Johnny Pulaski Chapter 22

Posted: May 02, 2006 - 12:40:50 pm

Updated: May 02, 2006 - 11:46:27 pm

I left the Cavanaughs' house a happy Polack after my twin blowjobs.

Elaine and Ellen were happy, too. Ellen was happy because she was caught

up with her sister in the sex department. Elaine was happy because we

had moved one step closer to doing the nasty. The Mighty Kong was the

happiest though, because he finally saw something besides the palm of my

hand.

Saturday morning Papa and I went to Mama's Diner for breakfast before

going to the job site. It was just the two of us that day as all we had

to do was finish the sheathing and dry in the roof, so we were in no big

hurry. Tina was in fine form that morning; she looked good and flirted

shamelessly with Papa. We arrived at the job at eight and finished

tacking down the last of the OSB. I did all the work on the roof while

Papa passed me up the 4 by 8 sheets of manufactured chipboard. Once the

OSB was all in place and trimmed to fit, I started gun nailing it to the

trusses. My grandfather insisted the boards be nailed every four inches

all over the roof even though the building code called for double that

spacing. So I sat up there in the sun shooting nails as Papa stood under

me inside the house making sure I was hitting the trusses through the

decking.

My grandfather's insistence on doing things correctly was why he never

lacked for work. It was also why we could put felt paper down on the

roof today instead of waiting for a sheathing nail inspection. Every

building inspector in the county knew that if Janus Pulaski built it, it

was done right. I slammed in the last nail at about one in the

afternoon. We took a break for lunch then we started rolling on the felt

paper sub roof. Again, Papa insisted on thirty pound felt paper instead

of the fifteen pound normally used for the sub roof. He also had me use

twice as many of those nails with the one inch green plastic collars to

hold the roofing felt in place.

When the roofers arrived next week they would have a superior surface on

which to work and they would have less to bitch about when Papa held

them to his exacting standards. The roof was dried in to his

satisfaction by three. He called for his framing inspection for Monday

morning and put the plans and permit in the permit box, as I cleaned up

the job site and put away our tools. I sure learned a lot from that old

man about doing things the right way. My dad was the same way, so maybe

it was genetic.

Papa dropped me off at home with a big old fat check. He had paid me the

going rate for the jobs I'd done, instead of paying me by the hour, so I

made over four hundred dollars for two days of busting my butt. Even

with the fifty-fifty rule I was two Benjamins to the good. I still had

some cash flow, even after the trip to Colorado to see Katrina. I spent

surprisingly little money out there considering all we did. I gave the

check to Dad so he could deposit it in my account and asked him for only

a hundred dollars back. Mr. Tightwad beamed at me for putting more than

half in the bank, turned his back to me, and then turned back around

flourishing five twenties.

"Don't spend it all in one place," he admonished.

"No problem, Mr. Rockefeller," I replied.

I arrived at the Fraziers' house at six in the evening. My date with

Cindi was starting early because the street festival ended at nine. The

festival was really an outdoor arts and crafts show that showcased the

talents of the many artists who used Palmdale as their winter home. Many

of the artists exhibited their winter's work before snow birding back

north. There was a lot of money in Palmdale, thanks to the Turners, so

well heeled collectors snapped up most of the art on exhibit.

Mr. and Mrs. Frazier did not fit my idea of people involved in the

funeral home business. They both had these really skewed senses of

humor; I could tell right away where Cindi's wit originated. They were

also the reason Cindi spoke with a genteel southern drawl. I introduced

myself to Mr. Frazier as soon as he opened the door for me. He shook my

hand and ushered me into the living room.

"I know your father, Johnny, he takes care of our fleet, and I know you

grandfather too, he's done a lot of work for me over the years. I don't

feel I need to lecture you on how to treat my daughter considering your

lineage."

Before I could say anything Mrs. Frazier walked in. I stood up and

introduced myself.

"A pleasure, I'm sure, Johnny, and call me Morticia." Then she turned to

Mr. Frazier. "Mind your manners Gomez and offer our guest a beverage

while I help Cindi."

