Not having Patty coming over any more would take some getting used to, and I hoped it wasn’t too difficult to handle. Patty had actually told me a lot in the time we spent alone in Kristen’s sauna, and her remarks rang true. Kristen was indeed fragile, and needed constant love and attention. As her boy friend, a large part of that would have to be provided to Kristen by me.
I had told Patty that was the easy part, but Patty reminded that in addition to just loving Kristen, I needed to remind her constantly that I did, and not just in words.
I smiled as I thought about the music session I had arranged for Kristen, singing "Hooked on a Feeling," complete with a twenty person male chorus doing the "Ouga Chaka" chants. I had picked that song mostly because of Kristen’s mild addiction to me, and also because I had felt a need to do something special for Kristen. The direction of the song was a bit wrong, since it was Kristen that "got it bad for me" instead of me, the singer, having it bad for her. But, to tell you the truth, the sentiment was still true. I was in my own way hooked on her as well, although not as physically addicted as she was.
Patty told me that Kristen listened to that cassette I made her over and over, and I knew that Kristen had been listening to that cassette after she had her blow-up with me at my birthday party. Indeed, Kristen told me that she listened to that cassette whenever she looked at a picture that Wendy had taken of Kristen blowing me, and I could only wonder what fantasies or memories that Kristen would have while doing so.
What else could I do special for Kristen? I could probably make another tape, especially with Mr. Proilet having me do some after school work with people that knew how to handle electronics. I idly wondered what I could do for an encore for Kristen.
I smiled as I remembered playing the flute for Kristen at the flea market, playing the James Pankow song, "Colour My World." I thought about its simple lyrics: plain, simple, and to the point. I could easily utter them to Kristen. Doing it didn’t require much in the way of participation: a piano, bass, and a flute. I could do everything except the bass if I were to use a real multi-track system.
Something nagged at me about that, though. I mean, here I was just thinking about doing rip-off covers of things other people had done. Anybody could hike a trail that was so clearly marked, but it took a lot of talent to actually blaze a new trail in the first place. A cover of the Chicago song would be nice, but it ultimately wouldn’t be fulfilling to me.
As I contemplated these things, I was surprised when my bedroom door opened up, and Patty and Kristen let themselves into my room. They were both dressed in similar dresses, identical except for color. Kristen’s was light blue and Patty’s was pale green.
The two girls saw my look of shock and giggled. Kristen said, softly, "I convinced Patty to come here one last time. Is that all right with you?"
I nodded, still quite surprised. "Um… can you let me go to the bathroom first?"
Kristen said, "Oh… I guess so."
I threw off the covers. I had slept wearing only pajama bottoms, and my erection poked out of the front. Both girls giggled again when they saw the morning wood.
"Let’s give him a kiss before he leaves us," Kristen suggested.
The two girls looked at one another and as if on cue, they both knelt down on either side of me and moved their heads toward my erection.
I couldn’t let this happen! I knelt down and kissed both girls quickly. "We have time for this later," I said, hoping that they wouldn’t be insulted that I didn’t allow them to taste my cock.
Kristen looked a little frustrated, probably as a result of her addiction. "I’ll be right back. I promise," I assured the two of them, and swiftly left my room.
Instead of heading for the bathroom, I ran downstairs into the freezer in my kitchen, and retrieved my little present for Kristen. I then ran back upstairs and relieved myself — with a bit of difficulty due to the stimulation from the girls.
Back in my room, I found that the two girls were still dressed. This was a bit of a surprise, since the girls usually stripped the first thing when they entered my room in the mornings. I shrugged and went over to my bed and sat down, looking at my two lovelies.
Kristen’s smile was forced, I could see. She was not happy for me making her wait before tasting my cock.
"Kris… before you start, I have a surprise for you."
Kristen looked doubtful. "Another one?"
I ignored her remark, and quickly reached underneath my bed and pulled a single ticket out of my bag. Patty looked shocked as I handed it to Kristen.
"You have one wish," Kristen said.
"Jim… that’s not a good…" Patty started.
"Shh," I said. "I thought this through." I looked up at Kristen and said, "I want you to be aware of this wish, Kristen."
Kristen only nodded, not "finalizing" the wish with "Your wish is my command." I had hoped that would be the case, but I’d use as many tickets as necessary to get this particular wish done.
"Kristen, do you remember your addiction to my dick and my sperm?"
Kristen nodded again, confused. She seemed perfectly aware of what I was saying, unlike most people when under the powers of a ticket, although she was still standing expectantly awaiting my wish.
"Kristen, you are also addicted to this," I said, handing her a single peanut from the chocolate covered peanut cluster. "In fact, you will find that you can satisfy your craving with any dark chocolate covered peanut, and it will also satisfy any other addictions that I may have given you, although you won’t have any cravings for this whatever."
"Your wish is my command."
Patty had a surprised look on her face. I had my fingers crossed, hoping that this wish would forever cure Kristen’s addiction to me, personally.
Kristen looked confused, and thought a bit. She then popped the peanut into her mouth. After a second or two, I saw a big smile come to her face.
Kristen actually managed to tackle me this time, throwing her body on top of mine with such force that the entire family must have heard it. I didn’t mind, though. If anybody came in, we were all fully clothed (well, I just had on my bottoms, but that would be enough), although the situation would indeed be compromising. "Jim!" she said, interrupting herself by smothering my face full of kisses. "It worked!" More kisses. "It really worked!"
Patty still looked surprised, and then she smiled at the two of us.
I was proud of myself: I think that I had finally managed to counter one of the biggest problems that those tickets had caused me. It had taken a lot of thought, but I figured that if I couldn’t cancel Kristen’s addiction, the next best thing would be to give her something she could use to ease the craving — the same technique was used in methadone clinics, which we learned about during assemblies at school which attempted to teach the students about the horrors of drug addiction. I had also just given her a single chocolate-covered peanut, so that it shouldn’t cause any other unpleasant side effects like making her gain a ton of weight by having her need a lot of them.
I started kissing Kristen back, and we continued in this manner for a couple of minutes.
Kristen finally pushed herself off of me. "And I thought I was going to surprise you this morning! I can’t thank you enough. I’m going to have to stop jumping to conclusions about you."