Johnny Pulaski Chapter 18

Posted: April 13, 2006 - 12:12:23 am

It was nice not having to deal with Tony Rochelli's insults and jibes

when school started back on the Tuesday after the MLK long weekend. Tony

was still on in-school suspension for the next two days, no one, me

included, knew that the axe was going to fall on his head that Saturday

night. The Cavanaughs kept Shelia home from school all the rest of the

week. The flu was the reason the school received and it was the story

Tony got when he was unable to talk to her on the phone all week.

Not being able to drive my truck to school did not turn out to be the

inconvenience I thought it would, thanks to the Hoffmans. Michelle

picked me up in the morning and took me home on the days without

baseball practice. On the days we practiced, Stan drove me home. I liked

riding to school with Michelle; it seemed to start my day off right. I

studied Michelle on the sly as we rode to school Tuesday morning

wondering if there would be something about her that announced she was

no longer a virgin. If there was, I couldn't see it.

On Wednesday morning we were no sooner out of my driveway when she said,

"Honey we have a problem."

Don't you just love conversations that start that way?

"What kind of problem, Shelly?" I asked warily.

"The-us-not-having-sex-for-three-days-and-I'm-climbing-the-walls- kind,"

she replied.

"Oh," I said brightly.

"Yeah, oh, you got me addicted to the Kong and it's your responsibility

to see that I get a fix any time I need one. Got it?"

I got it. I teased her all the way to school and any time we were

together for the rest of the day. On the way home I played with her

through her cute little Super Girl panties until she was sloshing. As

soon as we were inside my front door I grabbed her up and threw her over

my shoulder. I carried her into the family room, put her down, spun her

around and pushed her across the back of the couch. She kicked and

squealed as I unzipped, pulled the gusset of her panties aside and

pushed into her. I swear she was so wound up she started coming before I

was all the way in. I managed to hold on until she came again before I

unloaded. We gasped and panted still joined for a minute, before I

pulled out. Michelle stood up dizzily and sagged against me.

"I came so hard I think I passed out for a few seconds," she said, her

voice tinged with awe.

I didn't say anything; I just picked her up and carried her upstairs.

With the edge off my own horniness I was able to concentrate on helping

Michelle make up for lost time. Michelle went home an hour later, her

normally tidy little pussy awash with our juices. She was a happy camper

as I walked her to her car.

"Now that's the way the Sultan is supposed to take care of his Head

Concubine," she said.

Tony Rochelli was a fixture around the school again starting Thursday.

He glared at me a few times but stayed away from me when our paths crossed.

That afternoon our baseball team had its first practice game. We played

a local community college team on their home field. It was a pretty good

game, even though they beat us seven to four. We had some bats on our

team and our defense was solid. The only area where we were really

lacking was in pitching. Coach was searching high and low for a quality

starter, and one guy who could toss a couple of good middle innings out

of the pen. Of course about twenty Major League coaches had the same lament.

When the coach canvassed us players about it, I had one nebulous lead

for him, Caroline Hernandez's brother, Juan Junior. Juan was a freshman

on the JV soccer team already but I recalled Caroline saying Juan Senior

had been a minor star as a catcher in some Mexican league. Who knows,

maybe it ran in the family. It would be unusual for a freshman to make

the varsity team but not unprecedented. I went to visit the Hernandezs'

after dinner that night. I sat down with Mr. Hernandez and Juan and

explained why I was there.

I was there making my pitch (I am */sooo/* punny) at a perfect time for

young Juan, because his soccer career had seriously jumped the tracks.

Young Juan, or JJ as his friends called him, had reached puberty just as

he started the ninth grade. In the last half year Juan Junior had grown

at an alarming rate and appeared to be set to inherit his father's big

stock build instead of his mother's slender lithesome one. He was

rapidly loosing the foot speed he had only six months ago. In the end,

Juan Junior agreed to a tryout during PE the next day.

