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The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic
descriptions of various sex acts.  If you are not 18 years of age, or this
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Copyright 1999 Art aDeux@AOL.com  (Sasha)
Kristianna 19
Kristianna and the other Italian Boy
Part three of three

Rick and I continued to date over the next few months, even though he was
transferred out of Lincoln back to his old school.  Summer arrived quickly and
I got my license at the beginning of summer school, which I didn't need to
attend, but was bored enough to.  I would be a senior when fall semester
started and I wanted as easy a year as I could get.  

I'd done well in my classes, but my health, ever precarious, had started to
fail with increasing rapidity.  I suffered through near constant ear
infections, attacks of tonsillitis, and the ever present strep throat.  I
missed so much class the last half of my junior year that I'd been placed on
home study so that my work, ever perfect, would be accepted without
considering class attendance in the grading process.

Near the end of the summer, Rick went to Europe with his family and I geared
up for the tonsillectomy that should have been done when I was five.  He
called me from Milan to tell me how much he missed me but I was ill again and
literally couldn't talk.  He began to cry and tell me how sorry he was that he
had come on the trip and I felt so bad.  I handed the phone to my mother and
began to write quickly on a legal pad. 

"She says to tell you that you shouldn't be sorry for going on the trip that
you've been planning for such a long time and that you should just have a good
time.  She's going into surgery in a week and when you get back, she'll have
already had three weeks of tonsil free existence, running around without your
sorry ass. . ." my mom relayed to him.

"Tell him good-bye for me and that I love him," I mouthed to her.  She
dutifully repeated my message and nodding at something he said, hung up the
phone.

The next phone call was a bit of a shocker.  Nick R., who I had in my summer
film class wanted to know how I was and whether Mr. Brock, our spaced out
teacher had been delivering my assignments.  I squeaked that he had indeed but
that I was backlogged on the video watching.  

"Are you decent?" his masculine voice, faintly reminiscent of someone I
couldn't quite place, inquired.  

A faint whispered yes later, and he informed me that he'd be over in ten
minutes.  I put the phone down and went to the bathroom to check my
appearance.  The best word to describe it would be gaunt.  I'd lost nearly
twenty pounds over the last few months and weighed just under one hundred
pounds.  For my five foot seven inch frame, that was beyond skinny.  I covered
the circles under my eyes with make-up and managed to find a baggy T-shirt
that hid how thin I had become.  The doorbell rang and I shakily went to
answer it.

"Ti, how are you?" Nick asked as he juggled flowers, papers, videos, and
Haagen Daaz ice cream.

"Humored," I whispered with a smile as I caught some of the papers that fell.
"Come in."

We walked to the kitchen and he inquired where the blender was, I showed him
and he proceeded to make the hugest milkshake I'd ever seen.  My appetite had
been sketchy for such a long time, and since my throat was usually swollen,
eating had become more of a chore than an enjoyment.  He handed me the result
of his labor and put the rest in the freezer.

"For later," he explained as we went into the living room and sat down.  "I
know you can't talk much, so I'll do all the commentary and you can just sit
back and enjoy the movies.  Well, so much as anyone can enjoy 'A Clockwork
Orange'!"

I nodded in agreement and we sat back as the odd story took off.  Three movies
later, I was exhausted.  Nick put his arm around me and I quickly fell asleep
on his shoulder.  When I woke, it was dark and my mother was coming through
the door.  Nick introduced himself and explained that he'd come over to help
get through some of the coursework.  My mom smiled and invited him to dinner.
Nick declined and came back to the couch to tell me he had to go.

"I'll come over tomorrow though and maybe we can just do something fun, go lay
out by the pool or play some games," he said kissing me lightly on the cheek.
"You're not a bad date for a sickie!" he kidded.

"Thanks," I whispered wryly, "I'll look forward to it."

