The final part to the story form Christie's perspective. Not long after Christie's relationship with Eddie imploded, Hailey called her with exciting news. The guy she had met the previous year wanted to make their relationship exclusive.
Hailey was sure that she had found her future husband. Christie was pleased for her, but at the same time felt a slight twinge of envy. Hailey always seemed so lucky at love, while she seemed to keep finding the wrong guys. Hailey, ever the optimist, was just sure that Christie would meet the right guy soon. How ironic. Christie thought. I've known the right guy forever, but was too blind to see it when I had him. Without being distracted by a significant relationship, Christie graduated with honors, and enrolled in the MBA program.
She spent the summer in Durham, interning for an investment firm, when her mom called her one morning. "Mom, I can't talk, I have to get to work, can I call you later?" Christie loved her mother, but sometimes she just didn't seem to understand that she had things to do, and would keep her on the phone forever.
"Chris is being deployed to Iraq soon." Christie stopped dead in her tracks. "But … I thought he was a computer technician. Why would he go there?" "I guess they thought he needed to go.
His mom seems to think he'll be okay, but I'm not so sure, you hear such awful things that go on over there. And remember when they hung those poor people from the bridge? That was in the same area." "Mom!!!" Christie was stunned at her mother's insensitivity. "I don't need to hear that!!" Christie got off the phone with her mother and called in sick.
There was no way that she could do anything today. She sat curled up on her bed, hugging her knees tightly to her chest, feeling like the world was crumbling around her. When Hailey had first told her that Chris was going into the Marines, she had been concerned, but Hailey had quickly dispelled those fears by telling her that Chris would spend the entire time in computer school.
But this, this was unexpected. Christie dialed her father's number, and chewed her fingernails while she waited for him to answer. "Daddy? Mom told me Chris is going to Iraq." "I know pumpkin, hard to believe, isn't it?
I still remember him as the little boy from next door that would follow you around." Christie put on a brave face for her father.
"I'm concerned about him. And mom didn't give me much news. How dangerous is it going to be, really? Chris works on computers, it's not like he's going to be going out and fighting, will he?
He'll be safe, right?" The pause on the other end of the line worried her. Her dad loved her and would never hurt her, but he was also honest with her. If anyone could give her a no-bullshit assessment, it was him. "It's not as dangerous as it used to be. But things can happen, I won't lie." "What kind of things?" Christie felt her hope dim. "Well, some of the more remote bases have been attacked, but that's pretty rare now.
If he's traveling, they may get hit by an IED, a roadside bomb. As long as he stays on base, he's probably going to be okay." "Well since he's a computer tech, he'll be staying on base, won't he?" "Wellll &hellip. Yes, but … He may go out on some patrols, they believe that every Marine should be able to fight." "So he may be out fighting." Christie's tone was leaden and dull; she couldn't believe this news.
"It's a possibility." Christie thanked her father and hung up. She spent the rest of the day crying by herself, trying to make sense of it all. She knew that the chances of anything happening to Chris were remote, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something awful would happen to him.
It can't end this way. She kept thinking to herself. The worst part for Christie was that she had no one that she could talk to about this.
Sure, she could tell her parents that she was worried about Chris, but that was about it. No one knew about her relationship with him except for her old roommate Leslie, and she was off backpacking through Europe, leaving Christie to deal with this on her own.
Hailey called her later that day after she had heard the news from her own mother, she was just as upset as Christie was. When she heard the anguish in Hailey's voice, Christie was close to breaking down and telling her everything so that the two of them could share their pain, but she held back, realizing that the only thing it would accomplish would be to upset Hailey even further, so she had to bear her suffering alone.
At least Hailey was able to see Chris; Christie was stranded on her own, far away. Chris assured Hailey that he would be safe, and Hailey relayed that to Christie, so she felt a little better. Over the next two years, she would get periodic updates from her mom. Chris appeared to be doing just fine, and was never in any danger, but Christie doubted that she was getting the full story. What was the likelihood Chris was telling his mom the truth about what was going on?
Christie kept her focus on her studies, and excelled in grad school. Most of her classmates were either already married, or in serious relationships, so the hook-up atmosphere of her undergrad days was thankfully gone. Hailey had gotten engaged soon after Christie started her MBA, and phoned Christie in excitement.