Friday afternoon JJ was throwing batting practice. Coach pulled me aside

and congratulated me on my discovery; he said the kid had tons of raw

talent. Coach said in his estimation, Juan the younger could be another

Fernando Valenzuela. What's more, JJ told the coach about his father's

ability to teach pitchers based on his experiences in the Mexican

League. Coach was going to talk to Juan Senior when he came to pick up

his son. Hopefully, we'd have a part time pitching coach before the day

was over.

Michelle and I went to the mall Friday night. We ate at the food court

first, and then I followed her around as she spent a chuck of her

birthday and Christmas loot. I didn't complain a bit, however, as

everything she bought seemed to be with me in mind. I know I mentioned

that Michelle preferred skirts and dresses to jeans, but I don't think I

told you that she also has a thing about sexy underwear. Peeling the

outer layer of clothes off my sweet Shelly made every time like

Christmas. Michelle's ass in a pair of high cut lacey panties was a work

of art worthy of the Louvre. Michelle was one of the eight percent of

women with an hourglass figure. Because she was always self-conscious of

her butt, she spent thirty minutes a night on the Stairmaster in her

bedroom. Her ass was so firm it didn't even quiver when we played

hanky-spanky.

Saturday I worked for my Grandfather, Saturday night Michelle and I

double dated with Stan and his newest sweet thing, Krista Crowley. The

four of us went to Steak and Shake then hung out at the Hoffmans' game

room for a while. Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman were playing cards with some

friends so we had the house to ourselves. Stan and Krista disappeared

around nine, so Michelle and I cuddled on the couch. We made slow

unhurried love, starting with an outstanding sixty-nine on the big

curved sectional sofa.

I found out about Tony Rochelli's downfall Sunday afternoon. Thomas

Cavanaugh called and gave me the news. Then Nina Murphy called and told

me, too. Nina's call came with a dinner invitation attached. I accepted

and at five-thirty I parked my truck in Nina's circular driveway. I

noticed that the Cavanaughs' sleek black Mercedes was already there, and

right behind it Al Jerdin's minivan, with his surfboards strapped on top.

The same housekeeper from the night of the party let me in. She said

everyone was in the family room. I walked into the family room as

directed and was pleasantly surprised by the greeting I received. All

the women, including Mrs. Cavanaugh, gave me hugs and from the twins I

got bonus kisses. After my enthusiastic greeting, I asked where the guys

were. Nina pointed out onto the deck where Mr. Cavanaugh and Al stood

over a big Duchane grill, each with a beer in their hand. I headed out

and joined them. I shook hands with both then fished a Diet Dr. Pepper

out of the small refrigerator built into the island that housed the grill.

As Al and Mr. Cavanaugh grilled the steak and chicken they told me how

Tony's bust went down. It took Al a week to find out who was supplying

drugs to the well heeled. The dealers turned out to be a well off yuppy

couple with a serious habit themselves. They sold coke to support their

own addiction. Meanwhile, Mr. Cavanaugh had spoken with his good friend

the Sheriff and called in a favor. When Tony went to the beachside condo

of the dealers Saturday evening, two undercover deputies were following

him. When Tony returned to his car the deputies quietly took him into

custody, confiscated his dope and called the Sheriff.

The Sheriff and Mr. Cavanaugh met the deputies at the Palmdale Sheriff's

substation. Thomas Cavanaugh took Tony aside and explained that he was

there because he had been with the Sheriff on another case.

"Keep your mouth shut and I'll try to get you out of this for your

parent's sake," he told Tony.

Mr. Cavanaugh pretended to argue with the Sheriff for a few minutes then

he grabbed Tony and the three of them rode in the Sheriff's patrol car

to the Rochelli's house. Tony's parents were mortified by Tony's arrest

and they were terrified as to what could happen to their only son. Mr.

Rochelli is the one who suggested a private rehab center then the

military prep school in New York. The Sheriff acquiesced but insisted it

happen immediately. Tony and his mother were on a plane headed to New

Jersey first thing Sunday morning. I sure admired Mr. Cavanaugh's

ingenuity; not only did he dispatch Tony but he made himself a hero to

one of his biggest clients in the process.