What I didn't count on was waking up around three in the morning unable to
breathe.  My throat had swollen to the point of mostly blocking my air
passage.  I panicked and went for my mother who practically drug me to the car
and drove the two miles to the hospital in thirty seconds I'm sure.  I passed
out at the ER desk and when I woke next, it was around eleven in the morning.

The antibiotic cocktail my doctors had been giving me in an attempt to keep me
well enough for surgery, had backfired sort of.  I'd developed an allergy to
penicillin.  The throat swelling deal had been an anaphylactic reaction.  More
drugs had counteracted it, but the tube down my airway was to stay in for the
remainder of the day at least, just to be safe.  My mother's red rimmed eyes
stared at me in sorrow and I squeezed her hand, trying to make her feel
better.  A nurse popped her head in and said that I had a visitor.  My mother,
expecting a family friend, said to let them in.

Nick stood in the doorway for a moment before covering the distance between
the door and my bed in three large strides.  He looked like he was going to
rush a pass play for a moment, his look was so serious.  I smiled around the
tube that was taped to my mouth and motioned for the legal pad.
	
	'What are you doing here?!' I wrote.

"I went by your condo and you weren't there, but Susie told me what happened
and where you were.  Are you okay?" he asked.

	'Just fine!' I quipped with a wiggle of my brows.

Careful to avoid the IV, he embraced my hand and said, "You sure know how to
get a guy's attention Ti.  Play upon his sympathy!"  He smiled and leaned
forward to kiss my forehead.  "I'd kiss your lips, but apparently their tied
up right now!"

The meddlesome nurse came back to inform us that visiting hours were over for
me.  Mom kissed me good-bye and I could see she was close to crying again.

Nick leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Get well quick, I can't afford to
pay a private nurse for your care when I take you out on a date."

I shook my head, thinking about Rick who was currently in the south of France
by now.  Nick laughed.  

"And I don't take 'no' for an answer!"

He escorted my mom out the door and I watched through the blinds as he
embraced my now sobbing mother, offering comfort and support.  They walked out
of my viewing and I once again slid into sleep.  I was released the next day,
breathing on my own, but a little sore.  The surgery had been moved up by two
weeks and I'd be back in the hospital in less than three days.  

Nick visited every day and arrived at the hospital around six in the morning
the day of my surgery to wish me good luck as they wheeled me down the
corridor.  He stayed with my mom and was there when I came back from recovery.
The anesthesia had made me nauseous and I begged him to leave before I was
really sick.  He acquiesced and kissed the top of my head as I wrestled a
losing battle with nausea. 

I was released a day later and when I arrived home, Nick was there with
flowers and ice cream.  I was still exhausted from blood loss and when my legs
began to buckle, he easily picked me up and carried me to the couch, holding
me in his arms as I regained my strength.

"I can't believe they let you out so soon!" he commented as he smoothed my
hair back from my face.

I just shook my head and leaned into his form, forgetting for the moment that
it was Rick that I'd wanted.  Nick was here.  He cared.  That was enough.

After the first two days, I rebounded quickly and was finally back in school
after a week.  My recovery wasn't complete enough to allow me back to my old
activities, including riding my bike to school.  But that didn't matter.
Every morning at eight, Nick arrived on my doorstep with some sort of single
bloom in hand and a smile on his face.

"Why are you always so damned happy in the morning?" I groused, "I hate the
morning, it's too loud."  I grimaced as I sat in the passenger seat and
riffled through my purse for my sunglasses.

"I'm happy because I've got a gorgeous girl in my car and I know that summer
school is just about finished," he replied.

"Mmm hmm," I said as I looked in my purse for my lipstick.  "I bet you say
that to all the girls."

"Only the ones I hope to get a date with," Nick replied with a smile.

"Nicky, how many girls you got dangling on some string right now?  What makes
you think I want to be another one of your groupies?"

"If I wanted a groupie," he said as he started the car, "I'd have definitely
gone with someone other than you.  Now, are you going to come to dinner with
me tonight or not?"

"Where we going?" I hedged.