I told Mr. Frazier I was fine with a glass of water as I turned their

names over in my head, I had heard them somewhere before but couldn't

place them. I finally decided I must have overheard Dad or Papa mention

them. My musing was interrupted by Cindi's arrival, my eyes bugged out

when she walked into the room. Cindi was definitely not Goth tonight;

she was wearing a short red miniskirt, a white button up blouse with a

little red necktie and white stockings. She had on short red heels and

her hair flowed down her back in a long, luxurious cascade to her waist.

I told her how fantastic she looked with total sincerity. She blushed

and handed her mother a digital camera. Her mom snapped about a half

dozen pictures of us then handed Cindi her camera back.

"Midnight curfew, you two," Mr. Frazier said.

I told him I'd remember then escorted Cindi out to my truck. I had

flipped up my center armrest earlier, and as I had hoped, Cindi slid

over to the center seat. We were on our way to the beachside in less

than a minute. I told Cindi again how much I like her outfit.

"Elaine said you liked this look. I'm a big anime fan, this is my Sailor

Mars outfit."

"I'm a big Cindi-in-that-outfit-fan," I replied. "Say, what nationality

are your parents?"

"I think Dad's ancestors are from Scotland and Mom's are from England, why?"

"Well, their names are so unusual, I mean, I've never met anyone named

Gomez or Morticia before."

She looked at me with her mouth agape for a few seconds, and then she

burst out laughing. She laughed so hard I thought she would

hyperventilate. She would almost stop then look at me and start all over

again.

"What?" I asked in vexation.

"Johnny, my parents' names are Chester and Lulu. Gomez and Morticia are

characters in an old television comedy show called */'The Adams

Family'/*. I should have warned you about them, they are big practical

jokers. I think it's how they cope with the stress of running a funeral

home where they have to be so solemn all the time."

I flushed red hot with embarrassment, I didn't remember the television

series but I remember seeing the movie when I was seven or eight years

old. I was so going to get them back for that!

Cindi and I had a great time walking through all the sidewalk art

exhibits. We even found the display for the lady for whom Papa was

building the studio. She was a portrait artist, and wouldn't you know

that one of the paintings she was showing was one of Papa, Nana and

Jethro. She recognized me and gushed to everyone in earshot what a

terrific guy my grandfather was. We walked through the streets for an

hour or so then headed over to the Sea Deck. We had reservations for

eight o'clock. We lucked out at the restaurant and ended up at a table

with a great view of the ocean.

I learned something else about Cindi at dinner; for such a small woman,

she sure could pack away the chow. She ordered an appetizer, a salad,

clam chowder and a seafood platter. I had ordered a double sized fish

and chips meal with hush puppies, something I had a craving for about

twice a year. Cindi not only polished off the huge platter of shrimp and

fish, she stole about half my hush puppies and ordered a desert, too.

"Where are you putting all that?" I asked disbelievingly.

She shrugged and gave me a grin. "I have a souped up metabolism, you

might want to take me somewhere cheaper if we do this again."

"Oh there'll be a next time, but we are going to the all you can eat

buffets from now on."

We had talked all through dinner; I was able to draw Cindi out about

herself. I was especially interested in the Goth lifestyle she professed

in school. Among the Goths she wasn't the little funny looking girl; she

belonged. I could see how she felt I guess, although I thought she made

too much out of being adopted and oriental. I certainly wasn't

judgmental about the crowd she hung with. I figured a person's lifestyle

choices were their own business, and I found just as many good people

among the Goths as I did in any other group. I told Cindi that, and I

told her that, while I really liked the way she looked tonight, I wasn't

trying to force my ideas on her. I wanted to be with her and if she was

more comfortable dressing as she did for school it was okay with me.

"I like dressing like this for you; it makes me feel all girly. And the

way you look at me makes me feel like I'm sexy. I've never in my life

felt sexy, not even a little bit. I mean, I'm not asexual or anything

like that, I just never equated my looks with sexiness until you came

along. When we made out after the dance I could actually feel how you

thought of me. I saw the possibility of something more. Understand?"

"Yeah, I understand and I think you are sexy as hell. Just sitting here

talking about it and looking at you is making me hot."