"The worst part of the ordeal," Mr. Cavanaugh said, "was not being able

to beat the hell out of that boy myself. That reminds me, this is for

you Alan."

He handed Al an envelope. Al opened it and whistled, then he removed one

bill and handed the envelope back.

"I appreciate the offer Tommy, but I'm not taking money for helping a

friend. The Benjamin is what I paid for the names of those skuzzballs

selling the snow; besides, if I took your money that would make me a narc."

That Al never ceased to amaze me, there was probably more money in that

envelope than he made in a good month. Mr. Cavanaugh nodded and took

back the envelope. "Okay Alan, if you say so. Give me a dollar."

Al reached in his pocket and dug out a crumpled up George Washington.

Cavanaugh took it and turned to me, "Now you give me one."

Confused as hell I found a dollar bill in my wallet and handed it to

him. Mr. Cavanaugh pocketed our money and handed us both one of his

business cards.

"All right. You both just hired me as your personal attorney. So

naturally anything we ever talk about is protected by attorney-client

privilege. If either one of you ever need a shyster, call me, okay?"

Dinner out on the pool deck was a fun and lively affair. Alan Winslow

Jerdin alone was worth the price of admission; just by the way he

flummoxed Donna Cavanaugh. Al sat next to Shelia while we ate and by the

time the meal was over had her giggling as if she were the one thirteen

instead of her sisters. Donna took this all in with a conflicted

expression. On the one hand, she was happy to see her daughter, who

hadn't smiled in days, finally come back to life. On the other, she was

appalled it was with a twenty something longhaired beach bum wearing a

t-shirt that proclaimed, "I'm schizophrenic and so am I."

Nina, the twins and I sat at a separate picnic table. Ellen and Elaine

sat on one side and Nina and I sat on the other. I could see the twins

were scheming up something and so could Nina. They both looked as if

they were about to explode. Finally Ellen leaned over and whispered to Nina.

"Ask Johnny to tingle you that special way. You'll love it."

Nina played along. "What special way?" she whispered back.

"Just tell him to do it, you'll see. If you like it you can be one of

his harem girls."

Nina shot me a look and I just grinned and shrugged. "Tell you later," I

mouthed sotto voce.

As the twins kept instigating I gave Nina a little peck on the lips. She

faked a shiver to appease them so we could finish eating. I was

especially happy with that idea since I had about three pounds of medium

T-bone in front of me. We had a nice time talking and laughing after we

ate. Al had to split at seven-thirty; he wanted to get a few hours sleep

before he pulled a graveyard shift at the Trails. Somehow Al managed to

get a date with Shelia to go surfing with him next Saturday. He even

secured both parents' permission.

After Al departed Mrs. Cavanaugh wondered aloud why Al had turned down

the money when he looked like he could sure use it.

"What makes you think he needs it?" Nina asked.

"Well look at how he dresses and that appalling old car he drives,"

Donna replied.

Nina laughed. "Donna that's so like you to judge someone based on his

appearance. You know that glass fronted house on the beach near the

Holiday Inn? He owns that. He has an office there crammed with enough

computers to run one of our companies. He is a very successful

commodities broker. I watched him make ten thousand dollars in fifteen

minutes trading oil futures one day."

We were all slack jawed in amazement. She couldn't be talking about the

same Al; it just didn't make sense.

"So why is he working as a security guard?" I blurted.

Nina shrugged. "He likes the hours, since he works mostly nights and

evenings he has plenty of time to surf and do his day trading. Plus, he

needs the job because he doesn't spend any of the money he makes

trading. He only bought the house because it was too good a deal to pass

up. He bought it furnished down to the silverware at an estate sale and

it's already tripled in value in three years. One of the computers in

his office keeps track of his money up to the minute. Alan said when the

running total hits twenty million he'll never work another day in his

life. He figures that should be in the next six months."