"Rubio's, waterfront seating with sunset in full view.  And, if I tip the
waiter enough, a bottle of your favorite chardonnay."

"Last time I checked the drinking age was still twenty-one."

"It's Rubio's, Ti.  They can do whatever they want.  Besides, how many teens
you know go off to the best restaurant in town to get drunk?"

"Good point."

"So?  Is it a date?  Tell me now, because I already made reservations and my
dad said that if wasn't going to go, he'd take mom out for a night on the
town."

"You already made reservations?  You had to do that like a month in advance!"
I stammered.

"Only about two weeks or so.  I did it when you got out of the hospital.  I
figured you'd be well enough to at least eat some pasta."

"You are a devious snake," I said as we pulled into the school parking lot.

"Yes, but is it a date?" Nick asked as he opened my door.

"Fine."

"Fine?  Is that a yes?  I'll take that as a yes," he said as he grabbed me in
a bear hug and swung me around.

"Put me down you oaf, you're making me dizzy!" I complained.

Nick put me back on the ground but kept his arms around me.  I knew what was
coming and a huge part of me wanted it to happen.  Rick was in Europe and
Nicky was here.  He'd been there with me through some scary times, even took
care of me.  When his lips lowered to mine, I didn't resist.  His mouth was
still flavored with toothpaste, but his tongue was warm and soft.  The
insistent sensuality I'd remembered from the party some months back was still
there, muted a little by the morning light and sobriety.  We stood there
kissing until the final bell rang.

"We should go," I said as he continued to hold me.

"Mmm," he said, inhaling the fragrance of my hair.

He pulled away from our embrace but kept hold of my hand as I kicked the car
door shut.  We walked to the only class of the day for us, Mr. Brock's film
lit. class.  Nick opened the door and we stepped in.  It wasn't until the
tittering started that I noticed we were still holding hands.  I quickly
pulled away but it was too late.

"So, Ms. Kris and Mr. Nick are sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.  Do you think
you might manage to do that on your own time though, instead of holding up the
class?"  Mr. Brock inquired.

"Yes sir," I stammered, embarrassed beyond reason.

"Oh, and Tianna, what took you so long?"  my teacher asked with a grin.  The
class erupted in laughter.  "Nick's been working towards this for weeks now,
come on, this is high school, not college where all the women go for their MRS
degrees.  Dating here is not a life decision."  

The class laughed again and some of the female students threw wadded up
notebook paper at Mr. Brock in response to his chauvinistic comment.  Nick and
I headed for the coffee and donuts at the back of the room before taking our
seats.  We munched out while sitting and chatting about everything and nothing
with the rest of the class.  Someone should figure out that the last day of
school is pretty much a bullshit day and cancel it.  But, we all had a good
time.  Our friends kidded us about finally getting together and we mugged for
the yearbook camera, kissing like fish.  (That's the only yearbook I ever kept
by the way, that one picture made it in there.  Nicky wrote a novel beside
it.)

Dinner was a wonderful affair.  I had my favorite veal marsala and instead of
chardonnay, we had a bottle of merlot.  By the time we had eaten our fill,
danced our fill, and talked until we were both nearly exhausted, the
restaurant was closing.  The weather was warm and we sat out against his
Mercedes (an aging model that had been passed down from his mother to various
siblings until it got to him).  Nick sat up on the hood and I leaned into him
between his legs as the last car filled with busboys pulled from the lot,
leaving us alone in the moonlight.

I’d thought about it.  I was suddenly in love with two guys.  Rick was due
back from Europe within the week but I wanted to be with Nicky just for
tonight.  I stood up and reached for the zipper on his slacks.

“Oh god, what are you doing?” Nick asked as I wrestled with his tucked shirt,
finally pulling it out and exposing his cock, oulined sharply in his underwear
by the silvery light.

