger for about two days. Then it doesn’t get any stronger. At least, it hasn’t for the last four days. It’s sometimes distracting, especially if you’re around. But nothing I can’t handle."
I nodded.
Kristen pulled me to her and kissed me. It was gentle, sensual, seductive, and lovely. I hugged her body to mine, and my cock nuzzled her belly above her crotch.
"I want to give you my present. Right now. Fuck me."
I was taken aback. I had known that some day we’d do it, but the reality of the situation actually happening still came as a surprise. "Kristen… I don’t think…"
Kristen looked at me sharply. "Don’t think. Do it."
There was something in her voice that commanded authority. I recognized it, since I tended to use that same tone of voice with "Patricia."
I shook my head. I hadn’t decided how or when I wanted to lose my virginity, and now somebody — yes, somebody special — but somebody was deciding this for me. This was not the way I wanted it!
Kristen saw my reaction, and her own reaction was immediate. "Get the fuck out of here, Jim. Leave here and never come back!"
"But Kris…!"
"Don’t ever call me that again. Get the fuck out of here!"
There was no talking with her. She had made her mind up. Had I really fucked up?
I walked out of Kristen’s room in a daze, not knowing where to go.
Patty eventually found me wandering the halls. "Jim! What did you do?"
"I think I fucked up, but I’m not sure how," I said, still stunned that Kristen would throw me out like that.
"Come in here," Patty said, leading me into one of the guest rooms. It had some stuff on the dressers, unlike the last time I had seen it and I realized that it was Patty’s temporary living quarters.
Patty handed me a package. "Your other clothes are still wet," she told me.
Curious, I opened the package. In it was a pair of light brown slacks and a darker brown shirt.
"That was one of Kristen’s presents to you. Actually, from her father, since you never spent the hundred dollars he gave to all of us."
"Huh?"
"Kristen called me from her room, Jim," Patty said. "She’s pissed at you. She wants you to leave here and never come back."
"You’re kidding!" I said, still not believing this.
Patty shook her head. "I told you she was fragile. I think I know what you did, and I even know why you turned her down. But you didn’t think of her, Jim."
I was really being sent away? Kristen? My beautiful blonde Goddess? What did I do?
Patty said I turned Kristen down. Well, that was true, but Kristen didn’t even bother to listen to my reasons. I loved that girl! Didn’t she know it?
I pulled the new slacks on without any shorts. It felt funny, but I was in too much of a state of shock to think about it at the time.
Patty handed me the shirt.
I refused it. "No, Patty. I’m wearing this only to be decent. Can you take me and Merry home? Please?"
Patty had tears in her eyes, something that I was personally trying to hold back myself.
"Jim? Can I try to talk with Kristen? I know how she feels, and I know how you feel. Maybe she’ll listen to me."
"Why? She threw me out!"
"Jim, this is serious! If you leave here today, you will never be able to venture into this house again. You’ll be Persona Non Grata. Her family will never let you get near her. And her father will be able to get a court order for you to stay away from her at least five hundred yards! What do you think happened to Dale?"
Huh? Could Kristen do that? I didn’t need Patty to answer that. Kristen, and her family, could very well do that.
Patty saw the horror in my face. "Please, let me talk with her."
Patty left her room.
I was left in a room, not knowing exactly what I had done wrong. I mean, if a girl demands to be fucked, and a guy refuses, shouldn’t the girl at least listen to the guy’s reasons?
What if the situation was reversed? What if I demanded that Kristen fuck me, and threw her out of my life if she refused? Wouldn’t that make me a heartless beast? Why was it different for girls?
I realized that once again, I was in a funk at Kristen’s home during a party. This was starting to become a habit. Just a week ago, she promised to love me… even to marry me if I asked her. And now she was throwing me out like yesterday’s trash.
Patty had warned that Kristen’s ego was fragile, but did this excuse her for this kind of behavior?
I had a few people tell me a week or so ago that they never wanted to piss me off. I was thinking that even without tickets, Kristen was somebody you didn’t want to piss off, either. I was dealing with a totally different power, one that Kristen had an entire life to deal with.
Patty came back. "Jim, it’s bad. Kris is afraid that if she sees you again, you will give her a ticket and fuck with her mind again. I told you a while back that she was close to a nervous breakdown, and she may have gone over the edge."
"But what did I do, Patty?"
"You loved her, Jim. That’s what you did."
"Huh?"
"You were her first friend," Patty said, shaking her head. "You made her fall in love with you, and you pledged your love in return."
"And this makes me a monster?"
"I’ve warned you that she’s not completely stable after what we did to her at Wendy’s house," Patty said. I noticed that she had used the pronoun "we" including herself as one of the perpetrators. "I should have seen it when I found out about Dale. Kristen NEVER wielded that kind of power before. But now she’s used her father to punish a girl, and to change her class schedule to suit her. And it’s all due to us!"