That was the most outrageous story I had ever heard.

The Cavanaughs left at eight leaving Nina and me alone.

"Are you upset because Al asked Shelia out?" I asked.

That earned me a big laugh. "Heavens no, Alan and I are not romantically

involved. He is one of the most unique people I ever met and he is a

sweetheart, but there just isn't any chemistry between us. How about

you, did it mess up any plans you had of asking Shelia out again?"

"No, I think Shelia and I were never destined to be. I mean I like her

and all, but I guess the spark is missing just like with you and Al."

We talked for a few more minutes. She asked about Ellen's remark about a

harem and I told her the story. She though it was pretty funny that

someone had finally put one over on the precocious pair. Out of the blue

Nina turned the conversation to something unexpected.

"I told my cousin Jacob about you. He said he'd like to meet you one day."

"Jacob Turner? Why would he want to meet with some kid?"

Nina grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. "I just love that about you,

Johnny. You just seem as if you don't have a clue how special you are."

"I'm not anything special but that kiss sure was; any chance of getting

another of those?"

It turns out that there was a very good chance of getting one more. It

was at the door as I was leaving. Nina walked me out to the porch and

gave me a hug. I returned it and held her, as she didn't seem anxious to

let go. She turned her face up to me and locked eyes with me.

"Johnny, I want one of those harem girl kisses. With Alan there was no

chemistry, with you there's a lab full of it."

So I pressed my lips down on hers; she opened her lips and slithered her

squirmy little tongue into my mouth. I don't know if she was consciously

sending them but I was getting big crashing waves of arousal from her. I

turned them around and sent them back to her with all the strength I

could muster. She moaned into my mouth and her arms tightened around my

neck. I slid my hands down and cupped her butt pulling her tighter

against me. Kong was nickel steel hard pressing against her. Finally she

pulled away from me and stepped back. Her eyes were narrow slits of lust

and she was breathing heavily.

"I guess that answers the chemistry question doesn't it? I'm glad I

decided to try that out here instead of on the couch. Good night Johnny,

call me soon, okay?"

I nodded and turned around, Kong leading the way. That was the hottest

first kiss I ever received. And the arousal we shared instantly was as

strong as Michelle and I worked up to mid-session. It took ten minutes

for Kong to go back to sleep enough for me to remember my manners. I

called Nina and told her what a great evening I had.

Suddenly life was very good again for this Polish boy. And, as is the

case when things are going well, time seemed to fly by. Baseball and

school filled my days and things with Michelle were terrific. Before I

knew it was Saturday, the twelfth of February, and I was in my monkey

suit at the Palmdale Country Club for the twins' birthday party. I

assumed my post between Ellen and Elaine as they dragged me around and

introduced me to their huge extended family. The twins looked very good

in their matching burgundy dresses and black high heels. They were

wearing make up and looked my age if not older. It was cousin this,

she's the daughter of aunt and uncle that, they are my cousins on

whoever's side. I am terrible at remembering names so it went in one ear

pinged around in the void and slipped out the other.

One thing I did notice, though, was that I picked up the connection

vibes from a lot of them. I connected with more people at that party

than I had my entire life to date. I finally met their Uncle Jake

(actually he was their second cousin, I believe). I was trepidacious

about meeting him but he instantly put me at ease. He seemed to be a

good guy. He and I talked about sports some; it was way cool talking

about baseball to a guy who was in the Hall of Fame. That impressed me

more than him being the President.

I also met his wife, the legendary Melissa Thornton-Turner. Now that's

an experience I'll never forget. Like everyone in American I'd seen

hundreds of pictures of her and I had seen her on television just as

many times, so I knew she was gracious and beautiful. But I'm here to

tell you, in person she was ten times those things and more. She had to

be at least fifty years old, yet fashion models half her age seemed

dowdy compared to her. When she put her hand on my arm and looked me in

the eye to talk to me, I swear we were the only two people in the room.

