When we last left Christie, she had just had sex with Chris for the first time. She awoke the next morning to her phone buzzing, feeling relaxed and refreshed, and a little sore between her legs.
Oh my God. Was that for real? Her eyes drifted around her room and settled on the picture of the two of them taken when Chris was an infant. My, you've certainly grown. The insistent buzzing of her phone drew her attention. What is so important on a Sunday morning??? 6 missed calls, and a dozen text messages. Jennifer, one of the varsity cheerleaders was on the line. "Hello?" "We've been trying to reach you all morning, where have you been????" "Um, asleep.
What's going on?" "Oh. My. God. Things blew up after you left last night. I wish you could have seen it." "Why, what happened?" "Lisa flipped out on Mike. Came storming out of the bedroom after they were done and started screaming about how small is dick is, and what a lousy fuck he was." "What?!?!?!?!!" Christie sat up, wide awake now.
"When????" "Not long after you left. Girl, you should have seen it, she was right in his face, holding her fingers like an inch apart, and screaming. 'This is you!!!! This is your dick!!!!!'" Christie covered her mouth to keep from laughing. "No way!!!!" "Oh yeah. It was awesome!!! That sonofabitch got humiliated in front of everyone. But then it got even better." "Why, what happened?" "So Mike is just getting pissed, right?
So he hauls off and slaps her!" "No way!!!" "Oh yeah. So now she's screaming at him about how she's going to file assault charges, and he's going to jail, and everyone's going to know that he's a woman beater." "So what happened next?" "Mike got hauled out of there by his friends, but it is blowing up on MySpace right now." "God, I can't believe I spent so long with that jerk." "I know, right?
So anyways, how do you feel today?" Christie smiled. "I feel great." "Really? After last night and how much you drank?' Christie caught herself. What could she say? 'I fucked my nerdy next door neighbor and he has a massive dick.'???
"Well, hearing what happened to Mike and all." "Yeah, that put a smile on my face, too. Alright girl, I'll see you tomorrow." After Christie hung up, she couldn't stop grinning. The asshole got his, and she got hers. Sweet justice. The drama between Mike and Lisa kept swirling for a while, and to Christie's pleasant surprise, she became even more popular as a result. The football players gave her props because she hadn't flipped out like Lisa had, and also because she had put up with Mike, who had seriously damaged his rep by hitting Lisa.
Several popular upperclassmen had asked her out, but rather than go out on one-on-one dates, she elected to hang out with them in groups, or in casual settings, it seemed safer to her, more comfortable. She finally did go out on one date, with another senior who was really cute. She hoped that it would be a different experience than her previous dates, and it was, until the end. He was much more mature and sophisticated than the guys her age that she had gone out with, easily making her laugh and able to engage her in conversation.
However, when they got into his car after dinner, he leaned over to kiss her. That in itself wasn't so bad, he was a really good kisser, and Christie responded, but then he grabbed her breast and squeezed it, causing her to pull back.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not comfortable with that." She stammered. He stared at her incredulously. "Come on, after you've been fucking Mike? What's your problem??" Christie stared at him in astonishment. What kind of a girl did he think she was??? She looked down, embarrassed, and her eye caught something on the seat between them.
A condom. He had a condom with him. It must have fallen out of his pocket when he leaned over to kiss her. She snatched it up angrily and waved it in his face. "What is this???!?!?!?? What did you think was going to happen tonight?!?!? You bring this on our first date?!?!? What kind of a girl do you think I am?!?!?" He flushed, and muttered to himself.
"Take me home, now!!!" He sped off, tight lipped the whole way, saying nothing.
He dropped her off at her house and peeled away, leaving Christie fuming on the sidewalk. Of all the nerve&hellip. As she came in the front door, her mother spotted her. "Christie? You're home early, is everything okay?" The look on Christie's face brought her up short.
"Oh. I'm sorry. What happened?" Christie sighed. "Mom, what's wrong with guys? Why do they only want one thing?" Her mother hugged her tight. "That's the way they are at this age, sweetie. Then they get to your father's age, where all they care about is watching the game, no matter how much you tempt them." Christie squirmed in her mother's grasp. "Ewwwww, mmmoooommmmmm.
I don't want to hear about you and daddy." Her mother laughed and kissed her on the forehead. "Go have a nice long bath, that will make you feel better." As she sat in the tub, Christie sighed heavily. God, he was so cute. Why did he have to be such an asshole?
Was this what her love life was reduced to? Fighting off guys who thought that she would put out for them because she had slept with Mike? As she lay in bed that night, she thought that she might as well wear a red "A" on her clothes, like that lady in the Scarlet Letter that they'd had to read in English class.
She sat up in bed and glanced at the clock. Midnight. She was too wound up, too many things going through her mind to sleep. She walked to her window and gazed outside.
Admittedly, it wasn't much of a view, just the privacy hedge. With Chris's room on the other side. She had gotten a really good night's sleep the last time she had visited him. And he would probably be able to take care of her stress. Plus, she could trust him. She remembered that she still had the condom that she had discovered on her date. She grabbed it and crawled out her window. There was a gap in the hedge that Chris had discovered long ago.
She snuck through it and peered at the window. Even though the curtains were closed, she could make out the glow of his computer screen from inside. Good, he was still awake.
She tapped on the window. Chris opened it and peered outside. "Hey baby! Can I come in?" He licked his lips nervously, and opened the window for her, holding his hand out to help her climb through.
How sweet. He stood there nervously, looking her up and down, not sure of what to say. Christie smiled and took him by the hand and led him to his bed before directing him to lay back and take off his pants. Even soft, his dick was still impressive. God, it's so thick&hellip. She thought to herself as she whipped off her t-shirt, exposing her breasts. She bent down to strip off her shorts, and when she stood back up, she had to suppress a laugh. Chris had managed to achieve a full erection in just the time it had taken her to get naked.
She tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled it on him while playing with herself. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, pressing her finger to her lips, reminding him to be quiet. She placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered herself, letting out a satisfied groan.
After she got about a third of the way down, she had to stop and catch her breath. This had been easier when she had been drinking. Jesus, this thing is a monster. She twisted her hips back and forth a few times, and then continued her descent. She reached down and grabbed his hands, placing them on her breasts. "Remember baby, be gentle, okay? Just like last time." He nodded and begun to caress her breasts, lightly tracing her nipples with his fingers. Christie sighed and placed her hands on his chest to balance herself.
It was like touching a toast rack. Jesus, does he even eat? How can he be so skinny and have such a big dick? She took her hands off of him and placed them on her knees instead. While she worked her way up and down, she was able to gradually get all of him inside her. God, I still can't believe the size of him. With her clit resting on Chris's body, she began to move her hips in circles, grinding on it.
Oh yeah, that's the spot. She thought. She kept up her rotating motion while bouncing up and down a few times every now and again, just to feel him push in and out of her. Chris was still caressing her breasts, and she took his hands and placed them on her inner thighs. "Now here, baby." She whispered. Chris dutifully massaged the inside of her thighs, bringing a smile to her face with his gentle touch.
God, yes. Why can't all guys be like this? Before long, Christie could hear Chris's breathing start to get short and erratic, and his dick twitched inside her a couple of times. "Christie…" he whispered urgently. "I can feel it baby, hold off for a little bit." She ground down hard on him, and placed her fingers on her clit, rubbing it desperately. As she began to feel the heat of her orgasm spread from her pussy, Chris gasped and his dick jerked inside of her.
She held still and let him go, while she came on top of him, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his massive dick. She smiled down at him and rolled off of him. "You need to flush the rubber down the toilet, okay?
And the wrapper, don't leave it in the trash where it can be found." Chris nodded obediently while she pulled her clothes back on and headed towards his window.
"Don't tell anybody…" She slept great that night. After that weekend, Christie quietly resolved not to go on any more dates for the rest of the year. She would just hang out with people, and would sneak into Chris's room whenever she wanted sex. Yeah, the older guys were cute, but her experiences so far had scared her off of dating them. So she'd hang out with them, enjoy looking at them, and then fuck Chris while she closed her eyes and fantasized about them.
