Heather was forced to break another "date" with Brad, much to general grumbling and griping on his part. She hated to do it, but she needed time to talk to Jason and Melinda about the house. She wanted to know more about it. Unfortunately, they could not tell her much. Not even the "wonder nerd" knew anything more.

"I thought you'd give me some big hour-long explanation on how it worked," Heather said to Jason. The three of them wandered down a nature trail in the greenbelt that ran along the street outside Heather and Melinda's home. It was more or less secluded here, and they could speak freely.

"I wish I could," Jason said.

"I just hope you're right about the pregnancy thing!" Melinda piped.

"No, she probably is. I mean, if the house can do everything else, it makes sense it could do this."

"Are you sure?"

Jason was not sure about anything, but he did not like the alternative. "What would be the motivation to lie to us? It doesn't make sense."

"It was really weird, Jason," Heather said in a softer voice. "When I was talking to it ... I wanted to trust it. It was very hard not to."

Jason nodded. He had had that same sense as well.

"So ... are you two going tomorrow?"

Jason and Melinda exchanged a look. "Sure, I guess. Since you're okay with it now ..."

"And I'm coming along, too."

"It's Jason's turn tomorrow," Melinda said. "Just so you know. It was supposed to be today."

Heather paused and nodded. She looked over to Jason and smirked. "So you going to make me fuck you?"

Jason's face went scarlet. Both Heather and Melinda giggled at this, though Melinda actually felt a little jealous at the prospect.

"Well ... if you're okay with that," Jason said. He tried very hard to low-key his interest. He didn't want to let on just how badly he wanted it.

"Yeah, I am," Heather said with a small smile. "Go ahead."

"I still can't believe we did that," Melinda said in a low voice, looking over to Jason.

Jason was more surprised than any of them. He knew he had wanted to do this, but to have it actually happen was so astonishing to him that he still had not completely come to grips with it yet. He was only now truly coming to the realization that he was no longer a virgin.

He looked over to Melinda and slowly smiled. "Neither can I. It was nice, though."

Melinda nodded and smiled as well.

Heather looked at them and sighed to herself. Now she was thinking about Brad again. She was starting to entertain the idea of taking the final step with him. She still could not get past the pregnancy thing. She'd be nervous no matter what protection they used.

Unless, of course, she could use the house.

"Um, guys?" Heather said. "I was wondering. Do you think we could maybe bring someone else in on this?"

Jason was about to ask her who, but Melinda was already shaking her head. "No way."

"I just thought if I could get Brad to join, we could ..."

"Ewww! Ick!"

"Oh, stop it, Mel."

"You're not bringing that thick-head to the house," Melinda declared. "I don't want him looking at me or touching me."

Heather frowned. "I wouldn't want him near you, pipsqueak. I want him to myself. Just the two of us."

"I'm not sure the house will let you, Heather," Jason said. "We tried to go back once in the afternoon and it wouldn't let us in."

"And I'm not giving up a day just so you and Brad can make out," Melinda said. "No way."

"So why couldn't we just go off on our own and you two can ..."

"Heather, you always want to take over everything!" Melinda whined.

"Stop acting like a baby, Melinda! I don't want to take over, I just ..."

"We shouldn't let any more people know about it," Jason interrupted loudly. "What if he decided to tell someone, someone that would stop us from doing this anymore?"

"He wouldn't do that!" Heather protested.

"Heather, his Dad is military," Jason said.

"So?"

Jason stared at her as if expecting that just mentioning the word should have been enough for her. "You have any idea what they might do?" Jason asked, aghast. "It's bad enough how much they cover up UFO stuff ..."

Melinda turned her head to one side and rolled her eyes.

"All right, all right!" Heather said crossly. "Fine. I won't tell him. Anything to stop you from going on about UFO conspiracies."

Melinda snickered at this, but could not resist one last parting shot. "Maybe after Jason boinks you, you won't want Brad the Wonder Boy anymore."

Jason blushed again at this. Heather glared at her little sister, but did not say a word in retort. She did not want to admit that this was exactly what she was worried about herself.

The next morning, it was not until Jason had reached the house that he realized this was the first time that he had no lingering doubts. It was as if Heather joining their group had suddenly made it okay, that it gave their activities a final blessing.

It also helped that he was too excited about the prospect of finally having Heather.

His excitement was admittedly tempered by the concern that Heather might decide to back out at the last minute. He was elated when he saw Heather walking right alongside Melinda a short time later. Yet it was obvious to him that Heather was looking rather uneasy.

