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 Once and Future Lovers, Part 1 (mf teen, first, rom, mast, slow) By Paul
Story [PaulStory77@nospamforme.aol.com] /~paulstory
FINAL VERSION, 11/Aug/2003 19:37

   AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story that's been percolating in my head, in
some form or another, for about four years.  Based on some real people, and
some real events, but it's more fiction than fact.  Still, if "Christine"
reads this, she'll probably recognize it.  Hi babe!!  :)

   DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you're under eighteen, or if the laws in your
very repressive jurisdiction would suggest that you not read smutty stories
such as this one.

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   "Edward Martin, checking in."

   Ed shifted his laptop case to his right shoulder while the desk clerk
looked up his reservation.  Ed was standing in the lobby of a Marriott
hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina.  After spending ten hours on two
different airplanes and in three different airports in three different time
zones, it was nearly 10:00 PM.  All he wanted to do was get to his room,
take a hot shower to wash off the travel grime, and get some sleep before
the convention started tomorrow morning.

   "Please sign here, Mr.  Martin.  You'll be in room 816.  Elevators are
over there," the clerk said, pointing to Ed's left.  "Did you need any
assistance with your bags?"

   "No, I've got 'em."

   Ed signed the slip, took the proferred room key, and turned away from
the desk, heading for the elevators.

   And nearly ran head-on into a very familiar-looking blonde.

   "Eddie?  Eddie Martin?" she asked, a smile lighting up her face.  It was
the smile that triggered Ed's memory.

   "Christine Edwards?  Chrissy???" Ed exclaimed incredulously.  "How the
hell are you?" he asked, releasing the handle on his pullman suitcase and
enveloping Chrissy in a bear hug.

   She responded, hugging him back.  "I'm fine," she said, as they moved
out of their embrace.  "It's great to see you -- oh, but it's actually
Christine *Frasier* now," she said, holding up her left hand to show off
the gold and diamond wedding band.

   "Oh, congratulations," Ed said, holding up his own left hand.  "Me too,
actually.  Six years next month.  How about you?"

   "Four years."

   "That's great, Chrissy.  Damn, you look great," Ed said, looking her up
and down.  And, she really did, she looked just as great as Ed remembered
from the last time he saw her, 11 years ago.

   *Of course, that time, she was 17 years old and naked,* Ed thought to
himself.  But, even with clothes on, and more than a decade later, Chrissy
was still gorgeous.  She stood about 5'5" in her black heels, her slim legs
accentuated by charcoal stockings underneath a black skirt.  Her waist
still flared in nicely, and her ample breasts looked delectable inside the
tight polo she was wearing.

   *About 34C's, if I remember right,* Ed mused.

   His gaze wandered back up to her face, still framed with a tousled mop
of blonde curls, wavier now than when they were in high school.  Her blue
eyes twinkled as she smiled at him.

   "Quit checking me out, you lech.  You're married," she said, laughing
and punching him on the shoulder.

   "You never used to mind, as I recall," Ed said, smiling back at her,
causing a blush to spread up Chrissy's neck and to her face.  "Anyway, what
brings you here?"

   "Health and fitness convention," Chrissy replied.  "I work as a sports
therapist in Atlanta, so I drove up here for the weekend.  What about you?"


   "Computer convention.  I work for a company out in San Francisco that
makes network security software, and so I've got to man a booth at the
TechWorld show for the next four days."

   "Ah," Chrissy smiled.  "You always were the computer geek."

   "Some things never change.  Is your show down at the convention center?
Maybe we can share a cab in the morning."

   Chrissy shook her head.  "No, mine's right here at the Marriott."

   "Gotcha.  I would absolutely love to catch up with you some more, but I
gotta tell you Chris -- I'm bushed.  I've been travelling since 8:30 this
morning, spent three hours waiting in St.  Louis for a replacement tire on
a 747, then had to sit in Charlotte airport for an hour waiting for my
luggage to show."

   Chrissy smiled.  "I understand, I'm pretty whipped myself, and I need to
go call Mike, check on Billy.  Six hour drive to get here from Atlanta. 
You want to do breakfast in the morning?"