She was able to explore her sexuality with Chris in a way that she hadn't been able to with Mike. She had read about oral sex, but Mike had never gone down on her, so she never got to experience it. But now, she was able to find out what worked for her. The first time, she lay back on Chris's bed after stripping off her shorts, and spread her legs wide. Chris had began to pull down his shorts, but she stopped him.
"Not yet baby. First I want you to go down on me." He blankly stared at her for a moment before she figured out what was wrong. "Come eat me out. Use your tongue on my pussy." Comprehension dawned on Chris, and he crawled onto the bed, and placed his head between her legs. "Is this right?" He asked her as he licked her outer lips.
She stifled a laugh and pushed his head away. "No baby, not like that. You have to build up to it, not dive right in." Chris looked sheepish. "I'm sorry." He said, and begun to back away. She quickly grabbed the back of his head, halting his retreat, and reassuring him.
"No, it's okay baby, just go slow. Start kissing around it, on my thighs, and above it, right here." She pointed to her pubis. "You need to tease me, and then when I can't take it anymore, you start on my pussy." "How will I know when that is?" She smiled down at him. "Trust me baby, I'll let you know." Chris obediently resumed his task, and Christie lay back to enjoy herself.
It took some time, but eventually they both figured out what pleased her. By the middle of summer, she had Chris trained. He knew how to caress her breasts, how to go down on her, and how to rub her clit while she rode him. She would spend her evenings hanging out with her friends, and then making a detour into his bedroom before going home for the night.
It was getting to the point that she was starting to find reasons to leave her friends earlier and earlier to go see Chris. Unfortunately, the lengthening summer days meant that she had to wait longer and longer for it to get dark enough for her to sneak into his room unobserved. Thank God he was always at home and his parents went to bed early. Chris had tried to kiss her, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it, not in a romantic way, they weren't dating or anything, this was just a release for her.
She felt vaguely guilty about using him this way, but convinced herself that she was doing him a favor. After all, he wouldn't have to go out begging for sex from some girl, he was getting plenty from her.
As the first day of school approached, Christie looked forward to a brand new beginning. The Seniors who had made her life so difficult the previous year were now gone, she was on good terms with the popular group in this years Senior class and she was ready to put last year behind her. As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw Chris getting off the bus.
She paused and studied him. His lanky frame, his floppy hair, his hurried and awkward gait. And what was his mom thinking, letting him leave the house dressed like that? Everything about him screamed "kick me". She eyed the other kids gathering into their distinct groupings. The jocks were pretty obvious, trying to swell their chests and holding their arms out to the side, as if their imaginary back muscles made it impossible to let them hang straight down.
The preppy kids, who did debate club and student government, wearing their polo shirts. The band nerds were able to congregate together in their shared status. Already, she could see Chris was going to have problems here. As she headed into the building, she began looking around. She quickly spotted Aaron. Shit, how could you miss him? At 6'6 and over 300 pounds, he filled up the hallway. "Hey, Aaron!" He turned towards her and smiled. Anyone would smile at Christie.
"Hey, pretty lady. How are you doing?" "Awesome! I need to ask you a favor." "Name it." She turned and scanned the crowd searching for Chris. Now where did he wander off to? She searched the edges of the throng, feeling pretty certain that's where he'd be. Yup, there he is. "See that kid walking along the wall?" "Which one? There's a million of them." "The skinny one, dressed kind of funny, keeps looking at the ground." "Oh yeah, what about him?
Did he fuck with you? Want me to beat him up?" "NO! He didn't do anything to me!! But I do want you to take care of him." Aaron ran an appraising eye over him, then looked down at Christie. "Why?" "Because, he's my neighbor.
I want you and the guys to promise to look out for him." Aaron shook his head. "Christie… I don't adopt strays." "Aaron, pleeeeaaaassssseeeee????" He sighed. "Okay." "Thanks, you're the best!! He's pretty shy, so you may have to be insistent at first, but once you get to know him, he's pretty cool.
He likes video games and is good with computers!" Aaron stared at her, incredulous. "What are you, his dating service? Why am I doing this??" "Because you love me, and you're the best! Thanks, bye!!" And she scampered off to class while Aaron sighed. That should keep him safe she thought.
That night she snuck into Chris's room for some fun, and he told her that some football players had taken him under their wing that day, and she smiled to herself.
The next day, she saw Aaron in the hallway. "Thanks Aaron, I appreciate it." "No problem. He fixed Justin's laptop, and told me the cheat codes for Halo. He's alright." "Good. He doesn't really fit in anywhere, so it's easy for him to get picked on." Aaron waved a massive hand dismissively.
"We got his back. Anyone fucks with him, we'll straighten them out." Christie gave him a quick hug and was on her way. "You're the best, thanks!" The year progressed, and things were much better for Christie.
Even though she wasn't a senior, she still ranked pretty high in the school hierarchy. Aaron and the rest of the core varsity players had taken Chris under their wing, and Christie was glad to see him starting to come out of his shell a bit.
She would even see him at football games, cheering. Despite the fact that she had many would-be suitors, she adhered to her no dating policy. She just couldn't trust guys, except for Chris. She would get a little tingle between her legs when she saw him, knowing that at any time she wanted to, she could sneak into his room and he would satisfy her without having to put up with any bullshit or drama that guys always seemed to cause.
Things were going just fine until Aaron fixed Chris up on a date. To her dismay, Chris was going out with a Freshman cheerleader named Hailey.
Christie didn't really know her, but what she saw of her in cheerleading didn't make a very good impression. She was cute, sure, but she was also a total ditz and stereotypical cheerleader, only interested in jocks, not suitable for Chris at all. To Christie's surprise, she felt a slight twinge of jealousy when she saw that Chris was trying to spruce himself up for the occasion with a stylish new haircut, and some decent clothes.
Why wasn't he doing that for me?!?!?!? She wondered. As Christie lay in bed that night, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
What if Chris decided he wanted to date Hailey? What if he stopped letting Christie have sex with him? What if Chris told Hailey about what they had been doing and Hailey told everybody else???? Oh God, she'd be the laughingstock of the school, all of her friends would know that she'd been fucking a nerd, no one would ever talk to her again!!! Christie sat bolt upright and flung the covers off herself. Her feet hit the floor and she began pacing up and down in her room.
Suddenly she realized that she was worried about nothing. No way will Hailey date Chris, he's not her type. Even with the new haircut and clothes, he's still a nerd underneath it all. There's nothing to worry about. I'm overreacting. Christie climbed back into bed, and as she drifted off to sleep, she could feel a slight twinge of guilt. She was willing to fuck Chris, but not date him. Her baby … He deserves better … Was Christie's last conscious thought.
The next day at cheerleading practice, Christie overheard Hailey chatting with her friends about how she had broken off her date with Chris. As the girls laughed about his unsuitability for Hailey, Christie was silently seething. You little bitch, you have no idea what you're talking about. He's not good enough for you?!?!? Hardly. You aren't good enough for him!
Christie fumed the rest of practice, and at the end decided to do something about it. She waited until Hailey was leaving, and then asked to speak to her privately. She drove them to Starbucks and began trying to persuade Hailey as to why she should go out with Chris. Hailey was hesitant, and began voicing all the standard objections. As she ran through her excuses, Christie brushed them aside, pointing out to her the silliness of the high school social hierarchy, aware the entire time that she was totally in its' grasp.
To her surprise, she actually began to feel a little bit sorry for Hailey. The poor girl had gone though a similar dating gauntlet as Christie had, and was just as fed up with it as Christie had been. As Hailey complained about the boys, Christie looked across the table in sympathy.
