Chris and Christie I had known Christie my whole life, and to hear our folks tell it, I had been in love with her too. They say that I used to follow her around like a little puppy dog. Whenever mom couldn't find me, she'd go next door to their house, and sure enough, I'd be wherever Christie was, just watching her.
They once found me curled up under her bed while she napped. They would tell these stories to anyone, while I would blush madly and stare at my shoes, but who could really blame me?
Blue eyes, blonde hair, Christie was the epitome of the all-American girl next door, while I was the all-American geek. I had asthma, so I couldn't run around, and had no interest in sports whatsoever.
I was into my computer and on-line role playing, while she was a gymnast who converted to cheerleading after her boobs became a liability on the balance beam. As we grew up, we gradually grew apart, but had always remained friendly. She was two years older than me, and kind of looked out for me at school in a way. She basically told the jocks to leave me alone, and they did.
Whenever I would be doing yard work out back, she would chat with me over the fence as she was sun bathing.
I always took the chance to steal glances at her in her bikini whenever she wasn't looking. I came to enjoy those Saturday afternoons. I couldn't help but notice that she had developed, so my life-long puppy love got infused with pre-teen lust. Those long afternoons idly chatting with her actually helped me develop the social skills to talk to girls my own age and not come across like such a total dweeb. By that point, Christie was starting to date, which secretly crushed me, but I also understood that I had no shot with her.
In the middle of my 8th grade year and her 10th, things changed quite a bit. She started dating a Senior, who was the school god. Football and baseball star, she was so giddy that he asked her out. She was the envy of all her friends, and was now more popular than ever.
She was bouncing up and down when she told me. "Can you believe it? I mean, he's a Senior, and soooooo dreamy!! He's taking me to Josh McDaniel's party on Saturday night, this is going to be soooo cool!!!" I nodded. "Yeah that's pretty cool, I guess&hellip." "Pretty cool??? It's awesome!!!" That Saturday night, I watched as he picked her up with a heavy heart. I got online and started chatting with a few friends, when I struck up a conversation with a girl in my grade.
We hit it off pretty well, she was a bit of an outcast, like me, so we got along pretty well. As the months went by, she and I chatted a lot online, and started hanging out after school. One Saturday, Christie called to me across the backyard fence. "Who's that girl I saw leaving the other day?" "Sylvia, she's in my class." "Is she your girlfriend?" "She's my friend." "So do you like her?" "I guess so." "Then why don't you do something about it?" "I wouldn't know what to do." "You kiss her." "I've never kissed a girl before." As I said this, Christie leaned across the fence, grabbed my face in her hands, pulled me to her, and kissed me full on the lips.
I was stunned. I had always wanted to kiss her, but this was unexpected. I just stood there while she softly pushed her tongue against mine. She finally pulled away. "Well you have now." She turned and walked back inside. So the next time Sylvia and I hung out, I kissed her.
"What the hell?!?!?" She angrily shoved me away. "What do you think you're doing?" "I like you, and I thought…" I lamely began. "You thought wrong, I don't like you that way. You're cool and all, but you aren't my type." "Not her type? What is her type?" Christie looked puzzled.
"I dunno. Not me, I guess." I shuffled my feet. "Well, don't worry about her. She wasn't that cute anyway." I looked up at Christie, exasperated. "Come on Christie, look at me. I don't have girls throwing themselves at me." She seemed a bit put off. "Well still, I didn't like her." Now I was getting annoyed. "You didn't like her? You didn't even meet her!!" "She looked wrong.
Too mousy. You can do better than her." I threw my arms up and laughed. "Well the only two girls I really talk to are you and her." Christie laughed. "Chris, you'll always be my baby." Just then her phone rang, and she answered excitedly. "Hey sweetie!" She waved good bye to me, and walked inside, chatting with her boyfriend. The news of my attempted make out session with Sylvia had made the rounds, making me the laughingstock of the middle school. Sort of. As further proof of how pitiful my life was, none of the popular kids even knew who I was, and the gossip had died out by mid-morning, whereas when the cheerleaders had mooned the track team, that had kicked off an entire week of drama.
So the year was drawing to a pitiful close. About a week later, I saw Christie on a Friday afternoon on the sidewalk, and she looked like she had been crying.
When I asked her what was wrong, she began to sniffle. "Mike broke up with me. He said that he wanted to spend more time with his friends now that his Senior year was ending, and he didn't want to be tied down." The tears started flowing. "Gee, I'm sorry &hellip. I guess he's a jerk." She glared at me. "Don't say that." She hissed.
"You don't know what you're talking about. You don't understand love, you're just a stupid little kid." And with that, she turned and ran into her house. I stood there, bewildered, before finally walking next door. The next night, as I was lying in bed, I heard a tapping at my window.
I went to investigate and discovered Christie there, with a bottle of vodka in her hand, and in a foul mood. "Mike is a jerk!" "Ummmmm." I didn't want to piss her off again. "What happened?" "'Spend more time with my friends', my ass!!!! That fucker was hooking up with Lisa Meyers tonight at the party!!!
That slut!!! I hate them both!!!!" She took an angry pull from the bottle and leaned up against the window sill. "Let me in!" She angrily demanded. Not wanting to make her any angrier, I opened the window and she clambered inside. I fumbled for the light switch and sat back on my bed. She leaned against the wall, drinking from the bottle and muttering dark curses about the two of them.
"Goddam skank. Hope she enjoys him, he's got a tiny dick anyway, and doesn't know how to use it." I sat there, unsure of what to say. I guess I figured the two of them had to have been doing something, but it was still difficult to think of her having sex with someone else.
As I was thinking this, I took a good look at her. She had her hair hanging down straight to frame her face. She was wearing cowboy boots and white denim short-shorts, with a multi-colored striped top.
The blousy material hung loosely on her C cup boobs. The dark scowl on her face did nothing to take away from her pretty features. She took another swig from the bottle. I began to fantasize what it would feel like with her lips wrapped around my dick. I was starting to sprout an erection, and tried to hide it by scooting around and crossing my hands in my lap. She noticed my movement and glared at me. Her eyes glanced down at my crotch, and locked there.
She looked back up at me. "Are you hard? Do you have a boner right now? You little perv, checking me out and getting wood!" She angrily spat at me. She stalked to my bed, grabbed my hands, and yanked them out of the way. The erection in my pants had completely tented my shorts.
She seemed captivated by the sight. "Oh" was all that she said. She eventually looked back up at me, the anger having disappeared from her face. She seemed to be struggling with something, and then a look of steely determination came over her.
"Lay back." She directed me. I dumbly followed her directions. She swiftly stripped my shorts down, airing out my dick. I never showered at school, since PE was the last class of the day, so I didn't really know how I compared to other guys, but Christie seemed impressed.
She grasped and squeezed my hard-on, then quickly stripped off her shorts. She climbed onto my bed, and straddled me. "You can't cum in me, ok?" I stared at her, dumbfounded. Was she really about to fuck me? I had taken health, so I was aware of the mechanics, but had no real idea of what it would be like.
My friends and I never really talked about sex, unlike the jocks who would often brag about their sexual exploits. "Ummm, how will I know&hellip.?" "You're so cute. You'll start to feel something in your balls. I'll probably know before you do." With that, she grasped my dick, and guided it between her legs. She moved it around a bit with an annoyed look on her face, before she finally located the entrance to her pussy.
She took a deep breath and slowly began to lower herself onto my dick. I felt like I was sticking my dick into a &hellip. I don't know. It was warm, tight, and slick, and felt amazing. "Oh my God." She gasped. She was slowly lowering herself onto me. Every couple of inches, she would stop and wiggle a little bit, trying to get a little more of my dick into her. I was going nuts. I began babbling at her. "Christie, oh my God, I love you, this is amazing, I can't believe this, oh, oh, oh." "Shhhh!!!!" She clamped her hand down on my mouth.
