Patty was pleasantly surprised to see me, and insisted that the two of us sit in Camille’s back seat. I turned to Camille and said, "You can just pretend you’re our chauffeur!"
Patty and Camille snorted at that, and Camille took it in stride.
On the way to the airport, Patty told me much the same things that Camille had already repeated from Patty. I told her that I understood, and that Camille and I were already trying to get a bit closer.
At the airport, we walked Patty to the gate. Due to some weird freak of nature, the flight was unfortunately on time. As Camille and I gave Patty a farewell hug, I assured her that all of us wanted her mother to know that we expressed our condolences.
It was almost four when we got back to the car, and Camille drove me home. We didn’t say much, thinking about how our close friend would be gone for a week.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" Camille asked.
"You told me that Kristen was going to pick me up tonight."
"Oh, yes," Camille smiled, her long blonde hair looking very much like Kristen’s. For a moment, I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, but checked that behavior. "Please, Jim. Call me Cammie."
"All right, Cammie."
After Camille dropped me off, I considered for one of the first times how much Camille and Kristen resembled one another. They both had long blonde hair, although their faces were different: Camille actually looked a bit like Marcia Brady from the television show, whereas Kristen’s face was much rounder (lovelier to my way of thinking). I knew from seeing Camille nude that her pubic hair was much darker than Kristen’s as well.
If Camille wanted me to be her friend, I’d let her, and I’d try to reciprocate. However, I made up my mind that I would not in any way endanger my relationship with the love of my life by having sex with Camille. Her attitude toward sex was too casual for me; the one person that I wanted was Kristen.
Chapter 19
Kristen’s car arrived in front of my house at about seven that evening, and I told my mother I’d be back before ten, my curfew on school nights.
Inside the Camaro, I was surprised to see Patrice in the back seat. I had wanted to talk with her, and I’d been thinking of how to arrange a time when the two of us could be alone. I made a mental note to try to work out a time with Patrice when we could talk.
As I mentioned before, Patrice had been a friend of mine until she reached junior high, and was only now being nice to me again. However, she seemed shyer than I had remembered her to be, and she also seemed hesitant to be close to me. I wanted to find out why she seemed to feel that way, and if there was anything I could do.
Kristen smiled as I got into the car. "What’s the attaché case for?"
"I told Mom that you might help me with my homework," I said, grinning.
"Good thinking," Kristen said. "I have tomorrow night planned. Did you tell your mom about that yet?"
"No. I’ll need to do it when I get home." I sighed, trying to figure out how to tell my mother that I’m spending the night with Kristen… on a school night, even!
"OK. Don’t put it off, Jim."
We drove to Kristen’s place in silence, and the three of us went upstairs to Kristen’s play room.
Once the door was closed, Kristen told Billy that we were Do Not Disturb, but to remind us, wherever we were, when it was a quarter to ten.
I thought that this was strange, as Kristen only used the Do Not Disturb code when the two of us were playing around.
Kristen looked at Patrice and said, "Vanessa, to the kitchen."
Patrice nodded silently and disappeared into the next room.
"Vanessa?" I asked, confused.
"It’s her middle name. I’ll explain in a few minutes. Have a seat."
Kristen’s tone commanded authority, and I instinctively did as I was told and sat down on one of Kristen’s easy chairs. Kristen didn’t say anything more, but sat down on a love seat.
A minute passed without anything else being said, until Kristen yelled, "VANESSA! NOW!"
Patrice came out of the kitchen. My jaw dropped as I saw that she was completely nude.
"Yes, ma’am," Patrice said.
"Introduce yourself to James," Kristen ordered.
Patrice glanced nervously at Kristen, and then slowly moved toward me. She then knelt down between my legs. My dick, which had started getting hard when I saw Patrice’s nudity, got harder as I recognized Patrice’s obviously subservient position. She quietly but quickly unbuttoned my slacks, and then pulled down the zipper. She grabbed the waistband and I lifted my butt as she pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles.
I watched in stunned silence as Patrice did this. She then looked up at me and said, "I’m Vanessa," and bowed her head and put my dick into her mouth. She crossed her hands in front of her, each hand placed on an opposite thigh. My mouth was agape as she knelt there, not sucking me.
Kristen said, "Very good, Vanessa. Just as I asked."
I was confused as all hell. Why was Patrice doing this to me? Why was she letting Kristen order her around? And why was she being called Vanessa?
"I can see you’re confused, James," Kristen said, smiling. "I’ve had a long talk with Patrice this afternoon after school. I told her that I noticed that she seemed very uncertain about being with you. Isn’t that right, Vanessa?"
Patrice moved her head up, turned it around to face Kristen. "Yes, Ma’am," she said, and quickly resumed her position with my penis in her mouth.
Kristen continued. "For some reason, Patrice was scared of you. She said that she wasn’t sure why. But she also wanted to be a regular member of our circle of friends, and felt that her hesitation about being close to you could interfere with that. When I explained about our weekly nocturnal sessions, for instance, she didn’t know if she’d be able to participate. I felt quite bad for her."
Kristen looked down at Patrice, who was still holding my erect penis in her mouth. Kristen continued, "Anyway, I swore Patrice to secrecy, and then took the liberty of telling her about the way you and Patty would play together. I told her that it was completely voluntary on Patty’s part, but she liked taking your orders. I explained to Patrice how Patty described her feelings about it. I hope you’re not angry with me for telling Patrice about that, but I thought it could help."
I was surprised that Kristen would tell Patrice about the game that Patty and I played. "I don’t think I’m angry, but you should really tell Patty." I looked down at Patrice’s black hair in my lap. She still wasn’t moving. I felt a bit of her saliva drooling down my shaft, but it was not an unpleasant feeling.
Kristen nodded. "I talked about it with Patty the other day, actually. It was her suggestion. But to get back to the point, I convinced Patrice that it might be a good idea to do the same thing, with me telling her what to do. I warned her that I would almost definitely have her do things to you, and she said she would, within reason. Isn’t that correct, Vanessa?"
Once again, Patrice moved her head up and confirmed Kristen’s statement before resuming her position with her head bowed and my dick in her mouth.
I asked, "But why the name Vanessa?"
Kristen smiled. "Patrice is her full name; it’s not Patricia, like Patty’s is. And calling her Patricia when Patty might be around could confuse the two of them. So, we agreed to use her middle name, which is Vanessa."
Patrice was still kneeling quietly, holding my penis in her mouth, still not sucking or trying to get me off in any way. It was an erotic sight, not to mention the feeling of her warm lips around my shaft.
"Anyway," Kristen continued. "I told her that she would have to introduce herself to you, and she has done so… an outstanding job, I must say. And now, Vanessa has something she would like to say."