   "Love to.  How about 8:00 here in the hotel?"

   After agreeing on breakfast plans, Ed and Chris headed their separate
ways.  In his room, after taking a hot shower and calling his wife for a
few minutes, Ed pulled back the covers on the bed and climbed in, fully
intending to sack out.

   But, he couldn't sleep, and he knew exactly why.  After seeing Chrissy,
he was too damn horny.

   Shucking off his boxers, he started stroking his erect cock, thinking
about the last time he had seen Chrissy Edwards.

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   August, 1992 Atlanta, Georgia

   "Eddie, I just think it's for the best."

   Ed Martin couldn't believe it.  When his girlfriend Chrissy Edwards had
said on the phone she had something important to discuss with him, he
thought for sure he knew what it was.  *She's finally ready to have sex
with me,* he thought on the drive over to her house.

   Ed and Chris had been dating for over two years, since just after Ed's
sophomore year.  Now, with Ed graduated and off to Stanford in less than a
week, and Chrissy still with one year of high school left, Ed thought for
sure she'd give him her virginity as a going-away present.

   Instead, she was breaking up with him.

   "Why, Chris?  Don't you love me like you said you did?"

   "Oh, Eddie, of course I love you," she said, tears in her eyes.  "That's
why I think we have to do this.  It's not fair for me to expect you to stay
faithful to me, a high school kid who won't even have sex with you.  You're
going to be 3000 miles away, meeting college girls, and that's what college
is supposed to be for."

   Ed frowned.  "Chris, you know I'm satisfied with our -- with what we do
with each other," he said, blushing, and it was mostly true.  Though
Chrissy insisted that intercourse had to be saved for marriage, they had
ended many a night of making out with mutual masturbation.  Eddie had even
convinced Chrissy to let him go down on her a couple of times, though she
hadn't done the same for him.

   "I know, Eddie, and it's sweet of you to say that.  But deep down, I
think you know I'm right -- I think you know you want something that I
can't give you."

   After discussing it for nearly an hour, alternately crying and laughing,
Ed and Chris came to the same conclusion -- namely, that she was right. 
*She's mature beyond her age,* Ed realized.

   "I'll always love you, Eddie Martin," Chris said, as they hugged each
other tightly.  Without even consciously thinking about, Ed started kissing
along her neck, below her ear -- one of Chrissy's most erogenous spots.

   "Oooooohh," she moaned into his ear.  "I think we've done enough
talking," she said.  Pushing him into a reclining position on the couch,
she swung a leg over Ed's lap and straddled him, her denim-clad crotch
pushing into Ed's own, his stiffening cock pressing against his shorts.

   They kissed frantically, Chrissy humping her hips against Ed, feeling
the crotch of her panties get moist.  He pulled her T-shirt off over her
head, revealing her naked and firm breasts.  He moved his head to her
chest, suckling each of her hard nipples into his mouth, causing her to
moan even louder.

   "Oh...oh God Eddie, it's so good," she gasped, humping herself harder
against him.  Ed moaned her name around her nipple, his cock hard as steel
against his undershorts.

   "Oh Eddie, I'm close....but I--I need--"

   "What, Chrissy baby -- what do you need?"

   "I need to feel you touching me."

   "I *am* touching you, Chrissy baby," Ed said, squeezing her tits for
emphasis.

   "No no," she said, climbing off him and standing before him.  "I need to
feel you touching me *everywhere,* she said, shucking her shorts and
panties down, standing before him naked.  Her soft downy bush was damp, and
her pussy lips were swollen pink and evident.

   "Oh-hhh," Ed said, finally getting it as she reached for the button on
his shorts.  "But Chris -- I mean not that I don't want to -- but isn't it
kind of dangerous?"

   Chris shook her head.  "Not very," she said, as she pulled his shorts
and boxers down his legs and off.  "I'm at a relatively safe time of the
month right now, and besides, you won't be coming inside me.  But I fully
expect you to be coming near me," she said, smiling at him and straddling
him once again.