Christie was happy for her of course, but still envious of her. In her weaker moments, she regretted her decision to convince Hailey go out with Chris all those years ago, but she knew that it had been the best thing for him. When she was horny, she would think of Chris and masturbate, but although it gave her some relief, it was never truly satisfying for her.
Upon completing her MBA, Christie had several offers to mull over. The firm that she had interned for offered her a position at their branch back in her home town, so she returned home to tour the office and decide if it would be a good fit. Her parents were excited at the idea of her being back home, but Christie wasn't so sure.
She loved her parents, but she could just picture them insisting that she move back in. She wasn't a little girl anymore, and she looked forward to beginning her career as an independent adult. Her visit to the branch was a good one, and Christie decided to take the offer. She would start in two weeks, which would give her enough time to find a place to live and settle in. In the meantime, she was staying at home, and an old friend set her up on a date.
Christie wasn't really excited by the prospect, but she rationalized that she would need to meet new people and develop some sort of a social life, lest she wind up spending her weekends with her parents.
Christie listened politely as her date droned on about current events, but she found him incredibly dull, and couldn't wait for the night to be over. Halfway through dinner her phone buzzed with a text from her mom.
Now why is she bothering me? Christie wondered. She knows I'm on a date.
Although as boring as it was, Christie welcomed the distraction. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back." She headed towards the restroom and checked her phone. Chris is home safe. He just came over to see you. Christie stopped breathing for a moment. He had come over to see her? Really?? She hurried into the bathroom on a rising tide of emotion. Most important, he was home safe, but he had actually wanted to see her?
Her heart soared. Was he finally ready to forgive her? She quickly phoned her mother. "Mom? It's me. Chris is home? He's okay?" "Oh yes, he looks fine. I didn't mean to interrupt your date dear; I just thought that you'd want to know." "No, its fine, thanks for telling me." She carefully phrased her next question to hide her excitement. "So he came by to see me, huh?" "Oh yes, he and his mother." Christie felt her hopes deflating.
He hadn't wanted to see her after all. His mom must have brought him over. But still, he was home safe and that was what mattered. She hung up with her mom and texted Hailey. Even though she was getting married soon, she would want to know that Chris had returned safely. A minute later, Hailey called her. "I haven't heard from you in soooo long!
How is he?" The excitement in her voice was evident, and Christie smiled to herself. "I don't know, I haven't seen him yet, my mom just texted me." "Well go see him!!" Hailey encouraged her.
"I'm on a date right now." Christie protested. Tempting as it was, she couldn't very well leave the guy sitting there while she ran home. "And you're talking about this in front of him?" Christie smiled to herself. "No, I'm hiding in the bathroom." Hailey laughed. "I left James in the restaurant to call you." The two girls shared a laugh. Even though they hadn't spoken in over a year, it seemed that no time had passed whatsoever.
"So how's your date?" Hailey inquired. She had always been supportive about Christie's love life, and Christie found it an amusing reversal of roles. Years ago, Hailey had been the one in need of guidance, and now she was the one giving doling out advice. Christie snorted.
"Nothing special." "Sooooo, ditch him and go see Chris." Christie laughed. "I can't do that." "Come on Christie, you said it yourself, the guy isn't anything special.
Ditch him and go see Chris. He's been in Iraq for how long? I bet he's dying for some female companionship." Christie was startled by this rather forward suggestion from her friend.
"Hailey! What are you suggesting?" "Remember how you talked me into going out with Chris in the first place? I'm just returning the favor." Christie was silent for a moment. Am I imagining things? Is Hailey trying to set me up with Chris? Hailey continued pressing the point. "Come on Christie, you've always complained about the guys in your life.
Chris is a great guy, and you know that he always had a crush on you. What have you got to lose?" Hailey really was suggesting it. And while Christie wanted nothing more than to follow her advice, she was also reluctant to do so.