"You okay?" Jason asked.

"I'm just a little nervous," Heather said with a shaky grin. "I haven't done this for awhile."

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, she's gone three whole days without."

"No, Melinda. I haven't done that with Brad. Not yet."

Melinda reacted to this with surprise. "Why not?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Same reason you were yelling at me about yesterday."

"Oh? Oh! You mean, uh, the pregnancy thing."

"Yeah, that. Mom won't let me take the pill."

"And you're sure you want to do this, right?" Jason asked. He silently cursed himself for asking it a split-second later. He hated having a conscience sometimes.

"As long as you don't hurt me or have me do anything really weird."

"You should, though," Melinda said indignantly. "For some of the silly stuff she made me say."

Heather sighed, but Jason smiled. "It's all right, I promise I won't do that."

Melinda just shrugged indifferently. "Well, let's get inside."

"Wait a minute," Heather said. "Are you both going to be, um, controlling me?"

"Yes," Melinda said.

"No," Jason said at the same time.

Melinda gave Jason a look.

"It's my turn today," he said mildly.

"But ... what are you going to have me do?"

Jason had not, admittedly, given it that much thought. But now as the two girls looked at him, he realized that he had a golden opportunity. He could have both of them at once. His heart thumped at the possibility.

Melinda smirked. "Never mind, I just figured it out. You perv."

Jason would have blanched at this if it had not been for the small, wry smile on Melinda's face. He grinned sheepishly at her.

"Just as long as you don't have us ... well ... touch each other."

"Ugh!" Heather cried, recoiling in disgust. "That's gross, Mel, even for you!"

Jason could not help but smile at this. While the idea of two girls going at it was enticing -- as it was to a lot of boys his age -- he didn't see himself asking that of Heather and Melinda. Besides, he was more interested in what they could do with him and not each other.

"Oh, great, you put the idea in his head. Nice going, runt."

"Me? I just ...!"

"Wait, wait, settle down. Jeez," Jason said. "I'm not going to do it, I promise."

Heather looked unsure.

"He keeps his promises about that, Heather," Melinda said. "Remember, he wasn't the one that made me boink him, you were."

"Okay, okay. Let's get inside, then," Heather said in resignation.

When they stepped into the living room of the house, it was as if the house had already anticipated what they wanted. As soon as they were clear of the door, both Heather and Melinda felt it at once, the swift descent of the thick blanket that smothered their will and their self-control. A warmth spread through their bodies at the same time, with a flare of more intense heat between their legs. It was no more than a minute or two before they were both helpless, unable to think for themselves, panting softly.

Jason was a little spooked by the transition and how it had happened without him voicing a word to the house.

It was quite obvious what you wanted, Jason.

Jason flinched. The voice had sounded fairly amused. He didn't think he was that transparent.

And now you have it. Your wildest fantasy. Two girls to service you.

Jason was quivering with excitement as they both looked at him with eyes that were dark with lust and begging him to command them. They each trembled, as if the effort to remain still without him making his desires known was a strain on them.

He thought it, and it happened. They began to strip themselves of their clothes.

He felt a rush, more so than simply the excitement that was making him very hard. For the first time, he truly appreciated the power he had. He did not want to have to say anything, for he doubted he could get the words out. He enjoyed having them simply know what he wanted.

Two slaves. That's what he had for as long as he wanted. They would do whatever he wished of them.

And best of all, Jason, said the voice in a sultry tone, one of them is Heather. You've been waiting for this for a long time.

Any lingering doubt vanished from his mind.

"Come upstairs with me," he said in a slightly quavering voice.

"Yes, master," they said in unison.

He smiled at this and led the way, both girls following close behind him.

"Here, Mrs. Conner, let me help with that."

The auburn haired woman looked up with some surprise as she stepped away from the car, her arms loaded down with several bags of groceries. She gave the boy approaching her a cross look. It was bad enough that the garage contained so much junk she couldn't park the car inside it anymore, she didn't need some kid from the neighborhood bothering her.

At least until she saw who it was.

"Oh, hello, Richie," said Audrey Conner, smiling slightly. She willingly gave up the bag that he had been trying to take from her. "Sorry I didn't recognize you at first."

"Oh, no problem, ma'am. Is Jason around?"

"No, he's out." Her face took on a bemused look. "Amazing. First I can't get him away from the computer and now he's been going out almost every morning."

