"Will I ever see Patricia again?" I asked.
Patty thought for a few moments. "I’ll tell you what. If I feel in a wicked mood, and we’re in a situation where we can’t hurt Toby or anybody else, I’ll let you know by calling you James."
I nodded. Is this how people broke up? It was an entirely new experience for me.
"Jim, you must understand that while Kristen says that she approves of the two of us being together, it still must hurt her on some level. She knows we don’t love each other, but any girl would want exclusivity in a relationship."
I hadn’t really thought of that. Kristen seemed to have fun when the three of us played together. But Patty seemed to understand the mind of females better than I did. She had raised a pretty good point.
Patty saw me thinking. "Consider this: What if Kristen wanted to blow Toby every morning before school? How would you feel about it?"
I tried to imagine Kristen with somebody else’s dick in her mouth. I shook my head to clear the horrible thought.
"See?" Patty asked. "Consider how she must feel. You must always consider her feelings, Jim. You are a wonderful boy, but you are still growing up. You need to treat Kristen special, and not give her any reason to doubt your feelings toward her. Remember yesterday at the party? Let me guess what happened."
"No, Patty," I said, not wishing to think about it.
"Yes, Jim," Patty was insistent. "Kristen brought you to her room. She offered to give you the one thing that no other girl had given you. And you turned her down. Right?"
"Kris told you?" I asked, not knowing how much the two girls gossiped when they were alone.
"No, but I’m a girl," Patty explained. "You turned her down, and look what she did. She threw you out. You rejected her, and look how she reacted. We really screwed up her mind with those tickets at Wendy’s house. I didn’t know her before that, but I’d wager a guess that what you did is still affecting her. She probably won’t admit it, but it’s true.
"Kristen is a fragile girl. She’s like a baby in some respects. She’s almost always got her way at home, and she thought she had friends at school. Her life was happy, and then you came into it and made her completely unsure of herself. She realized that her friends really weren’t her friends. She realized that some people might actually have reason to hate her. It was possibly the first time in her life that she realized this. She found out that her world was a lie! She’s not completely stable. So… just love her and make her know that you love her. It’s working wonders already."
Everything Patty said was true. I just hadn’t put it all together like that before. I didn’t know what to say.
Patty stopped fondling me, and kissed me. "Love her, Jim," she whispered. "I’ll still be around, and I’ll help out however I can. She needs a friend, and I saw that and became her best friend because I felt guilty at having been a part of what those tickets had done to her. But we’re really friends now, as close as Cammie and I are. But Kristen needs somebody to love her, also, and that’s going to be your job."
I nodded. "I’ll love her. I think you gave me the easy job."
Patty pulled away from me and shook her head. "No, Jim. Because you also have to let her know that you love her. Not just in words, but in everything you do. That music session the other day was wonderful. Do you know she listens to that cassette over and over?"
"Yeah. She was even playing it when she was pissed at me yesterday."
Patty smiled. "Just continue to be your normal loving self. Help her, she needs a friend, and I can help you there. But she needs somebody to actually love her."
The two of us were sitting on the benches, looking at each other. The sauna door opened and Kristen came back in. She noticed that my erection had gone down, and looked at Patty and back at my crotch.
Before I could react, Kristen dove for my cock, sucking it. I got hard inside her mouth. I expected Kristen to suck longer, but she got up almost immediately. "I… I’m sorry."
I was very confused. Why was Kristen apologizing?
Kristen said, "I thought… I thought Patty had made you shoot off, and I felt like I missed it. Sorry, Patty. I never felt that way before…" Her voice trailed off.
I stood up and hugged Kristen, whispering to her that everything was all right. I looked over to Patty whose expression said, "See what I was talking about?"
As I hugged Kristen, Patty got up and picked up the towel she was sitting on. "I need to cool off. I’ll be in the big pool."
Kristen left the sauna and said, "I’m really sorry. I never felt that way about Patty before. I mean, I told her myself she was welcome to do whatever she wanted with you, and here I come in, thinking that you guys had done something behind my back."
I continued hugging Kristen. "That’s all right, sweetheart. Patty and I didn’t do anything. In fact, she told me that she won’t be seeing me any more in the mornings."
"Oh, Jim!" Kristen cried out. "This must be so difficult for you!"
"No, Kris," I said gently. "It was quite easy, actually. It saved me from having to ask her to stop."
Kristen pulled out of the embrace and looked me in the eyes. "Are you serious?"
"Kristen… when you are in love with a Goddess, anything else is a let down."
Tears welled up in Kristen’s eyes, causing a bit of a chain reaction in mine. "I’m not a Goddess. A bitch, maybe, but not a Goddess."
"To my way of thinking, you’re beautiful, smart, sensuous, mischievous, and sweet. You’re like the Goddess of love… the one with curly hair."
"Curly hair?" Kristen asked, confused.
"Afro Dyty," I said, making the motions of running one of those "picks" through my hair.
Kristen looked confused but got it after a couple of seconds. She burst out in a fit of giggles, crinkling her nose. "You have a stupid sense of humor, Jim!"
The two of us burst out of the sauna, causing Patty to turn around in confusion and look at us to see what was wrong.
Without saying a word, Kristen and I dove into the pool and swam up to Patty. Kristen, an excellent swimmer, got there first, and I came up to her shortly after, making it a three way hug.
After our swim, we got dressed. I was getting used to wearing those slacks. Since it was getting late, I excused myself for a second and found Kristen’s kitchen. The refrigerator was huge, and I opened the freezer compartment. After a few seconds, I located a clear plastic container with little globs of chocolate in it. I smiled and pulled a cluster out of the container, and then found some cling wrap and sealed up the tiny cluster. I put it into my shirt pocket.
Kristen and Patty were in the den. Patty was watching a rerun of the Patty Duke show on the television set. Kristen was waiting for me, the keys to her Camaro in her hand. "Ready?" Kristen asked.
"Yup." It was five thirty. We had plenty of time to get me home before dinner. "Lead on, my fair Goddess!"
Patty looked up at me when I said that, smiling.
I smiled back at Patty and left with Kristen.
Chapter 18
The next morning, I woke up early, a habit that I got into when Patty had started coming over at dawn to give me my daily blow job. I had my usual morning erection, and I normally would have gone to the bathroom to relieve the hydraulic pressure that built up overnight.
But Patty wasn’t coming over today. In a way, I felt sad. Our mornings together had never been entirely sexual. Sure, I would receive a blow job, but I would usually reciprocate by giving Patty a back rub, something I found quite early that Patty really loved. Very occasionally, Patty would allow me to manipulate her, but she rarely achieved orgasm that way on those occasions; it was as if she was holding back from me. Anyway, more importantly, the times that we spent in the mornings were private times between the two of us when we could talk, most of the time about Kristen.