She smiled when I said that and looked me in the eye.

"Really? Cause you getting hot is making me hot too."

I paid the check and we walked back to my truck holding hands. Because

it was still relatively early, I drove us to my house so we could hang

out for a while. I introduced Cindi to Dad and told him the joke that

her parents had played on me. He cracked up.

"That Chet is a card, he knows more jokes than anyone I've ever met, and

he tells them like a professional comedian. I think he missed his

calling," Dad said.

Dad hung with us just long enough to be polite then he went to bed.

As soon as we heard Dad's door close Cindi turned to me and gave me a

kiss. I stood up and turned out the overhead light, switched the

satellite receiver to some mood music and eagerly rejoined her. As soon

as I sat back down we started making out like crazy. Cindi was a tiny

woman; I'll bet she didn't weigh a hundred pounds. I was afraid of

hurting her because I was so much bigger, so when we started really

getting serious I lay back and pulled her on top of me. She hadn't been

lying about being hot either because she was a squirming little bundle

of sexual energy. I tried to take my time; I knew she wasn't very

experienced so everything was new to her.

Cindi was receptive to everything I did, she didn't peep when I

unbuttoned her shirt and unfastened her tiny 'A' cup bra. Her small

breasts were the size of tangerines; they were just big enough to poke

out from her chest. Her nipples were proportionately small, but they

were more sensitive than most women's. She jerked and moaned as I sucked

her tiny buds. She liked it even more when I bit down firmly on the hard

little nips. She also liked it when I vacuumed her whole breast into my

mouth. When she pulled my head up for a passionate kiss I slid both my

hands up under the back of her skirt and cupped her butt. Each cheek fit

snugly in the palm of my hand. She had on tight silk bikini panties that

were molded to her ass like a second skin. She wiggled her ass in my

hand and rose up on her arms.

"If you take them off, you'll be seeing something no other guy has ever

seen. I never thought I'd be so anxious for a guy to see me naked.

Besides, my ass is much nicer than my breasts," she said huskily.

"Your breasts are great because they are on your sexy body. My only

problem is trying not to be too rough because I'm so much bigger than you."

"I won't break Johnny, so stop being overly cautious. I'll tell you if I

start feeling uncomfortable."

I nodded and started pulling her panties down off her hips. She moved

around to make it easier for me. She felt really good but I wanted to

see what she looked like, so I sat up taking her with me.

"Stand right here Sweetie and turn around," I said.

She blushed a rosy pink color but did as I asked.

"Now take off your skirt."

She reached behind her, unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt. Then, with

this sexy little swish of her hips, let it fall to the floor. Oh yes,

her little ass was gorgeous. Cindi was short legged, with a longer

torso, but the whole package was very appealing. I told her to turn

around and face me. She hesitated for a second then complied. The light

spilling into the room from the foyer silhouetted her as if I had done

it on purpose. She had let her hair fall forward and long ebony tendrils

covered both of her breasts, her right hand covered her vulva from my

rapt gaze. She was the Asian version of Botticelli's "Birth of Venus'.

She peeked shyly at me through the thick curtain of her hair. She was an

angel in while thigh highs and red heels.

"Now you, let me see you naked," she said.

I stood up and shed my clothes in a rush. Her eyebrows arched up when I

pulled my boxer briefs over my erection. Kong was at full hardness,

pointed toward the ceiling.

"It's so big and angry looking," she said, her voice tinged with awe.

She closed the distance between us and wrapped one small hand around

Kong. She tugged him gently and a drop of precum dribbled out his tip.

She dabbed the fingertip of her other hand in the precum and brought the

finger to her nose, she sniffed it, and then licked it experimentally.

She surprised the hell out of me when she nodded to herself and sunk to

her knees. Before I could say a word she slipped her lips over Kong's

flared head. I could tell immediately that this was a first for her, but

her enthusiasm made up for any lack of technique. I held her hair in

both hands and gently guided her stroke as I told her what I liked.

