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Christy Part 3
I got a lot of mail after I posted Part II.
Again most of it is praising, and a lot of requests
for reposts, and mailings.
I will re-post all the parts when the series is complete
or if it continues into a large number of parts.
I have to admit that I have a problem with describing the
whole sex act.
Though having some experience, watching countless
adult movies as a youth, and spending some time here
in the a.s.s. newsgroup, I find that I lack the true
descriptive art to give the act justice.
A friend suggested that I am afraid of using the crudity
that the medium demands. I just think that its
lack of experience with putting the subject down in
words. I'll get better!
Anyway, keep the comments, or what have you, coming, I'll
start trying to respond to them (which I haven't done up
till now). If anyone has some inspiration - stories,
descriptions, pics, etc. - pass it along!!
I'll include my PUBKEY at the end of the post.
The Groovy Guru
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DISCLAIMER
Like the movies -
Any similarity to persons - living or dead - places, or situations, is
purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction, and I in no way condone or promote the actions
which are portrayed in my story. Again, this is FICTION - ie. not
biographical or autobiographical.
This is intended for adult viewing. Anyone under 18 should not
continue reading this.
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Christy
by
The Groovy Guru
(Part III)
"Christy," I nudged the sleeping form of my new lover.
"Umnh?"
I could only smile as the small body slowly turned under the covers.
I had let her sleep on after she fallen asleep. She was so young and I
could remember how strong some of my first orgasms had been.
"Princess, it's 12 o'clock. You really should get back home, your
parents are going to give you hell as it is, you don't want them to figure
out where you've been."
Christy slowly and lazily stretched and finally opened her eyes,
the twinkle coming back into them.
"Wow, I didn't know that an orgasm could make you feel so sore. I
don't want to get out of your bed. I had wonderful dreams as I slept,
about you... us. It was feeling you next to me."
"I know honey, but you got to go. I'm not used to having to send my
bedmates home to her parents anymore, this is hard on me to." I had been
looking at Christy's slowly emerging naked body come from under the sheets
and this was starting to reawaken my erection. "Ahem... No pun intended."
I had turned the heat down and opened a window as Christy slept, and
now getting up from her sleep her nipples hardened in the brisk air of the
bedroom. She quickly moved to get the shreds of her panties, her bra,
stockings, and blouse from the floor, her skirt still downstairs. Running
back to the bed to press her back into the warmth of my chest as she began
to put her clothes on.
I stroked the small of her back as she pulled on the stockings.
"Don't, or I won't be able to leave," she said, though she moaned
in disappointment as my hand left her flesh.
"I really don't know why you're making me leave. Even if Mom found
out where I was, she wouldn't care. She loves you too, but as a friend...
or maybe son." Christy gave me a sidelong glance as she said son, I wasn't
going to go there. Youth is nothing if not impetuous.
Sighing, she grabbed her panties, "I guess these aren't going to do
much good anymore, I'll throw them out." She giggled and looked me in
the face, "Unless you want them?"
I could only laugh, but I did take them from her, getting a hint of
her scent wafting up to my nose from the still slightly damp material.
"Richard, call me tomorrow? It's Saturday so I don't have school,
ok?" Again the insecurity. I decided that I was going to have to help
help her get over that once and for all.
"Princess, you'd better call me, I don't know how I'd react if
your Mom or Dad answered the phone. What we did earlier would not be
looked at very kindly by most people, and though I don't regret it, I
am feeling a little guilty." I took her hand from the buttons of her
blouse to hold it tight.
"You're really not going to believe that Mom doesn't look at what
we did as being wrong until I get her to tell you herself, are you? Look,
I love my mother with all my heart, and I know that she loves me more. She
would probably kill a 13 year old boy who raped me, or took me when I
didn't want it, but she knows how I feel about you so your age don't
matter, and she has a lot of trust in my maturity and judgement, more than
other mothers have for their daughters, even 19 year olds."
I almost believed her, she had conviction in her voice.
"I'm going to get Mom to invite you over to supper tomorrow night,
then you and her can have a long talk."