I didn’t answer but tugged at his underwear, finally pulling them down and
quickly engulfing his meat in my mouth.  The sensation was odd and I stopped
sucking to look at his dick.  Seven inches.  Uncircumcised.  I pushed him back
a little onto the hood and he leaned on his arms, allowing me to slide his
chonies down to his knees along with his slacks.  

I gripped his cock and stroked, watching in amazement as the foreskin pulled
back to reveal the slick cherry colored head of his prick.  Leaning forward, I
tongued the now exposed head and Nick moaned loudly.  Looking up, I saw that
his head had fallen back and I returned to my activity with gusto, sucking and
stroking him while playing lightly with his balls.  He wasn’t nearly as thick
as his cousin, but he did have the same flare at the last inch or two that
Rick had.  I slid his cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

“Kristianna,” Nick said, his voice thick with lust, “You’re going to make me
come.”

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled around his now twiching dick, concentrating on swirling
my tongue around the piss hole on the way up and sucking hard on the way down
the sensitive shaft.

A car pulled into the lot, flashing it’s lights on us for a moment and Nick
said “Stop.”  I shook my head as I watched out of the corner of my eye as one
of the busboys dashed to the door and began securing it with a chain and
padlock.

“Ti, please!  Oh god, I can’t stop, it’s too good!  Ahh, suck it Ti, suck me
off!” Nick said loudly in his lust.

The head of his cock expanded as I teased the slit and jacked his now slick
member.  Nick grunted once and exploded, filling my mouth with thick, garlic
flavored jism in huge streams that overflowed my mouth.  For the first time in
my life, I experienced an orgasm without any direct stimulation.  My panties
flooded and I frantically tried to swallow as much of his come as I could.
When I looked up at him he smiled and rubbed the stray strands of his come
across my lips as the busboys honked and flashed their lights, yelling ‘way to
go Nicky!’ as they exited the parking lot.

“You are too fucking much,” Nick said as he pulled me off his crotch and
kissed my mouth, driving his tongue deep into the cavity and tasting the
remainder of his spunk.  “This isn’t how I wanted our first time to be, but I
can’t wait,” he said as he stripped his suit coat off and spread it over the
hood of the car.  

I pulled my dress up and slid my panties down, remembering Ryan just briefly
as I stuffed the pink lace into Nick’s shirt pocket.  All thoughts of anyone
else were quickly driven from my sex hazed brain as Nick lifted me onto the
Mercedes and, spreading my legs, slowly penetrated my sopping pussy.  I’d been
celebate since Rick had left and too sick for most of the time to even bother
with masturbation, so I was totally primed.  As he sunk deep into my throbbing
cunt, I exploded around his prick.

“Fuck!” I yelled as he began to pump in and out of me.

He continued to push me over each succeeding edge to orgasm after orgasm until
I was literally whimpering incoherently.  He covered my face with kisses as he
thrust to the hilt and ground into me, rubbing his pubic hair over my
sensitive clit, making me scream his name repeatedly as I shattered with the
force of yet another orgasm.  

“I love you Ti,” Nick said as his buttocks tensed and then pumped streams of
come deep into my pussy. 

“Don’t say that!” I gasped as his cock pumped hard again, setting off another
tremor of pleasure through my body.

“Why not?” He asked, finally drawing back and looking me in the face.

I turned my head in shame.  “I’m seeing someone else,” I said miserably.

“So?”

“I’m in love with someone other than you Nicky,” I mumbled.

He drew me up, his cock still lodged within me and, taking a hand forced me to
look him in the face.  “I don’t care,” Nick said with finality.  “You might be
in love with him, I can’t argue that, but I can argue that you *are* in love
with me, and I’m not about to let that go.”

“Nick, that’s not fair!” I protested.

“You’re right, it’s probably not fair that I’m in the running for your
affections now, but fair is what you make it.  Does he go to Lincoln?”

I shook my head, unwilling to reveal that it was his cousin.

“Then it has no bearing on our relationship,” he said, pulling me off the car
and setting me down on wobbly legs.


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