"I heard all about what you did for Shelia. My Jake would have done

something like that too; you remind me a lot of him when we were in high

school." she said.

I met the twins' grandparents, Sean and Mary Murphy. Sean pumped my hand

vigorously and thanked me for what I did for Shelia, also. I told him I

didn't do much but it had been my pleasure. Grandmother Mary was another

of those seemingly ageless Irish sprites. She had to be at least seventy

but her hair was still more red than gray. There were a lot of beautiful

women in that family!

It was a huge party with over a hundred guests. So meeting everyone took

a while. Al Jerdin was at the party both by invitation and as Shelia's

date. Even though he was ten years older than Shelia, Mr. Cavanaugh

highly approved of them dating. Donna went along with him, partially

mollified that, although Al was eccentric, he was also rich. Al was

about as dressed up for the party as he was ever going to get. He wore

dress slacks and a sports coat worn over a t-shirt printed like a

tuxedo. Shelia held Al's hand the whole party as if she were scared he'd

float away if she let go of him, but at least her tristesse was absent.

I admired Al for the way he treated Shelia, he teased her and made her

laugh but was attentive and sweet to her, too.

After a sumptuous buffet dinner, birthday cake and singing happy

birthday, we all moved into a small ballroom where a band was tuning up.

The twins kept me on the dance floor all evening; if I wasn't dancing

with them, I was cutting a rug with one of their cousins or aunts. The

one cousin they didn't especially like me dancing with was the daughter

of their father's sister. Her name was Ashley, she was my age and she

was a stone fox. Ashley lived in Tampa and attended a Catholic high

school there. She had very pale blue eyes that stood out because her

hair was a dark brown. She was flirtatious and very sexy. When she first

headed towards our table Elaine pulled my head down and whispered in my ear.

"Don't tingle with her Johnny, she's a barracuda."

I laughed and gave her a kiss. "So she's not harem material?"

"Don't even joke about that," she said.

I did get one slow dance with Nina. As soon as she was in my arms Kong

stirred to life. When she put both of her arms around my neck and

snuggled close he popped to attention. I was thankful that I had

prudently worn a jockstrap for the occasion. Nina chuckled when she felt

him and sent me a little jolt of sex.

"Did I do that?" she asked all innocent.

"You know you did, ever since our discussion about chemistry I get that

way if I even think of you."

During the band's break Elaine asked me to go for a walk with her. I was

surprise because it was the first time one of the twins ever asked me go

somewhere without the other. I agreed, though, and we walked back to the

coat check. We grabbed our coats and walked outside. Elaine took my hand

and led me around the corner of the building. We were standing next to

the practice green for the golf course when she stopped and turned to me.

"I want my birthday kiss," she said.

We kissed, softly at first then it turned serious. When she gave a

little moan it sounded eerily like Nina's. Elaine broke the kiss just

long enough to say, "Tingle me for real, Johnny."

I obliged her by sending her a small wave of arousal. She moaned again

and said, "more." I gave her more. Elaine moved one hand off my neck,

grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I took the hint and squeezed

her pert little tit. It was about the size of a baseball, I estimated,

and her hard nipple was prominent even through her bra and dress. Elaine

started giving off vibes of her own as her passion mounted. Finally she

came with a shiver rubbing her mound against my thigh. I nuzzled her

neck and kissed her softly as she recovered.

"My first orgasm with a boy, that was my best birthday present ever,"

she said dreamily.

"That's great, then I can take this back for a refund," I said holding

out my closed hand.

"No way," she squealed, "let me see it."

I opened my hand and she grabbed the short silver chain with a small

flat engraved section in the center. The engraving plate had a few

Egyptian hieroglyphics etched on it. The glyphs were supposedly an

advertisement for a strip club. Supposedly the dancers wore them and

gave them to big spenders. I bought five of the bracelets for a hundred

bucks from the vendor at the flea market who told me the story. Elaine

held it up in the dim light and examined it.