Christy removed her hands from my grasp and finished redoing her
blouse.
I simply didn't know what to say. I knew that if Christy told her
mother what happened I was a dead man, but I also knew that I was in
an emotional knot with this girl, and it was getting tighter. I was
beginning to believe that I would do anything for her. All the repressed
feelings and desires that had lain dormant for God knows how long were
playing havoc with my ability to reason.
"Christy," I tried again, "promise me that you won't tell you Mom
what happened between us. Let it be just our secret, please." I felt
like slime, using the same sweet words I could imagine pedophiliacs
and statutory rapists use to placate their conquest. It made me feel
slightly dirty, and made me feel even worse to associate these thoughts
with Christy. I did love her.
Christy looked at me for a long moment, her brows creased in thought
and her teeth gnawing on her lower lip. "No... I haven't kept anything from
my Mom yet, and I'm not going to stop because of this."
She hopped from the bed, her mind made up and the world a bright
cheerful place. What a graduation gift I'm going to get, incarcerated for
statutory rape or worse. I heard that a guy who is put in for pedo doesn't
have a long life expectancy.
I still hadn't dressed. Christy looked me over, critically, and then
finally smiled at her handy work. She leaned over the bed and kissed me,
deep, long and hard, rubbing a free hand along my thigh putting the starch
back in my cock.
She got up from the bed, glimpses of her bare pussy winking from
beneath the tails of her blouse. "Richard," she said looking back at me on
the bed and moving towards the door to leave, "don't worry, things are going
to work out. You're mine and I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
Remember that, it's a promise!"
Then she was gone. The smell of her filled the room, from the sheets,
from my body, from her panties still being lightly gripped by my
hand.
I sighed.
Well, there goes a successful career down the drain.
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"Mom!" Christy called as she flew through the front door of her house.
"In here, darling," her mother replied, her voice coming from the
kitchen.
Tossing her shoes into the coat closet, Christy raced up to her
bedroom, grabbed a fresh pair of panties from her drawer, and quickly
slipped into them, pressing them into place with her hands and putting
a little pressure to her pussy. Giving a giggle she walked with a little
more decorum down the stairs to the kitchen.
Christy's mother, June, looked up from her magazine and cup of coffee
into the glowing face of her daughter. She was definitely pissed at the
girl for being so late, but that glow almost stopped her. Almost...
"Well, what's the story? Why are you walking in to this house at
midnight? You know that your father and I expect you home by 10 on a
Friday night. Am I to assume by that silly grin on your face that you
had a good time with Tommy Drexler."
Christy wasn't surprised by the anger she heard in her mothers voice
about the time, her curfew was a lot earlier than when she entered the
house, but she was caught off guard by the assumption that she had been
with Tommy, she had forgotten all about him.
June couldn't help but smile. She could remember what it was like to be
a young girl, the lateness was inexcusable, but that could be dealt
with later. "Come on Christy, tell me all about your date."
Christy smiled. Of course... her mother could have no idea that she had
succeeded in getting Richard.
"Mom, I left Tommy at about seven o'clock," she sighed mysteriously,
and a small smile crept onto her face.
Blinking at this revelation, June couldn't even begin to imagine the
implications, "So, where were you, over at Mandy's or Charlene's? You
could have called at least to let me know where you were and that you were
all right." She stood and brought her cup over to the sink, running cold
water into the remaining drops of coffee and dumping it down the drain.
"No, I wasn't at any of their places. Mom, you'd better sit down."
June turned to look at her daughter, when someone told you to sit down
it meant bad news, but here was Christy sitting back in her chair with that
glow and small smile. She walked back to the table at took her seat.
"Ok. What's the big secret?" She asked.
"I was at Richard's"
"Richard who?"
Christy just kept that smile to her lips, but arched an eyebrow.
"Richard? Richard. Next-door-Richard!?!?"
Now the implications were getting through. Christy nodded.
"Oh, wow. My God Christy, he's 24 years old."
"25"
"What?" June was stunned, and didn't quite understand what Christy
meant.