What if he still hated her? "That was so long ago Hailey, and we were just kids. I haven't seen him in forever. What do we even have in common anymore?" Hailey laughed at Christie's objections, and Christie suddenly had a flashback to the almost identical conversation the two of them had had in that Starbucks all those years ago, as Christie talked her into going on a date with Chris. Except now the roles were reversed. How ironic … Christie thought to herself.
"You're a hot babe, and he's a horny Marine, use your imagination." Christie laughed at that.
Trust Hailey to think that they could build a relationship on sex. "And give him a kiss from me while you're at it." Hailey hung up and Christie stared at her phone, hardly believing what had just happened. Christie returned to the dining room but was unable to focus on what her date was saying, she was too busy pondering what Hailey had told her.
Go see Chris&hellip. How weird was that, Hailey trying to set the two of them up? She couldn't have known about the two of them, could she? Surely not. As Christie returned home, her mom told her about Chris's brief visit while she tidied up the kitchen. "I tell you, he's really grown up. I couldn't believe that he was the same little boy from next door. You two should definitely get together and catch up, how long has it been since you've seen him?" "Years." Christie responded.
"Not since I left for college." Her mother stopped and looked at her. "Has it been that long? My, how time does fly. It seems that not so long ago he was just a baby. I remember how you would sing to him, and he would just laugh and laugh." "Really?" Christie searched her memory, but couldn't recall ever doing such a thing. "Oh yes. It was just so precious. You would sit in front of him and sing little songs, and he would just smile at you the whole time." "I can't remember." "Oh, you must have been about two or three.
He was still in his baby swing." Christie smiled, and her mom looked up at her. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" "I am?" Christie reached up and wiped a tear from her eye. She hadn't realized how her mom's story had affected her.
"I don't know, I guess I just miss how simple things used to be." Her mom wrapped her in a warm embrace, and before long, Christie was crying in her arms. "Mom, I was so horrible to him." "What? What are you talking about?" Christie regained her composure a bit.
"I was just … he was … I just took him for granted. I ignored him for so long because he wasn't part of the popular crowd." "Christie, you two just had different interests, that's all. You just didn't have that much in common." Christie nodded. "I know. But still, when I think about how close we were when we younger, it makes me sad." Her mom smiled compassionately while she gently patted her back.
"Well, I'll tell you this, your father and I used to worry about what would happen when he reached puberty." "What? Why?" Christie's mom released her from her hug and went back to tidying the kitchen. "Because he would always follow you wherever you went. He cried and cried when you left for your first day of school and he couldn't go with you.
It took a couple of weeks for that to come to an end. He was like a little cat burglar. If there was a way into the house, he would find it. And while it was cute when he was a little boy, we were worried that he'd turn into a stalker when he was a teenager. Especially when you blossomed into such a beauty." Christie just gaped at her mother, not believing what she was hearing.
Christie's mother smiled at her. "When you have girls of your own someday, you'll understand. It was a real load off our minds when he turned out to be such a … geek." "Mother! That's horrible!" Her mom just smiled at her. "We were just worried about you, is all." Christie wasn't mollified by that.
He wasn't the one that you should have been worried about, I was. "Why don't you two spend the day together tomorrow, it will be nice for the two of you to catch up." "Hailey told me the same thing." "Hailey?
You already talked to Hailey?" "Yeah, as soon as you texted me. I knew she'd want to know he was home safe." "Those two were quite the odd couple at first, weren't they? He really grew into himself while they were together. Well, she's right, you two should definitely get together." "He probably has plans." Christie offered lamely.
"I'm sure that he'd change them for you." Her mom smiled as she finished up and gave her a quick hug as she headed past her to bed. As Christie lay in bed, she couldn't fall asleep.
Without even realizing that she was doing it, Christie's hands drifted down towards her panties, pulling them away from her pussy. She hooked her thumb through the waistband and stretched it down, pulling the crotch aside as well, while she took her other hand and began lightly running her fingers up and down her outer pussy lips.
She licked her fingers briefly and resumed her work on her moistening mound before moving up to her breasts. She stripped off her t-shirt and began to squeeze her breasts as her hips moved up and down.
She cupped her right breast with her right hand and began to tease her nipple with her left hand, gently stroking and twisting it until it stood up away from her breast, hard and erect. She continued working her nipple with her right hand while her left hand returned to her pussy. Reaching back under her panties, she began rubbing her clit while she closed her eyes and fantasized about Chris.