   She slid her pussy right up against his cock, and they both moaned with
the new, unexpected feeling.  "Oh God, Chris," Ed moaned.  "You're so wet,
so hot."

   Chrissy rotated her hips, pressing her clit against his shaft.  "Oh
Eddie, God you're so hard, feels so good."

   She humped against him faster, his hands gripping her ass to help her
along, his mouth once again fastened to her nipple.

   "Oh oh oh," they moaned together, Chrissy's pussy getting hotter and
wetter against Ed's cock.  Her juices coated his shaft, mixing with his own
pre-cum, causing them to slide even faster against each other.

   "Ohhhh Chrissy baby -- I'm gonna cum," Ed said, grabbing her ass
tighter. Christine felt her own orgasm building to a climax when suddenly
Ed pulled her even tighter against his cock, thrusting his hips off the
couch.

   "Agghhhhhhhhhh," Ed cried out as his dick spasmed in orgasm, shooting
thick ropes of cum onto Chrissy pubis and lower belly.  The extra
stimulation of his cock pulsing against her clit was enough to push Chrissy
over the edge, and she cried out Ed's name as her entire body stiffened in
climax, her pussy gushing onto Ed's dick.

   "Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod," was all Chrissy could say, collapsing against
Ed on the couch.

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   Once again, Ed Martin was nearing orgasm, this time by himself in a
North Carolina hotel room.

   "Oh Chrissy," he cried out, his right hand moving up and down faster and
faster on his cock.  "Unnghh ungghhhh ahhhh!" he exclaimed, his cock
pulsing and shooting his spunk all over his stomach and chest.

   Ed exhaled forcefully as the effects of his orgasm slowly wore off. 
*That was the hardest I've cum in a lonnngggggg time from whacking off,* he
realized.

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   The next morning, Ed was in the hotel's coffee shop -- a Starbucks, of
course -- reading the newspaper.

   "Good morning, handsome," came Chrissy's voice from behind.  Ed smiled
and swiveled in his chair to face her.  "Good morning yourself," he said,
again unable to stop himself from checking her out, head to toe.

   Today, she was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that hugged her legs
quite nicely.  Open-toed sandals showed off her purple toenails.  Above the
waist, she wore a lavender blouse with just enough of a scoop neck to show
off some cleavage, accented nicely by the gold chain resting above her
chest.

   "Sleep well?  You look great."

   Again, that blush crept up Chrissy's neck.  "Thanks, Ed.  It feels nice
to be able to wear regular clothes on a Friday morning, instead of the
plain white scrubs I wear to the rehab center every day."

   After grabbing a coffee and a pastry from the counter, Chrissy returned
and joined Ed at the table.  "So, Eddie, catch me up -- what's happened in
the 11 years and one month since I've seen you last?"

   "Well, you know about Stanford, of course.  Finished there, then started
working at a small software company.  Six months in, the dot-com bubble
goes boom, and I find myself out of a job.  So I headed back to school, at
UC-San Fran, borrowed money from the government, and started working on my
master's degree.  Not only did I get the master's degree, I met Donna there
too," he said, smiling.

   "Your wife, I assume," Chrissy said, smiling back.  "Six years you said,
right?"

   "Exactly.  We met in a little deli across the street from UCSF -- she
was getting her masters in education at the time -- started dating, and got
married in Vegas about four months later."

   "Wow!  That was quick," Chrissy said.

   "Yeah." Ed paused, sighing.  "Look, I can be honest with you, of all
people.  Donna was the first person that I dated -- I mean, more than one
or two dates -- after you.  She was the first person I let get close to my
heart the way -- well, the way you did," Ed finished, blushing.  "Hell,
maybe I shouldn't have said that."

   Chrissy smiled a little sadly and looked at him.  "It's not a problem,
Ed.  Not like you're going to offend me.  But why did it take you so many
years to feel comfortable with someone again?"