I only lasted another minute or so before I gasped out a warning of my

impending orgasm. Cindi just jacked and sucked harder. I pumped out a

thick river of cum that she had trouble swallowing. She sputtered and

some escaped from the corner of her mouth. She gamely cleaned me with

her tongue then looked up at me questioningly. I smiled and pulled her

to her feet and kissed her, unmindful of the taste of me on her lips.

"That was amazing, thank you," I said.

"Do you always spurt so much and so hard? Elaine didn't tell me about

that. I almost drowned. I like doing it, though, it made me feel sexy

because I could make you come so fast."

"You and the twins have been talking a lot lately," I observed.

She bobbed her head. "Yeah, we have a lot in common. They convinced me

that I could do what I just did; they even told me you'd like it. They

are really smart Johnny; it's scary sometimes how quickly they figure

things out."

I had to agree with that. It turned Cindi around and backed her up until

she could sit on the couch. Once I had her comfortable I dropped to my

knees between her thighs. She looked at me expectantly and moved her

feet farther apart.

"Did the twins tell you about this, too?" I asked.

"Yes. I told Elaine that I wasn't sure you'd want to do anything with

me, and that maybe you just wanted us to be friends. She said that if

you asked me out, you liked me enough to want to do things with me. She

said that I wouldn't even need to tell you when to stop because you'd

know exactly how far we should go tonight."

Yes, I knew exactly where I'd stop; I knew that Elaine and Ellen

wouldn't want me to go any further with Cindi than I had with them. I

bent down and kissed Cindi on her soft inner thigh then worked my way up

towards her mound. Her pubic hair was sparse and downy soft, she didn't

need to shave or even trim it there was so little there. I spread her

plump, coral pink lips and bumped into the first hymen I'd ever

experienced. I knew I was going to have to be careful with Cindi because

the open center of her maidenhead looked barely big enough for my pinky.

Her clit was as small as the rest of her, nestled in its protective

hood. I gently pulled the hood back and touched her clit with my tongue.

It was super sensitive, I guess because it was so well protected. As

soon as my tongue touched it, Cindi gave a gasp and her hips shot up off

the couch.

"Oh My God, Oh My God..." Cindi chanted softly as I worried her clit

with the tip of my tongue. Her hips were undulating in a steady rhythm

as I brought her along. I was sending her a steady stream of sexual

energy to augment what I was doing with my tongue. She grabbed one of

the pillows off the couch and covered her face as she arched her back

and came explosively. When she came she was giving off sexual vibes as

strong as any woman I'd ever been with. Her orgasm lasted a long time

but eventually she weakly pushed my head away. I figured she would be

too sensitive to continue for a while so I sat on the couch and wrapped

her up in my arms. She gave a few final shudders then slumped against me.

"Incredible, that was fucking incredible, Johnny," she said after

regaining her breath.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said.

"It was the easiest, strongest climax I ever had; usually I really have

to work at getting myself off." Then she giggled. "I can feel my juices

wetting my thighs, that's never happened before. Why didn't you put your

finger in me though? I like that when I do myself."

I explained about how small her opening was compared to my big Polish

fingers. She nodded at my explanation and gave me a big hug and a sloppy

kiss.

"You are so sweet and considerate. I'll work on making it easier for you

next time, Okay?"

I was happy that she had gained enough self-confidence to assume there

would be a next time. I hated to let her dress but it was getting late

and her curfew loomed. We talked about our evening as I drove her home.

And we talked about our relationship, too. She said she didn't mind

sharing me with the twins, in fact the idea of the four-sided

relationship appealed to her for some inexplicable reason she couldn't

yet articulate.

Sunday was an easy, slack day for me. I caught up on my homework, took

care of my chores and spent some time writing and answering e-mails. I

talked to Elaine on the phone; I didn't have to tell her how my date

went as she had already talked to Cindi. It was amazing to me how the

twins and Cindi had latched onto each other, but here they were, think

as thieves. I asked Elaine about that and she said she didn't completely

understand it either, but there was a bond of almost kinship between

her, Ellen and Cindi.