Hailey was cute as a button, tiny and exotic looking with brunette hair that cascaded down past her shoulders, but her downcast expression spoke to her disappointment as she went through a litany of complaints that Christie was all too familiar with. You're too young to be this disillusioned. Christie thought to herself. Then Hailey got right to the heart of the matter: She was popular, and Chris wasn't. This irritated Christie to no end. First of all, she was right.
Second, it was the very reason Christie had kept her relationship with Chris a secret. Third, it was incredibly shallow. And fourth, Hailey recognized that. How in the world did this little airhead see that and I didn't? Christie wondered. She eventually wore her down and Hailey agreed, albeit rather reluctantly, to go out with Chris on one date. As she drove home, Christie was fuming. She was still smarting from Hailey's rather pointed question of why she wasn't going out with Chris, if she thought he was so great.
Christie kept telling herself that it was because Chris had never asked her out, but deep down inside, she knew better. She knew that even if he had asked her out, she would have refused him. She would have given him some bullshit answer about not wanting to change things between the two of them, but in reality, it would have come down to the fact that … The nerve of that little bitch! Telling her that Chris wasn't popular enough for her to go out with!!
Christie studiously ignored her own hypocrisy in this matter; it was different for an upperclassman. The one thing that an older girl didn't do was to date a younger guy, and certainly not one who wasn't popular. Things just didn't work that way. Christie tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see Chris impaling Hailey on his massive dick, while the little spinner moaned in ecstasy.
She could see them walking around school, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. She could see them standing in the front of a church, with Hailey looking radiant in a white gown, pledging their lives to one another. Christie sat up, furious. Fuck that. She crept out of her bedroom window, and snuck over to Chris's. She had accidentally broken the latch on his bedroom window and it no longer locked shut, leaving her free to climb in whenever she felt like it.
Chris was half asleep when she arrived, but she didn't need him, just his dick. She yanked off her shorts and sheathed his dick with a condom before dropping right down on him and began furiously riding him, trying to relieve her stress. She grumbled to herself while still fucking him. Why was he asking her out???? Why was he getting dressed up for her???? What made her so special????? She didn't even like him, Christie had to talk her into going out with him!!!!
She glared down at Chris while she rotated her hips on top of him, grinding her clit in between their pubic bones. You ungrateful little shit, after all I've done for you, this is how you repay me?????
She made him rub on her clit until she came. God, that's so good … An idea struck her and horrified her, and she glared down at him. "And you better not fuck her!" God, if Hailey got a chance at him … "What are you talking about? Do you mean Hailey?" He replied, dumbly.
"Fuckin'a I mean Hailey. I don't want you fucking her. I don't even want you touching her, got it?" "But Christie, we aren't going out, I called it off." He protested. "I know. I called it back on. You're going to the movies on Saturday, and you're going to be a perfect gentleman, understand me?" Christie was fuming. You better treat her like a lady, none of the bullshit that I had to go through! "Christie, you can't do that!" He sputtered. "Oh yes I can!!" She fired back.
"Well this isn't fair!!! You make her go out with me, but then tell me what I can and can't do???? What the hell, Christie?" He demanded. Christie stared at him for a moment, a torrent of thoughts racing through her head.
Why was she doing this? What gave the right to try and control him this way? Suddenly, the words popped out of her mouth, totally unbidden. "You're mine. Mine, understand me? And I'm not sharing you with anyone." Christie was just as shocked as Chris was. Was she really jealous of Hailey? Did she really feel that possessive of Chris?
Chris just gaped at her, too shocked to speak. But when he did finally manage to find his voice, he just made her more upset. "Yours? I don't belong to you. You're not my girlfriend. Hell, we don't even go out, you just sneak in here when you want sex!! You won't even let me kiss you!! This isn't fair!!!" Christie was furious. Who does he think he is?!?!??? She was one of the most popular girls in school, every guy in school wanted her, and their dads, too!!
And this little nerd thought he could dictate to her???? She was letting him go on this date, how dare he give her attitude!!!! He should be fucking [i]worshiping[/i] her, licking the ground that she walked on!!! Anybody, ANYBODY would give their soul to be able to have sex with her! And he was complaining?!?!? The fact that he was right and she was treating him like shit wasn't lost on her, and made her even angrier.
She was furious, and she couldn't hold it in. "You think that I can't get sex from anyone I want? Are you kidding me? Fair???? FAIR?!?!?!? Kiss you??? You should be grateful that I even acknowledge your existence, you don't exist without me!!!
I made you!!! All your friends at school??? They're because of me!! Your 'date' on Saturday? It wouldn't be happening without me!!! You're nothing, NOTHING without me!!! One word from me and it would all disappear!!!! So don't you fucking cross me!!!" Oh my God, what am I saying?!?!?!? Christie, STOP, you're acting like a crazy woman!!! Why are you saying these things????? Why are you hurting him???? Tears welled up in his eyes, and the look on his face tore Christie's heart out, but she just couldn't stop herself.
She couldn't tell if she was angry at him, herself, Hailey, or all three of them. And despite herself, she couldn't stop hurting him. "And don't even think about threatening to tell anyone about what we've been doing. Do you think that anyone would believe that I would be fucking a total loser like you? Or I could just tell people that you raped me." As soon as she said it, she knew there was no going back.
It was true, no one would believe the two of them had been sleeping together, but to put it the way she had… Chris was absolutely devastated; the look on his face would haunt her forever. Where there had once been total devotion in his eyes, there was only disbelief and desolation now. At least if he had hated her that would have been something, but this … it was like the very life had gone out of him. Christie was immediately filled with regret and self-loathing.
More than anything, she wanted to take him in her arms and tell him that she didn't mean any of it, but she knew that it would be of no use. She had broken his heart. Her baby … And the worst part was, this was just the culmination of months of mistreatment.
He would have walked across broken glass for her, and she knew that, and had used that to her own advantage, with no regard of how it was impacting him. She spun on her heel and climbed through his window so that he wouldn't see her own tears. How could she have been this callous? What kind of cold hearted bitch was she?? She lay sobbing in her bed that night. She couldn't believe what she had done to him, what she had been doing to him.
She had been using him, with no regard for him or his feelings. That was the sort of thing that the proverbial "Mean Girls" did. I'm an awful person … Did you even want to have sex with me baby? Were you ready for that? I never even asked you, I just took what I wanted, just like Mike did with me.
Christie eventually fell into a fitful sleep, troubled by disturbing dreams of watching Chris being devoured by wild animals, and not being able to help him. When she awoke, she held out a half-hearted hope that the previous night had just been a bad dream, but as soon as she came to consciousness, she knew the awful truth: She really had said those horrible things to him. When she saw him leaving for school that day, he looked awful, like he'd barely slept. Worse than that was his body language.
Christie thought that he'd looked bad at the beginning of the year, this was way beyond that. He looked like he had lost the will to live. It broke her heart just to look at him, and to know that she was the cause of it was even worse. She thought that she would wait a couple of days, and then try to talk to him, even though she had no idea what she would say. Apologize, obviously, but what beyond that? What could she say that would take away the hurt and the pain she had caused?
The first time they saw each other, it was across the lunchroom. Even from that distance, the look in his eyes was too much for her to take. There was still no anger, just a deep reservoir of sadness, and he turned away from her. As soon as he looked away, Christie fled outside, fighting back tears.
She retreated to a far alcove where no one would see her, and she sat down to have a good cry. "Mees Chreestee! Mees Chreestee!!" Christie looked up to see an older Hispanic woman standing at the doorway, holding it open while trying to manage several special students.
One was in a wheelchair, and obviously developmentally disabled, as were all of the charges in the woman's care. Ms. Inez had been working at the school since before anyone could remember, she was in Senior photos that dated back to the 70's, always surrounded by several handicapped students. Two of the students had scampered away from her, and she motioned to Christie. "Weel you please watch Suzanna. I haf' to get those two." And she scurried off after her escapees.