   "Ah, Chris, we probably shouldn't dig up this ancient history," Ed said,
shifting in his seat.  Chris said nothing, just kept looking at him with
those impossibly blue eyes, so he continued.  "You know what happened at
the end of my freshman year, when you were mad because I wasn't coming home
for the summer, and I was mad because you made it clear you had no
intention of EVER leaving Georgia, I was fed up with women, and hurt, and
scared, and whatever.  It took me a while to get over that.  Casual
relationships were easier."

   Chris nodded, again a little sadly.  "I think I know what you mean."

   "Do you?"

   "Mm hmm.  My first year at UGA, I was pretty much a hermit, as far as
guys were concerned.  I'd go out dancing with the girls, but be the one to
hold everyone's purses while they danced with guys, made out with guys,
went home with guys.  I had a social life -- football games, parties,
sorority stuff -- but no dating life."

   "By my sophomore year," she continued, "I had pretty much realized that
I needed to get over you, only I didn't know how to do that.  Really, I
don't think I made the best choice."

   "And what choice was that?" Ed asked, curious.  When Chris made no
answer, just picked at her cinnamon roll, Ed prompted her again.  "Chris?"

   "Oh, for lack of a better term, I -- well, I slept my way through half
of the dorm I was living in.  A new guy every week, pretty much.  OK,
that's an exaggeration, but not by a hell of a lot." She was talking fast,
the way she always did when nervous.

   Ed was just looking at her, an unreadable expression on your face.

   "Oh Eddie, you're hurt, aren't you?  What an idiot I was.  Here I spent
two years turning you away, then turn into the campus slut in Athens."

   Eddie shook his head.  "No, no.  Chris, don't call yourself that.  We
were different people -- time changed us, college changed us.  In high
school, I never thought saving sex for marriage was a bad idea, though
college claimed my virginity as well," he said, smiling.

   Chris grinned and winked at him.  "How was it?"

   He blushed, but grinned back.  "It was....worth the wait.  But it wasn't
nearly as exciting as that first time with you, even though we didn't
actually have sex."

   Chris nodded.  "I know what you mean."

   Ed and Christine made plans to meet again for breakfast the following
morning, and Ed headed to the lobby to catch the shuttle down to the
convention center.  Chrissy's first set of meetings didn't start for
another hour, so she headed back upstairs to her room, intending to watch
some daytime TV or something.

   Instead, ten minutes later she was naked and spread-eagled on the crisp
white sheets of her hotel bed, fingers buried in her soaking pussy as she
thought about that first time with Eddie.

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   July, 1990 Atlanta, Georgia

   Christine Edwards looked at her reflection excitedly.  The 15-year-old
was dressed only in a pink bra and matching panties.  Both the bra and
panties were trimmed in white see-through lace, so that the tops of her
nipples and the edge of her soft blonde pubic hair was visible.

   *Eddie is going to love this,* she thought, though she doubted he'd get
to see the panties.  Chrissy's parents were out of town for the weekend,
and Eddie was coming over with a pizza and some movies.

   Chrissy and Eddie had been going out for two months now, and this would
be the first time they really had a chance to be alone.  So far, the
furthest they had gone was to make out in the back seat of Eddie's car. 
One night last week, Chrissy was pretty sure Eddie had an orgasm inside his
jeans, from rubbing against her leg, but he didn't talk about it.

   Chrissy's parents had no idea she even had a boyfriend -- if they did,
they would have dragged her along to Memphis to visit the cousins.  And,
while she wasn't going to sleep with Eddie -- sex was for marriage only --
she was fully intending to let him get his eyes -- and his hands -- on this
bra tonight!!

   Later, Chrissy and Ed sat almost on top of each other on the big sofa in
her family room, pizza gone, the VCR whirring quietly as the last few
minutes of "Tango & Cash" playing on the TV screen.

   Not that either of them were watching TV.  Instead, they were making out
furiously, Chrissy's shirt flung haphazardly across the end table, Eddie's
shirt crumpled on the floor.  His hand was inside her bra, Eddie reveling
in his first contact with Chrissy's breast, Chrissy moaning into his mouth
from the contact.  Her hands were on his chest, idly working the sparse
hairs there.