Yessss. He'll put his mouth right down there . He'll take my clit between his lips and suck on it. He'll play with my nipples just like this. He'll bring me right to the edge, then back off, teasing me until I can't take it anymore … I'll beg him to take his massive dick and push it into me … He'll be slow and gentle, and he'll make me feel like the most special woman in the world … He'll make love to me, and he'll tell me that he loves me, and he'll cum deep inside me … we'll make babies together, and we'll spend the rest of our lives with each another… This was a familiar routine for Christie, but tonight, it just wasn't doing it for her.
While she was fantasizing about Chris, not more than 50 feet from her, he was in his bed.
Was Hailey right? Should she go see him? Would he want to see her? The last time she had crawled into bed with him, he kicked her out. They hadn't seen or spoken to each other since she left for college. Would he listen to her? Would he throw her out again? Would he forgive her? It had been so long … And what about sex? Yeah, Chris may be horny, but it had been nearly ten years.
What if she didn't feel an attraction to him anymore? What if it wasn't like she remembered? What if she had built it up in her mind so much that the reality couldn't compare? What if he had changed? What if she couldn't trust him anymore? What if the magic was gone? Christie kept going back and forth before finally admitting to herself that she was scared. For so long, she had kept Chris as her fantasy. He wasn't real, he was an idea that she was able to direct and control. But once she saw him the ideal would be replaced by reality, and the thought frightened her.
Christie finally made up her mind. Like Leslie said, she didn't want to carry this around forever. She had to take the chance. She stripped off her underwear and started looking through her things. She found an oyster grey slip and pulled it on before climbing out her window and making her way to Chris's. She started fiddling with the latch, trying to remember how to pop it open. I just hope they haven't fixed this&hellip.
The window opened up, and Christie climbed inside. Chris was lying in his bed, staring up at her. The moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains behind her, spotlighting him.
Shit, he's really grown up. There was no trace of the boy she had once known. This was a man she was looking at. "Hello baby." He was silent for a moment, and Christie felt herself holding her breath. What next? Finally, he spoke. "Christie." Fuck it. I'm going for it. I'll never get another chance if I don't do this now. Before she could lose her nerve, Christie leaped on top of him, grabbed his face, and kissed him, hoping to overcome any objections he might have by her onslaught of sexuality.
It was the first time that they had really kissed, the time that she had taught him how to kiss didn't count. As she broke their kiss, she pulled her head back and peered into his eyes, searching. It was still there. That look in his eyes that had always made her safe was still there. It was a little different, Chris was older now, but that look … He would never hurt her; he wouldn't do what she had done to him.
He would never force himself on her. He would never pressure her to do what she didn't want to do. She was totally safe with him. He was still her baby. She closed her eyes and leaned in again, pressing her lips against his. Oh, baby …… This is what I should have been doing all those years ago.
It didn't take long before she could feel Chris's cock swelling against her leg. It's still as big as I remember… She sat back, pinning it underneath her, and rocking on it just a little bit with her groin.
She smiled at Chris and pulled her slip off before crawling down and stripping his shorts off, unleashing his cock. Oh my &hellip. I think it's gotten even bigger. She opened her mouth and engulfed him, doing her best to suck the cum right out of him.
She heard him gasp, and she glanced up at his face. It was a look of surprise, delight, and pleasure, all wrapped into one. I am going to make you forget any other girl. She silently promised him. Christie attacked his cock with gusto, pulling out all the stops, using every trick that she knew.
After she had his cock covered with her saliva, she looked into his eyes and began to swallow his dick, one inch at a time. Hailey had once told her that she had been unable to deep throat him, and Christie was determined to do so. She knew that it was childish of her, but she wanted to outdo her friend, to claim Chris as her own. She eventually managed to touch her nose to his stomach, her throat distended by his shaft.
Chris groaned in pleasure, and Christie released him from her throat.
She gazed up at him and took in the dazed look on his face. He probably thinks he's still dreaming. She thought to herself. This is no dream baby, I'm really here, and I'm giving myself to you. She slowly crawled up his body, her nipples rubbing against his sculpted muscles, sending little electric shocks through her body.