I could feel my dick starting to twitch inside her, and a churning in my balls. I shut my eyes and groaned. Christie leapt off of me, just as I began to spurt. Strings of cum shot out of my dick and 3 feet into the air. She made a face as she looked around at where it had splashed back down on my bed. "Yuck." She glanced back down at my prick, which was starting to deflate a bit, but was still rigid. She stroked me a couple of times. "I'm sorry Christie, I didn't mean to, I just couldn't stop myself." "Shhhh, you're still hard enough." She whispered to me, and climbed back on me.
She lowered herself onto me again, and began to slowly grind into me with a grimace. "Jesus Christ, you're huge." She groaned. "Really?" I asked. Like I said, I didn't have anything to compare to.
"Oh yeah." She replied. She kept rolling her hips around in a slow, rhythmic fashion. "Now be quiet, and let me concentrate." Having already shot my load, I was able to relax and enjoy the sight in front of me. Christie was rolling her head back, and had pulled her shirt and bra down below her breasts.
She was squeezing and tweaking her nipples while her hips slowly rotated on top of me. She was shaven, and her bare mound glistened with sweat. Our bodies seemed to be conjoined at the hips. I reached up and put my hands on top of hers, and began to pinch her nipples. She smiled down at me, and placed her hands atop mine.
She began to slowly guide my hands with her own. She gently guided my fingers around her nipples, and began to caress them. "Be gentle, baby." She told me.
"They're sensitive. Caress, don't squeeze." So I followed her directions while she rode me. She soon slowed, and I felt her pussy start to contract around my dick. She began to flush. "Ohohoh, here it comes" she moaned. "Oh, yeeeeessssss&hellip." She collapsed on top of me, completely spent. "Thanks Chris, I really needed that." She rolled off me and pulled her shorts back up.
She glanced at my bed, splattered with my earlier ejaculation. "You better clean that up, it would be hard to explain." "I've had wet dreams before, my mom knows it." She smiled at me.
"Take a shower anyway, you smell like sex. And air the room out, too.
Your mom may be used to stains on your sheets, but she'll recognize this is a little bit more. You can't tell anyone about this, you know that right?" I nodded dumbly. "See you later baby." I was nervous the next time I saw her, but she acted like nothing had happened, and never mentioned it. I didn't know how to talk about it, so I never brought it up.
About a month later, I heard a tapping at my window again. Christie was outside, crouched in the darkness. "Hey baby! Can I come in?" This time she had a condom for me.
Half an hour later, she rolled off of me, and was back out the window. "Don't tell anybody…" And so it went. Every couple of weeks or so, Christie would tap on my window, and then ride me until she came. Sometimes she would come before me, and leave me with an aching hard-on. She would teach me something new every now and again. She taught me how to pleasure her orally, how to rub her breasts without hurting them, and how to rub her clit while she bounced up and down on top of me.
She had gotten used to the size of my dick, and was now able to drop right down on it. She was still tight, though. I had tried in vain to get a blow job from her, or to try a different position, but she wasn't having any of that.
She wouldn't even let me kiss her. At the beginning of the next school year, I joined her at the local high school, where she was a varsity cheerleader. I was a little bit nervous about the first day. I was a skinny little Freshman who didn't play any sports, didn't hang out with the cool crowd, and was generally considered an outcast. A prime target for jock bullies and all the other assholes who made themselves feel big by putting others down.
I shuffled from class to class, before heading to lunch. I sat down out in the courtyard, away from everyone else, and began to eat my sandwich. "Hey dude." I looked up. Shit. The guy was shaped like a refrigerator, and about the same size. He wore a t-shirt that proclaimed him to be a football player.
About 5 yards behind him was a group of about half a dozen other players. Great, I figured. I'm going to get hassled by some jock asshole on my first day. I looked back down at my food. He glanced round at his friends, who had shaped up in a semi-circle behind him.
"I said, 'hey'." He said, a little more emphatically. I looked back up. I sighed inwardly. "Yes?" "You don't want to eat by yourself, come with us." I blinked a couple of times. "Ummm, no&hellip. I'm fine here." "Naw, you're coming with us." He reached down, grabbed my arm, and hauled me to my feet, spilling part of my lunch.
By this time, we had gathered a little crowd around us. I glanced around, hoping to find an adult who could save me from what I was sure was a fate worse than death. His next move gave me pause. "Shit man, sorry about that." He reached down and gathered the food that he had spilled in one massive hand.
"Well you don't want that shit. 5 second rule, ya know? I've got some you can have." He draped a massive arm around my shoulders, and guided me into the crowded lunchroom. An open table beckoned to us. "This is where we sit." He plopped down, and I sat with the rest of the athletes, nervously glancing around, waiting to see what would happen.
Glancing around, I could see all the other Freshmen were watching, and trying not to be too obvious about it. What was the loner loser doing with the football players? They pretty much ignored me for the next 10 minutes while they wolfed down their lunches. Every now and again, they would pass me some food they didn't want. "Eat man, you're too skinny." I was sitting there in a confused daze.
I was certain that there was some practical joke going on here. Finally, the massive guy who had first approached me turned to me. Here it comes, I thought. "So you're Christie's neighbor, right?" I breathed a sigh of relief to myself. "Yeah." "Cool." "Hey man," a black guy across the table leaned towards me. "Can you hook me up with that? That girl is fiiiinnnnneeeee." "Um, well, I, umm…" The rest of the table burst out laughing. "Dom, give it up man, she ain't going for your black ass." "Hey man, you don't know, she might not be as racist as the rest of you mother fuckers!" He turned back to me.
"So waddaya say man, you gonna hook me up?" "I'll see what I can do." I lamely said. "Alright" he said, and grabbed my hand. He performed a little routine with our hands. I just stared at it, and the rest of the table burst out laughing. "Hey man, you ever seen her naked?" "What?????" This time, the table broke up with howls of laughter. I thought to myself.
Honesty might be the best policy, and it would probably shut them all up if I told them I had been fucking her for the past 4 months, but there was no way I could do that.
"Ummmmm. I don't think so." "Oh come on, man. You telling me you ain't ever peeked in her window while she was changing? Shit, I'd be camped outside her window every night. Hey, can I come over to your house to watch her change?" "Umm, no&hellip. I don't think that I could do that…" The rest of the guys broke down laughing. "Alright man, leave the kid alone, he ain't no fuckin' perv.
Come on Dom, you're going to corrupt him." Dom just winked at me. "Naw man, I'm just messin' with you. She still fine, though." "Hey, so Christie says that you're really good with computers, that true?" I spent the rest of the lunch helping one of the guys with his laptop, and talking video games with them. It was actually kind of nice, and I found myself re-appraising my opinions of jocks in general.
Sure, they were big, and they played football, but there was more to them than just that. My friends and I had always just dismissed jocks as one-dimensional, but these guys sure weren't. One was also the class valedictorian, and was weighing offers from several Ivy League schools. Another played bass, and another wrote for the school newspaper. As I left, they took my phone number and told me to join them again the next day.
That night, there was a knock at my window. Christie was outside. "How was your first day?" "Fine." I replied. "I met a bunch of football players at lunch." "I told the boys to take care of you, I'm glad." "Dom wants me to put in a good word for him with you. He thinks you're fine." She laughed. "Dom thinks every white girl is fine. I ain't messing with him, he's already got a kid, and I don't want no baby mama drama.
His girlfriend would cut me." She climbed in the window, and started pulling her shorts off… My year started going pretty well. Thanks to Christie, I was somewhat plugged into the school's social scene, although the guys didn't invite me to any parties, but I wasn't really interested in that scene. They did call me to hang out on weekends to play video games, and I helped them with their computer problems after they picked up viruses while downloading internet porn.
I could tell that I was a quasi- part of the group when I could bust on them for that stuff, and they didn't threaten to kick my ass.
I even started going to football games to cheer for them. I only had a problem once, when some dumbass Freshman football player gave me a hard time in class. I don't know what happened, but the next day, he was waiting by my locker to apologize to me. He was shaking. As he left, I looked around, and down the hall I saw my group watching. They waved to me and walked off. Finally, at the end of the football season, Aaron, the big guy who had approached me on the first day, spoke out of the blue.