   Eddie moved his hands to the clasp on Chrissy's bra -- *Thank God it's
in the front, he thought.* When she made no move to stop him, he unclasped
her bra, pushing the cups to the side and off her breasts.  He broke their
kiss for a moment to stare down at her chest, his jaw dropping.

   Chrissy's blush started at her chest and worked its way up to her face
as Eddie stared at her boobs, her tiny pink nipples hard as rocks.  When
Eddie moved his head down and started tentatively licking at her right
nipple, Chris thought she might pass out.

   "Yessss, Eddie," she hissed.

   Eddie smiled and kept moving his tongue around in circles around her
nipple, then switched to the other one, fastening his lips and suckling
gently.  His cock was so hard inside his jeans he thought the seams might
burst.

   Chrissy was clutching at the back of Eddie's head, her fingers running
through his hair as he continued nibbling and licking at her nips.  She
felt his hand start to slide dowm her flat belly, and giggled a little as
he tickled her.

   She stopped giggling when she felt him unsnap her shorts.

   "Eddie, no." She put her hand on his.  "I can't."

   Eddie looked up at her, breathing heavily.  "I know, Chris.  I'm not
going to do -- I'm not going to do THAT.  I just want to make you feel
good."

   "I don't know, Eddie..."

   "Please, Chrissy.  Just your shorts.  I'll leave your panties on if you
want."

   Chrissy looked at him, then nodded, biting her lower lip.  Eddie smiled
a huge grin at her as he unsnapped and unzipped her shorts.  Chrissy lifted
her ass up off the couch so he could slide the shorts off.

   Eddie stared at her skimpy underwear, his jaw dropping.  She looked so
much better than anything he had seen in Penthouse or on "Skin-a-max."

   Moving his head back to her chest, he slid his hand over the silky
material of her panties, surprised to find that they were slightly damp. 
He slid his hand lower, over her pubic mound, dipping between her thighs.

   "Oh!" she gasped.  "Slow, Eddie....please....so sensitive."

   He nodded, massaging her panties in slow circles, kissing on her chest
and neck.  It wasn't long before she was starting to hump back against his
hand, slightly, her hips coming up off the couch.  Eddie took this as a
sign to increase the pressure of his hand against her pussy, and she moaned
his name.

   Eddie pressed two fingers against her, as Chrissy humped his hand
furiously.  He could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy even through
her panties, and could feel a dampness spreading in his own undershorts.

   Chrissy's breath was coming in short punctuated gasps now.  "Oh
Eddie....oh so good....oh Eddie, kiss me!!"

   Eddie did as ordered, moving his mouth over her own, their tongues
dancing furiously.  Chrissy's hips were practically bouncing off the couch
now, as Eddie moved his hand faster and faster on her pussy, trying to keep
up the rhythm.

   It was when he moved his other hand to her chest, tweaking a nipple,
that he felt her stiffen, and she tore her mouth away from his.  "Oh
Eddie....Oh Eddie....ohgodohgodohgodohdohOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

   Her body stiffened and twitched, her hips thrusting violently against
his hand as she came, each aftershock of her orgasm causing her to cry out.
"Oh oh oh ohhhhhhh."

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   Christine caught her breath on the hotel bed as she came down from her
orgasm.  *Good thing they haven't made up the bed yet today,* she thought,
looking down at the wet spot between her thighs.

   Idly tracing her fingers through her pubic hair, she thought some more
about that first time with Eddie, about how she gave Ed his first hand job
later that night.  She'd been amazed at the amount of cum that he'd spewed
all over her hand and arm.  He had joked that he'd been saving it all for
her for 16 years.

   Still touching herself, she marvelled that her greatest sexual
experiences had been with this man -- this boy, really -- before she was
even having sex.  *Why couldn't I have met him in college, not high
school?* she wondered, not for the first time.

   Before she knew it, the reminiscing and the constant stimulation to her
pussy had stoked her desire again, and she started masturbating in earnest.


   Just before her second orgasm of the morning crashed over her, Christine
wondered something...

   *I wonder if I can see Eddie again tonight?*