Her hands led the way, rubbing on his abs, and then his chest. She planted little kisses as she went, never taking her eyes off of his, afraid that it would break the spell if she did. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and the juices that were leaking out, leaving a moist trail up his leg. As she reached face level with him, she kissed him tenderly, and then reached between their bodies for his dick. It was warm in her hand, and strained for release.
Christie swore that it was vibrating in excitement. She gently caressed it, and brought it to her aching pussy. This is what she had been waiting for so long. She trembled with anticipation as she split her outer labia with his swollen cock head and ran it along her inner lips, briefly tickling her clit with it, before she sat back on it, impaling herself on his turgid member.
Ooooohhhhh mmmyyyyyyyy Gooooooodddddd … She kept gazing into his eyes as her vaginal canal expanded to accommodate him while she slowly lowered herself farther and farther.
She eventually felt her body come into contact with his, and she sighed with satisfaction. She adjusted herself a bit, placed her hands on his chest, and began to grind her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit on his dick as she did so.
As Chris gazed up at her, she bent down and kissed him as she started to rock up and down on him, feeling his cock reach her inner depths. She knew it wouldn't be long before she reached her orgasm, but she wanted to prolong this time with him.
She could feel her inner lips being pulled in and out by his thick shaft as she moved up and down on it.
She kept gazing at him, finally experiencing what Hailey had enjoyed.
The feeling of sharing herself with the one that she loved. Do you love me baby? She thought to herself. Oh please, please love me back. The look in his eyes reminded her why he was apparently so popular with the girls: his total focus was on her.
Her pleasure, her enjoyment, what she wanted. Christie felt a pang of guilt; she had seen that look in his eyes back when she had been fucking him, but she hadn't been mature enough to appreciate it then.
Chris placed his hands on her hips and gently rubbed them back to her ass as she kept riding him. His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was gentle, sparking a fire in Christie's loins.
She could feel her orgasm building and she began moaning and whimpering in a high pitch. She started bucking her hips even faster, determined to cum with his dick inside of her.
It suddenly occurred to Christie that Chris was the only guy who had ever given her an orgasm, and she rode him even harder. As her breathing became ragged, she felt every muscle in her body start to contract, and her toes start to curl. Her pussy began clenching on his cock, and an intense wave of pleasure exploded in her, causing her to see stars and nearly black out. She fell forward on top of him; her cheek pressed against his, while her hips kept moving in an erratic fashion before she couldn't take it anymore, and had to stop moving.
When she had recovered sufficiently, she pushed herself back upright, and began riding him again. She was so sensitive that it was actually painful for her, but she was determined that he should cum too. She burned with shame as she recalled all the times that she left him with blue balls, and was determined to make it up to him tonight.
Before long, she could feel his muscles start to contract and pulse beneath her, and she knew he was close. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his head back on his pillow. Christie placed her hands on each side of his face, and titled his head back down to face her. "Stay with me baby, stay right here." I want to experience this with you.
She thought to herself. Chris looked up at her with desperation in his eyes. "Christie, I'm cumming." She tenderly took his face in her hands and gazed at him lovingly. "Cum in me baby, I want to feel you cum inside of me." Chris nodded and gasped, and she felt his cock spasm inside of her, then a huge load of cum exploded from his pent up balls, triggering a wave of emotion in her as she took everything he had to give.
As Chris finished emptying himself into her, she couldn't hold back anymore, and she began to cry. She laid her head down on his chest with his cock still deep inside her, and let it all out. "I'm sorry baby, I'm so, so sorry." Chris lay silently for a while, gently stroking her hair while she felt his heartbeat against her cheek.
Eventually, his cock softened and was pushed out of her pussy as she continued to cry softly. After a while, Chris finally spoke. "Christie, what are you sorry about?" Was he serious? After everything that she had done to him, he didn't know what she was sorry about? "Because I fucked everything up!" She cried. "I was young, and I was stupid, and I fucked it all up!" Looking back on it, she realized that it was a lot for Chris to take in all at once, and she probably hadn't made a whole lot of sense.