"Shawn! Tyler!! You two come back, right this instant!!" Christie stood next to the wheelchair-bound girl awkwardly for a moment. She had never spent time around people like this. Sure, she saw them in the halls occasionally, or heard them screeching from time to time, but she never paid them any mind, they simply weren't a part of her social scene, and she never had cause to interact with them. As she stood there, the girl in the chair clumsily swung her hand around towards her several times, causing Christie to back away.
"I'm sorry, am I standing too close?" She asked her. Shit, what am I doing talking to her, it's not like she can understand me, can she? The girl began squawking at her, and Christie wondered what to do. She looked up for Ms. Inez, but she was still corralling the two runaways. Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! What do I do, whatdoIdo?!?!?!? She gently laid a hand on the agitated girls shoulder, and Suzanna flung her opposite hand on top of it. Christie panicked. Holy shit, did I make her mad????
Instead, Suzanna reached up with her other hand, took Christie's hand in it, and began gently stroking it as she held it. Christie was shocked, and looked up from her hand to Suzanna's face and was met with a soulful stare. Suzanna squawked at her again, and looked away, still holding her hand. Christie wasn't sure what to do next, so she simply stood there, holding hands with the girl in the wheelchair. Ms. Inez finally returned with her two runaways in tow.
"Thank you Mees Chreestee." She said in her heavy accent. She looked at the pair of girls holding hands. "She likes you. She don' do that with jus' anybody." She took Suzanna's wheelchair and began pushing it down the walkway. Suzanna held tight to Christie's hand, and Christie obediently followed. "Now Suzanna, you need to le' her go, she has theengs to do." "It's okay, I can walk a little bit." Christie responded.
"Thas' nice of you dear, but you don' haff to do thaaatttt." "No really, it's fine." Christie walked along for a few yards before speaking again. "Ms. Inez? You've been doing this a long time, haven't you?" "Oh yes dear, since I wassan' much older than you." "Umm. Why?" Ms. Inez stopped walking and turned to look at Christie. "Wha'chu' mean, 'why?'?" Christie felt embarrassed.
In her privileged world, her biggest issue was deciding which party to go to, and how it would impact her social standing. "Well, I mean, it's such hard work, and, and … It just must be really difficult to do for so long." Ms. Inez eyed her closely. "Haf' you been crying, sweetie?" Christie looked down. "A little. But then I see these kids, and I realize that my problems aren't such a big deal after all." Ms.
Inez patted her on the arm. "Effryone's problems a big deal to them. You haf' boy troubles?" Christie nodded slightly. "At'chor age, thas' a big deal." She thought for a moment. "'Chu know why I do this? Because effrybody need someone to look out for 'dem. Effrybody. Eben pretty girls like you. You remember that." And she turned and continued on her way, yelling ahead at Shawn and Tyler to stop and wait for her. Christie stood and watched them go. Everybody needs someone to look out for them … She looked up to see Hailey walking by with her friends.
Hailey gave her a quick wave and a shy smile. Christie smiled and waved back at her, then looked back into the lunch room, where she could just make out Chris, sitting with Aaron and the guys. She smiled to herself. She may have shattered her own relationship with Chris, but she could help to steer him and Hailey along the right path. And who knows? Maybe he would eventually forgive her for what she had done to him.
And even if he didn't, she had at least tried to make up for it by making sure that he had a good girlfriend. Christie was glued to her window on Saturday, peering out to see when he left. Chris came out of his house with his dad, looking pretty good in his new clothes and haircut.
Christie stayed in her room most of the afternoon, periodically checking for him. His dad had returned, so Christie figured that she'd just wait until his dad left again. After a few hours, his dad took off, presumably to get him.
Christie checked her watch. Four and a half hours. That's a good sign. They returned about an hour later, and Christie hunched down, trying not to be seen. She waited breathlessly for Chris to exit the car. When he did, it was with a bounce in his step and a shy smile, while his dad was grinning ear to ear and tousled his hair as they walked into the house.
Christie smiled to herself, and left the window. When Christie saw the two of them on Monday, she couldn't believe her eyes. Hailey was marching down the hall, hand in hand with Chris, ignoring the disbelieving stares. People were pointing and whispering, and Chris looked uncomfortable with the attention, but Hailey acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The rest of the day, Christie tried to sort out her conflicting emotions. She was incredibly jealous of Hailey, but proud of her at the same time for rising above the high school bullshit, and ashamed of herself for not being able to do the same.
She restrained her curiosity, but she couldn't wait until cheerleading to find out what had happened. Unfortunately, Hailey's friends had the same idea, and had her cornered at practice by the time Christie arrived.
Rather than butt in, Christie hung back and tried to eavesdrop on their conversation. She couldn't quite hear them, but she could tell that Hailey's friends were grilling her about Chris. She was able to hear Hailey angrily defend him though, and watched her storm away to another part of the mat.
Good for you, girl. She quickly got up and went to join her. Hailey was obviously upset, and Christie sat down in front of her. "I wish I had your courage." She confessed. Hailey looked up in surprise.
"What are you talking about?" "To do what you want to do, no matter what your friends think, or whether or not it's popular. That's pretty courageous. I really admire you for that, and wish I was a little more like you." Christie almost burst out laughing at the look on Hailey's face, but what she said pierced her heart. "Are you kidding me? You wish you were like me? You're like, the coolest girl ever!!! All the guys want you!!! All the girls wish they were like you!!!!" Christie smiled and grabbed Hailey's hands.
Oh sweetie, if you only knew the truth. Christie thought to herself. I'm living a lie. Everyone may think that I have it all, but on the inside I'm terrified that someone's going to tear the façade away, and expose the insecure little girl to the world.
And who would like her? "I'm not as cool as you think. I still worry too much about what's popular and what's not popular, about what people think about me." Hailey looked down, her face red with embarrassment as she confessed what she had done.
"I made him take me some place where no one I knew would see me with him…" Christie smiled at her and squeezed her hands "But you let everyone see you hold his hand in school today." Why didn't I do that? Why couldn't I have done that? Damn it, what's wrong with me?
They were interrupted by Hailey's friends who had come to apologize to her, and Christie wound up inviting them to sit down next to them. As the girls discussed Hailey's date with Chris she kept quiet, but asked a few leading questions that kept proving to Hailey just how good of a guy Chris was.
The more she listened to Hailey, the more she liked her. Yes, she was a ditz, yes she wasn't very smart, but she was smart enough to see that Chris was a good guy, and she was also mature enough to not care about whether or not it was the cool thing to do. If only I had done the same thing … Without even realizing it, Christie became Hailey's confidant. At first she tried to keep her distance from the situation, and just kind of nudge her towards Chris, but it wasn't long before the two of them were talking on the phone for hours at a time, discussing everything under the sun.
Christie burst out laughing when Hailey complained that Chris hadn't kissed her yet, despite the two of them having gone on several dates, but she was also secretly relieved that their relationship was proceeding slowly. She ached to talk to Chris, but every time she saw him, she was just too ashamed to say anything. She realized how much she missed him, and it wasn't just the sex. She missed being able to talk to him on those long afternoons when they were in their backyards.
She missed her baby, but she also realized that was no one's fault but her own. What could she possibly say to him? "Sorry I treated you like shit, even thought you've loved me all your life? Can we start over?"!?!?!? This was the price that she had to pay for treating him so badly, and she accepted it, even though she hated it. She was sitting at home one night when her phone rang. Hailey. That's odd; it's pretty early for her to be calling me on a Saturday night.
"Hey girl, what's up?" "Christie! Thank God you answered! I just left Chris in the movies!" Hailey had a panicked sound in her voice and Christie was instantly concerned. "Why, what happened?" "Oh my God. We were making out, right? And I started to feel his &hellip.
You know." Christie's heart fell. Fighting to maintain her self control, she managed to get out the question that she feared the answer to.
"Hailey &hellip. Did you touch his dick?" How dare you???? How DARE you?!?!?!?!? "Yes!! Omigawd Christie, it's huge!!! I started rubbing it and everything!!" You … little … slut. Christie chided herself for her reaction. Hailey was Chris's girlfriend now, and she had every right to want to touch him, but Christie still couldn't help feeling jealous.