"She is like us somehow, Honey, but we can't figure out how. She doesn't

tingle, but she could if she wanted too. Have you noticed that? And she

is super intelligent but she hides that too. We are going to liberate

whatever is inside of her; I think you took a big step in that direction

last night. You did good, Big Boy, and I am proud of you."

That puffed my chest up quite a bit.

I talked to Katrina for almost an hour, also. She said she missed me way

too much but that things were going very well for her at the Academy.

She said she was up to being ranked number two in her class, she'd have

been first if it hadn't been for the load of excess demerits she hadn't

been able to walk off yet. Soccer games and practice ate up most of her

free time. Walking tours were the only way to erase demerits at the

academy. A walking tour consisted of marching a prescribed path around

part of the complex in dress uniform while carrying a rifle. It was a

tried and true punishment used by every service academy. Katrina said

she would learn what her obligations for the summer were in a few weeks,

but she expected to receive at least thirty days leave to come home.

Monday morning I waited in the parking lot for Cindi to arrive. When I

saw her bright yellow Ford Focus pull into the student parking lot I

headed towards where she was parking. I arrived just as she was exiting

her car. She saw me and gave me the biggest smile I'd ever seen on her

face. I was surprised a little by how she looked because it was a

completely departure from her normal appearance. Instead of all black,

she had on a pair of denim jeans that hugged her small shapely ass and a

cute little aqua top that flattered her small breasts. Her hair was not

up in a twisted bun as it usually was; instead, it hung down her back in

a sensuous French braid. Her face was freshly scrubbed with only a hint

of pink gloss on her pouty full lips.

"I'm glad you came over Johnny, this is the first time I've ever been to

school as me. It's scary."

"You look beautiful, Cindi, someone is going to try to steal you away

from me before the day is over," I replied.

She took my hand and we headed towards the school.

"If that happens, I'm going to enjoy the attention, but no one has a

chance. You are the only man for me Johnny."

I pulled up short and kissed her, what else could I do? She just had

this knack for making me feel good. Cindi and I showing up as a couple

caused a stir on campus that day. Best of all, the buzz was positive.

Cindi's new look had just the effect I predicted as guys were tripping

all over themselves to talk to her. Amanda Pullman jumped me at our

lockers right before homeroom.

"You are amazing Pulaski. In one weekend you've transformed Cindi into

Lucy Lu. Who's next?"

I laughed and gave Amanda a hug.

"I didn't do anything, I think Cindi just outgrew being Goth. She does

look like Lucy Lu doesn't she? Except maybe she looks sweeter and not as

edgy."

I don't know what I said but Amanda laughed and punched me in the arm.

"Boy did you have a goofy grin when you said that. Sounds like she might

be around for a while."

At lunch, Cindi and I caught a bunch more teasing from her friends and

mine. The Goths even had a hard time acting as if they weren't happy for

us. Cindi sat on my right with her hand on my leg the entire lunch

period. She stroked my leg and beamed that little smile I loved as we

stoically endured the teasing. I swear she could have thrown a stick and

I'd have fetched it, happy as old Jethro just to get to do it for her.

And speaking of old Jethro, my grandfather called me about him after I

came home from school. Papa was as excited as I had ever heard him. I

thought he'd won the lotto or something.

"Johnny, you'll never guess in a million years, Jethro is going to be in

a television commercial! It's like I keep telling Nadia, that dog is

destined for greatness, like Lassie and Bullet."

"Bullet?" I asked.

"Bullet, Roy Roger's German Shepard. He was the original Wonder Dog.

Although all Bullet's heroics were made up where with Jethro, he does

that kinda stuff every day."

Papa went on to explain to me that he had received a call from a

gentleman who made gourmet dog treats. The company was small but they

were trying to expand their market. After seeing Jethro on television,

they thought he fit the image of a regular dog that deserved a special

snack. Papa said they were sending Jethro a package of the treats; if

Jethro liked them, Papa agreed to him appearing in the advertising. Papa

told me that Emma Thorpe was also going to be in the commercial if it

happened.

I figured that it was a safe bet that Jethro would like the treats;

after all he had eaten a pair of Nana's favorite shoes just last week.