She kept apologizing every few minutes for everything: For having sex with him, for using him, for being shallow, but most especially for that awful night and the terrible things that she had said to him. She confessed her role in getting Hailey to go out with him, while apologizing for not going out with him herself, and then apologized again for having sex with him.
She was so wound up that she couldn't stop. Christie had been carrying this around with her for eight years, never telling anyone the complete story, and never able to get over it. But now, she was able to unburden herself to the person that she loved more than anyone else, to the person that she had wronged. As she finally wound down, she felt like an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "All those years, we lost all those years that we should have been together, because I fucked everything up." She sobbed.
God, how could I have been so stupid? What was I thinking? Who cares what teenagers think is cool or popular? What an idiot I was!!! Chris was silent for a while, leaving Christie to wait with baited breath.
Would he finally forgive her? Tell her that all was well and let her back into his life? He finally kissed the top of her head and spoke. "We're here right now Christie. We're together right now." He rolled her over onto her back and pressed his lips to hers, sharing a tender, compassionate kiss with her that she felt down to her toes. She gazed up at him with eyes both warm and sad.
"You don't hate me?" She asked him with a glimmer of hope in her voice. "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." Christie teared up again to hear him say that to her, but she was then distracted by the feel of his cock, swelling against her thigh. "Already? I guess you really are glad to see me." Chris began to work his way down her body, trailing kisses as he went.
The feel of his lips on her skin was driving Christie wild with desire. Chris stopped at her breasts, and lovingly traced his fingers across the round globes before he gently kissed her nipples, sucking them into his mouth and lightly grazing them with his teeth, causing them to stand erect.
Christie lay back to enjoy the sensations shooting through her body. This was what she had missed out on, the ability to just let herself go in the act of love.
She remembered the first time that Chris had gone down on her under her direction, and smiled to herself. He didn't need any guidance anymore; he expertly plucked her strings, arousing her passions without over-stimulating her. He traced his lips around her loins, but never touched her mound, then he took two fingers and began to squeeze and rub her outer lips against her clit. Oh my … Christie rolled her head back and moaned, and suddenly his fingers were inside her, pressing into her g-spot.
And she thought what he had already been doing to her felt amazing … She froze for a moment, and then let out a long, slow moan as her hips began to slowly swivel. "Chris, oh my Gooooooddddddd……" She was losing control of her body, it was responding to his touch without any conscious thought from her.
At this point, Chris sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it between his lips, eliciting more moans from her. What next? She thought. Chris began to lick up and down her inner lips, occasionally spearing his tongue into her canal, and rolling her clit between his lips.
He had her on the brink of another orgasm, and he was steadily pushing her over the cliff. Christie had lost all control of herself, her breathing was erratic, and her hips were thrusting wildly. "Oh God baby, oh God oh God oh God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuuuuuummmmmm!!!!" She clamped her thighs together against his head and exploded for the second time in an hour.
As she came down from the euphoric feeling, she gazed at him in a lustful daze. Where the hell had that come from? He has definitely picked up some new moves. "Wow&hellip.
That was even better than I remember." She panted. Chris's response, however, left her less than ecstatic. "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." Fuck, I don't want to know that. You're MY baby; you shouldn't be with other girls. 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." Chris smiled at her.
"You didn't have to ask her about it, you know." She rolled her eyes. She loved Hailey, but there had been times that she was close to strangling her while she gushed about the joys of having sex with Chris. "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." Chris chuckled and Christie suppressed the urge to smack him with a pillow.
"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…" Christie could feel tears coming to her eyes as she recounted this to him. "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, too ashamed to face him.
"Baby, I'm sorry." Chris took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay." She looked up and saw compassion in his eyes, and she knew he had forgiven her. She didn't have to keep apologizing. She felt her tears start to well up again, and she tenderly ran her hand down his cheek.
What did I ever do to deserve you baby? He took her hand in his and gently kissed it, then began to crawl back up her body, planting kisses directly on her mound, and working his way up.
Christie leaned back and smiled at him, encouraging him to do what he would with her. She could feel her pussy dripping down her legs, she was so turned on.