"I haven't seen much of him either, ma'am," Richie said, hoisting the bag in his arms. His hand groped around the side of the bag.

"Oh? I assumed he was going around with you."

"No, ma'am. I haven't seen him in days."

"That's rather odd. I wonder where he's going off to."

"I think he has a girlfriend, Mrs. Conner." His hand finally found something that had the shape of a jar. When he squeezed it, it did not yield. Glass. Perfect.

Audrey gaped at him. "A girlfriend? Jason? My Jason?"

"Well, I'm assuming, y'see," Richie drawled. "I've seen him hanging out with Melinda Sovert."

"Imagine that," she said. "I guess it's about time he dated."

Richie just smiled.

"Well, let's get these inside. Thank you for your help, Richie."

"Anytime, Mrs. Conner."

As soon as the woman's back was turned, Richie reached into the bag and pulled out the jar, which turned out to be applesauce. Just as they were about to reach the front door, he dropped it and let it shatter on the sidewalk.

Audrey froze and whirled around.

"Oh, snap!" Richie cried in horror. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Conner! It was on the top and started to roll and I couldn't grab it in time!"

Mrs. Conner sighed. "It's all right, Richie," she said in a forlorn voice.

"I'll help clean it up for you ..."

"No, that's okay, I have to do some watering with the garden hose, I'll take care of it. I just needed that for tonight's dinner."

Richie gave her a contrite look. "I'd offer to fetch another for you at the store, by my Mom needs me back home do some yard work. Hey, why don't you just send Jason around when he gets back?"

"I suppose I'll have to. Here, just leave that bag on the steps and I'll take it inside."

"I'm really sorry about that."

"It's okay, you meant well. I'll tell Jason I saw you."

Richie smiled. "Thank you, Mrs. Conner. I'm sure he'll be glad to know that."

Jason decided he wanted them to do all the work. Instead of taking off his own clothes, he had them do it. Heather worked him above the waist, Melinda below. It was the perfect setup, for Heather stood very close to him and brushed him with her tits whenever she could. When she was done, she drew close to him and let him grab them with his hands.

Jason loved feeling the weight of her tits in his fingers, and the way the flesh rippled when he played with them. Heather giggled, and then moaned softly when he stroked her nipples, making them rise to prominent, hard nubs in the middle of her large areolae.

Below his waist, Melinda had finished sliding off his briefs, and he felt his cock slip into her eager mouth.

Heather leaned into him, her lips meeting his. He returned the kiss excitedly, one hand still squeezing the ample flesh of one of her tits. Her lips parted in response, her tongue sliding excitedly over his. She began to moan through her nose as he flicked at the nipple with his fingertips, feeling her body tremble with lust.

It was all perfect. Everything was happening just as Jason wanted it.

Melinda's head bobbed steadily back and forth, giving his cock long, slow strokes with her lips and tongue. Her fingers gently fondled his balls, bouncing them lightly in her fingers, tugging them from his body to prolong his rise.

Heather broke off the kiss, breathless. "You're making me so wet," she panted, her eyes dark and sultry. "Please touch me. Touch my pussy."

Jason surprised himself at how steady his hand was when he let it drop from her breast and between her legs. His fingers found hot, wet flesh between tight folds. Heather moaned deeply, closing her eyes, her body quivering. "Oh yeah ... " she murmured as he stroked her.

"Oh, wow," Jason murmured, automatically swinging his hips gently in time to Melinda's mouth movements up and down his cock. His fingers in Heather's sopping slot slowed in response to his own rising sensations, making Heather whimper for more.

Jason found it impossible to concentrate on both at once. He moaned as he climbed upward, Melinda moving back and forth faster, her cheeks dimpling as she sucked at him harder. He oozed a bit as he rose. Melinda pulled back until just the head was in her mouth,taking the few drops that had emerged from him like a cat lapping up milk. She drew him back inside just a little, enough to balance the head on her lips while she lashed at the sensitive spot just behind the head with her tongue.

"Oh God ..." Jason groaned. He withdrew his fingers from Heather and clutched at her. Heather hugged herself to him, rubbing her tits against his body, panting as her hard nipples slid across his skin.

"Please touch me again when she's done," Heather whispered hotly into his ear.

Jason swallowed, breathing hard as he strained. Melinda pumped his cock with her mouth, fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft. Finally he reached the top and went over, his legs going weak for a moment as he throbbed. Melinda's tongue milked the underside of his cock as he came, lips squeezing around his shaft. Jason groaned loudly over and over until he was finally spent.