My grandfather's being so crazy about that dog was a family mystery

because he had never owned a pet in his life before Jethro. Sure, while

his children were growing up there had been an assortment of birds,

hamsters and even a hooded rat, but never a dog. Then out of the blue

one day he came home from the Humane Society with the Doofus. He had

been replacing door locks at the shelter as a favor for one of Nana's

friends when he saw Jethro. For some reason he couldn't bear the thought

of leaving Jethro there and adopted him on the spot. Everyone, with the

possible exception of Nana, liked Jethro. But that same everyone, with

the exception of Papa and Emma Thorpe, thought he was just a big affable

goofball. Needless to say, I took the news with a grain of salt.

Cindi brought Elaine and Ellen to my baseball game Tuesday afternoon.

The game was up in Palm Coast and not many Palmdale fans made it to the

game. My three Sweeties stood out as they cheered me on from behind the

visitors' dugout. Although it turned my ears red, them yelling, "We love

you Johnny," in unison every time I came to bat made me the envy of

everyone on both teams. After the game I made sure that each of the

girls got a toe-curling kiss for her efforts on my behalf. After that,

Cindi and the twins became a well-known fixture at my baseball games.

Stan Hoffman almost reverently dubbed them my 'pussy posse'. I think the

three of them were mostly responsible for the tear I went on for the

rest of the season. Some days I was so focused the baseball looked as

big as a volleyball coming towards the plate.

Friday night I had a date with Elaine. We went to see an updated version

of */'King Lear'/* staged by the Drama Department of the University of

Central Florida. I have to admit that I enjoyed the show, even though I

wasn't a big Shakespeare fan. I think that was mainly because the

setting and language was modern. I mean I appreciated old Will's talent,

but his archaic language required a lot of concentration to catch the

drift. Elaine thought just the opposite. She said the play lost

something because Shakespeare's original version used such lyrical

language to convey emotion. Go figure that she had about half the play

memorized and whipped out lines to make her point.

"For instance, when Cordelia said she loved her father 'like a daughter

should' it sounded okay, but in the original she said, */'Unhappy that I

am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according

to my bond, nor more, nor less.'/* Now that is using language to convey

emotion."

I conceded her the point. Then, just to let her know I enjoyed the

classics as much as anyone, I made a point of my own.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But can you name all of the members of the

Three Stooges besides Moe and Larry?"

Elaine rolled her eyes, "You are lucky I fell in love with you before I

knew what a goof you were."

I'd have been offended if she hadn't been so right. From the UCF

Performing Arts Center we headed back to her place. I parked in the

driveway and walked in with her. It was only eleven so Mr. and Mrs.

Cavanaugh were still up. We sat in the media room with them and Elaine

told them all about the play. We jawed with the parents for about ten

minutes then Elaine took my hand and led me out into the back yard. We

sat under this pagoda shaped gazebo where we talked and made out for a

while. It was there under the gazebo that Elaine laid out her plan for us.

"My period is about to start, Honey, it will be my second since I

started the pill. So next weekend it should be safe for us to make love.

We are inviting Cindi over to spend the weekend; I want us all to be

together when it happens. My parents will be out of town so Nina is

supposed to keep an eye on things. Saturday night, Shelia and Alan will

probably be out until late. Nina said we could have the run of her house

all evening Saturday. How does that sound?"

It sounded like a plan to me.

Saturday night the four of us went out together. Ellen came up with the

idea of going to the drive-in movie up in Palatka. I came up with the

idea of borrowing the Ghetto Cruiser from the old man to take us in. I

had to promise Dad I'd wash and wax the Cruiser Sunday afternoon, and

fill it up with gas before he agreed to lend it to me. The wash and wax

wasn't a big deal but the tank of super-unleaded was a major investment.

Still, I was too cool for school when I pulled up to the drive-in.

I found us a spot and escorted the girls to the concession stand. Loaded

down with popcorn and sodas we settled in to watch */Scary Movie 1&2/*.