"Chris, you need to get a girlfriend." "Umm, do you think so? I don't really know any girls." "Fuck, you have class with them don't you?" "Yeah, but I wouldn't know what to say to a girl." I protested.
Big mistake. I was immediately inundated with advice that seemed completely off the wall, and often contradictory. "Compliment her." "Ignore her." "Insult her, but not like a dick, make it sound like a compliment, but it's really not." "Act like you don't know who she is." "Act like she's the most important person on earth." None of this made any sense. "The last girl I liked turned out to be a disaster." I told them about my experience with Sylvia. "What a bitch." "Fuckin' cock tease." "Chris, you come with us." I was swept along with them as they walked to the edge of the patio.
Aaron cast his arm across the open space, wherein scores of Freshman girls sat. "Pick one out." "Aaron, it doesn't work like this." "Sure it does." He pointed to a cute little girl. "How about her? Do you know her?" "Hailey.
She's in English with me. No, Aaron!" Too late, he was already walking towards her, tugging me along with his arm draped across my shoulders. "Hey Hailey." She turned, eyes wide with surprise. "Um, yes?" "I'm Aaron." "I know. Everyone knows." Her friends giggled behind their hands. Aaron may not have been the school god, but he was pretty damned close. "You know my boy Chris, right?" Hailey glanced at me.
She had pretty much ignored me all the years we had been in school together. She was a Freshman cheerleader, part of the popular crowd who barely knew I existed. "Ummm, sure. We have a class together." "So you'd go out with him if he asked you, right? He's a cool kid, really smart, even if he doesn't apply himself." Dammit Aaron, fucking class valedictorian would occasionally get on me about my grades. Hailey looked at me, clearly uncomfortable with this situation.
Her friends were laughing at her predicament.
Aaron looked back at them. "Any of you girls would, isn't that right?" The laughter stopped. They all sat there in mortal terror that one of them would have the spotlight shone on them. "Hailey, it's ok, you don't have to go out with me, I'm not asking you, Aaron's just joking. " I punched Aaron in the shoulder.
It was like hitting a log. "No, it's ok, I want to go out with you! Let's go to the movies on Saturday." "Umm, ok. Let me get your number&hellip." I got her number and quickly beat a withdrawal. As Aaron and I left, we could hear peals of laughter, followed by a fierce, "Shut up!!!" from Hailey.
"Goddammit Aaron, why did you do that? She doesn't want to go out with me!" "Relax Chris, you just need to get the first date out of the way. It gets easier." "Well, I just about died of embarrassment. There isn't going to be a next time." "Damn straight. Next time, I'm not asking for you." I groaned. "I hate you." After school, I was on my computer when I heard a horn honk, and my name shouted out.
I looked outside and saw Aaron and Dom sitting in Aaron's truck. "Come on man, let's go." "Where to?" "We're going to get you fixed up. Can't have you going out with a cheerleader looking like that." I looked down at my clothes.
"What's wrong with how I look?" They rolled their eyes. "Get in the truck, we ain't got that much time." 2 hours later, they dropped me off, complete with some new clothes, and a new haircut that actually made me look stylish.
Christie was pulling into the driveway as they dropped me off. "Hey Chris, hey guys!" "Hey Christie." Dom started chatting her up, but she just laughed him off. She turned her attention to me. "Hey check you out, you're looking pretty fashionable." "Gotta have him looking good for his big date." Aaron explained. "Oh really?" Christie looked me up and down. "Who's the lucky girl?" "Hailey. She's in my English class." Aaron pulled away.
Dom leaned out the window. "Chris, you better tap that fine young cheerleader ass, after we put all this effort into it." I waved them off. I turned back to Christie's raised eyebrow. "Hailey? Freshman cheerleader Hailey?" "Ummm, yeah&hellip." "I don't know. She doesn't seem your type. She's a ditz." "It's not like I really know her.
Aaron kind of set it up, and I couldn't get him to stop." She crossed her arms as she scrutinized me. "Well, it's not really my business.
Have fun, I guess." And with that she turned and went into her house. The next day, Hailey approached me at my locker. "Chris, can I talk to you about this weekend?" "It's okay Hailey, I know this wasn't your idea, you don't have to go." She looked relieved.
"Thanks Chris, I knew you'd understand." That night, Christie climbed through my window, stroked my dick once or twice, unrolled a condom on it, and started to ride me hard. She seemed angry. "Fucking bitch. She doesn't know what she's got here." I was a little confused, but wasn't going to interrupt her.
After all, she was bouncing up and down on my shaft. She stopped her bouncing and rotated her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis, and letting out a slow moan. She glared down at me. "You owe me." She started moving faster, trying hard to get off quickly. She soon succeeded, making me rub her clit as she rotated on my dick. She gave me one last glare, and practically spat at me.
"And you better not fuck her!" I stared at her in utter confusion as she climbed off me and started pulling her clothes back on. "What are you talking about? Do you mean Hailey?" "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." "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, you can't do that!" I protested. "Oh yes I can!!" She emphatically responded. "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?" She stared at me for a moment. "You're mine. Mine, understand me? And I'm not sharing you with anyone." "Yours?" I sputtered.
"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!!!" She glared at me. "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!!!" I was stunned. I had never heard her say anything remotely mean to me in a serious fashion, this was just devastating to me. The girl I had adored all my life had basically told me that I was worse than dirt in her eyes. I could feel the tears spring to my eyes.
"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." And I thought that what she had said before was cruel. I was devastated. I just couldn't believe my ears. Tears started flowing down my face. She spun around and climbed out my window.
I cried myself to sleep that night. It may sound odd, a guy crying himself to sleep, but Christie had always been my dream girl, my special friend, and over the past several months, my lover. As I lay there however, I started to think. We weren't really lovers. She came over when she was horny. She didn't care whether or not I came. She made me go down on here, but never sucked me off.
I was her dildo, for all intents and purposes. She had called me a loser. I always knew that was what all the cool kids called me, if they could remember me. But she had never treated me that way. But she had said it. I was a loser. And I was heartbroken. And I didn't have anyone that I could talk to about it, because Christie was the one I always talked to. Fuck. The next day, Hailey saw me in English class.
"Listen Chris, this Saturday will be fine, we can go to the movies." I looked up at her. She was clearly hating this. I looked down and mumbled, "I know you don't want to do this Hailey, I know that Aaron embarrassed you into it, and Christie is making you go through with it.
Let's just forget about it, ok? "No," she said. "Christie said that you're a really sweet guy, and that I was making a huge mistake by not going out with you. I want to know what she sees in you." She blushed as the words came out of her mouth. "Ummmmm. I didn't mean that to sound as bitchy as it did…" I looked up at her. She shuffled her feet and looked uncomfortable. "Okay.
I appreciate you giving me a chance." She turned and walked towards her seat before she turned back towards me. "I like your haircut. It looks really good on you." "Thanks." The rest of the week went on. The guys didn't treat me any differently, so Christie obviously didn't say anything to them. They quizzed me about my plans, and how I planned to make my move.
Dom was insistent that I try to get at least a blow job. Aaron suggested that a handjob was a more achievable goal, while Joel, the writer, opined that feeling her titties was a more reasonable expectation. I looked at them with some exasperation: "Guys, live in my world for a second. God only knows why, but any of you clowns can get a girl to give you a blowjob under the table right here! It doesn't work like that for me!" They laughed.
"Chris, you need to have a little self confidence." "Yeah dog," Dom interjected. "What I do, is I just whip out the Black Mamba, lean back, and wait for the girls to come running." I looked at him incredulously. "Is that why you have a criminal record?" I queried. The boys broke up laughing at this.
I glanced across the lunchroom and locked eyes with Christie. She looked down and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. I turned away. "What's up with you and your girl?" Dom asked me. "She's not my girl. And nothing." I said quietly.
Aaron looked back and forth between the two of us and thought quietly for a moment. "She may not be your girl, but she's something to you, and there's something going on." I froze for a second. Aaron just kind of shrugged. "But that's chicks for you. Just get Hailey to jack you off in the movies, and you'll be fine." Saturday afternoon came, and I met Hailey at the mall. We stopped to grab a bite at a Mexican restaurant before the film. It was kind of awkward at first, and Hailey had insisted that we go to a mall that was further away from our homes, so that she wouldn't be embarrassed at being seen in public with me.