"Is this a bracelet? What does it say? I can't read the inscription."

"It's an official harem girl ankle bracelet; it says 'property of JP' in

hieroglyphics." I teased.

"Oh Johnny, I love it. Put it on for me."

I knelt down and fastened the chain around her right ankle. It took some

fumbling with my big fingers to get the tiny clasp hooked. She raised

her foot and looked at the bracelet sparking in the moonlight. If the

kiss she gave me was any indication, she liked the bracelet a lot.

Elaine scampered inside and exchanged places with her sister. I gave

Ellen her bracelet first since she practically tackled me to get it. I

fastened it on her ankle the slid my hands up her leg my fingertips

gliding over the smooth mesh of her pantyhose. When I reached mid thigh

I stopped, stood up and took her in my arms.

"You didn't have to stop, ' she whispered before our lips met.

Ellen didn't rub herself against me to orgasm but she sure liked to be

petted. I sent her inside and spent a minute willing Kong down before

returning to the ballroom.

I returned just as the band was preparing for the last set of the

evening. I sat back down at the table with the twins, their parents,

Shelia and Al. As soon as the music started I was up dancing again. I

was shaking my booty to some hip-hop beat when I noticed Donna Cavanaugh

talking to one of the members of the band. As soon as the song ended the

band started a slow number. When the girls and I made it back to the

table Mrs. Cavanaugh grabbed me to dance and Mr. Cunningham grabbed

Ellen. I waltzed Mrs. Cavanaugh around carefully and correctly. She gave

me a faintly amused look.

"This is not how you danced with the other girls. What's the matter,

afraid I'll bite you?"

"No ma'am, you're a beautiful woman and I'm afraid that if I dance too

close I'll want to bite you."

She gave me a look I'd never seen on her before and locked those big

dark blue eyes on me as she pressed herself closer to me.

"You have a way about you Johnny, apart from being able to project your

emotions. I'm so sorry things started so badly between us. If I hadn't

interfered Shelia might not have become involved with Tony like she did.

I could kick myself for ever encouraging that."

"Bygones, Mrs. Cunningham, water under the bridge. How is Shelia doing

for real?"

"She's seeing a counselor and that helps, but Alan seems to be doing

more for her."

She smiled at the mention of Al. "That boy grows on you, doesn't he?

Shelia really likes him and I have to admit that the more I talk to him

the better I feel about him. For all his free spirit he is a very

responsible young man."

I smiled and nodded in agreement. I was trying to distract Kong by

keeping the conversation going. Donna's heavy breasts were pressing into

my chest deliciously and her hips were making enough contact with mine

to be arousing. Before I could come up with something else to say Donna

started talking again.

"Listen Johnny, Thomas and I would like you to do us a favor and be

Ellen and Elaine's tutor for social skills they'll need in high school.

We'll pay you for your time of course."

"I talked to them about doing something like that already. I'd be happy

to and you don't have to pay me."

"Nonsense, you'll need the money to cover your expenses at the very

least. Those two really like you Johnny, and we trust you. They are also

going to have to learn about boys, if the first one they are seriously

exposed to is you, they will at least know who the good guys are."

What a change from a few months ago, huh? We finished the dance and I

walked her back to the table just as Mr. Cavanaugh was returning with

Elaine. The twins dashed off for the bathroom and I chatted with the

Cavanaughs about taking the girls out. I had a few ideas but I wanted to

make sure we were all on the same sheet of music. Mr. Cavanaugh told me

that high school was just a formality for the twins and the biggest

thing they would be learning there was how to interact with their peers.

He told me they were already doing college level work. It was a

challenge to find tutors for them but he and Mrs. Cavanaugh weren't

going to let them loose for college until they were sixteen.

The twins came back just as a slow song was starting. Elaine took my

hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. She found us a spot in an area

out of sight from her parents and plastered herself against me.

"We showed Aunt Nina our anklets and she was so jealous. I think she

wants one too."