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she spoke again. "And what did he do?" "He tried to get me to stop, but instead, I put his hand on my boob…" "And????" "Oh my God&hellip. He put his hand under my bra … he started rubbing me &hellip. I couldn't believe how it made me feel!!!!" I can. Were you gentle with her baby, the way you were with me? "In a good way, or in a bad way?" "Both!!!!! I had to get out of there!!! Oh my God, if he had done that just a little bit longer, I would have torn off my clothes and fucked him right there!!!" This can't be happening.
Not yet. She took a deep breath and steadied her voice. "Do you want to have sex with him?" "Yes! No!! I don't know &hellip. I really, really like him, and he's a great guy, but I'm not sure &hellip. I'm just 14. But some of my friends have already done it, and I don't know if I should …" Christie cut her off.
"If you aren't sure, then you aren't ready Hailey. I wasn't ready, and it was the biggest regret of my life. I should have waited for when it was with the right guy, and I was ready." True, she didn't want the two of them having sex, but this bit of advice Christie was able to give with a clear conscience.
"But what if Chris is the right guy? What if he dumps me now for a girl who will put out?" Christie was about to respond, but Hailey cut her off, telling her that she'd call her later. Christie took a deep breath, and commanded herself to relax. Please, please don't do anything stupid Hailey. She kept staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring, and trying to convince herself that she was talking Hailey out of having sex with Chris for Hailey's sake, and not her own. Nearly an hour later, Hailey called her again, but this time she was furious.
"He's already done it with someone else!!" "What?!?!? He cheated on you???? I don't believe it!!" "No!!! Before me!!! He did it with someone else before we were going out!!!" Ohhhhh. Ummm. This could get awkward. "Did he say who?" Christie's mind was racing. I can explain Hailey, it's not like what you think, I'm trying to help the two of you, really I am … "Some girl he met on vacation!!
What kind of girl has sex with someone she meets on vacation???? Anyways it doesn't matter, he's already had sex, and it wasn't with me!!!" 'A girl he met on vacation'?????
Really????? Oh honey, I can't believe that you fell for that. But at least she doesn't know it was me, I don't think I could have explained that to her.
"Hailey, Hailey, calm down." Christie soothed her. "Sssshhhhhhh, honey, it's going to be okay, everything is going to be okay." "No it's not!!!! He's going to dump me now, I know it!!! I'm going to do it with him; do you think I should do it with him?????" Christie could hear the tears starting to flow on the other end of the line. Absolutely not, not until you're ready, and not because you're afraid that you'll lose him.
"Hailey, calm down. Take a deep breath, and lower your voice, your parents may hear you. Now I already told you, if you don't think that you're ready, then you aren't." "But he's going to want to do it with me!! He's going to dump me now because I don't want to!!!" Christie smiled to herself. At least she still knew Chris better than Hailey did. No way would he do that. Now to make sure that Hailey saw that. "Hailey, has Chris ever pressured you to do anything that you didn't want to?" "No." She mumbled.
"And who started everything tonight?" "I did&hellip." "Okay. So Chris didn't try to make you do anything you didn't want to. And didn't you say that he even tried to stop you?" "Yes&hellip." Hailey mumbled. Christie smiled to herself as she calmed Hailey down.
Everything's going to be okay honey, you'll see. Then a thought crossed her mind. This was way beyond anything Hailey had ever done before, what was she thinking? "Hailey, this isn't like you, what got into you tonight? Were you just curious?" "I had some rum earlier, I was a little tipsy." Christie was immediately upset with her. What if she hadn't been with Chris, but some other guy instead, or at a party?!?!?
Some asshole may have taken advantage of her!!! She could have been raped!!!!! "Oh my God. Hailey, you have got to be kidding me!" "I wasn't drunk!!" Hailey protested. "So you got buzzed, and started feeling Chris up, is that it?" "Yes." Hailey mumbled under her breath.
Even on the other end of the line, Christie could sense her embarrassment. "And even though you had been drinking, he still stopped when you wanted him to?" "Christie, that's not the point! The point is, what happens next??" Christie thought for a bit. "If he breaks up with you because you won't have sex with him, then he isn't the right guy." "But." Hailey began to protest.
Christie cut her off. "No matter how much you like him. Remember that. Now sleep it off. It'll all be okay in the morning." Hailey mumbled to herself and hung up, leaving Christie deep in thought as she sat staring at her phone. Maybe, she reasoned with herself, if Chris is still horny, I can get him to fuck me, and we could go back to the way things were.
It would be so easy. She thought to herself. Bless her little heart, Hailey would never know.
But as much as she missed Chris, she also had grown close to Hailey, and didn't want to hurt her. If he's horny enough, he might break up with her. And he's not the skinny little nerd anymore, he's actually kind of popular. Could I really date a younger guy, though?
And how could I explain it to Hailey? Shit, she'd hate me forever. Christie realized that she was hoping that Chris would dump her friend for her own benefit and stared at the floor in shame. Don't you think you behaved badly enough with Chris without treating poor Hailey like this as well? You're supposed to be looking out for them, not twisting this to your own advantage!! Christie looked at the clock. Midnight. She'd been thinking about this for so long, she hoped Chris was still awake.
She snuck out of her window, and slipped through the gap in the hedge. She still wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she took a deep breath, and opened Chris's window and crawled inside. He was in bed, but as soon as she entered, he sat bolt upright.
"What are you doing in here?" He snapped. "I want to talk to you." Chris turned his back to her and lay back down. "Well I don't want to talk to you.
And I think that you said everything that you had to the last time we spoke." Okay, maybe this won't be as easy I thought. Christie knew that she had some serious damage to repair. She crawled into bed behind Chris, and pushed her body up against his. "Hailey called me tonight. She told me what happened. She's really upset." "That's none of your goddam business." Shit, he was stubborn.
Maybe a more physical approach was needed. And plus, listening to Hailey describe Chris's dick had reminded her how much she had enjoyed it and was missing it.
She reached around and grabbed Chris's cock, enjoying the feel of his meaty shaft swelling in her hand. With her other hand, she began caressing his back. Mmmm, he's filled out really nicely. She thought to herself.
Hailey doesn't know what she's missing out on. She fought to remind herself that she was here to help Hailey, but she just couldn't resist trying to win Chris back for herself.
"She was also very impressed by your dick. I had to keep from chiming in when she described it to me." That got his attention.
He turned over and looked her in the eye. She could tell that he was worried. "Christie, you can't tell her." Christie set his mind at ease. "Relax. I didn't tell her anything. Although I have to say, your 'vacation fuck' story is a little bit thin. You may need to come up with something better, or at least more detailed." At this point she started stroking his cock, hoping to remind him of how horny he was, and that a sexual outlet was right there for him.
Dammit, that's not why I'm here, not why I'm here, not why I'm here. But it was no use. Her good intentions couldn't keep her hormones at bay. She pressed her lips to his ear. "I've missed you." But it didn't seem to work.
Chris turned his back to her again. "Leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you. Besides, I thought you said you didn't want me fucking her." Dammit, why did he have to remember that?
She kept stroking him, hoping that his horniness would outweigh his anger. "I was upset last time, I'm sorry about what I said." "Maybe so, but you can't take it back. You called me a loser. I hate you for that." Christie realized that she was fighting a losing battle here, but she could at least start to repair her relationship with Chris.
She let go of his cock and wrapped her arms tight around him. "Baby, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me for that?" "I'm not your baby." He growled. "And no, I can't." To hear him say that was like a knife through her heart. Christie spoke quickly. "Yes, you are my baby." She replied. "You've always been my baby. Ever since I came over here and your mom let me hold you. You were only a couple of weeks old. You've been my baby ever since, and you always will be." Chris was silent for a little while, and Christie found herself holding her breath.