A week earlier, that would have stung, but after what I had gone through with Christie, it barely registered. She actually turned out to be a pretty nice girl, even if she was a bit of a ditz.
She admitted that our entire grade was puzzled that I had been accepted by the Varsity football Seniors. Everyone was wondering how that could have happened. And the situation with the punk Freshman football player had astounded everyone. He had been bragging during football practice that he had bitched me, and apparently my friends had gotten wind of it.
They surrounded him at his football locker afterwards, and made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that if it ever happened again, he was going to be used as a tackling dummy by them. As a matter of fact, it was all just a big misunderstanding right?
He probably didn't mean anything by it, right? Why he was probably anxious to go apologize to me to show that there were no hard feelings, right?
I just shrugged and said that Christie had told them to look out for me. As I mentioned Christie, her eyes kind of widened. "Is she like, related to you or something?" "Nope. She's just my neighbor." "Did you guys used to go out?" I almost choked on my water. "Are you kidding? Why would she go out with someone like me? We're just neighbors. I've known her all my life." "Well, the way she talked about you, I got the impression that she had some strong feelings for you.
She really wanted me to go out with you today. She told me all sorts of wonderful things about you." I blushed, remembering my last conversation with Christie. "Well, she probably exaggerated pretty badly. I hope I can live up to it." We chatted a bit more, then went to the theater.
As the lights went down, she looked me over. "You know, you're actually kind of cute. In a nerdy kind of way." "Thanks, I think." As the movie played, she kind of leaned into me, but I wasn't really sure if it meant anything. As we left, we wandered around the mall. We had met for an afternoon showing, that had made it seem a less "official date", but it had also given us some time to kill. As we walked, we talked about all sorts of things, and I realized that she was really a very sweet girl.
We finally came to rest on a bench outside. She turned to me. "You really are a nice guy. I've gone out with a couple of other guys, and all they wanted to do was grab my boobs, or try to get me to touch their junk. Gross." I was silently thankful that I had lacked the courage to follow though on my idiot friend's advice. As her ride pulled up, she thanked me and left. As she got to the car, she turned to me. "Would you like to go out again next weekend?" "Really? You want to go out with me again?" She shyly looked at her feet and nodded her head.
"I think it would be nice. Do you IM?" I nodded yes. She scribbled something on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. "Here's my contact information." Monday rolled around, and the guys grilled me about my date. "So come on, how far did you get?" "My money's on second base." "Nope, my man got to third." I looked at them. "Are you assholes betting on my date?" Aaron nodded. "I bet that you only held hands." I stared at the ground. "Actually, we never even touched." "Oooooohhhhhhhh!!!!!" Everyone turned to see what was going on.
"I knew it!! I knew it!!!! My boy couldn't do it!" Joel put his arm around me. "Thank you young sir, your gallant ways have won me the pot." I stared as they each pulled out $5 and handed it to Joel. About this time, Hailey walked up to our little gathering. "What's going on here?" "There she is!! Queen Guinevere to our noble Sir Galahad! Welcome m'lady." Joel made a ridiculously exaggerated bow. I burned with embarrassment. "They were betting on what would happen on our date." I explained.
She arched an eyebrow at me. "I see. And what did you tell them?" "I told them the truth, that we never touched." She thought for a moment. "Well that's not entirely true, I cuddled up against him during the movie, but he didn't push it." OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Really????? Chris, you've got to recognize the signs man!!!
I bet you could have gotten to 2nd base!!!" Hailey whirled on Dom. "Eeeeewwww, you're gross!! But I tell you what; Chris is too much of a gentleman to do that.
That's why we're going out again next weekend, and you guys can't get decent, self-respecting girls." She clasped my hand and led me down the hall while the guys dissolved in laughter. "Chris, you the man!!!" "I'm awfully sorry about that." I told her. "That's okay," she replied. "They're boys, that's what they do." She smiled at me.
"But I like you, you're different." In the meantime, we were attracting quite a few stares. The cute cheerleader and the oddball loner, who wasn't quite a loner. After school, I got hijacked on the way to the bus.
The guys grabbed me and led me to the weight room. "What am I doing in here?" "Chris, you're going to start lifting weights." "Um, no.
Not my thing." "Chris, trust us. There's going to be guys who are pissed off that you're dating cheerleaders and they aren't. You need to be able to take care of yourself." "But I'm not dating anyone.
And Hailey is just one cheerleader, and we've only gone out once." I protested. "Doesn't matter. You need to put some muscle on. And Hailey will like it. " That piqued my interest.
"You really think so?" "Absolutely. Another 20 pounds on your skinny ass, and she probably would have raped you in the movies instead of just cuddling with you." I got to work.
As the year progressed, things really fell into place for me. Hailey and I saw each other on a regular basis, and I guess we were officially dating.
The guys oversaw my training, and I filled out and toned up. I wasn't an Adonis, but I also didn't look like I would blow away in a swift breeze. Joel was an all-State wrestler, and he taught me how to look out for myself, while Dom, the ferocious linebacker, taught me how to deliver a hit.
The only dark spot was Christie. We hadn't spoken since the night she broke my heart, and we barely acknowledged each others existence on the infrequent occasions when we did see each other around. When I would work in the back yard, she would even get up and go in the house. One spring night at the movies, Hailey had swiped some rum from her mom's liquor cabinet. She poured it into her soda as the movie started, and got progressively touchier as the film went on.
We were seated in the back of the theater, and it was almost empty. About halfway through the movie, the few remaining patrons had left. The movie was terrible, which was part of the reason we had chosen it. Eventually, Hailey started to rub my inner thigh while we made out. She started rubbing her hand higher and higher, until she brushed the tip of my dick.
Then she started to gently rub up and down on it. I was a bit surprised; we had "accidentally" brushed against each others private parts a few times before, but this was the first time that either one of us was ever openly intentional about it. As I quickly grew to my full length, she stopped and broke our kiss. She looked me in the eyes, then looked down at my crotch. She looked back at me, then slipped her hand inside the waistband of my pants and grasped my dick.
She started tracing her hand up and down the length of my shaft. "Oh my God." She finally said. "This is &hellip. huge." She slowly started stroking me up and down inside my pants. It felt fucking amazing, but I knew that I wasn't going to last long under her ministrations.
I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. "You're going to cause me a problem." She looked at me, took my hand, and placed it directly on her boob. She leaned in to continue our kiss, and continued stroking me. I went back to the lessons I had learned from Christie.
I slipped my hand underneath her shirt and bra and cupped her bare breast. I caressed, I didn't squeeze. I gently tweaked her nipple, and she moaned into my mouth. She jumped back, looked into my eyes, and then ran out of the theater. I waited for a few minutes for my hard on to subside, and then I followed her outside. She was sitting on a bench, rocking back and forth and crying a bit as she spoke into her phone.
She quickly hung up when she spotted me. She came up to me and hugged me. "I'm sorry babe, I really am. I really care about you; it's just that I'm not ready yet." "It's ok." I told her.
"We don't have to do it, we can just fool around a little." "No, we can't." She sniffled. "Because once we start fooling around, I won't be able to stop myself, and I'm just not ready." I was flattered, frustrated, and horny, all at the same time. Her mom had arranged to pick us up later, but she called, told her that she wasn't feeling well, and we needed to be picked up now.
As we waited outside, she leaned against me. "Are you mad at me?" "No." I replied. I don't want to pressure you or anything, but&hellip. It's tough. I don't even think I can sit here next to you without wanting to screw your brains out." And that was true. Slender and petite, Hailey was a flier on the cheerleading squad. Her dark brown hair and green eyes gave her a slightly exotic appeal. "Have you screwed anyone else?" She asked.