"Richard is 25 years old." Christy sighed and sat up straight in her
chair. "Mom, I wanted him, and now he's mine. I don't really know if
he had much choice in the matter, but he's freaked about how you'll react
when you find out. We never actually made love, but we will, soon. I know
I left him in a bad way, and I'm confident enough to know he's hooked.
I've been laying the foundation for this night for a long time, and I
brought it all out tonight."
June just sat there, her daughter, it had seemed, had become a very
strong and independent woman - her 13 years were a lie.
"Christy, I know that we joked and I told you that you could have him
if you could get him, but that was all it was - a joke. You can't mean
for this to go on?"
"Yes, Mom, I do. I love Richard, and I want to be with him. You
said that you and Aunt Sarah were the same way, you both knew the minute
you saw Daddy and Uncle Mike that they were the ones, and you were only
15. So, I'm younger by two years."
June knew that Christy was right, she had told her the story a
hundred times, and her mother had told her a similar story about when she
was a young girl. She had just turned 15 when she was struck, and that
was the best way to describe the sensation - struck. It was some weird
anomaly that seemed to be inherited in the female side of the family.
June had just walked out of the girls locker room after gym class and
had seen Terry, a third-year college student back to visit his old school,
leaning against her locker talking to Mr. Harding, the shop teacher. She
knew then and there that he was the one for her, and after a year of
manipulations, espionage and bribery she got him. They were married the
year she graduated. Sarah, her sister, had much the same story - only
Mike was just a year older than her and she was 17.
Christy watched the play of confusion on her mothers face, and
waited for it to work itself out.
After a few minutes June sighed, "I guess I just never believed
that it would happen when you were only 13. When I found your father I
pretty much disappeared from our house, we were together all the time. I
figured that we'd have a few more years together at least."
Christy smiled, her mother had accepted it as expected, "Mom, it
never happened when I was 13, it happened when I was 9. It's only now
that I could get Richard, and I was taking a risk as it was, he might
not have wanted a girl as young as me. But I saw an opening and I took
advantage of it. And as for me not being around here, well... you're
probably right there, but Richard just lives next door, and he's going
to get work in the area so he won't be moving."
June stood up from the table and looked down at her daughter, her
little girl, "Well, I get at least one more night with my baby, so how
about you and me go get ready for sleep and we curl up in your bed and
you can try to explain to me what is so special about this Richard."
Letting out a laugh of conspiracy and relief, Christy stood as well,
and taking her mother's arm went up the stairs to her room to talk of
the many things that they now and would soon have in common.
*******************************************
I, meanwhile, wasn't having so good a time. Dreams of jail
and burly roommates called "Alice" kept interrupting my sleep. By the
time 11 o'clock came around I was relieved to get out of the bed,
though I ached with exhaustion. I figured that a hot shower would
help. It didn't.
After I made something very unrememberable for lunch a knock came
to the door. I figured it had to be the police. Sighing in resignation
I moved to open the door.
There I was, in a ratty old rust colored bathrobe, hair dishevelled
and probably face still sticky and I was looking directly into the face
of my youngest sister, Rebecca (Becs for short).
I hadn't seen her for at least two years, though we had always
talked over the phone. She had always been my favourite. She had been ten
when I first left home, a spunky, brazen little snot - she was great - and
she had only been 15, probably I shouldn't say "only" anymore, when I had
last saw her. Now she stood there looking at me in the 17 year old body of
a woman - a very beautiful woman.
"Hey, big brother, put the drool back in your mouth and invite me in,"
she said with a little thrust of her hand.
I have to admit, I had been gawking. "Sure Becs, come on in."
Pushing past me, giving me a quick hug, Rebecca walked into my living
room as if she had been doing it all her life, "Rich, be a doll and get my
bag out on the steps."
I guess she was here for a vacation.
Walking out to the steps I had to wonder what brought the girl to my
place for a visit, last I had heard she was tangled up with the son of the
richest guy in our home town. When I looked down I was startled to find a
huge army duffle bag, two suitcases and a trunk waiting. "Visit" had
apparently been to weak a word.
