JiMC - Title - Lucky Tickets

Patrice tried to say something and failed again. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out. She finally said, "I don’t understand how you are doing this."

"Who the hell cares what you think, bitch?" I spat.

Again, Patrice’s immediate reaction wasn’t able to be communicated. I could see that she was getting more and more frustrated.

It was time to demonstrate my complete control now. "While you learn to keep a civil tongue in your head, come over to me and give me the sexiest kiss you know how."

This was met by another futile attempt to speak, accompanied by her getting up from her chair. I could see panic in her eyes as her body was betraying her thoughts.

"Please don’t…" she said softly before her lips met mine and muffled anything else she had to say.

She was kissing me! I felt her tongue touch my lips and I opened them in surprise. Her tongue snaked into my mouth.

The kiss felt wonderful, and I could see real fear in her eyes as she knew that she had absolutely no control over her body.

I touched my tongue to hers and our tongues played together. She must have done this before, I thought to myself. I wonder who she had done this with? Maybe I was going to learn her whole sexual history… and give her a new history to boot!

I moved my hands to her tiny breasts. They were a little bit bigger than Merry’s… but not by much. I could see from her eyes that my touching her wasn’t appreciated, but I didn’t give a rat’s ass about that at the moment. She was going to pay for all the shit she had been giving to me and all of Jack’s other friends.

Finally, I got bored with the kiss. I was ready for some action. I pushed her away.

Patrice stood there looking at me. She didn’t make any attempt to run away; it would have been futile if she tried. One word from me would stop her cold.

But what if I couldn’t say anything? I never told her that she couldn’t hurt me!

"Patrice, you will not hurt me under any circumstances."

I saw her eyes open wide. Maybe she had been thinking of the same thing!

What else was I missing?

"Patrice, you will ensure that I won’t be hurt by anyone or anything else."

I couldn’t think of any loopholes now.

But Patrice was older than me. She probably had a more devious mind. "Patrice, you will not attempt to escape from me, or do anything to harm me directly or indirectly. If you can think of anything that I may have overlooked, you will inform me as soon as you think of it."

That was the best I could do at such short notice. I would have to come up with some standard "disclaimer" when I did something like this again. But that was for the future.

I was thinking of having Patrice think of me as the most sexy man in the world, and almost gave her that command, when it struck me that this would probably give her a break. I most certainly did not want her to enjoy my control over her. I wanted her to experience the humiliation that she had heaped on me and others over the years.

"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Patrice, softly.

"Because I can," I answered. "And because you are a first class bitch. And a first class bitch deserves to be punished."

I didn’t know where I wanted to go from here. A spanking from a younger boy would certainly be humiliating. Having sex with me would also be humiliating. How far did I want to push this?

"Patrice, sit down. Let’s have a talk."

I motioned to the sofa and she sat down, and I sat next to her. I put my hand on her knee. Her arm went up automatically to put my hand off of her, but she quickly thought better of that. I grinned at her.

"Answer me truthfully. Yes or no… are you a virgin?"

"Yes," she said in a smallish voice.

"Maybe not for long," I sneered.

Patrice blanched.

"I have some questions regarding sex. You will answer me to the best of your knowledge. You will give me any personal information that is applicable to my question. OK?"

Patrice nodded meekly.

I thought of what Jack said before. "Are you on the rag right now?"

Patrice shook her head no.

"What does that expression mean?"

Patrice explained about menstruation. It turned out that I had already had some inkling about it from roundabout things that Merry and my mother said in conversations.

Patrice also told me about her periods. Hers were quite regular, ever since she went on the pill on her seventeenth birthday.

"You are using birth control?" I asked.

Yes, she nodded.

"And you are still a virgin?" I asked. I thought all girls on the pill were sluts.

"Yes. I’m waiting for…" She looked at me with pleading eyes. "For the right guy. Before I… you know…"

"You’ve never had sex?" I asked.

"No… not really…"

"The entire truth, Patrice," I told her.

"I let Ricky Lane touch my breasts… and I felt his thing…"

Ricky Lane was a kind of nerdy guy in high school. I never knew that he and Patrice were an item. Jack had never said anything.

"Is he the only one?" I asked.

"No," Patrice answered. She seemed like she was going to end it there, but she blurted out, "I gave head to Donny Erickson back in junior high on a dare."

I had never heard of him. "Who’s Donny Erickson?"

"He left two years ago when his parents moved to California."

"What is head? " I asked. I had heard the expression, but it had never been explained.

"Oh, god!" Patrice said, mostly to herself. She looked at me and explained. "It’s when you take a boy’s… thing… in your mouth… and rub it and suck it…"

This sounded like something interesting!

"Do you make him shoot?" I asked, getting into it.

Patrice closed her eyes, as if this wasn’t a happy memory for her. "He… Donny did, the pig! In my mouth. On my chin. Over my blouse…"

Gross! I don’t think I’ll be giving head any time soon! "And that’s called head? " I asked.

"Yes. Or a blow job. Or sucking dick," Patrice answered. It seemed like she didn’t like the other terms much.

I had heard of blow jobs, and now Patrice had confirmed to me what they were. "Oral sex?" I asked.

"Yes. Except that head is more specific when a girl does it to a guy."

"You mean, guys can give oral sex to girls?" I asked, confused by the mechanics.

"Umm… a guy… or a girl for that matter… can lick a girl in her… pussy. It’s supposed to feel pretty good, like when a girl sucks a guys… thing."

"You mean, if a guy were to lick your… pussy… it would feel good to you?" I asked.

I could see that Patrice was getting embarrassed. She nodded her head. "Nobody’s ever licked me there. But Betty told me that she and her cousin…" Patrice got red.

"Betty who?" I asked, going through the Betty’s that I knew in my head.

"Betty Elders," Patrice answered. "My best friend. But please! Don’t tell her I told you. She’d never talk to me again!"

"Don’t worry. You said that Donny was a pig for shooting in your mouth. Isn’t that the idea?" I asked.

"Well, a guy is supposed to let a girl know, and then she can decide what she wants to do. Give him a hand job… you know, pumping him with her hand… or taking it in her mouth."

"And Donny didn’t let you know?" I asked.

"It was the first time I’d ever did anything with a guy. I didn’t know he was going to come, and I didn’t think he’d come in my mouth!"

" Come means to shoot sperm?" I asked.

Patrice looked at me as if I was stupid. She was going to say something to that effect, but my previous command to only talk to me with respect prevented her. She closed her eyes and said, "Yes. Come. Orgasm. Shoot. Erupt. And about a thousand other words, I guess."

I asked Patrice a number of other questions. Back then, kids weren’t really told the facts of life, and what they were told didn’t have the explicitness of what I was being told by Patrice.