Would he forgive her for those stupid, thoughtless remarks she had made in anger? "No." He finally said. "Get out of here." Christie felt all her hopes dashed in a single instant.
Chris, her baby, had turned his back on her.
And you deserve it. She thought to herself. After how you treated him and what you said to him, you don't deserve to have him love you. Shit, you were even trying to go behind Hailey's back and fuck him tonight!!!
You've been awful to both of them!!!! She felt her tears start to flow, and she choked back a sob. "Go on. Leave. I don't want to see you ever again." She reluctantly let him go, and crawled out of his bed. She took one last look at him, and bent over to kiss him lightly on the cheek. "Goodbye, baby." She climbed back out of the window and made her way back to her own room, her eyes blurring with tears.
She lay in bed that night, crying softly to herself, feeling more alone and more disgusted with herself than ever.
The next morning, Hailey sent her a text. Everything's ok. Christie smiled wanly and sent her a smiley face in return.
Good luck Hailey. She thought to herself. Please, please, be better to him than I was… Christie watched as Chris and Hailey's relationship continued on strong.
While most people were surprised to see the changes in Chris, it made her feel good to see him developing into a confident, outgoing guy. Eventually Chris even started talking to her again, even though it was nothing more than pleasantries when the two of them bumped into each other. Christie secretly hoped that Hailey would do something really despicable and break Chris's heart, leaving her free to reclaim him, but Hailey just wasn't capable of it, and Christie was ashamed that she wanted her friend to do such a thing for her own selfish benefit.
Eventually, Hailey broke the news to her that Christie had been dreading since that night at the movies: She was ready for sex with Chris. Christie kept a tight leash on her own emotions, making sure that Hailey knew what she was doing, and hoping against hope that she'd get cold feet, but it wasn't to be.
Hailey went through with it and loved it. She described each detail to Christie, completely unaware that she was tearing her heart out with each word.
Christie couldn't help but compare her own first time to Hailey's, and her heart yearned to have had that experience herself. She would lie in bed at night and masturbate, reliving Hailey's description of how gentle Chris was, and how his massive cock had stretched her out.
One thing that struck Christie was the difference between their experiences: As good as sex with Chris had been, she instinctively knew that it had been better for Hailey.
She had just fucked Chris, but he had made love to Hailey, and there was a huge difference. As she lay flat on her back with her legs spread wide apart, she worked two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy while she rubbed her clit with her other hand, and imagined Chris lying on top of her, pushing his massive dick deep inside her, hitting her cervix while he looked down at her lovingly.
Someday, Christie thought to herself. Someday I'm going to get another chance, and I'm not going to fuck it up. I swear baby, just give me another chance and I'll prove to you that I'm worth it. In the meantime, she came to think of herself as the couple's fairy godmother, guiding and advising Hailey through the normal travails of a teenage relationship, while imagining herself in Hailey's place.
She even helped her through a pregnancy scare that had frightened Christie as much as it had Hailey. The thought of Chris getting someone else pregnant rocked her to the core. She's not supposed to have your baby, I am. She knew that she couldn't just live vicariously through Hailey, and started dating again. The guys were nice enough, and with more experience and maturity, Christie was able to handle herself a little better now, but she knew that they were just substitutes for Chris.
She did date one guy whom she thought might be able to take his place, and she slept with him a couple of times, but just wasn't able to relax enough to enjoy it. It was all in the eyes.
He wasn't connecting with her during sex, and Christie just couldn't feel safe with him. To her surprise, she found that she much preferred going down on guys. Knowing that she was the one in control made her feel a lot better about the situation, and it satisfied them, at least for a time. And any guy who wanted more than that was out of luck, and if they tried to pressure her, she dropped them. She had attempted to reconnect with Chris several times over the course of the year, but he remained distant and unresponsive to her.
The last time they spoke was at her graduation party. She had cornered him in her parents' bathroom and tried to extend an olive branch to him, but he brusquely turned it aside. How long? She thought. How long will you hate me for baby?
Christie sadly gave up trying, realizing that she had driven away the one guy who truly cared about her. The night before she left for college she sat at her window for hours, debating with herself as to whether or not she should try and pay him one last visit, but she chickened out and went to bed, dreaming of a reunion that they may have in the future. Just not yet. He's not ready yet. She thought to herself as she drifted off.
Christie held out high hopes for better prospects when she got to Duke, but to her great disappointment, found that the guys there were even worse. The prevailing hook-up culture made them assume that any girl was an easy conquest, and it didn't take long before Christie stopped attending parties.
She kept tabs on Chris through Hailey, and to her surprise Chris had turned into quite the ladies man. Even though he and Hailey were no longer together, they still hooked up on occasion, and according to Hailey, he was cutting quite a swathe through the female population of the school. She was slightly disappointed to hear how promiscuous he was, but at the same time, quietly proud that she had trained him in the art of pleasing a woman so well.
According to Hailey, the girls were lined up for a chance to have him pleasure them. From the stories Hailey had shared with her when she and Chris were still together, Christie could recognize the different things that she had taught him, and was slightly miffed that Chris was using those techniques on other girls. All those girls are enjoying what should be mine. Her sophomore year, things took a turn for the better when she met Eddie through her business class, and soon developed a bit of a crush on him.
He was tall and handsome, but kind of shy. He didn't fit the stereotype of a typical frat guy. At first, they were just study buddies, but over the course of the semester their relationship evolved into something a bit more. They weren't officially dating, but they weren't just meeting to study, either. Eventually, Eddie asked her out, and Christie reluctantly agreed.
Although she braced herself for the worst, Eddie didn't push her into any uncomfortable situations, and their date felt more like they were hanging out. Christie found herself enjoying the experience, and she started hanging out with him more and more.
Eventually they started dating, although she hesitated to refer to their relationship that way. They did kiss a bit, but it was never more physical than that. Christie had explained to him that she had a bad experience when she was younger, and he didn't press her on the details, nor try to push her into doing anything that she wasn't comfortable with.
She eventually began going down on him, and Eddie, bless his heart, had told her that he was willing to wait for as long as it took for her to feel comfortable with doing more. A large part of that was the fact that Christie gave phenomenal blow jobs. She had perfected her skills her senior year of high school, and Eddie was a grateful recipient of her abilities.
He had tried to reciprocate once, but Christie declined, and he never brought it up again, although she did give him points for at least wanting to give back to her. Finally, towards the end of her junior year, Christie decided that she was ready. They had known each other for over a year, and they had been dating for several months. Eddie apologetically informed her that he had a mandatory fraternity function that Saturday night, but Christie surprised him by informing him that she would accompany him.
Eddie's eyes grew wide. "Really???" Christie had always avoided his fraternity activities like the plague. "Yeah, I think it will be nice to see what goes on." She replied. Mandatory Fraternity Function, my ass!!!!
Christie thought to herself. It's a fucking whore house!!! Like most Duke parties, it was at a rented house off campus, to circumvent the universities drinking policies. Eddie explained that it was just a mixer with their affiliated sorority, but it looked to Christie like a rave.
Most of the girls were wasted and stumbling around half-naked, coming on to any guy within reach. She grimaced as one drunk Asian girl came stumbling down the stairs yelling, "I need some dick!!!
I need some dick!!!" Eeewww, Sorostitutes. She cocked an eyebrow at Eddie. "Is this what goes on at these things all the time?" At least he had the decency to look embarrassed. "I'm not sure what the deal is tonight, I swear it's not normally like this." She kissed him on the cheek.
"Take me to a room, I want to talk to you." He led her upstairs, where it was a little bit quieter, if you ignored the squeaks of bed springs and the sounds of moaning coming from behind some of the doors. As they entered the room, Christie pushed him down on his bed and started undoing his pants. Eddie grinned down at her. He really enjoyed Christie's outstanding oral skills, and she put them to good use on his shaft, slowly licking up and down the length of it, then twirling her tongue around the crown, licking it like she was cleaning cake frosting off of a candle.
