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 Christie and Me

   Chapter 4 Paradise Lost

   by knight_b_4@hotmail.com

   Story codes: Mff, hum, les, rom, preg

   Author's Note: This story involves sexual activity between a variety of
people, some of whom are underage.  If it is illegal in your jurisdiction
to read about such things, please delete this story immediately.  (And know
that you have my sympathies for living in such a repressive atmosphere.)
This story is entirely a work of fiction; none of the events described
herein actually took place (at least not to the author's knowledge).  The
author does not condone sexual activity with minors, although he does
recommend most of the following if done with a consenting adult.

   This story may be posted with no changes or deletions on a free site, or
the free area of a commercial site.  The work is copyright 2012 by the
author, and all rights are reserved.



   The next couple of days passed pretty much the same way.  No phone
calls, no email from Christie.  I got a lot of work done, trying to ignore
that.  The ditzy bitch sent more changes; I'd been expecting it, so I'd let
her project sit while I waited for them to show up.  A couple of other
clients OK'd theirs, so I sent them the color separations and their bills.
Payment for a big project I'd finished three months ago finally showed up
(I hate large corporations and bureaucracies), so my bank account got
nicely replenished.  I watched a little TV when I could find something
good, and went to the store to pick up some new DVDs for the times I
couldn't.  (Why didn't "Death to Smoochy" do better at the box office? 
That movie's hysterical.)

   Mostly, I moped.  Sometimes, I masturbated with Christie's panties in my
other hand or laying on my chest.  I was sorry I'd washed them now; I
couldn't smell her on them anymore, and I really wished I could smell her
scent again.  Not just her pussy, but her hair, her skin, her lips.  I took
to carrying her panties with me everywhere, in my pocket if I was going
out. (That proved to be embarrassing when I reached for money at the DVD
place and pulled out cash and panties at the same time.  Fortunately, the
clerk was a young guy and he just grinned.  Guess he didn't realize they
were little-girl size.)

   Finally, the afternoon of the third day after I'd met Christie, I found
myself driving past the mall.  I had no business in that part of town, no
reason to be there, not even going to Murray's.  But I turned in anyway,
then rationalized it by reminding myself I'd promised to teach Charlene
what I knew about eating pussy.  If I happened to run into Christie, that'd
just be a bonus and entirely accidental, right?  =(My, you really are good
at rationalizing, aren't you?  Like you'll even notice Charlene if Christie
is there.)= (Are you still here?  I haven't heard from you in a while, I'd
hoped you'd died.) =(Not until you do, pal.)The food court was crowded with
kids again, it being a little past the time school got out.  My heart was
beating fast and I unconsciously fingered the thong in my pocket as I drew
near Uncle Vittorio's.  Charlene was at the counter, but there was no sign
of Christie, either in the restaurant or out in the food court.  Maybe she
was back in the office?  I shied back from that thought, not liking the
reason why she might be.

   Charlene smiled and waved when she saw me.

   "Hi, Harry.  How's it going?"

   "Pretty good, Charlene.  How's things with you?" I hoped I didn't sound
as falsely cheerful to her as I did to myself.

   "Good.  If you're looking for Christie, I haven't seen her today," she
said, and looked at me fairly intently for my reaction.

   "Well, if you do see her, tell her I said `Hi'." Was the disappointment
evident?  It was to me, but I couldn't tell if she caught it.  "I was free
this afternoon, so I thought I'd come by and keep my promise to you,
actually."

   She looked puzzled for a minute.  "Your promise to...  Oh!" Her eyes lit
up.  "Yeah, thanks.  Come on back and we can talk." She lifted the counter
lid for me and as I squeezed through, turned to one of the other workers
and told her to take over.  She led the way through the back and into the
office, and pointed to the chair as she perched on a corner of the desk.

   We spent a half hour or so talking technique, as I described some of the
things I'd done to Christie, some of the things I hadn't done (but would
next time, perhaps), and some things I'd heard about from other guys but
never tried myself.  Charlene listened intently, asked some intelligent
questions, and offered a few tips and ideas of her own.  We kept our
clothes on and just talked, although I think I saw her nipples harden a
couple of times.  My cock stirred a few times, never coming up even as far
as half mast but keeping an interest in the conversation.

   We'd pretty much finished our lessons and were starting to talk about
ourselves when I heard voices and footsteps- lots of footsteps- coming down
the corridor.  My heart started beating a little faster in anticipation,
and then started thudding when I recognized Christie's voice, though I
couldn't catch what she said.

   The door opened and I heard Lily saying, "So break out those condoms,
and let's go, guys." My heart crashed to my feet as Lily, Christie and four
guys walked in.  The guys looked to be high school age, maybe juniors or
seniors, and all jock types.  Lily was dressed in her usual black, this
time a lacy top (no bra, as usual, aureola flushed red and nipples rock
hard) and a flouncy lacy black skirt.

   Christie was a vision from heaven.  She wore a pink long-sleeved top
with no shoulders (you know, the kind where it stops just above the tits
and the sleeves are sewn on under the armpits) and a denim miniskirt that
stopped just a few inches below her marvelously rounded ass.  Her curvy
sexy legs were wrapped in black fishnet stockings, and she had on red shoes
with just enough heel to accentuate them.  And, as usual, no bra, with her
stiff nipples poking at the front of her top.

   Everyone except Lily stopped dead when they saw us sitting there.  Lily
just said, "Hi, Harry.  Hi, Charlene.  How's it going?" and walked over to
hug us both.

   Christie looked decidedly uncomfortable; I know I looked the same way or
worse.

   "Hi, Lily.  Hi, Christie.  Hi, boys." Was that a tremor in my voice?  a
slight emphasis on `boys?' "How are you?"

   Christie wiped her face, and pasted on a big smile.  I hoped it was as
fake as the one I answered her with.  "Hi, Harry.  What brings you here?"
Was that an accusation?  Was she pissed I'd invaded "her" place?

   "Just came to keep my promise to Charlene." I tried to sound casual, as
if my heart wasn't shattering into a million splinters.  "I was just
getting ready to leave, in fact.  I have an appointment to see a client and
have to drive over to the other side of town.  So, I'll see you guys later,
I guess.  Have fun." Did that last sound as bitter as I felt?  I hoped not.

   I stood up, hugged Charlene and started for the door.  I looked deep
into Christie's eyes as I passed her, but didn't try to hug her; I don't
think I could've let go if I had.  She looked like she wanted to say
something, but didn't and I didn't really stay long enough to give her a
chance.  As the door closed behind me, I heard one of the guys ask, "Who
was that?" and Christie reply, "Just some guy I know."

   There may have been times in my life when I've felt worse, more
completely shattered, more completely depressed, more cold and numb, but I
can't remember any.  The next thing I knew, I was home; I didn't remember
driving there.  I walked into the bedroom, threw Christie's thong in the
trash, and lay down.  I stared at the ceiling for a long, long time.  Then
I got up, fished her thong out of the watebasket, placed it carefully on
the other side of the bed, and lay down again.

   I don't remember much about the rest of the night.  I think I might've
eaten, but I'm not sure.  Other than that, I discovered that my bedroom
ceiling really wasn't very interesting.