Christie’s tale or The third leg of the triangle pt.2

When we last left Christie, she had just had sex with Chris for the first time.




She awoke the next morning to her phone buzzing, feeling relaxed and refreshed, and a little sore between her legs.
Oh my God. Was that for real?
Her eyes drifted around her room and settled on the picture of the two of them taken when Chris was an infant.
My, you’ve certainly grown.
The insistent buzzing of her phone drew her attention.
What is so important on a Sunday morning???
6 missed calls, and a dozen text messages.
Jennifer, one of the varsity cheerleaders was on the line.
“Hello?”
“We’ve been trying to reach you all morning, where have you been????”
“Um, asleep. What’s going on?”
“Oh. My. God. Things blew up after you left last night. I wish you could have seen it.”
“Why, what happened?”
“Lisa flipped out on Mike. Came storming out of the bedroom after they were done and started screaming about how small is dick is, and what a lousy fuck he was.”
“What?!?!?!?!!” Christie sat up, wide awake now. “When????”
“Not long after you left. Girl, you should have seen it, she was right in his face, holding her fingers like an inch apart, and screaming. ‘This is you!!!! This is your dick!!!!!’”
Christie covered her mouth to keep from laughing.
“No way!!!!”
“Oh yeah. It was awesome!!! That sonofabitch got humiliated in front of everyone. But then it got even better.”
“Why, what happened?”
“So Mike is just getting pissed, right? So he hauls off and slaps her!”
“No way!!!”
“Oh yeah. So now she’s screaming at him about how she’s going to file assault charges, and he’s going to jail, and everyone’s going to know that he’s a woman beater.”
“So what happened next?”
“Mike got hauled out of there by his friends, but it is blowing up on MySpace right now.”
“God, I can’t believe I spent so long with that jerk.”
“I know, right? So anyways, how do you feel today?”
Christie smiled. “I feel great.”
“Really? After last night and how much you drank?’
Christie caught herself. What could she say? ‘I fucked my nerdy next door neighbor and he has a massive dick.’???
“Well, hearing what happened to Mike and all.”
“Yeah, that put a smile on my face, too. Alright girl, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After Christie hung up, she couldn’t stop grinning.
The asshole got his, and she got hers. Sweet justice.

The drama between Mike and Lisa kept swirling for a while, and to Christie’s pleasant surprise, she became even more popular as a result.
The football players gave her props because she hadn’t flipped out like Lisa had, and also because she had put up with Mike, who had seriously damaged his rep by hitting Lisa.
Several popular upperclassmen had asked her out, but rather than go out on one-on-one dates, she elected to hang out with them in groups, or in casual settings, it seemed safer to her, more comfortable.

She finally did go out on one date, with another senior who was really cute.
She hoped that it would be a different experience than her previous dates, and it was, until the end.
He was much more mature and sophisticated than the guys her age that she had gone out with, easily making her laugh and able to engage her in conversation. However, when they got into his car after dinner, he leaned over to kiss her.
That in itself wasn’t so bad, he was a really good kisser, and Christie responded, but then he grabbed her breast and squeezed it, causing her to pull back.
“I’m sorry, I’m just not comfortable with that.” She stammered.
He stared at her incredulously. “Come on, after you’ve been fucking Mike? What’s your problem??”
Christie stared at him in astonishment. What kind of a girl did he think she was???
She looked down, embarrassed, and her eye caught something on the seat between them.
A condom.
He had a condom with him. It must have fallen out of his pocket when he leaned over to kiss her.
She snatched it up angrily and waved it in his face.
“What is this???!?!?!?? What did you think was going to happen tonight?!?!? You bring this on our first date?!?!? What kind of a girl do you think I am?!?!?”
He flushed, and muttered to himself.
“Take me home, now!!!”
He sped off, tight lipped the whole way, saying nothing.
He dropped her off at her house and peeled away, leaving Christie fuming on the sidewalk.
Of all the nerve…..
As she came in the front door, her mother spotted her.
“Christie? You’re home early, is everything okay?”
The look on Christie’s face brought her up short.
“Oh. I’m sorry. What happened?”
Christie sighed. “Mom, what’s wrong with guys? Why do they only want one thing?”
Her mother hugged her tight. “That’s the way they are at this age, sweetie. Then they get to your father’s age, where all they care about is watching the game, no matter how much you tempt them.”
Christie squirmed in her mother’s grasp. “Ewwwww, mmmoooommmmmm. I don’t want to hear about you and daddy.”
Her mother laughed and kissed her on the forehead.
“Go have a nice long bath, that will make you feel better.”
As she sat in the tub, Christie sighed heavily.
God, he was so cute. Why did he have to be such an asshole?
Was this what her love life was reduced to? Fighting off guys who thought that she would put out for them because she had slept with Mike?