"No baby, I've been faithful to you." I told her. "I meant before me." She asked. This gave me pause. What the hell did I do from here? "Yes." I finally said. "Really? Who?" Now I had to tread carefully. "No one you know. It was a girl I met on vacation. We snuck off together one night." It seemed plausible; I just hoped that she wouldn't pry any further. "I'm not sure I like the idea of you doing it with anyone else." She pouted. "I'm sorry." I told her.
At that point, her mom pulled up and we headed off, bringing our conversation to an end. I lay in bed that night, sexually frustrated. So I knew that Hailey wanted me, but I also knew that she wasn't going to give it up to me. Which meant that if I wanted relief, I was going to have to either use my hand, or find someone else. I knew that my chances of finding another girl weren't actually bad.
Dating Hailey for the past few months had really enhanced my reputation, along with hanging with the Senior group. My time in the weight room had also paid off. But I really didn't want to break up with Hailey, and I knew that screwing around on her wouldn't stay quiet for long. I was aware of some movement outside of my window. Suddenly it popped open, and Christie crawled in. I sat straight up. "What are you doing in here?" "I want to talk to you." I lay down and turned my back to her.
"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." Christie slipped into bed behind me and snuggled up to me. "Hailey called me tonight. She told me what happened. She's really upset." "That's none of your goddam business." She reached her arm around me and grasped my prick. "She was also very impressed by your dick. I had to keep from chiming in when she described it to me." I turned towards her. "Christie, you can't tell her." She looked into my eyes.
"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." She had begun stroking me by this point.
"I've missed you." I turned back away from her. "Leave me alone." I snapped. "I don't want anything to do with you. Besides, I thought you said you didn't want me fucking her." She kept stroking my dick. "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 pressed up tight against me.
She actually let go of my dick at this point and clasped her hands across my chest. "Baby, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me for that?" "I'm not your baby." I snarled. "And no, I can't." "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." I had seen the picture of that day. I looked like a red raisin, peering up at the little blonde toddler, my beady little eyes locked with her angelic blue ones.
"No." I told her with finality. "Get out of here." I heard her sniffle a little. Was she crying? Fuck it, I didn't care. "Go on. Leave. I don't want to see you ever again." She released me from her grasp, and crawled out of my bed. As she stood over me, she bent down and kissed me on my cheek. "Goodbye, baby." I barely saw her after that. Even after the guys had graduated and moved on, I continued weight training, and found a new group of friends.
With a stunning cheerleader girlfriend, and a decent body, I was starting to get invited to parties. It was at one of those parties that Hailey and I had sex for the first time. My friendships from the previous year had introduced me to guys on the current team, so I was invited to the big football parties.
And it was at a football party that it finally happened. I had gotten there a little bit late, separately from Hailey. She was already buzzed when I got there. "Babe!!" She greeted me with a kiss as I walked in. "I was getting lonely and bored. Some dirtbag tried to seduce me, but I remained faithful to you!!" She winked at me and danced off into the crowd. I went looking for a drink, but the keg was already floated, and in the process of being replaced.
I was told that there was a cooler on the deck. As I walked outside, I discovered that the deck was empty, except for one person sitting on the cooler. Christie. It was a little bit awkward, as cheerleaders both Hailey and Christie moved in similar social circles, so we were all occasionally at the same place.
I had finally gotten used to seeing her in these situations, and merely nodded at her. "You mind if I grab a beer out of there?" She gazed at me. "I really don't want to give up my seat." "C'mon, don't be difficult." "I could say the same to you." I opened my mouth to protest, then gave up. "Never mind, I'll find another." I went back inside and plopped down on a couch.
Hailey was dancing up a storm, shaking her ass and pumping her fists in time with the beat. I sat back to enjoy the show. She was one hell of a dancer. Christie came in and sat down on the arm of the couch, draping an arm across my shoulders and one of her legs between mine, she handed me a beer. "Tonight's the night." She told me. "What?" "Tonight's the night she wants to give it up to you." She gave my shoulder a quick squeeze.
"Think of me when you pop her cherry." And with that, she got up and left. I was a bit startled to say the least. Why the hell would Hailey be talking to Christie? And why on earth would she tell her something like that, I didn't think that they were very close.
After a while, Hailey danced off the floor, grabbed my hand, and hauled me upstairs. As I glanced back, I saw Christie gazing at me intently. We found an empty bedroom and Hailey dragged me in, locking the door behind us.
She flung herself into my arms, and I fell back on the bed as we shared a passionate kiss. This wasn't too uncommon, we'd make out for a while, feel each other up on top of our clothes, and then stop before things got too heated. I had managed to sublimate my urges by finding some girls across town to let off some sexual steam with, girls that Hailey would never meet.
But this seemed different, Hailey seemed insistent. She broke our kiss and looked at me with raging lust. I returned her stare. She was dressed in tight jeans and a black, low cut top which displayed her cleavage. She sat up abruptly and pulled off her shirt to reveal a lacy bra, which quickly joined her shirt on the floor.
I gazed at her. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure babe. You've been great about waiting and not trying to pressure me. I'm ready." She felt my cock through my jeans. "And it feels like you're ready, too." I stripped in record time as she struggled with her jeans.
They were so tight, her skimpy panties got pulled down as well. There was a condom in her hand. She stood there with a tiny landing strip above her tight pussy slit. Her lips were already puffy, and glistened with her juices. She was staring at my cock, transfixed by it. I had since measured it, and it stood at a proud 8 inches.
I stared at her perky breasts, proudly upturned with no sag. Her bright pink nipples jutted upward on her B cup breasts. I lowered my head to one of them, and gently took the nipple between my teeth. With my right hand, I gently caressed the breast I was nibbling, and my left hand traveled down to her pussy.
I gently rubbed a finger up and down her slit, briefly dipping inside of her. Fuck, she was tight. Her knees buckled and she fell against me as she had several small tremors run through her body. Her hands pawed at my cock. "Babe, I don't want to wait any longer, I want to feel you inside of me." She laid down on the bed and spread her legs, rubbing her fingers in and out of her slit.
"Ummm, this may be a little painful for you." "It's okay babe, I've been practicing. I got some sex toys and have been working to open myself up a bit." She reached toward me and unrolled the condom onto me. I laid down between her legs, and started to gently run my dickhead up and down her slit.
She gasped as I popped the head inside of her. "Are you sure? " I asked her. Her eyes snapped open and she glared at me. "I've been waiting for this for almost a year, stick it in me." She wrapped her legs around me and tried to pull me deeper inside her. "Oh shit." She stopped and squirmed a bit. "Just relax babe." I slowly began sliding my dick in and out of her, leaving it in for a few seconds each time, letting her adjust to my girth.
She was so wet, she was practically squishing. I gradually worked my way up to her hymen. When I felt the resistance, I backed off a bit. "Here it comes." I warned her. She opened her eyes. The lusty look in them couldn't quite hide her apprehension, but she was determined. She bit her lower lip and nodded. I pushed through, and she let out a shriek and grabbed me close. "Oh fuck!!" She gasped.
I could feel her pussy pulsating around my dick, buried deep inside her. "Don't move babe, just hold still." She gasped. For several moments, we just lay there entwined in each other, her pussy spasming around my cock. She eventually began pushing her hips up into mine. "Ok, go slow now." She whispered. I did, and she started to get into the rhythm, gasping and moaning. By this point, juices were flowing out of her and had coated both of our groins.
She was bucking up against me uncontrollably. I took my thumb and pressed it against her clit, and started to stimulate it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she shuddered as she came.
I thought her pussy was tight before, now I thought I had my dick in a velvet vise. I gasped and shot my load into the tip of the condom before collapsing on top of her, then rolling off. "Oh God, that was amazing." "It was worth waiting for, wasn't it?" "Oh yeah." I replied. "Of course, it would have been just as good last year." She gazed at me.
"No it wouldn't. We didn't love each other then." I leaned over and kissed her. At that point, a disturbing thought ran through my head. I was looking at Hailey, but I was seeing Christie. What the fuck? We eventually got re-dressed and headed back downstairs. She kissed me and went to find a drink. I plopped back down on the same couch to catch my breath. It wasn't much of a surprise when a beer appeared in front of me.