She slowly stroked her hand up and down his cock, helping to spread her saliva all along it. She twisted her hand in a spiral motion, adding to his pleasure as she pumped her mouth up and down on the tip of his dick. She then placed her mouth on just his cock head, and began licking it while she linked her thumb and forefinger together in a circle, gently rotating up and down his cock.
She kept this up for a dozen strokes, then she devoured his cock, taking him right down her throat, pushing her nose up against his stomach.
A few more strokes with his cock down her throat, and she retreated back so that just the head was in her mouth, and she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his shaft again, stroking up and down. She alternated between sucking just the head and deep throating him for several minutes, bringing him to the brink of cumming, and then backing him off. Eddie lay back to enjoy himself.
Christie had the face of an angel, and to see her bobbing up and down on him was the fulfillment of all of his adolescent fantasies. When she abruptly stopped, he looked down at her. "Is everything okay?" "Everything's fine, honey." She produced a condom, and his eyes grew wide.
"Does this mean&hellip.?" She smiled at him. "Yes. I'm ready." And she began to strip her tank top off. Before she had even gotten it halfway over her head, Eddie leapt at her and tore it off of her, then yanked down her shorts and panties while she unsnapped the clasp on her bra. "Oh man, you have no idea how badly I've wanted this.
I've been going out of my fucking mind, waiting for you!!!" She smiled at him. "I know you have honey, and I really appreciate it. I know that this hasn't been easy for you, and I'm going to make it worth your while, I promise." She pushed him down flat on the bed before she began to lower her head towards his cock once again, but Eddie reached down and grabbed her shoulders, spinning her over onto her back before leaping on top of her.
"Fuck that! I love your blow jobs, but I've been waiting for this for too long!!!" Christie laughed out loud, pleased that he wanted her so badly, and she reached up and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him softly. As they broke their kiss, she looked into his eyes, and saw his eagerness, mixed with lust and excitement. She was slightly disconcerted by the desire she saw there, but she reminded herself that they had been together for several months, and she had been making him wait for quite some time.
Eddie was mauling her tits while he kissed her, and she began to protest. "Eddie, take it easy honey, that hurts." "Sorry, sorry!!" He panted before he began planting kisses all over her face. "Slow down honey, we have all night." Christie reminded him, but poor Eddie was so eager, he couldn't contain himself. His frat brothers had been giving him shit for months over Christie's refusal to put out, and he finally told them that they were fucking, just to get them off his back.
The chance to actually have sex with her was too good to put off. He slipped a pillow under her hips to tilt her pelvis up towards him, and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, looked down at her, and pressed into her tight slit. Christie moaned at the feeling of penetration. It had been so long for her, and she had forgotten how good this could feel. She closed her eyes and laid her head back enjoying the sensation of Eddie's cock pushing in and out her.
"Holy shit, you're so fuckin' tight." He moaned. He grabbed her knees and pushed them back towards the bed, spreading her wide open, and allowing himself deeper penetration as he began to pound away at her. His balls were slapping against her asshole on every stroke. He leaned down and began to kiss her passionately, and Christie reached between their bodies to begin rubbing her clit.
After a few minutes of furious fucking, Eddie moaned, held still, and came. Christie could feel his dick twitch inside of her as he sighed and rolled off of her. "I'm sorry babe," he told her. I just got too excited, and I couldn't hold back. Give me a little while, and I'll take care of you, promise." Christie smiled to herself and threw an arm across his chest as she kissed his cheek.
"It's okay honey, really it is. I know that I've made you wait a long time." As she lay there next to him, she gently stroked his cock and started kissing him. After a few moments of this, she rolled on top of him, stroking and kissing him a little more forcefully.
She could feel his cock start to twitch a little and firm up in her hand, so she pressed it against her outer lips, and began rocking her hips back and forth, brushing her clit with the underside of his cock. As his cock began to swell, Christie removed the soiled condom and dropped it in the trash. She leaned over his cock and began stroking it again, using some of the leftover seminal fluid as lube.
She straddled his thighs, and began using both hands on his cock, stroking him back to full hardness. Eddie began running his fingers along the insides of her thighs as she pumped her hands up and down in a rhythmic fashion, changing her grip, and swirling her hand around his shaft. With her left hand, she took a firm grip and began milking his shaft, while her right hand worked in circles around the underside of his crown.
Eddie sat up and pushed his face toward hers as she leaned in to kiss him. She gently pushed him back down, and began gently rubbing her hand across his chest, while still pumping her hand up and down his cock. When she was satisfied that he had reached full hardness, she climbed off of him and retrieved another condom. She tore the wrapper off and popped it into her mouth before going down on him, unrolling the condom with her lips as she did so.
She bobbed up and down on him a few times, making sure to spread her saliva all the way down his shaft, before she climbed on top of him and slowly settled back on him, taking all of him inside her in a single motion. With one hand rubbing her clit, she began rocking up and down on top of him, flexing her knees to control the depth of his penetration. Eddie reached up and pulled her down to share a lingering kiss before he placed his hands on her hips, and began to guide her up and down, while at the same time, rolling his hips up and down, meeting her on every stroke.
Christie placed her hands on his chest and began grinding into him, rubbing her clit against his body as she rolled her hips in circles before bouncing up and down on him again. She was getting close when Eddie stopped thrusting and rolled over before pulling out of her.
Christie moaned in frustration. "Eddie honey, I was so close." "I know." Eddie smirked. "That's why I stopped." He placed his hand on her hip and gently rolled her over on her stomach, while she continued protesting. He gently swatted her on her ass and told her to tile her hips back at him, which she promptly did. He straddled her legs and pushed back into her, filling her aching void once again with his cock. Christie propped herself up on her elbows so that her knees and torso were laying on the bed, with the rest of her pushed up in the air.
Eddie reached back and grabbed her ankles, pulling her feet forward until they were resting on his ass. Christie felt like a pretzel, but from this angle, he was pushing directly into her g-spot, and it wasn't long before she could feel her orgasm building up in her.
Eddie could read the signs, and he began to slow down and thrust more shallowly. Christie looked back at him and groaned. "You son of a bitch, what are you doing? Make me cum, please make me cum." Eddie grinned and resumed his deep thrusts, and it wasn't long until Christie was back on the edge of an orgasm. Her loud moans drifted down the hallway and attracted the attention of a few of Eddie's frat brothers. They began edging towards the door and quietly pushed it open.
Christie was lost to the world, her eyes squeezed shut and her body twitching and heaving while she urged Eddie to keep fucking her harder. "Mind if we join in?" She heard. Christie's eyes flew open to see three of Eddie's frat brothers standing around the bed. The one who had spoken already had his cock out, and was near her head, obviously intending for Christie to suck it while Eddie fucked her from behind.
Christie was too stunned to say anything when Eddie spoke up. "If she's cool with it, then I am." Christie was flabbergasted: was he really serious???? He was willing to pass her around to his frat brothers?!?!?
Christie found her voice as she pushed herself off of Eddie's cock and grabbed a pillow to cover herself. "Yes, I fucking mind!!!!! Get the fuck out of here!!!!! There's plenty of drunk whores here who will suck you off, go find one of them!!!!" The guys muttered and slunk out of the room, and Christie turned on Eddie.
"What the fuck was that?!?!?!? Are you fucking serious?!?!?!? You were willing to let those guys share me?!?!?!?" Eddie looked at her with an uncomfortable expression. "Christie, I said if you didn't mind, it wasn't like I was forcing you to do anything.
It's a Greek thing, brothers share everything." Christie began pulling her clothes back on. "Well you aren't sharing me!!! Jesus Christ, I can't believe you!!!! After all this time together, and you go and pull something like this!!!!" "Christie, I'm sorry, really I am.
