Chris and Christie

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….”
“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 …. 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….?”
“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 ….
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…..”
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…. 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…. 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.