"I think she was just teasing you," I replied.

She grinned up at me. "It's hard for people to fool us, Silly Man, she

wants one, trust me."

The party broke up at eleven. I walked the Cavanaughs, except for

Shelia, out to their car. I shook Thomas's hand and hugged Donna and the

twins. I told them what a nice evening I had and thanked them for

inviting me. Then I slipped Elaine a folded piece of paper and whispered

in her ear, "Ashley gave me this, it must be for you because I don't

need it. The slip of paper was Ashley's phone number. Elaine looked at

it and showed it to Ellen as her parents were getting in the car. Elaine

whispered back to me. "You are getting a big reward for this."

Mom was home for the weekend so we were almost a complete family as we

sat through Mass with my grandparents. I sure wished Katrina had been

there with us. Katrina and I had kept in touch as we said we would at

Christmas. We talked on the phone at least twice a week and exchanged

e-mails about as often. I called her later that afternoon and told her

how much I missed her. She said she missed me at least that much. She

didn't mention any changes in her situation with the upperclassmen

harassing her so I had to think Papa hadn't been able to do anything.

She gave me the dates of her spring break, though, and asked me if I

could come out there and visit her. I looked at my calendar and saw that

our breaks over lapped by a week. She was very happy when I read her the

dates.

I hung up with Katrina about ten minutes later then went downstairs to

talk to my parents and grandparents about going out there. All of them

thought it was a good idea, Mom said she'd take care of travel

arrangements through her office. Papa said he'd take care of finding us

a place to stay and Dad threw down for a rental car. I dashed back

upstairs to call Katrina with the news. Katrina was blown away that our

parents and grandparents were doing all that for us. She said she'd plan

us out an itinerary. I loved it that she was so excited about my visit.

I didn't get another chance to spend any alone time with Michelle until

after school Tuesday afternoon. We were on my bed, cuddled up after some

damned good, hot weasel sex. Michelle was lying on her back and I was on

my side facing her. I was gently caressing her breasts as we recovered

our breath.

"What would you say if I ever wanted to sleep with someone else?" she

asked out of the clear blue.

"I'd say that's your business as long as you are careful. Why, got a

candidate in mind?" I replied.

"Yes and no; this guy that just transferred into the school is in my

English class. He asked me out and I accepted. He's the first guy in a

while besides you who makes me hot. He's got these intense brown eyes

that make me all weak inside."

"Well make sure he's not a jerk first, okay? And use a rubber until you

know more about him if you do decide."

"Don't worry, Sweetie, with my track record, I'll be super careful.

We're going out Friday night; I'll let you know how things go."

I nodded and kept caressing her. I was going to give her one of the

bracelets but decided to hold off on it. I didn't even jokingly want to

spoil her chance to discover something new by making her feel obligated

to me. I was actually surprised she had waited this long to test the

waters and I was pleased that she seemed completely over her last bad

experience. Michelle and I were close, and always would be, but at our

age an exclusive relationship would deprive us of a chance at a fuller

life. I know I wasn't set for monogamy so why should I expect her to be?

Wednesday afternoon Nina called me. We BS'd around for a while and

talked about the party. She told me that I had worked a miracle on her

sister, turning her around like I had. I couldn't take any credit for

that, I told her, it was just a by-product of Shelia's misfortune. She

disagreed but dropped the subject. Then in this teasing pouty voice she

told me she was envious of the twins because of the ankle bracelets. I

teased her back by telling her I didn't think she was ready to take the

love slave oath. She cracked up at that. She said she was just as game

as the twins were and she would do anything they did. I asked how she'd

know I wasn't cheating.

"Because I know you and I know that's not in your nature," she said.

She invited me over for dinner at seven. I cleaned up, dressed up a

little and slipped one of the bracelets into my jacket pocket. I had no

more designs on Nina than I did her nieces. I just thought she was cool

and a great person to have as a friend. Of course teasing her was as

much fun as it was teasing the twins. Shelia was the only member of the

family I had even thought about trying to get in the sack and we all

know how that went.