Ellen and I were in the front seat and Elaine and Cindi were in the

back. The movies were still funny as hell to me, even though I'd seen

them a few times on HBO. I should have known that watching some old 'B'

movies was not the object of our thirty-mile trip. Ellen reminded me of

that when she pulled me into a steamy kiss. I was slightly embarrassed

about making out in front of Cindi until I looked over the seat and saw

her and Elaine in a serious lip lock of their own. I suddenly 'got it',

Cindi rounded out our number so neither of the twins were ever left out.

Elaine's statement that Cindi was one of them made more sense in this

context.

The sexual atmosphere in the big caddy went from zero to full throttle

in seconds. The addition of Cindi in the mix seemed to act as a catalyst

that ramped up the sexual signals we were all sending. Suddenly Ellen

was as hot as Elaine had ever been and I was on fire as well.

"Come back here with us," Elaine groaned from the back seat.

We scooted out the passenger door and piled into the backseat. Cindi was

straddling Elaine's lap facing her so there was plenty of room. I slid

in next to Elaine, and Ellen straddled me the same way Cindi was on her

sister. Moving around had broken the spell for a minute but now, with

everyone being so close together, it was starting to climb again. Cindi

swooped her head forward and aggressively kissed Elaine, and Ellen again

mimicked her. When we came up for air Elaine let out a sigh.

"Okay let's calm down for a minute. This is exactly how I thought it

would be if we were all together. That's why I want Ellen and Cindi

there when we make love, Johnny. But we need to make sure this is what

we all want. I have a feeling that once we let ourselves get started

this is going to be a serious thing among the four of us."

Cindi was smart enough to know that Elaine was mostly talking about her.

"This is exactly what I want," Cindi said. "Can't you all feel how

perfect we are together? I don't know much about sex and I don't have

any experience with girls but with you two it feels as natural and right

as it does with Johnny."

"I think we are going to have to rethink next weekend. I think we are

just going to get together and go for it. Since I'm the only one on the

pill right now, you are going to have to take care of birth control for

Cindi and Ellen at first, Johnny. Ellen, you can go see the doctor when

you start this week and get a prescription and Cindi, you can do the

same when you start, Okay?

Now I know how General Patton's subordinates felt when he started

whipping out orders. We all nodded our agreement.

"Good. There is only one more thing to discuss and that's how we feel

about each other. This isn't just lust that's driving us. It would never

be this good if it were only the sex. We need to be true to each other,

can we all agree on that?"

Cindi and Ellen agreed immediately but I couldn't.

"Ummm, what about Nina?" I asked.

Elaine gave me this enigmatic smile. "Nina has a dispensation, as a

matter of fact you need to go see her tomorrow and talk about it."

I didn't know what she was referring to but I knew enough to keep my

mouth shut and go along. That left one other problem. It was ticklish

but I needed to be as up front as I could be with them.

"Errr, that only leaves one issue."

At their questioning looks I explained about Katrina. Mentioning my

sister did not bring the response I'd expected. Ellen and Elaine shared

a knowing look.

"We had a feeling there was more to you and Katrina than met the eye,"

Ellen said. "It is most surprising to us that you aren't more involved

with her than you already are. We'll make an exception for her, if

necessary, but hopefully she'll join our group too. You just need to be

as honest with her as you are with us, Okay?"

Elaine and Cindi nodded their agreement. So we made our pact there in

the drive-in and sealed it with a kiss. It didn't bother me at all that

decisions were being made for me. I saw immediately that everything was

exactly as Elaine and Ellen described. And I also knew that I was in

love with all three of them and that they loved me. There would, no

doubt, be bumps in the road and issues to work out but all in all how

fucking luckier could I ever get? Sorry ladies, Johnny Pulaski just went

off the market.

We stayed at the drive in for another hour, mostly talking about our

future. The twins decided that they would transfer into Palmdale as

seniors instead of juniors so that we could all graduate together. In

turn, Cindi and I agreed that, if Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh insisted they

wait until they were sixteen to enroll in college, we would wait also. I

know we weren't the first young people to make grandiose plans for the

future, but I thought we were much better equipped than most to make our

plans reality. Of course I didn't know then that in a few months fate

would deal me a blow so staggering it almost rendered moot all we had

decided.

/Edited by Bert/