JiMC - Title - Lucky Stiff

“Sure.”

We went into the closet where the extra leaves were for the dining room table. We selected one, and the two of us quickly inserted it into the table. We put a plastic tablecloth onto the table, making sure the ends were all even, since my mother was a stickler for details like that, especially with company.

“Jim?” Merry asked.

“What?”

“If Kristen is your Goddess, does that make you God?”

I sighed and answered with an old joke. “No. God’s name is Harold.”

“Harold?”

“Yeah. You know: Our father, who art in heaven. Harold be thy name…”

My step-sister looked at me as if I had two heads, but then broke out in giggles.

Good, I thought. I now have her vulnerable. I decided to spring the trap. “And where did you hear the name ‘Goddess,’ anyway?”

Merry blushed again, but didn’t answer.

I realized that I was going to have to watch out for that little spy.

Both Patty and Kristen had eaten at my house before, but never had they done so together. They arrived together at 5:30 exactly.

It only took me a second for me to see that Kristen was back in good spirits. She was smiling as I opened the door, and I welcomed her with a big kiss. Not wishing to have Patty feel left out, I gave her a small kiss as well.

I have described Kristen Swift as my “little blonde Goddess.” I believe the first time I ever used that expression was when I was describing her to Patty. Kristen was gorgeous in a classical sense. She had a round face, similar to the images you see of Cupid, except her cheeks weren’t as pudgy. She had long, straight, blonde hair that I just loved running my fingers through. She was about five feet, seven inches tall, and had a cute body with medium sized breasts. She exercised regularly, and her legs showed firm muscle definition, almost like a dancer’s legs.

Patty Nadal was Kristen’s and my best friend. She was a red haired senior and was one of the nicest people that I knew. I mentioned earlier that she had marvelous insights into other people. She was also a very caring individual, although she seemed to be moody occasionally.

When I first became friends with Patty, just a month or so before, she confided in me that she had suffered a traumatic rape in tenth grade that had once caused a lot of damage to her self-image. In a way that I still don’t completely understand, I helped her come to terms with those memories, and she was even starting to consider dating again.

I invited the two girls into the house, and Kristen noticed Merry immediately, smiled, then kissed her.

“We’re having noodles and sauce,” Merry announced.

“Jim told me,” Kristen replied.

“Hi, Merry,” Patty said, approaching my sister.

“Hi, Patty! Are you here for dinner, too?”

“Yeah. Your mom invited the two of us over tonight.”

Since Patty had Merry’s attention, I pulled Kristen with me, and we both went upstairs to my room.

Once my door closed, I asked Kristen the question that was worrying me all day. “How are you feeling?”

“I was boiling mad at Dale for her conniving manipulation of her cousin, and for trying to put you in a compromising position.”

I nodded, remembering how angry Kristen got when she heard Dale’s plan.

“Patty suggested that I let it go,” Kristen explained. “She pointed out that Dale can make it look like I’m harassing her if I do anything to her. And that would not be good. I’m still mad at Sherry, but Patty says that she really isn’t to blame for being duped like that.”

“Patty’s usually right about such things.”

Kristen nodded. “Time for a quickie?” she asked, looking at my groin.

I shook my head. “No, Kristen. With you, it will never be a ‘quickie.’ I want to make sweet and tender love with you, and never have to worry about time.”

Kristen swooned a bit, and fell into my arms. “I have the sweetest friends—and a most romantic charmer!”

“It’s difficult not to be a charmer with one so sweet as you, Kris.”

That earned me a long and tender kiss from my blonde Goddess.

After we broke off the kiss, I sat her down on my bed. “Kristen, I was talking with Cammy earlier today.”

Kristen nodded. “I know. Patty saw her in the lunchroom and asked her to talk to you.”

I brought Kristen up to date with what I had said to Sherry, and Camille’s suggestion for her to be on the cheerleading squad.

“Camille must have been joking,” Kristen said.

“Camille jokes a lot,” I admitted, “but I’ve never heard her joke about cheerleading. She takes that quite seriously.”

Kristen was thoughtful for a moment and said, “We might want to discuss this with Patty.”

“Good idea,” I agreed.

The two of us kissed again, then made our entrance downstairs.

Dinner was delicious, and both Kristen and Patty insisted on helping me clean the dishes. My mother had long since stopped complaining about guests, even Kristen, helping with chores. After dinner, Patty and Kristen went upstairs with me “to listen to some music,” as I explained to my parents.

My mother had no doubts about what Kristen and I did upstairs together, and she knew that I once had a sexual relationship with Patty. She probably wasn’t exactly sure what the three of us would do together, though—and she probably didn’t really want to know.

At one time, my Mom thought that I was dealing dope, which would explain why pretty twelfth graders were suddenly showing an interest in me, but she hadn’t mentioned anything to me about that in the last week or so. Even so, from time to time, I would notice that things in my room would move, subtly, as if my mother was looking for my non-existent stash. I didn’t have a problem with that, as she was just being a mother and being careful. I had nothing in my room that I needed to hide from my mother—not even Playboy magazines!

Once we got upstairs, Kristen sat Patty and me on my bed, and told me to explain to Patty what I had said about Sherry and Camille. She then knelt between my legs, unzipped my pants, and took out my penis. She then casually started to suck me in front of Patty.

I shrugged at Patty, who understood Kristen’s addiction. She saw Kristen do this before. Despite Kristen’s distraction, I explained to Patty as best I could about my trying to become friends with Sherry, and about Camille’s suggestion concerning cheerleader tryouts.

“Cammy has a good point,” Patty said. “Lynette and Camille have been on a crusade to make the cheerleaders more than just a popularity contest. This year, they have a killer squad. Too bad Cammy and Lynette are seniors. I don’t know who will take up the mantle next year.”

“So, what do you think of our ideas?” I asked Patty.

“Well, Jim,” Patty said slowly. “You can’t play with Sherry’s emotions. If she has an infatuation with you, then Cammy might be correct that if Sherry finds another interest, like cheerleading, she might forget about you, but I really don’t think it will be that simple. You must remember, however, that she might still resent you for ignoring her, and she probably sees Kristen as her competition.”

I winced. I hadn’t told either girl about Sherry’s outburst right after they had left.

“She does hate Kristen,” I said, softly.

Kristen moved off my dick with an audible pop. “Huh?”

“She thinks you hurt her cousin. And she told me that I’m in love with you only because of your money.”

“I thought she would think something like that,” said Patty. “You see, Kristen, you are the bad person in her mind. You stole Jim away from her, even if you had no idea how she felt.”

Kristen looked longingly at my erect phallus, and then back to Patty. “I was right about hating her, then.”