He was in a bit of a daze for a few moments, until Heather looked urgently into his eyes. "Now me, please, master."

Melinda rose to her feet, panting as her fingers sank into her pussy. She moaned with aching need.

A thought from Jason, and Heather eagerly walked over to the bed. She pulled herself to the center of the mattress, smiling and spreading her legs for him. Despite having just climaxed, he was still very much excited, and felt himself already responding a little when Melinda came up beside him and gently stroked his flaccid cock. It helped that Melinda used the fingers she just had in her pussy, fingers slick with her own moisture.

Jason looked at Heather's cunt, wet, glistening, and inviting. He parted from Melinda and climbed between Heather's legs. Already he could smell her, a musky scent of arousal that was much stronger than Melinda's. As he lowered his head to her mound, her aroma rose like steam from her wet pussy.

Like before with Melinda, Jason knew exactly what to do. He spread her labia with his fingers, exposing the bud of her womanhood. Heather drew her breath in anticipation, and let it go as a soft moan when he licked at it.

Jason relished the first taste he took of Heather. In many ways it was very similar to Melinda, but in some ways different. Heather's pussy had a heavier flavor, thick and aromatic. Melinda was lighter and sweeter, heavier only past her labia and into her tunnel.

Melinda crawled onto the bed next to them and masturbated slowly, moaning softly. Heather whimpered as Jason tongue-stroked her more deeply, her moans growing more strident as Jason drove her upwards. He found he loved the sound of both of them making those noises at the same time. Melinda responded immediately to the thought, stroking herself faster, her moans matching the urgency of her sister's.

Jason knew all the moves. It simply came to him as naturally as walking or breathing. He knew moves that Brad never discovered. Soon he had her writhing on the bed, throwing her head back and uttering little cries of delight as he dove his tongue into her cunt, drawing it back up over her clit, licking the shaft faster and harder. The taste and scent was almost overpowering to him, but he loved it.

"Oh, please, make me cum," Heather begged as the strain grew. "Master, make me cum!"

"I need it, too!" Melinda cried, her fingers caressing her clit in a slow rhythm that would keep her just out of reach of orgasm. "I need to cum, too, master, please!"

Jason smiled to himself. He pressed his lips to Heather's mound and sucked at her clit. He discovered he could take much more of hers into his mouth than he could Melinda's, and took shameless advantage of this. He sucked and licked until Heather cried out, her body tensing as she strained hard at the edge. Melinda gave her own strident whimper, hovering just under her peak.

Jason suddenly had the urge to hold his breath .

The next second, hot liquid warmth spurted from Heather's pussy and over Jason's mouth and chin.

WOW, Jason thought to himself, stunned. He knew this sort of thing happened with some girls, and he dimly remembered seeing it happen to her the day before. Yet it was another thing entirely to have it happen right in his face.

Melinda came at roughly the same time. Both girls filled the room with cries and gasps of pleasure, hips bucking and bed shaking. Jason licked at Heather's clit until she lay limp and quivering.

He lifted his head from Heather and drew himself up, her juices still dripping from his chin. Heather was panting as she came down, but Jason was not intending to pause, not even to wipe his face. His cock was hard again, and his heart beat fast in his chest as he contemplated exactly what he wanted to do next. Everything was leading to this, to his ultimate dream, and he didn't want to stop now, not when he was this close.

Heather looked up at him, her eyes widening, her breath growing short again from mounting excitement. She paused only a moment before spreading her thighs, ready and eager to receive him. In one slow, smooth movement, he penetrated her. She gasped and tilted her head back, uttering a long groan as he slid inside her.

Jason closed his eyes and savored the moment. This was the culmination of all his fantasies. Everything was perfect. He was utterly confident and steady.

He slid his cock deeper into Heather, more to prove to himself that this was really happening than anything else. The best part of it was that it was happening exactly as he had wanted. She lay under him, submissive and excited, gazing up at him with desire. When he drew his cock back and forth just a bit, his movements only teased her, and her eyes burned with need for more.

Jason felt his own need making his cock ache, and he began to thrust in earnest into her.

"Oh yeah ..." Heather breathed. "Oh yeah! ... Fuck me, Jason ... fuck me ..."

"I'm still so horny!" Melinda cried in desperation, and began masturbating again.