Well, at least she had made me forget about the cops for a minute.
Finally, after dragging in the trunk, I went into the kitchen to get
a couple of cans of soda for us.
I plopped down on the couch next to her, and opened my drink and took
a quick swallor, coughing as it went down the wrong way.
Finally, I asked, "Becs, what's going on? Why are you here?"
Rebecca was sitting on the edge of the couch, plainly looking a little
worried, she had been waiting for that question. "Well, big brother, I
graduated from school, got permission to take my finals early. Then I
decided to leave and come out here."
I knew she was holding something back, "Come on, Rebecca, I know you
better than that, I might have not been around for the past couple of years
but you are still my baby sister. Tell me the whole story."
"God, Rich, you don't want to hear the whole mess." Exasperation,
evident in her voice. She was tired.
"Yes I do. You don't have the luggage of a person just on a short
visit, what gives?" I put a little surliness in my voice, to strengthen
my demand.
"I guess you're going to hear it all eventually," she sighed and sat
back into the couch. "You knew that I was seeing Mark Fitzgivens," I
nodded, "Well, he's a complete fucking asshole. All that money has gone
to his head, so I broke it off with him. That's it."
I was about to accept the story at that point, I knew the Fitzgivens',
I had been a little surprised when I heard that Rebecca had been going out
with him in the first place. Then I caught the glint of desperation in her
eyes, quickly hidden, she desperately wanted me to just accept the story.
"No, Becs, that's not all. Nobody just picks up and leaves town
because a three month relationship ended. I want the real reason, or
am I going to have to call Mom and Dad."
She got up off the couch, and began pacing the room and biting her
fingernails. She threw several quick nervous looks at me before she
stopped the pacing.
"Richard," I knew this was serious, she never called me 'Richard'.
"Richard, I just don't want you to think less of me. I don't want you
to get the wrong idea." She waited, expecting me to tell her it was
alright, that she didn't need to tell me. But, I was deadly curious now.
Rebecca never got embarrassed or ashamed, and both were in her eyes now.
I waited.
Letting a blast of air escape she started talking, "Mark was an
idiot and a moron. And I guess that I was a little nervous after what
happened to Nancy," Nancy was our middle sister who got raped.
"Well, we never went very far - sexually. I'm still a virgin, and
even when I was going out with Mark, I knew he wasn't going to be the one
to help me fix the situation. One night Mark got drunk and began trying to
make me at a school dance, right in the gym. He tore my dress and I had
to run home in the rain to get away from him."
She sat down again, at my side, "When I got to the door of our
house I realized that I didn't want Mom and Dad to see me, not after
Nancy. So I decided to go over to Cynthia's, she's a friend of mine,
I don't know if you met her." She looked at me, I shook my head no. If
I did I couldn't remember.
"It doesn't matter. Cynthia is three years younger than me, you
probably wouldn't have paid much attention to her anyway." I couldn't
help it, I snorted, Cynthia was 14 - a year older than the girl I had in
my bed last night. My snort caused Rebecca to stop and look at me
quizzically, I waved her on.
"When I got to her place she ushered me on up to her room. I called
Mom and Dad to tell them that I was staying at her place for the night."
I noticed Becs was getting slightly more nervous.
"My makeup had smeared and I looked a mess. Cynthia took me into
her bathroom and helped me clean up, and I took off my dress and put on a
nightshirt that she gave me. When I was finished cleaning up we went
back to her room and I told her everything that happened. We had been
close since I was 12 and she was 9, but she was surprised to find out
that I was still a virgin, I dated a lot of guys. We laughed about it,
then she told me that she was one too. It made me feel better, more at
ease. I realized that Cynthia never dated many guys, she was beautiful,
more so than me, so I sort of wondered about that then."
She was definitely shaking now and looking at me with quick
nervous glances.
"I don't really know why it happened, but I kissed her, and she
definitely kissed me back. We made love, it was the most exquisite moment
of my life. She even told me that she had loved me since she was 12."
