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Subject: {ASSM} Once and Future Lovers (1/?)  [mf teen, first, rom, mast, slow]
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Once and Future Lovers, Part 1
(mf teen, first, rom, mast, slow) 
By Paul Story, PaulStory77@nospamforme.aol.com 
FINAL VERSION, 11/Aug/2003 19:37
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Megan/wwwfan

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.

----- 

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?*

------
(c) 2003 Paul Story
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Megan/wwwfan
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