JiMC - Title: Lucky Stiff

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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purelycoincidental and entirely unintentional. There may bereferences to people in a historical context, but they arenot really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicitsituations in a fictional universe that only vaguely seemssimilar to the one we live in. Most of the characters inthis story are under aged. However, the target audience isadults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

This is a sequel to the story Lucky Tickets, and assuch, you may want to read that story first to get a betterintroduction to the characters present in both stories. Likea lot of sequels, its not really meant to be read out oforder.

Sometimes, in a persons life, an event happens thatseems very innocuous at the time, but is destined to have abig impact on his or her life.

One such event in my life happened on a sunny day inAugust, 1974. I was walking with my friend Jack through avacant lot at the corner of the street where I lived. Imanaged to stumble upon a roll of purple tickets with thelegend Lucky Tickets printed on them. Those tickets turnedout to be quite magical.

I soon found out that if I pulled a ticket off the rolland handed it to somebody, I could make a wish of the personreceiving the ticket. The wish has to be within the power ofthat person to grant the wish. That means I cant wish for,say world peace, unless that person is somehow able toachieve it. There were some other limitations with thetickets, but they were still very powerful. Imagine handinga girl a ticket and make her to think that youre the sexiestguy in the world. Suddenly, her whole world image wouldchange. Youd really be the person that she thought she waswaiting for her entire life, seemingly of her own volition.

I was almost sixteen years old when I found thosetickets, and my life started changing almost immediately.For one thing, as my example in the previous paragraphindicates, I discovered girls. I mean, I really discoveredthem. Thanks to those tickets, any girl would allow me toexplore her body, and would want to make love with me.

I actually did things like that at first. I discoveredthat I could really mess with peoples minds, take somethingfrom somebody, and even exact revenge upon people forperceived injustices.

Alas, it turned out that what I had thought was ablessing could turn out to be a curse. After a couple ofchildish acts of revenge, I found that I started to regretmaking some of my wishes. I found it very difficult to undothe effects that such wishes created. It also turned out,much to my surprise, that I had a conscience.

As a result, I spent a lot of time trying to make up forstupid and immature mistakes and I eventually decided to tonedown my use of the tickets. I promised myself that I wouldonly use them in circumstances that were within a reasonableset of boundaries or in emergencies.

I couldnt bring myself to abandon the tickets, so theywere always around and I found myself thinking of themconstantly. Of course, that also meant that temptation wasalways close to me. I am only human, and even with the bestof intentions, I find that a teenager is still prone to makemistakes.

This is the second story in the Lucky Tickets saga.

Since the beginning of my sophomore school year, I foundmyself the object of attention from a few of the girls in myclass. This was a new situation for meI had rarelyattracted any notice from members of the opposite sex before.

The thing that was different this year, of course, wasthat I was now dating Kristen Swift, my little blondeGoddess. Kristen was a senior, had a long mane of lovelyblonde hair, blue eyes, and a killer body. Her family wasrich, and I was definitely from the other side of town. Forsome reason, Kristen attended public high school, and I hadknown of her for a few years, mistakenly thinking that shewas responsible for my losing the friendship of somebody thatI had once been close to.

Kristen was also eighteen months older than I was. Thatin itself was unusual in high school. Usually, it was olderboys that dated younger girls. Girls seemed to look formaturity in the guys they dated, and they associated maturitywith age. The fact that Kristen and I were going steady wasatypical to say the least.

Apparently, this new situation seemed to make some girlsgive me more than a casual glance as dating material. Afterall, if somebody like Kristen found me interesting, theremight be more to me than was immediately apparent. The levelof my perceived maturity rose proportionately due to the factthat Kristen thought I was dating material. Kristen was nolonger the leader of her own clique of girls at school, butshe was well known enough that my stature in school naturallyrose until I was pretty much known on sight by just abouteverybody.

Being naive, I didnt know exactly how to handle this newattention from the girls, so I simply tried to ignore it.Some girls saw my reaction and set their sights elsewhere. Acouple of girls saw my reluctance as a personal challenge.Somehow attracted by my attitude, they went on crusades toensnare me.

One of these crusaders was Sherry Jordan, a sophomorelike me that I had known since seventh grade. Sherrys brownhair was very curly and was so fine as to look fragile. Herbreasts were on the smallish side. She wasnt the mostbeautiful girl in the world, and I always thought of her as ashy girl in junior high. Every time I saw her, she lookedlike she was concentrating on something or other, a look thatI guess I associated with studiousness. Like most of thegirls at that time, Kristen being the notable exception,Sherry wore what I thought was too much makeupheavy onmascara and eye shadow.

I discussed the attention I was receiving from Sherrywith my good friend Patty, who was a senior at the school.Patty was a red-headed friend that I introduced to Kristen.Patty was mildly amused about the way I described Sherrysactions, understanding that the girls my age were still goingthrough emotional changes themselves. She explained to mehow they were just trying out their new wings, so to speak,and how the air of sexual permissiveness of the mid-1970sprobably had a lot to do with their attitudes as well.

It was nice having somebody like Patty to talk to. Ifound her to be a remarkable source of insight into otherpeoples feelings. What Patty told me made a lot of sense.In fact, in the past year or so, I had seen some of my maleacquaintances start to notice members of the opposite sex, acomplete 180 degree reversal from their previous attitudes.

However, as I mentioned, I already had a girlfriend, andI was very much in love with Kristen. I had no desirewhatsoever of doing anything that would jeopardize myrelationship with her. Therefore, I found myself gettinginto the habit of trying to avoid Sherrys attentions.