As Chris drew even with her, he planted small kisses on and around her face, rubbing his cock in circles around her pussy. Christie smiled and responded in kind, rolling her hips around, vainly trying to capture his cock in her aching pussy, but he kept himself just out of reach, cruelly teasing her until she could stand no more.
"Stop teasing me dammit!" She cried. He smiled and placed himself between her labia and pushed forward, shouldering her lips aside as he plunged into her steaming tunnel once again. "Oh God, you're huge&hellip. oh, go slowly." She begged him, even though she knew that if he wanted to ram it hard and fast, she'd gladly take it. With Chris on top of her, he assumed total control and began to alternate between shallow and deep thrusts, rotating his cock deep inside her, stirring up her insides. Christie gasped in pleasure and wrapped her legs around him, trying to trap him deep inside her.
She grasped his ass in her hands, and tried to pull him even further inside, but he grabbed her hands in his, and pinned them to the bed, alongside her head, lacing his fingers with hers. "Now I'm in control." He whispered. The thought thrilled Christie. It was such a rush to give herself to him, to cede control over herself to another person.
With anyone else, it would have been terrifying, but with Chris, it was liberating. Two can play at this game, baby. She thought to herself as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. You aren't going anywhere now, you're mine. "Now that you have me here, whatever do you plan to do to me?" She asked in a little girl voice. Chris thought for a moment before plunging deep inside her, making her gasp in surprise and pleasure.
"Well, 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.
Or I may tie you to the bed and ravish you for a couple of days. Or I may spank you." Christie was lost to the world as he went down the list of things he would do to her. Oh yes baby, do it all to me, I'm yours. She thought. Suddenly, Christie was rudely jerked back to the real world as the light switched on, illuminating the two of them as Chris was pumping away on top of her.
She screamed and tried to shrink herself enough to hide underneath him and cover her face, but with her hands pinned beside her head and his body on top of hers, she was trapped. She shut her eyes as tight as she could, and heard his mother's voice. "Oh my word&hellip. Chris &hellip. Christie??????" Oh my God … "Uhhhh, hi mom." She heard Chris say. I can't believe this.
How humiliating. What must she think of me now? What are my parents going to say? Oh God please don't tell them. Her next statement relaxed Christie considerably. "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." Christie smiled to herself. Our children … With that, she turned off the light, closed the door, and went down the hallway.
Christie looked up at Chris and the two of them grinned sheepishly before they both burst out laughing. "Now where were we?" Chris asked. Christie rolled her hips, and pulled him tighter against her body with her legs.
"Oh yeah, now I remember." And he resumed pumping into her as Christie laid her head back and sighed with contentment. Finally, in the early morning hours, Chris collapsed, absolutely exhausted. "No more," he muttered. "I've got nothing left." Christie lay back and laughed.
The entire room was a wet spot, it seemed. They were both covered in sweat, and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air. She had lost count of how many times she had cum, and after Chris's fourth orgasm, his reserves were tapped out. She pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around him. "Nooooo." He groaned. "I survived two tours in Iraq, I can't have you fuck me to death." Christie sighed and stroked the stubble on the back of his head. "We didn't fuck baby, we made love.
Now you just lie here with me, don't ever leave me." And they dozed off together. A few hours later, Christie was awakened by a gentle knocking. "Christie? Are you still in there?" Chris's mom asked. Christie immediately panicked. Oh shit, what do I do? But then realized that after she had walked in on the two of them last night, it wasn't like she didn't know what was going on. Chris was still on top of her, sleeping peacefully, his head resting on her breasts.
"Yes." Christie replied softly. "I've made breakfast if you're hungry." "Okay, thank you." Christie replied. "Chris is still asleep, but I'll be out in a little bit." She disentangled herself from Chris as gently as she could, and looked around the room. The only clothes she had was the slip she had worn last night, and she certainly wasn't wearing that to breakfast.
She found a pair of Chris's running shorts that she cinched as tightly as she could, and one of his t-shirts, and quietly let herself out of his room. Both of his parents were sitting down at the kitchen table, and they bade her to join them. Christie sat down, and stared at the table, unsure of what to say. This is ridiculous.
She thought to herself. We're both adults; I have nothing to be ashamed of&hellip.