As she lay in bed that night, she thought that she might as well wear a red “A” on her clothes, like that lady in the Scarlet Letter that they’d had to read in English class.
She sat up in bed and glanced at the clock.
Midnight. She was too wound up, too many things going through her mind to sleep.
She walked to her window and gazed outside.
Admittedly, it wasn’t much of a view, just the privacy hedge.
With Chris’s room on the other side…
She had gotten a really good night’s sleep the last time she had visited him. And he would probably be able to take care of her stress.
Plus, she could trust him.
She remembered that she still had the condom that she had discovered on her date. She grabbed it and crawled out her window.
There was a gap in the hedge that Chris had discovered long ago.
She snuck through it and peered at the window. Even though the curtains were closed, she could make out the glow of his computer screen from inside.
Good, he was still awake. She tapped on the window.
Chris opened it and peered outside.
“Hey baby! Can I come in?”
He licked his lips nervously, and opened the window for her, holding his hand out to help her climb through.
How sweet.
He stood there nervously, looking her up and down, not sure of what to say.
Christie smiled and took him by the hand and led him to his bed before directing him to lay back and take off his pants.
Even soft, his dick was still impressive.
God, it’s so thick…. She thought to herself as she whipped off her t-shirt, exposing her breasts.
She bent down to strip off her shorts, and when she stood back up, she had to suppress a laugh.
Chris had managed to achieve a full erection in just the time it had taken her to get naked.
She tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled it on him while playing with herself.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, pressing her finger to her lips, reminding him to be quiet.
She placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered herself, letting out a satisfied groan.
After she got about a third of the way down, she had to stop and catch her breath. This had been easier when she had been drinking.
Jesus, this thing is a monster. She twisted her hips back and forth a few times, and then continued her descent.
She reached down and grabbed his hands, placing them on her breasts.
“Remember baby, be gentle, okay? Just like last time.”
He nodded and begun to caress her breasts, lightly tracing her nipples with his fingers.
Christie sighed and placed her hands on his chest to balance herself. It was like touching a toast rack.
Jesus, does he even eat? How can he be so skinny and have such a big dick?
She took her hands off of him and placed them on her knees instead.
While she worked her way up and down, she was able to gradually get all of him inside her.
God, I still can’t believe the size of him.
With her clit resting on Chris’s body, she began to move her hips in circles, grinding on it.
Oh yeah, that’s the spot. She thought.
She kept up her rotating motion while bouncing up and down a few times every now and again, just to feel him push in and out of her.
Chris was still caressing her breasts, and she took his hands and placed them on her inner thighs.
“Now here, baby.” She whispered. Chris dutifully massaged the inside of her thighs, bringing a smile to her face with his gentle touch.
God, yes. Why can’t all guys be like this?
Before long, Christie could hear Chris’s breathing start to get short and erratic, and his dick twitched inside her a couple of times.
“Christie…” he whispered urgently.
“I can feel it baby, hold off for a little bit.”
She ground down hard on him, and placed her fingers on her clit, rubbing it desperately.
As she began to feel the heat of her orgasm spread from her pussy, Chris gasped and his dick jerked inside of her.
She held still and let him go, while she came on top of him, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his massive dick.
She smiled down at him and rolled off of him.
“You need to flush the rubber down the toilet, okay? And the wrapper, don’t leave it in the trash where it can be found.”
Chris nodded obediently while she pulled her clothes back on and headed towards his window.
“Don’t tell anybody…”
She slept great that night.