I was sitting on the couch with Nina after a very nice meal that she

cooked herself. I had kept her in stitches all through supper talking

about some of my misadventures when I was younger. Nina loved to laugh

it seemed, and I was happy to be the one amusing her. My jacket was on

the back of the couch so I fished the bracelet out of it and dangled it

in front of her. She made a giggling grab for it and I snatched it out

of her reach.

"Uh, uh, you have to earn it." I said.

She pouted but when I put my arms around her she came into them

unresisting. We kissed and I sent her about the same amount of lust I'd

sent Elaine the other night. She cooed into my mouth then stiffened when

I cupped her breast through her shirt. I again sent her a little jolt,

bigger this time, again, as I had with Elaine. She relaxed and even

pressed her breast harder into my palm. Nina's breasts were maybe

slightly bigger than the twins although not quite as firm. She looked up

at me when I broke the kiss.

"You've gone that far with the twins?"

"Yep, and believe me it wasn't easy to get them to stop there,

especially Elaine. I swear they are in a big hurry to find out about sex."

She seemed lost in thought for a second and had this dreamy look on her

face.

"I remember what it was like at their age, I was more than ready too. My

first time, the love of my life made me wait, just like you are doing

with the twins. I remember how frustrating it was, and ultimately how

little waiting mattered. Don't drag things out unnecessarily for them. I

think that would be cruel."

I grinned at her. "I could do that, I guess, but you know what that

would mean for you, don't you?"

Her eyes widened when she thought of our bargain. "Oops, I didn't think

of that," she said.

"That's okay, Nina, you aren't really obligated to anything."

She gave a mock sigh and stuck out her leg. "What choice does a poor

harem girl have against such a cunning sheik?"

I laughed and she giggled as I knelt down and wrapped the tiny chain

around her shapely ankle. Then I repeated the soft caress up the back of

her legs that I used on Ellen. She kept looking at me wondering where

I'd stop. I went maybe just a little higher on Nina's thigh; she wasn't

wearing nylons and her skin felt good against my hands. She looked at

the bracelet on her ankle and asked about the glyphs. I said I told

Elaine that they said 'Property of JP' but really they said 'Club

Pharaoh'. At her confused look I explained the origins of the chains.

The story gave her another good chuckle. "You are so bad!" she laughed.

The next night I had my first outing with the twins. We went to the mall

and practiced the fine art of hanging out. The girls weren't that

impressed with the antics of girls who appeared to be their age. Ellen

told me they never understood why young girls seemed to travel in packs

and giggle all the time. Since I never could figure it out either, I

didn't have any answers for her. Being seen with identical hotties did a

world of good for my reputation, though. Since we were at the mall the

girls decided that actually doing some shopping wasn't a bad idea.

They took me to this exclusive boutique and asked my opinion on

different items that caught their eye. It was educational watching them

as they both stopped at the same items and passed others by. Their taste

in clothing was as identical as their looks. I told them that I was the

wrong person to ask for fashion advice because I was a guy; I liked

miniskirts, thigh highs, heels and sexy underwear. You know the look I

mean, that Japanese anime naughty schoolgirl thing. They were wearing

tight jeans and slinky tops with jackets over them. Ellen said I should

have told them what I wanted them to wear. I said what they had on was

fine; I was just stating my personal preference.

They sent me out of the store; I sat on a bench in the courtyard for

fifteen minutes. They came out carrying a couple of bags each. We had a

slice of pizza and a cola at the Food Court then headed home. They each

gave me a steamy kiss before hopping out of my truck. Ellen turned

around before she closed the door.

"We want a one on one date next Johnny. We are going to flip a coin,

when can you take the winner out?"

I didn't have plans for the following night and told her so.

"Goody, be here about seven, okay?"

I said make it six-thirty so we could make the seven o'clock movie.

/Edited by Bert/
Joe J
Chapter 19