"Now how do you feel about Barbie now?"
I finally realized what Kristen had been going on about. I was dressing up Kristen the same way that a younger girl would dress up a Barbie doll, although I doubt that Barbie had a line of exotic lingerie.
"I can see the attraction," I grinned.
"The other package is a matching bra."
I wasted no time putting the bra onto Kristen. It also had one of those butterfly/bow connectors, but I now knew how it worked. I wondered how a female would put it on behind her back, though.
"Wow. This is even more lovely than seeing you naked! Your dark nipples really stand out in that!"
Kristen beamed at the praise.
"Um… have you ever worn this bra before?"
"Yeah. When I got it. Why?"
"How do you put it on. I mean, the loops are so tiny…"
Kristen smiled. She pulled her bra straps down from her shoulders and wiggled them off her arms. I loved that motion, mentally filing it in my memory banks under "ways that I love Kris to move."
Then, Kristen rotated the bra around her so that the cups were on her back. The bow was easily accessible to her now.
"Wow! You’re pretty sharp, Kris! At least for a Barbie doll!"
Kristen’s nose crinkled in that adorable way of hers as she laughed. "I’m not a Barbie doll!"
"Yes you are. At least for now. Or at least you’re a Beautiful Krissie doll. You do have the beautiful hair… does it grow?"
Kristen continued giggling, while I rotated the bra around and moved her arms back into the straps. "No. I don’t normally like being called Krissie… but, I think that’s cute, actually."
"I like it, too."
I had Kristen model the bra and panty set for me for about fifteen minutes. I noticed, but pretended not to, that Kristen’s panties were showing a teensy bit of dampness, telling me that Kristen was getting as much a kick out of posing as I did watching her.
During the entire time, my dick was creating a tent in my slacks, something that did not escape Kristen’s attention.
Finally, Kristen said, "Are you bored with your Krissie doll, or are you gonna finish dressing her."
"I’m still thinking about ripping them both off with my teeth."
"Ooh, you’re getting expensive tastes! That bra was a hundred dollars by itself, Jim."
"I’ll have to wait until I win a lottery," I said.
I couldn’t stand it any more. I moved over to where Kristen was standing and started kissing her fiercely. "My, my," Kristen said. "Looks like I got my money’s worth if that’s the reaction I get!"
I finally stopped ravishing my Goddess. "What does my Krissie want to wear?"
It was no surprise to me that Kristen had a brown outfit all picked out. As I was dressing her up in it, I noticed that the colors matched my outfit exactly. I also got an education in the intricacies of womens' apparel, which was an order of magnitude more complex that what they give us clumsy males.
Chapter 17
Kristen and I ate at Vaughn’s, which we were starting to think of as "our place," for dinner. Once again, I couldn’t convince Kristen to order the Belly Buster dessert.
After dinner, we returned to Kristen’s house, where the two of us spent the night together in Kristen’s play room. It was a special time for the two of us, our first "night together" and we spent our time, hugging, kissing, nuzzling, and orally pleasuring each other.
I think I fell asleep first, because the last thing I remember that night was that I was holding Kristen in my arms. When I awakened in the wee hours of the morning, I noticed that Kristen had shifted position was sleeping in a near fetal position with her lips wrapped around my dick.
I looked at the lovely sight. I knew that Kristen was still asleep, but I could still feel her tongue occasionally swipe at my shaft or the tip.
I started to consider Kristen’s addiction to my cock and to the sperm that it emitted. I know, for example, the I was directly responsible for Kristen’s addiction, having used the lucky tickets to physically change her in some way. Her actions right now were a prime example of that: even while she was unconscious, her mouth still seemed to feel required to give me little lick every now and then.
When I had given Kristen that addiction, I had no idea that it would have had such a long-lasting effect on her. I had been thinking at the time that I’d humiliate her by making her have to come to me, repeatedly, and have to beg to service me. It was a power trip, pure and simple, fueled by my mistaken belief that Kristen had been responsible for breaking up the friendship I had with Patrice.
Almost immediately thereafter, I began to regret what I had done to Kristen. Had I really thought it proper to force Kristen to orally service me in front of my friends? And to add fuel to the fire, I actually turned her into a cock-junkie. At the time I did it, I really didn’t consider the consequences.
Now my mind was dealing with some harsh realities. Despite the fact that Kristen and I were lovers now, her sucking at this very moment wasn’t consensual. In fact, her conscious mind probably wasn’t even aware that she was doing so. Isn’t that a form of forcing a girl to have sexual relations?
I wasn’t sure about the legal definition of rape in the state of Illinois, but it almost definitely would be the act of causing a person to perform sexual relations with another person without their consent.
I considered my use of my tickets to obtain sexual favors. From the start, I never once really considered getting the girls' consent. I had known that none of the girls that I used the tickets on would ever consider giving me their consent. Even my first use, inspecting Meredith’s nude body while she slept, may even be considered to fit within that definition. And then there was Patrice and Marla. I never asked for their consent, either.
Then there was Patty, Camille, and Wendy. Once again, I didn’t have their consent when I first glimpsed their nude bodies in the moonlight at Kneely Park, since I had forced their consent with the tickets.
Even if all most of those things could be said to be in the grey areas of the law, I do know that I had probably crossed the line in two circumstances.
The first time was with Patrice. Yes, I was naive, and I mostly wanted to get first hand knowledge about sex from somebody more mature than Meredith. And, I had done so while I was completely pissed off at Patrice for referring to me as a loser. I was going to show her, wasn’t I?
There was no consent whatsoever from Patrice when she blew me that one time. She did so because she had no choice. I must have felt some sort of pangs of regret then, since I also forced her to forget the entire situation. So, despite the fact that I had covered my tracks with Patrice, it was almost definitely still rape.
Then there was Kristen.
My initial desire with Kristen, as with Patrice, was to simply humiliate her, but in a more public fashion. I forced her to blow me, then I made her addicted to my cock and its precious cargo, and then I sent her out topless, totally vulnerable to the entire world. That was definitely rape. And there were three witnesses to the event, three people that still knew about it and might even be called on as witnesses if the police were ever informed.
I only really felt any remorse about Kristen the next day, when I found that my forcing an addiction on her turned her into a cock-junkie, who could only get her fix by arranging my services through Patty, and knowing that she’d have to pay me each time she sucked me. I had never really considered that the power of those tickets was so strong that it could do something like that to a person in less than twenty-four hours.