God, this is so embarrassing. Chris's dad broke the silence. "So Christie, I hear you finished your Masters. Congratulations." "Thank you." "MBA, right?" "Yes." "Well that's good. Now you can support Chris." Christie looked up to see him grinning at her with a roguish twinkle in his eye. Oh my God&hellip. Christie turned bright red and buried her face in her hands. "I don't know what to say &hellip.
I am so sorry &hellip." She stammered. Chris's mom came to her rescue. "Now Frank, you leave her alone." She patted Christie on the arm and put a plate of eggs in front of her. "Christie, I never would have dreamed that you and Chris were involved. I knew that he always had a crush on you, but never in a million years would I have thought of this!
And when did you two have a chance to get together? I didn't think you'd seen each other since you left for college." Christie squirmed uncomfortably. There was no way in hell she was telling them that she had begun sneaking into Chris's room to have sex with him when he was just 13. Just 13 &hellip. Oh my God, I'm a pervert. Christie thought. If they ever found out, they'd put me in jail. "Well … I guess &hellip. I don't know. I've always loved him, I just didn't realize how much until he left for Iraq … and seeing him last night … well, you know &hellip." She looked down at her plate and blushed.
"And what time was that? I didn't know that you'd come over." "Mom, enough with the interrogation, she's not a P.O.W." Christie breathed a sigh of relief as Chris entered the kitchen. "Well I'm just curious is all." "Evelyn, enough." Chris's father spoke up. "Leave the kids alone." Thankfully, the rest of breakfast was spent on other topics, sparing Christie further embarrassment; although it was pretty bad the way Chris's parents kept smiling at that two of them. Chris loaned her some sandals and walked her back to her house.
He couldn't help but laugh as she led him to her bedroom window. She turned to face him. "What? I don't have a key to the front door, and I don't want to explain to my parents why they need to let me in." He started laughing even harder and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply.
Christie sighed when he broke their kiss, and wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. "I don't want to waste another minute baby, we've lost enough time as it is." Chris smiled at her.
"Neither do I. But what I want to do right now is go back to bed, you really wore me out last night." Christie smiled at him and clasped his hands. "So come to bed." She said as she nodded her head towards her bedroom window. Chris cocked an eyebrow at her.
"No, seriously, I really need to sleep." "So do I." Christie replied. "And I want to sleep with you." And she turned and climbed through the window. Chris laughed and climbed in after her, getting halfway in before he heard a voice. "Good morning, Chris." He looked up and saw Christie's mom sitting on her bed. Christie was frozen in place, staring at her. "Ummmm, hello." "I see that you and Christie have gotten reacquainted." She said with a twinkle in her eye.
"We were &hellip. ummm &hellip." Chris stammered. She smiled indulgently at him. "I assume that Christie has already had breakfast with you. Shall I let your mother know that you'll be joining us for lunch?" She was really enjoying this. "Mom &hellip." Christie began, but her mother cut her off. "From now on, why don't you two use the front door? It's kind of silly to sneak around like a couple of horny teenagers, don't you think?" And with that, she stood and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Christie turned to look at him. "How is it that we never got caught when we were kids, and now we've been caught twice in the same day?" They shared a laugh and Christie pulled him the rest of the way into her room and led him to her bed. He kicked off his shoes and lay down, falling asleep almost instantly.
As Christie gazed down at his slumbering form, she took in every detail: How broad his shoulders were, the way his muscular chest rose and fell in time with his breathing, the peaceful expression on his face.
She glanced at her dresser, and her eye was drawn to the photograph of the two of them, taken all those years ago. Her arms were wrapped around him, holding him safe, and she was beaming down at him with a mixture of delight and adoration.
He had a look of contentment on his face as he stared back up at her. Her baby was back where he belonged: with her. She picked her phone up and texted Hailey: I saw Chris last night.
A few minutes later, she got a reply. How is he? Christie smiled thoughtfully. What should she say? AMAZING she sent back. Hailey sent her a smiley emoticon, and Christie giggled.
Thank you, Hailey. She thought to herself, and lay down on the bed next to Chris, snuggling up to him before she drifted off to sleep, finally together with the love of her life.