Rebecca jumped up from the couch when she turned to see that my
jaw had dropped to the floor. My sister was describing a scene that,
though had other actors, had played in my head since a teenager.
"What do you want me to do, apologize for it!!"
I realized that Rebecca was screaming at me.
It took a minute before I could find my voice, "No, Becs, I am
certainly not one to tell you what you can or cannot do with your body.
Go on with the story, I'm sure that making love to Cynthia didn't drive
you from town either."
She looked only slightly mollified. "Well, I'm not gay, if that's
what you are thinking. I've never been attracted to a girl before, but I
think it was all the emotions and she was always so close to me..."
"I think I understand," I said stupidly.
"No, you don't, but that's ok. I am glad that it happened, it's opened
up a whole new world for me, I guess I'm bi 'cause I still like guys."
I nodded.
"Well, like you said, that wouldn't have drove me from town. But,
we had stayed up the whole night. God, it was one mind-blowing
orgasm after another. Her fingers, tongue, mouth were like a little
piece of heaven. I tasted her, and I liked it, I loved how I could
make her feel. The feel of her breasts, her thighs, her ass, her pussy.
Kissing her was like kissing no guy, it was better, softer."
I am ashamed to admit it but her story was getting to me. Two
inexperienced teenage girls making love to each other was causing an image
in my mind that I couldn't shake. It never helped sitting here next to one
of the participants, who was getting slightly excited remembering the
situation.
"The problem came when we were to tired to go on. We fell asleep in
each others arms, I had my pussy shoved up against her naked thigh the
whole night."
My God, the images my mind was creating were going to make me explode.
Rebecca stopped and sighed. She closed her eyes and let out a little
moan. "We woke up the next morning when Cynthia's mother screamed."
Becs got up and slowly moved to look out the sliding doors to the beach.
I was thankful for her move, it gave me a minute to adjust my dick.
"That was it. Her mother blamed me, actually wanted to phone the cops
for seducing her underage daughter. Cynthia stopped that by telling her
mother that she had seduced me, and that she had loved me for years. I could
see poor Mrs. Cross' heart breaking. So, she gave me an ultimatum, she
wouldn't call the cops, wouldn't tell anyone what happened, if I left town
and agreed never to see Cynthia again. I agreed, what could I do, our family
couldn't handle anything else happening. But I let Cynthia know
where I was going to be, I said 'Alright Mrs. Cross, I guess I could go
move out with my brother in California.' Cynthia has your address."
Rebecca turned to look at me again. "So, here I am. Mom and Dad put
up a fight, but I told them that I wanted to go to school out here in
September anyway, so I was only leaving a summer early. They bought it."
She walked over to kneel in front of me, my dick hard and unmanagable,
thankfully hidden under the thick terry cloth.
"So, big Brother, what do you think of you little sister now?"
What could I say, this angel was pouring out her heart to me. She
needed me to be supportive.
"Becs, look, like I said I am not the person to tell you if what
you did was right or not. I'm going through my own little problem. But
what I will say is that if you wanted it to happen, and if it made you feel
good, then more power to you. You are more lucky than it seems most
women are, your first time was with someone it seems you genuinely cared
about, and it was apparently quite satisfying. Actually, to tell you the
truth, I'm kinda jealous, my first time was horrible. I'm happy for you."
That did it, I was suddenly attacked by grasping arms and flailing
legs as Rebecca jumped into my lap and began kissing my cheeks, forehead,
and chin. Her ass pressed painfully down on my still hard cock. She had
to have noticed it, I blushed as she looked into my face.
"Thank you, Richard. I needed to hear that," she said as she
got up from my lap and moved to where her bags were laid, grabbing the
duffle bag.
"Which room is going to be mine?" She perked up with her brilliant
smile. "By the way," almost as an aside, "you got a girl living here
now, so you had better be careful where you poke that thing."
Giggling Becs rushed up the stairs.
Why did it seem that this summer was going to be TOO interesting?
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Cont'd in Part IV...
The Groovy Guru
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