Christie perched back in the same position that she had before, and stared straight ahead. "Did you think of me when you took her cherry?" "No." I replied.
"But I thought of you when we were done." She smirked at that.
"I told you that you would always be my baby." And with that, she got up and left. After that, sex became a regular part of my relationship with Hailey.
She was an experimental little minx, and liked a little bit of danger mixed in. For some reason, quickies in the middle of the day thrilled her. I wasn't exactly complaining, but we had a couple of close calls that left me panicked, and left her hot as a firecracker.
We cut it really close at one of her cheerleading competitions. She dragged me into the bathroom, pulled her bloomers and panties down, leaned back against the wall, and lifted her leg above her head. I just stood there, dumbfounded.
What an awesome sight. Her toned and tanned legs rippled with muscle, and her shaven mound glistened with desire. The deep tan on her legs was set off by the delicious pink of her pussy lips.
"Chris!!!" she hissed at me. "Come on, we don't have much time!!" That snapped me out of my stupor. I dropped my pants, stepped forward, and impaled her on my shaft.
"OHHHHH MY GGGOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!" She moaned. She had grown accustomed to my size, but she was still tight, and this position made her little pussy even more snug. I started to settle into her, briefly stopping to rotate my dick inside her, but she grabbed my neck and pulled my face to hers.
She planted a hot kiss on my lips and hissed at me. "Don't have time babe, pump it hard!!" So I pumped it hard. She squealed with pleasure, and then almost immediately started cumming. I kissed her hard to silence her cries. Shortly after, I looked into her eyes. "I'm cumming, babe." She nodded, and pushed me away from her.
As I stepped back, she dropped to her knees and immediately took my glistening cockhead into her mouth. She had tried, God bless her, she had tried to deep throat me, but had been unable to do it.
Despite this, she was an enthusiastic participant in oral sex. The first time I had gone down on her, I almost died. She clamped her thighs around me head and damn near suffocated me, then practically broke my neck as she began thrashing around with her legs still wrapped around my head.
It had taken all of my strength to pry myself loose. We had a couple of close calls when we were just too horny to take proper precautions, and her next period had been a little bit late in coming, so she had started being really strict about things. We could still fuck without condoms, but I had to let her know when I was cumming, and she would go down on me and swallow my load.
Which was where she was currently at. Down on her knees in a bathroom stall in the city convention center, her panties around one of her ankles, both hands wrapped around my shaft, jacking me off.
Her luscious lips were wrapped around my dickhead, sucking at it. Her head bobbed up and down in short, sharp movements, as she kept taking the tip of my dick into her mouth. She whirled her tongue around my head as she sucked me in and out of her mouth. She gazed up at me with her green eyes, her hair set off with a big bow, looking so innocent while performing such a depraved act.
I lost it right there, grunting like a caveman and shooting thick wads of cum into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing as she went, her eyes never leaving my face. My knees went weak, and I collapsed back against the wall. She still had my cockhead in her mouth, with that innocent little girl expression on her face. She slowly pulled her head back, ssslllloooooowwwwwly letting my spent prick fall free. She smacked her lips. I roughly hauled her to her feet, and kissed her passionately.
"Fuck your cheer competition." I roughly whispered into her ear. My hand sought out her slit, and I began rubbing her pussy lips around the outside of clit, providing indirect stimulation to her. "I'm going to take you out and fuck you right in the middle of the floor in front of everybody." I grabbed her by the hand, and started to drag her out of the door.
"Wait, wait!!!" She called. "My panties!!! Chris, I'm half naked!!! And so are you!!!!" "Oh, yeah." I mumbled. She giggled, pulled her panties back up, kissed me quickly, and ran out the door after checking to see that the coast was clear. She almost missed her call time, and her coach was furiously looking for her as she raced out there, yelling that she had been in the bathroom&hellip. Well, it was true&hellip.
She went out and performed flawlessly, glowing the entire time. The odd thing was, we actually did most of our fucking while half dressed, I don't think we ever saw each other completely naked more than half a dozen times. We actually fucked quite a few times with her in her cheerleader uniform; it got to the point where whenever I would see those uniforms, I would start to get an erection. And we rarely fucked in a bed. On top of desks in empty classrooms, in bathroom stalls, behind the bleachers a couple of times, on school busses a couple of times, on the hoods of cars&hellip.
Sex in unusual places, in unusual positions became our M.O. One time, she came into the weight room while I was working out, pulled my shorts down, and rode me while I was laying on the bench press.
As the year came to an end, I walked into our living room with Hailey after school one day. My mom turned to me, holding a card. "Christie is having her graduation party this Saturday, what do you want to get her?" I had barely seen Christie during this year, our conversation the night Hailey and I first had sex was the most we had spoken in over a year.
"Ummm, I hadn't really thought about it. Besides, I think Hailey and I will be busy on Saturday&hellip." "Now Christopher," my mom began, "you've known Christie your whole life, you used to have such a crush on her, you have to go." "Mmmmmoooooommmmmmm&hellip." I groaned. Why in the world would she say that in front of my girlfriend? "It's ok." Hailey piped up.
"I think its cute how you had such a crush on her and used to follow her around. Besides, she and I are friends, we'll definitely go." I blushed and covered my head with my hands. "Ohmigawd mom, WHY do you have to tell everybody that?" "What? Oh sweetie, it's so cute how much you used to like her." At this point she turned to Hailey. "It was so adorable; he would just follow her wherever she went. Why one day when he was three, he went running down the sidewalk after her when she was riding her tricycle.
His little legs got to moving too fast for him, and he tripped and fell. He skinned his knee and started bawling, and Christie turned around and came back for him, and offered to kiss him to make it all better. Why I tell you, that stopped his crying immediately." "Mmmoooooommmmmmm&hellip." my head was in my arms on the kitchen island. "Hailey's my girlfriend, she doesn't want to hear that." Hailey just giggled.
"I think that's sweet." So Saturday came, and we were headed to Christie's. It was pretty busy, so it was easy to melt into the background and avoid her. I eventually had to use the restroom, so I headed into the house. Their guest bathroom was occupied, so I used the one in her parent's bedroom.
As I stepped out, Christie was leaning back against the sinks. I walked by her to wash my hands. "Congratulations on graduating. Where are you going to college?" "Duke. I have a scholarship." I nodded. "It's a good school, congratulations." She looked at me. "You and Hailey look really cute together; she's been good for you." I nodded gruffly.
"Yeah. How about you, you been seeing anyone?" She looked at me with a pained expression. "Once upon a time, you wouldn't have had to ask me that." "Times change." She leaned her forehead against my temple and ran the back of her hand down my cheek.
"Baby……" "Stop Christie." She gently kissed me on the cheek and left the room. Towards the end of the summer, Hailey and I broke up. Our relationship had run its course, and we parted as friends.
We had a quickie in the laundry room at a house party the night we broke up. "For old times sake." Hailey suggested with a twinkle in her eye. I grinned back at her, and then kissed her hard as I bent her backwards against the dryer. I spun her around and yanked her booty shorts down her legs.
Her slit was already glistening. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I growled in her ear. "No panties? Naughty girl. I think someone was looking to get fucked tonight." She giggled back at me. "Do me hard babe, I'm a bad girl." I unrolled a condom on my cock and started smacking her ass with it. "Oooohhhhh, don't make me wait, push that big thing into me." "Not yet, if this is going to be our last fuck, I want to make it last a while." "Who said it has to be our last fuck? Just because we aren't dating doesn't mean we can't fool around from time to time.
What if I get loooonely?" The way she drew out the last word, combined with the way she was rolling her hips around drove me nuts. I kept tapping out a little beat on her ass with my cock.
"Bad girl. Bad, bad, girl." I rubbed my cock up and down on her slit. She was so turned on, her juices were running down her legs.
"C'mon babe, put it in and pump it hard." I lined up with her moist opening, and shoved forward. "Ooohhhhhhhh!!!!!! Mmmmmmmhhhhhhh!!!" Hailey gasped at my forceful entry.