After that weekend, Christie quietly resolved not to go on any more dates for the rest of the year. She would just hang out with people, and would sneak into Chris’s room whenever she wanted sex.
Yeah, the older guys were cute, but her experiences so far had scared her off of dating them. So she’d hang out with them, enjoy looking at them, and then fuck Chris while she closed her eyes and fantasized about them.

She was able to explore her sexuality with Chris in a way that she hadn’t been able to with Mike. She had read about oral sex, but Mike had never gone down on her, so she never got to experience it. But now, she was able to find out what worked for her.
The first time, she lay back on Chris’s bed after stripping off her shorts, and spread her legs wide.
Chris had began to pull down his shorts, but she stopped him.
“Not yet baby. First I want you to go down on me.”
He blankly stared at her for a moment before she figured out what was wrong.
“Come eat me out. Use your tongue on my pussy.”
Comprehension dawned on Chris, and he crawled onto the bed, and placed his head between her legs.
“Is this right?” He asked her as he licked her outer lips.
She stifled a laugh and pushed his head away.
“No baby, not like that. You have to build up to it, not dive right in.”
Chris looked sheepish. “I’m sorry.” He said, and begun to back away.
She quickly grabbed the back of his head, halting his retreat, and reassuring him.
“No, it’s okay baby, just go slow. Start kissing around it, on my thighs, and above it, right here.” She pointed to her pubis. “You need to tease me, and then when I can’t take it anymore, you start on my pussy.”
“How will I know when that is?”
She smiled down at him. “Trust me baby, I’ll let you know.”
Chris obediently resumed his task, and Christie lay back to enjoy herself.
It took some time, but eventually they both figured out what pleased her.

By the middle of summer, she had Chris trained. He knew how to caress her breasts, how to go down on her, and how to rub her clit while she rode him.
She would spend her evenings hanging out with her friends, and then making a detour into his bedroom before going home for the night.
It was getting to the point that she was starting to find reasons to leave her friends earlier and earlier to go see Chris.
Unfortunately, the lengthening summer days meant that she had to wait longer and longer for it to get dark enough for her to sneak into his room unobserved.
Thank God he was always at home and his parents went to bed early.
Chris had tried to kiss her, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it, not in a romantic way, they weren’t dating or anything, this was just a release for her.
She felt vaguely guilty about using him this way, but convinced herself that she was doing him a favor. After all, he wouldn’t have to go out begging for sex from some girl, he was getting plenty from her.

As the first day of school approached, Christie looked forward to a brand new beginning.
The Seniors who had made her life so difficult the previous year were now gone, she was on good terms with the popular group in this years Senior class and she was ready to put last year behind her.
As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw Chris getting off the bus.
She paused and studied him. His lanky frame, his floppy hair, his hurried and awkward gait. And what was his mom thinking, letting him leave the house dressed like that?
Everything about him screamed “kick me”.
She eyed the other kids gathering into their distinct groupings.
The jocks were pretty obvious, trying to swell their chests and holding their arms out to the side, as if their imaginary back muscles made it impossible to let them hang straight down.
The preppy kids, who did debate club and student government, wearing their polo shirts.
The band nerds were able to congregate together in their shared status.
Already, she could see Chris was going to have problems here.
As she headed into the building, she began looking around.
She quickly spotted Aaron. Shit, how could you miss him? At 6’6 and over 300 pounds, he filled up the hallway.
“Hey, Aaron!”
He turned towards her and smiled. Anyone would smile at Christie.
“Hey, pretty lady. How are you doing?”
“Awesome! I need to ask you a favor.”
“Name it.”
She turned and scanned the crowd searching for Chris.
Now where did he wander off to?
She searched the edges of the throng, feeling pretty certain that’s where he’d be.
Yup, there he is.
“See that kid walking along the wall?”
“Which one? There’s a million of them.”
“The skinny one, dressed kind of funny, keeps looking at the ground.”
“Oh yeah, what about him? Did he fuck with you? Want me to beat him up?”
“NO! He didn’t do anything to me!! But I do want you to take care of him.”
Aaron ran an appraising eye over him, then looked down at Christie.
“Why?”
“Because, he’s my neighbor. I want you and the guys to promise to look out for him.”
Aaron shook his head.
“Christie… I don’t adopt strays.”
“Aaron, pleeeeaaaassssseeeee????”
He sighed. “Okay.”
“Thanks, you’re the best!! He’s pretty shy, so you may have to be insistent at first, but once you get to know him, he’s pretty cool. He likes video games and is good with computers!”
Aaron stared at her, incredulous.
“What are you, his dating service? Why am I doing this??”
“Because you love me, and you’re the best! Thanks, bye!!”
And she scampered off to class while Aaron sighed.
That should keep him safe she thought.