Jason panted hard as he redoubled his pace. This was incredible! No awkwardness at all. He didn't even have to think about it. He just did it. It was just like with Melinda the day before. Most of all, he loved hearing Heather's cries. She wanted him. She was thrilled by his attention, his prowess. It was more than he had ever thought he would get.

"Oh God!" Heather gasped. "Oh yeah! ... Cum inside me, Jason! ... Oh, please, cum inside me!"

Jason groaned, his cock straining again as he grew closer. Heather clutched at his hips, urging him to pound into her faster. Jason gladly obliged, losing himself to the moment.

"Ohhh! ... Yes! ... YES!"

Heather's orgasm rippled through her body, her cunt throbbing so hard at the start that she could not make another sound. The next moment Jason uttered a deep and guttural groan as he began to pulse hard inside her. Next to them, Melinda cried out as well as her own pussy convulsed in pleasure. Finally Heather's voice returned, and she cried out over and over, gasping for breath by the end of it.

Jason rolled off Heather, his now flagging cock aching not unpleasantly, and all three lay catching their breath. Quickly, his control slipped from them, their will returning in a rush.

Heather spoke first, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Oh. My. God."

"I hope that means it was good," Jason said, still breathing hard.

"Glad someone here got some action," Melinda grumbled.

"I'm sorry, Melinda," Jason said. He smiled weakly. "I did try to please you, too."

"It's all right, really." She struggled to sit up, gasping softly when her pussy throbbed twice more. She gave him a wan smile. "I know you've been wanting to boink Heather anyway. So was it everything you thought it was?"

Jason grinned like a kid on Christmas morning and nodded.

"And what about the queen herself?" Melinda said with a smirk.

"Shut up, Mel," Heather said, but her voice was weak. "Oh my God. I don't believe this."

"Come on, admit it! You liked it!"

Heather swallowed and finally nodded.

Jason came close to admitting that the house likely helped, but he held his tongue. Just perhaps he wanted Heather to think it was all his own doing. That would sit very well with him indeed. "And, see, I kept my promise. I didn't make you two do anything with each other."

"Yeah, you didn't do that but ... " She suddenly bolted up to a sitting position. "Wait, did you actually ... fuck, you did. You actually made me call you 'master'!"

Melinda smirked. "Yeah, he did that to me the first time, too. And again today, you sicko!"

Jason managed to laugh at Melinda's comment, which made Heather give them both a sharp look.

"Oh, get over yourself, Heather," Melinda said, giggling. "It's just in fun."

"Still, it was freaking weird."

"So? Make him call you 'mistress' or something when it's your turn again. Or 'queen', or 'big bossy bubble-head', or whatever you want. It doesn't matter. We're supposed to have fun with this."

"I think I'm going to need some time to get used to it," Heather said. "Maybe I can be next to ..."

"No, it's my turn tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay. Don't freak out."

Jason actually enjoyed this. Watching the two of them spar was amusing now.

"Look, no offense, Jason, but don't tell anybody about this, okay?" Heather asked, a pleading look in her eyes. "I mean, I enjoyed it but ..."

"But you don't want people to know the school geek did it with you," Jason said.

"Um, yeah. Sorry."

Melinda made a face. "Yeah, wouldn't go over with your bubble-head friends, would it, Miss Popularity?"

Heather glared at her little sister but said nothing in response.

"It's all right, Melinda," Jason said. He shrugged and sighed. "Who would believe me anyway?"

When he thought more about it later that day while he was running an errand for his mother, Jason realized that he didn't much care that he could not tell anyone about him and Heather. He never felt he had needed to prove himself to his peers before, and this did not change his attitude. Even if they knew about it -- even if they believed it -- it might make them jealous, and cause more problems for him.

What helped was the fact that, after going so long without any sexual experience, he had managed to have two girls in as many days. That was a personal triumph.

He also thought it rather amusing that his mother now thought Melinda was his girlfriend. He didn't bother correcting her once he saw how pleased she appeared to be. He should have figured that Richie would eventually tell someone that he thought Melinda and he were going together. He supposed in a way they were.

Jason liked Melinda more and more as the days went by. He felt he was growing more attracted to her than Heather now. Heather had a great body and was fantastic in bed, but he liked Melinda's personality so much better.

And if his mother just thought Melinda was a girlfriend and nothing more, she wouldn't question them being seen together, so that worked out as well.

Jason did not take long at the grocery store, since he had only one item to get. He tried to hurry, as dark clouds were brewing up into the sticky air towards the west, and the storm was sure to blow in off the mountain and over Haven.