But I couldn't tell them no, that was the chapter president. His family has a lot of connections that can help me after I graduate. Look, I'll smooth things over, but you really need to apologize to him. For me. It would mean a lot." Christie gaped at him. Was he really saying this to her? "Fuck you!!!!" Christie spat at him, and stormed out the door. He ran down the street after her, trying to get her to stop and talk to him, but she angrily pulled away. "Don't you fucking touch me!!
I don't ever want to see you again, I can't believe that you'd try and turn me out like some hooker!!!" She stalked back towards campus, and eventually returned to her residence hall.
Christie stormed into her room and slammed the door. "Bad night?" Her roommate Leslie asked. Christie whirled on her, causing her to back up a bit. "I'm through with guys!!" She snapped. "Why, what happened?" Leslie asked. As Christie recounted her experience, Leslie's mouth dropped open, and she covered it with her hand. As Christie finally finished her story, she sat on the bed next to Leslie and began to cry.
Leslie cradled her in her arms, and made comforting noises as she stroked Christie's hair. Christie took a deep breath, and tried to control herself. As she calmed down, she was aware of how soft Leslie's skin felt, and how good she smelled. Leslie was enough to break any straight guy's heart.
Pale skin, soft blonde hair, dreamy green eyes, 34C breasts … Shit, if I had a dick, I'd fuck her. Christie thought. She looked up at her with red rimmed eyes. "Maybe I should try dating girls." Leslie grinned at her. "I hate to tell you sweetie, but we're just as complicated." "Maybe I've been suppressing who I really am all these years. There has to be a reason none of my relationships work out." She leaned forward and tried to kiss Leslie, but she pulled her head back away from her.
"Christie, you're just upset." "Or maybe I'm finally seeing the light." Christie gently took Leslie's head in her hands and pressed her lips against her roommates. Okay, that wasn't so bad. Maybe I really am gay? She knelt on the bed in front of Leslie and smiled shyly. Leslie smiled and began leaning in towards her as though she meant to kiss her, but then would back away.
She repeated this a couple of times, building up the sexual tension between the two of them. She lightly brushed Christie's hair back over her shoulders, and teasingly ran her fingertips along the bottom of Christie's breasts.
When she finally did kiss her, it was with a gentleness that Christie hadn't ever felt before. She would lightly press her tongue against Christie's before pulling back, catching her upper lip between her own, lightly tugging on it before breaking their kiss. Without even realizing it, Christie found herself responding. Leslie reached forward and pushed her tank top and bra down, bringing Christie's breasts out in the open, and gently licked and sucked her nipples.
Christie found her hips swaying, and Leslie pushed her back on the bed, crawling on top of her and gently nuzzling her neck as she worked her way up to engage her in another gentle kiss. Christie ran her fingertips along Leslie's ribs and down to her ass, stroking up and down while Leslie kissed her, before hurriedly removing her shorts.
Their legs parted for one another, and Leslie began to slowly rub her thigh up and down between Christie's legs, sparking a fire there. Christie threw her head back and moaned, and Leslie kissed her way down her body, pausing to plant a kiss directly on her panties where they covered her mound. She began kissing her inner thighs while she tugged the panties down, exposing Christie's glistening pussy.
Christie played with Leslie's hair as Leslie began to eat her out expertly, working her way up and down her inner thighs before briefly alighting on her pussy, giving it a quick lick before sucking her clit in between her lips and humming a bit, sending gentle vibrations through Christie's groin.
Her soft hair traced along Christie's thighs and pussy with the lightest of touches, adding yet another sensation to the mix. Oh my God&hellip. Christie thought she was going to go mad with desire, she couldn't ever recall sex being this good. Leslie began pushing her finger in and out of Christie's pussy as she turned her oral attentions to her nipples, sucking them into her mouth, and lightly grazing them with her teeth.
She rested her palm flat on Christie's pubic mound, applying direct pressure there as she rubbed her clit. As Christie began gasping and moaning, Leslie began kissing her again, a little more forcefully this time, to match Christie's passion. Christie's hips began bucking up and down, driving her pussy into Leslie's hand, her finger penetrating her deeper with every stroke.
Christie could feel her skin flush and she came, moaning and groaning as she did. Leslie stayed with her throughout, kissing her the entire time, until her gasps and tremors subsided. Christie finally opened her eyes and smiled at her. "Oh my God, that was amazing." Leslie grinned at her. "Nothing like having another woman go down on you.
We know all the right spots." Christie looked at Leslie and began to feel a little uneasy. Sure, she had enjoyed it when Leslie had gone down on her, and she had made her feel like no one else ever had, but could she actually reciprocate?
Would she be able to eat out another girl? Only one way to find out. She thought to herself. She took a deep breath and grabbed Leslie by the back of the neck to pull her in for a kiss. Leslie put her hand against her shoulder, stopping her. "Later. Let's cuddle for a bit." They lay on the bed, facing one another, with Leslie's arm around Christie's waist. "So tell me about the one." Christie sighed and snuggled closer with her.
"What 'one'?" "The one who got away. The guy that you're still carrying a torch for. Your one true love." "I don't have one." "Who's Chris?" Christie's eyes popped open. "How did you know&hellip.?" Leslie chuckled.
"You talk in your sleep sometimes. And when you came, you called his name." Christie blushed at that. "Leslie, I'm sorry." Leslie laughed easily. "It's okay. We can tell our own sweetie, and I know that you aren't gay. And I also know that you aren't done with guys either, not as long as he's still out there." Christie wiped away a tear.
"It's too late. He hates me." "Why?" "Because of how I treated him. I was using him for sex, and when he finally called me on it, I said such horrible things to him&hellip." Christie hadn't told anyone about this, ever, and as she did, she began to cry.
Leslie looked deep into her eyes with compassion and understanding. She kissed her gently, letting her cry for a bit before she spoke again. "Why were you using him for sex?" "Because I felt safe with him.
All the other guys I dated tried to make me do things that I didn't want to do. Shit, look at Eddie. How long have we been dating? And look what he did. But not Chris. With him, I was totally safe." "So why didn't you date him?" Christie laughed bitterly.
"Because he wasn't part of the 'cool crowd', and I was worried about my social status. Can you believe it? How fucked up is that?" Leslie pulled her close, resting Christie's head on her shoulder. "Where is he now?" "I don't know. He joined the Marines." "Do you still feel unsafe with guys?" "When it comes to sex. I'm worried about what they're going to want from me, and if I'm willing to go that far with them.
" Leslie chuckled and absent-mindedly stroked Christie's hair. "You have major trust issues, baby doll. Tell me about your first sexual experience." Goddam psych majors&hellip. "Leslie, I really don't want to get into this." "Was it good? Did you enjoy yourself?" "No. I didn't even know what was happening until it was too late." As she recounted the story of her first time, she felt Leslie stiffen.
"Honey, that wasn't sex, he raped you." Christie thought for a while. "I guess. But I still stayed with him after that, and we kept having sex." "Why?" "Because he was popular, and that made me popular. And I didn't know what else to do. We had already had sex, so I didn't think I could tell him no after that." "Did it get better for you?" Christie laughed and shook her head.
She related the story to her of Mikes' tiny penis and lack of sexual prowess. "Is that when you met Chris?" "It's when we started sleeping together." Leslie was silent for several moments, just stroking Christie's hair. She had almost dozed off when Leslie spoke again. "It's never too late, you know." Christie pulled her head back and looked at her. "What?" "It's never too late. Did you ever tell him how you felt?" Christie shook her head.
"You should. You don't want to go through the rest of your life carrying this around with you. It's the only way that you'll get over him." "What if he doesn't forgive me?" Christie asked.
He had already rejected her once, she didn't think that she could take it again. Leslie smiled and kissed her sweetly. "Don't underestimate the capacity to forgive. Without it, this world would be one fucked up place." "It already is fucked up." Christie pointed out. "More fucked up." Leslie responded. "Now go to your own bed, I don't sleep with straight girls." They shared a laugh and Christie climbed under her covers and drifted off, dreaming of forgiveness.