That night she snuck into Chris’s room for some fun, and he told her that some football players had taken him under their wing that day, and she smiled to herself.
The next day, she saw Aaron in the hallway.
“Thanks Aaron, I appreciate it.”
“No problem. He fixed Justin’s laptop, and told me the cheat codes for Halo. He’s alright.”
“Good. He doesn’t really fit in anywhere, so it’s easy for him to get picked on.”
Aaron waved a massive hand dismissively. “We got his back. Anyone fucks with him, we’ll straighten them out.”
Christie gave him a quick hug and was on her way.
“You’re the best, thanks!”

The year progressed, and things were much better for Christie. Even though she wasn’t a senior, she still ranked pretty high in the school hierarchy.
Aaron and the rest of the core varsity players had taken Chris under their wing, and Christie was glad to see him starting to come out of his shell a bit. She would even see him at football games, cheering.
Despite the fact that she had many would-be suitors, she adhered to her no dating policy. She just couldn’t trust guys, except for Chris. She would get a little tingle between her legs when she saw him, knowing that at any time she wanted to, she could sneak into his room and he would satisfy her without having to put up with any bullshit or drama that guys always seemed to cause.

Things were going just fine until Aaron fixed Chris up on a date. To her dismay, Chris was going out with a Freshman cheerleader named Hailey. Christie didn’t really know her, but what she saw of her in cheerleading didn’t make a very good impression. She was cute, sure, but she was also a total ditz and stereotypical cheerleader, only interested in jocks, not suitable for Chris at all.
To Christie’s surprise, she felt a slight twinge of jealousy when she saw that Chris was trying to spruce himself up for the occasion with a stylish new haircut, and some decent clothes.
Why wasn’t he doing that for me?!?!?!? She wondered.
As Christie lay in bed that night, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
What if Chris decided he wanted to date Hailey?
What if he stopped letting Christie have sex with him?
What if Chris told Hailey about what they had been doing and Hailey told everybody else????
Oh God, she’d be the laughingstock of the school, all of her friends would know that she’d been fucking a nerd, no one would ever talk to her again!!!
Christie sat bolt upright and flung the covers off herself. Her feet hit the floor and she began pacing up and down in her room.
Suddenly she realized that she was worried about nothing.
No way will Hailey date Chris, he’s not her type. Even with the new haircut and clothes, he‘s still a nerd underneath it all. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m overreacting.
Christie climbed back into bed, and as she drifted off to sleep, she could feel a slight twinge of guilt. She was willing to fuck Chris, but not date him.
Her baby …
He deserves better … Was Christie’s last conscious thought.

The next day at cheerleading practice, Christie overheard Hailey chatting with her friends about how she had broken off her date with Chris.
As the girls laughed about his unsuitability for Hailey, Christie was silently seething.
You little bitch, you have no idea what you’re talking about. He’s not good enough for you?!?!? Hardly. You aren’t good enough for him!
Christie fumed the rest of practice, and at the end decided to do something about it. She waited until Hailey was leaving, and then asked to speak to her privately.
She drove them to Starbucks and began trying to persuade Hailey as to why she should go out with Chris.
Hailey was hesitant, and began voicing all the standard objections.
As she ran through her excuses, Christie brushed them aside, pointing out to her the silliness of the high school social hierarchy, aware the entire time that she was totally in its’ grasp.
To her surprise, she actually began to feel a little bit sorry for Hailey.
The poor girl had gone though a similar dating gauntlet as Christie had, and was just as fed up with it as Christie had been.
As Hailey complained about the boys, Christie looked across the table in sympathy.