Despite 10 months of being stretched out by my cock she was still a tiny girl, and was still really tight, but she enjoyed the forceful feeling as I burrowed into her.
"God, I love it when you just shove that thing into me. It makes me feel &hellip. Naughty." She leaned forward on the dryer, and dropped her head. I grabbed her hips, and started plowing into her.
Even though our breakup was mutual, I still felt a bit miffed about it, and had to get some aggression out. "Uhhn! Uhhn!! Uhhn!!!! Oh God babe, oh God!!!" You could hear whispering outside the door. It wasn't exactly a secret that the two of us were sexually active, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. I could hear the muted laughter of several girls.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "What if I get lonely?" She tossed her head back, flinging her soft brunette hair into my face. "I don't think that's going to be a problem for you, you've been so good to me, plenty of girls will want to date you. And I may have mentioned once or twice how big your dick is." "Well just in case you forgot&hellip." I drove deep inside of her, and then slowly rotated my hips, scraping the walls of her pussy with my cock.
"Oh God." She clamped down on my dick with her pussy walls, her orgasm overtaking her. She stood there on shaky legs while I kept pumping into her. "Are you close babe? I don't think I can stand much more." She whispered. "Just a little bit." I had a little surprise in store for her. I had been staring at her athletic ass for months, and had started to wonder about sticking my dick in it. It wasn't exactly something we had ever discussed, and I had never really thought about asking her, but I figured that since we had already broken up, why not?
I pulled out of her, pushed her down flat on the dryer, and pushed my dick against her sphincter. "Wait, babe, what are you doing?" She started to panic a bit.
"Call it a goodbye gift." Her ass was so tiny, I really couldn't hope to get my dick in there, and besides, I didn't want to hurt her. I pressed just a little bit of my cockhead into her ass, and felt her sphincter give way to the intrusion.
"No, no, no!!!!" She cried. "Shhhh, babe it's ok, I won't hurt you." With just the tip of my cockhead lodged in the ring of her anus, I started rocking back and forth. She took a deep breath and let out a low, guttural moan. She begin quivering, and that sensation on my dick pushed me over the edge. I shot into the condom, throwing back my head and shouting. There was the sound of cheering outside the door.
I gently extricated the tip of my dick from her ass. Her upper body lay flat on top of the dryer, her legs dangling off the edge. She was moaning softly. I bent down and kissed her on the cheek and gently stroked her hair. "Are you ok?" "You asshole" she moaned "ooohhhh, I won't be able to sit down for a week." "I'm sorry babe.
It was just something I wanted to try." "Yeah, well you could have at least asked me first. That was like having a baseball bat shoved up my ass." "And that was just the tip." I pointed out. She pushed herself up and turned to face me. "Yeah, well if you had tried to get any more of that log up my ass, I would have cinched down and cut it off. You know I'm strong enough to do it." We shared a laugh and a kiss. "So you aren't mad at me?" "No babe, but I may warn the other girls now." She laughed at me, pulled her shorts back up, and walked out of the laundry room to cheers from the people outside.
Samantha, a pretty blonde, leaned against the door and eyed my dick as it hung between my legs. "So Chris, I hear you and Hailey broke up. What are you up to this week?" The next two years of high school were unremarkable. Despite breaking up with Hailey, I still maintained my popularity, and the fact that Hailey didn't say anything bad about me afterwards helped out. The time we had spent together had given me confidence, and I became more outgoing, and even joined some clubs and organizations at school.
Christie was right, Hailey had been really good for me. I dated various girls, fucked quite a few others, and occasionally hooked up with Hailey for quickies. Our Senior year, she was competing in a National Cheer competition being hosted in our town, and she begged me to come support her.
When I got there, she dragged me back into that same bathroom for a repeat performance. At the time I was dating someone, and tried to turn her down, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. "Listen babe, the last time I won the competition, so I figure that you're good luck. Besides, this is tradition, and you don't want to let the school down, do you?" How could I do that? This time, she sat me down on the bowl, bunched her panties to the side, and rode me like a stallion for 10 minutes.
"Ohhhh, fffffuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkk!!!!!" Just then, the door burst open. "Hailey, we've gotta go, no time!" Her team captain Nicole grabbed her by the arm and literally pulled her off of my cock while Hailey was in the middle of her orgasm. "Damn you Nicci, I wasn't done!!!" "Well you're going to have to be satisfied with what you got, we're on right now." Nicole turned back towards me, looked my dick up and down, and then smirked at me. "Call me." She mouthed.
They won the competition. And I called Nicole. As high school came to an end, I was kind of at a loss for what to do, so I enlisted in the Marine Corps.
I figured a few years in the military would give me some direction. I shipped out the week after graduation. I did a couple of tours in Iraq, and was honorably discharged at the end of my 4 year term.
I returned home to see my family, and enroll in college. On the way home from the airport, my mom kept prattling on about things. Hailey was getting married to some guy she had met at Ole Miss, old Southern family, plantation house, the works. "And Christie is back in town." I had barely seen Christie since she left for Duke 6 years ago.
Her family usually was visiting relatives over Thanksgiving and Christmas, Spring Break was a College party tradition, and her summers she spent on various internships or study abroad programs. And after I had enlisted, I hadn't been back but a couple of times, and never when she was in town.
"She just finished up her Masters, and is home visiting. Isn't that wonderful? Oh it will be so much fun for you two to get back together, I remember when you would follow her around&hellip." "Mooooommmmm&hellip." But Christie wasn't home when we arrived and my mom dragged me next door. "Oh! Christie will be so disappointed!! She's out on a date tonight." Her mom told me. "That's ok." I replied. Her mom walked over and swept her arms around me. "Chris, I'm just so grateful that you're home safe and sound.
Why, when Christie found out that you had deployed to Iraq, she cried her eyes out for two days." Later that night, I lay in bed in my old room, enjoying being home and not having to deal with the insane heat.
Combat tours tend to make you hyper-sensitive to your surroundings, so I could hear footsteps crunching outside my wall. Then the fiddling at the window before it popped in.
Christie gracefully slid inside my room and stood looking at me. "Hello baby." The moonlight streamed in after her, highlighting her magnificent body. The light cast a shadow of her feminine figure through her thin slip.
She was no longer a teenager, she had filled out a bit, but was still remarkably fit. Her breasts seemed fuller and rounder, and her hips more pronounced.
Her hair shone in the moonlight. I was quite simply stunned. "Christie." She flung herself on top of me, took my face in her hands, and kissed me passionately. She pulled back, looked deep into my eyes, and leaned back in for more.
After several minutes of heated kissing, I was starting to feel a stirring in my cock. She could feel it too.
She sat back, smiled shyly at me, and pulled her slip off over her head. She scooted down the bed, yanked down my shorts, and devoured my dick. I was shocked. She had never done that in the time we had been having sex, never even humored my suggestions or hints, but here she was, gobbling me down like there was no tomorrow. She sucked the head like a lollipop while she stroked the shaft, then began licking up and down the side, before moving down to my balls, and taking each one individually into her mouth, and gently swirling her tongue around them.
After several minutes, she looked up at me with her big blue eyes, and took my dickhead in her mouth. Still maintaining eye contact with me, she started to go down further on my dick. As she got about halfway down, she closed her eyes and tried to take me down her throat. She would push a bit, feel the resistance, and start to gag a bit, before sliding another inch or so. Then she managed to get all of me down her throat, and started bobbing her head up and down on me.
I groaned, and Christie pulled off of me. She slowly crawled up my body, her eyes locked on mine the whole way, like she was trying to hypnotize me.
She came face to face with me before she sat back, took my dick in her hand, and guided me to her pussy. I had a brief flashback to the first time we had done this, nearly 9 years ago. Still staring into my eyes, she brought my shaft to her opening, rubbed it back and forth a couple of times, then slowly impaled herself on me. She gasped as I entered her, but never took her eyes off mine as she slowly settled all the way down. She was still tight, and I could tell that she was struggling a bit.