A few seconds after leaving the store, a figure emerged from behind the car parked at the curb. He saw it was Richie and automatically stopped. In a split second he saw that a friendly greeting was not called for here, but before he could retreat, Richie had grabbed him by the arm and shoved him hard against the side of the car.

"So, Mr. Geek," Richie began with a humorless smirk. "Mr. I'm Not Good Enough To Be Richie's Friend Anymore."

"Richie, what the hell are you talking about?" Jason cried anxiously. He tried to step from the car but Richie shoved him hard in the shoulder. Jason banged back into the car, the jar in the plastic bag he was holding cracking loudly against the door and breaking. "Aw, shit, look what you ..."

"Jason, shut the fuck up."

Jason blinked and stared at his "friend", wide-eyed with fear. Off to the side, thunder rolled, vibrating the sidewalk and booming against his ears.

All trace of humor was gone from Richie's face. "So why didn't you tell me about it, huh?" he demanded. "Why keep it from me? You can't trust me anymore? Some thanks I get for saving your fucking ass so many times."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said tonelessly.

"Cut the shit, Jason. I know what you've been up to. You and Melinda, and now Heather."

Jason's mouth fell open.

Richie grinned. "Yeah, that's right. I saw all three of you coming and going from that house. I know what you've been doin' there."

Jason's hands clenched and his stomach churned. A breeze blew up and rustled his hair as he stared at Richie, bringing the singed taste of ozone to it as another crack of thunder boomed in the distance. "You ... y-you can't prove anything," he heard himself say.

Richie laughed. "I heard you guys talking, dude," he said. "I know you did something with Heather. Shit, Jason, Heather! You fucked Heather and you didn't tell me? Your buddy?"

Jason frowned. "Yeah, like you would've believed me even if I had! And ... and you're hardly a buddy."

"I'm a buddy until I say I'm not. I made sure the other guys didn't fuck with you. That makes me your buddy. You owe me, Jason."

Jason did not believe he owed Richie anything. He wanted to tell Richie that if he no longer wanted to "protect" Jason, then so be it. Jason was tired of pretending that he liked listening to Richie ramble on ad nauseum about baseball or cars. He was beginning to realize that Richie was a friend only when he wanted something.

But now Richie was turning into one of the bullies himself, and Jason didn't need any trouble, not when he felt like he had everything going his way. "All right, fine," Jason said curtly. "What do you want? Money? More tutoring the next school year? What?"

Richie snorted. "Shit, use your fucking brains. I want in."

Jason gaped at him.

"You're fucking two girls now. Two of them. You can spare something for your old buddy, can't you?"

"What?? I can't do that!"

"Why not? Why the fuck not?"

"I don't know if they want to."

Richie paused for a moment, and then slowly smiled. "That doesn't matter, does it?"

"Huh?"

"You're doing something to them, aren't you?"

"What? No!"

"Come off it, Jason!" Richie spat. "No fuckin' way you're gonna get two girls to get dirty with you. If it was just Melinda maybe I can understand that. But not both of them! Not at the same time! Whatever you did to them, I want you to show me what you did."

Jason's head was spinning. He didn't know what to do. They were not supposed to tell anyone else about this, but they had not counted on someone spying on them. "What if I don't tell you?" he asked in a small voice.

"Then maybe your Mom would like to know her kid's been fucking the baby Sovert girl. Or maybe Melinda's Mom would like to know."

"Aw, shit, Richie, come on!" Jason pleaded, panic rising inside him.

"Aw, shit, Richie, come on!" Richie mocked. "Jason, you're getting me in on this, and that's it. You're going back to that house tomorrow, right?"

Jason nodded wordlessly.

"Nine in the morning, right?"

"Uh ... can you come a little later than that?"

Richie narrowed his eyes. "Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"I have to tell the others and explain it to them. Look, I have to, okay? We promised not to tell anyone else about this, and we agreed to do this fairly by taking turns and not cheating."

From the way Richie was looking at him, Jason knew he was babbling, but he didn't want to go into a lengthy explanation out here in public.

"Just fifteen minutes, that's all ..." Jason trailed off when a loud boom of thunder from a darkening sky drowned out his words. Rain began to lightly patter down from the increasingly leaden skies. "That's all I need."

Richie glanced up as a rain droplet stung one of his eyes. "All right, fine," he said. "I'll wait until nine-fifteen. But don't pull any shit on me, or I'll kick your ass. Got it?"

Richie turned and headed off without waiting for a reply.

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