As her pubic bone finally met mine, she let out a contented sigh, placed her hands on my chest, and then started to rock her hips back and forth in a steady motion. Even though we hadn't fucked in forever, I could tell that there was something different about this time, even if I couldn't put my finger on it. She rocked back and forth, rotating her hips in a circle every now and again, all the while her eyes never leaving mine.
She started picking up the pace, her hips moving faster, and her breathing quickened. Even though it had been years, I could still recognize the signs of her impending orgasm. She began gasping and whimpering, and then she shuddered, reaching her climax and letting out a low moan.
At this point, she surprised me. Back when we had been fucking, as soon as she reached her orgasm, she would roll off of me and leave, but this time she stayed on top of me. Her hips were still rolling a little bit, and as she recovered, she begin to speed back up.
It didn't take me long to reach my own climax. My breathing started to become labored, and as I closed my eyes and threw my head back, she grabbed my face, and brought it back level with her own.
"Stay with me baby, stay right here." My balls begin to boil, and I could feel that familiar tingle. "Christie, I'm cumming." She clasped my face in her hands and looked deep into my eyes. "Cum in me baby, I want to feel you cum inside of me." So I did, looking into her eyes the entire time.
She gasped as my first blast coated the inside of her vagina, pumping into her cervix. She trembled though the next couple of blasts, before her eyes grew misty and tears began to run down her face. She laid her head down on my chest and quietly cried. "I'm sorry baby, I'm so, so sorry." I lay back and let her cry for a while, gently stroking her hair while my dick softened and slid out of her.
"Christie, what are you sorry about?" She sniffled. "Because I fucked everything up. I was young, and I was stupid, and I fucked it all up." Between sniffles, it all came out.
How she had always loved me, but never was attracted to me. The first night we had sex, it had been the furthest thing from her mind, until she caught sight of my erection, and figured out how big I was. More then anything else, I was a revenge fuck, a way for her to get back at her ex. But after that, her life-long affection for me started to develop into something else. The problem was, she couldn't date a younger guy, especially someone who wasn't cool.
How she was using me for sex, but couldn't bring herself to admit her feelings for me. How she hated herself for being so shallow. How she got mad at Hailey because she saw that Hailey was rejecting me for the same reasons she was, and was angry at herself. So she pushed Hailey towards me, trying to make up for her own actions, but was still insanely jealous.
And finally, how all of her anger at herself came boiling out at me. She told me that after she left me in tears that night, she had gone home and cried herself to sleep, realizing that she had hurt the person she loved most. After that, she was too ashamed to talk to me, but she would ache when she saw me. And then to have me reject her was more than she could stand.
So she avoided me as best she could, but still tried to keep tabs on me through Hailey. Then when I deployed to Iraq, she feared that she had lost me forever. "All those years, we lost all those years that we should have been together, because I fucked everything up." She sobbed. I kissed the top of her head. "We're here right now Christie. We're together right now." I rolled over on top of her and kissed her deeply.
She looked into my eyes with longing. "You don't hate me?" "No. It was a long time ago, and like you said, you were young. We both were. Things may not have worked out then, but that's in the past, and this is the present." And in the present, I was starting to get hard again. I was a bit surprised at my rapid recovery, but being overseas for so long kept me deprived of sex.
She felt my cock start to stir against her leg, and she grinned at me. "Already? I guess you really are glad to see me." This time, I slowly traced my way down her lithe form with my lips, planting tiny kisses on her body. I stopped at her breasts, and gently caressed them as I tenderly kissed her nipples.
She stretched back as I continued my way down, tickling her navel with my tongue before tracing my way down to her mound. Unlike most girls, she actually had a neatly trimmed bush. I paused at that and considered that it was the first time I had actually seen something like that. All the other girls I had been with had tiny landing strips, or were completely bald. I began to lightly kiss around her groin, never directly on her pussy. I took my hand and gently rubbed her lips up and down around her clit, causing her to gasp and moan.
I took my other hand, hooked two finger inside of her and pressed into the fleshy patch on the front wall of her vagina. She froze for a moment, and then let out a long, slow moan as her hips began to slowly swivel. "Chris, oh my Gooooooddddddd……" I then pulled her lips apart, and sucked her clit into my mouth. She started jerking a little more erratically now, and her moans increased in frequency.
I then began to lick her pussy with the flat part of my tongue, occasionally sucking her clit back into my mouth. Her breathing was coming in short rapid bursts, and her hips were jerking up and down. "Oh God baby, oh God oh God oh God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuuuuuummmmmm!!!!" She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan that sounded almost animalistic. She rode the throes of her orgasm as she clamped her thighs against the sides of my head, and pulled my head against her pussy.
When she finally collapsed back, she looked at me in a daze. "Wow&hellip. That was even better than I remember." I grinned at her. "I got some practice after you. The lessons you taught me served me pretty well, and a lot of girls were really appreciative, and showed me even more stuff." She made a face.
"I don't want to think about you with other girls', baby &hellip. It was sheer torture listening to Hailey tell me about your sex life. I used to go home afterwards and fantasize that you were doing those things to me and masturbate." "You didn't have to ask her about it, you know." She rolled her eyes at me. "Are you kidding me?
She was so grateful to me for forcing her to keep that first date with you, I think that was her way of thanking me, letting me know how much fun she was having with you fucking her." I chuckled at that. Christie pouted at me.
"It was sheer torture, listening to her tell me how you took her virginity, how wonderful it had been, and how gentle and considerate you were… My first time was so awful, that asshole just climbed on top of me and shoved it right in with no warning, no preparation&hellip.
It hurt so badly, and he just pumped for like 10 seconds and was done&hellip. I thought that it would get better, but it never did, and he was so popular, I didn't know what to do, so I just kept hoping it would get better, and it never did.
I started masturbating to figure out what made me feel good, because he sure couldn't, and then he dumped me for that whore, and I came over and saw your dick &hellip." She looked down, tearing up again. "Baby, I'm sorry." "It's ok." I reassured her. I started working my way back up her body, lightly kissing as I went. I started right above her slit, and kept going. Christie leaned back, bit her lower lip, and smiled shyly at me. I started trailing pre-cum up her inner thigh, and I could feel her juices on my shaft.
As I drew even with her, I looked into her eyes and circled her pussy with my cock. She closed her eyes and purred at me, rotating her hips in a slow movement. We kept circling one another, until she grew impatient. "Stop teasing me dammit!" I placed my cock at her opening and started to push forward, once again entering her velvety folds. She started to whimper a little.
"Oh God, you're huge&hellip. oh, go slowly." I started to use shallow thrusts, only putting about half of my dick in her, before bottoming out every few strokes and rotating. The first time I did that, she gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist.
The second time. she dug her fingers into my ass cheeks. I reached back, grabbed her hands, and pinned them behind her head before interlocking my fingers with hers. "Now I'm in control." I whispered to her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I was still pumping and rotating, but her legs wrapped around my hips kept me from withdrawing from her. "Now that you have me here, whatever do you plan to do to me?" She asked in a little girl voice. "Well" I thought for a moment before giving a deep thrust that made her gasp.
"I thought I would pound you so hard that you couldn't walk straight for a week. Or I may just take my time and be nice and gentle." She laid her head back, smiled and moaned. "Or I may tie you to the bed and ravish you for a couple of days." She shuddered. "Or I may spank you." She giggled at that. "Or I may …" I never got to finish my sentence. My bedroom door flew open and my light turned on. Christie screamed and tried to hide her face, but with my hands pinning hers to the bed, there was nowhere for her to go.
My mom stood in the doorway, hand over her mouth and eyes wide. "Oh my word&hellip. Chris &hellip. Christie??????" "Uhhhh, hi mom." I replied lamely. What else could I say? Mom gathered herself as best she could. "Well …… I must say this comes as a bit of a shock&hellip. but I suppose at some point, I'll be telling this story to your children." With that, she turned off the light, closed the door, and went down the hallway.
Christie and I stared at each other for a moment before we both burst out laughing. "Now where were we?" I asked.
Christie rolled her hips, and pulled me tighter with her legs. "Oh yeah, now I remember." And we kept making love throughout the night.