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I constantly had cleavage pushed up into my face. The girls kept bending over at the waist to pick up something off the floor. I got toUchechid ... a lot ... My chest, my shoulders, my arms. My legs got rubbed underneath the table just sitting in a booth at Comfy’s eatery.

But no matter how much the girls teased me, I never took advantage of them. Not once had I ever grabbed a juicy ass uninvited. not once had I pawed at a boob, even when it was within easy reach. You know: the kinds of things that would get guys slapped.

Okay, in fairness I may have got a bit of side-boob with my fingertips giving one of the girls a back massage, and I had got in some serious groping when the girls grabbed my hands and put them on their goodies from outside their clothing. But the cardinal rule was that I never initiated, only accepted whatever they felt comfortable giving. This was the reason the girls all trusted me. I was Michael, the “safe” guy. So all of them continued to tease me, even Christy.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and told her seriously, “You know I don’t mind. I love it.”

“But don’t you ever wish we would let you do more?” Christy gave me a skeptical look and turned a little more sideways in my lap. I became consciously aware that her cute plaid blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, exposing a white tank top scooped low enough to give me a great downward view into her 32D cleavage. and noting my gaze, she thrust her chest forward a little, making damn sure I was looking.

I frowned, not sure yet where this was going or what it had to do with Emma. Instinctively, I started to make up a dismissive comment about how we were all friends and that I respected the girls too much to think of them that way, but this was Christy asking me and she knew the truth anyway.

She just wanted me to say it out loud. Although I’d briefly glanced down at Christy’s tits, I focused on her pretty face and answered, “Of course I do. You’re a bunch of super-hot girls and I’m just as much of a sex-obsessed bastard as Emma is.”

“No you’re not. How many times have I sat in your lap just like this?”

“Uh, more times than I can count.”

“And how many times have you ever grabbed my ass?”

“Never.” My eyes narrowed. “Did Emma grab--”

“No, no,” she cut me off. “I already told you he didn’t touch me.”

I settled down and exhaled slowly.

Christy reached a hand up, handling my cheek and turning my face to hers so that we were only inches apart. Again, the height difference was such that we were basically eye-to-eye. “Do you wish you could grab my ass?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could grab my tits?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could throw me down across my bed, sliding your aching dick deep into my pussy, and Bleep the shit out of me?”

“Jeezus, Christy.” My eyes popped open wide and I leaned back a bit.

“Do you?”

“You’re like my sister,Christy”

“But do you?”

“No! I don’t!”

Christy frowned, and now she was leaning back away from me. She looked hurt. “You don’t?”

“Like I said: I think of you as a sister.”

“We’re not related, Michael.”




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Christy frowned, and now she was leaning back away from me. She looked hurt. “You don’t?”

“Like I said: I think of you as a sister.”

“We’re not related, Michael.”

“I know that.”

“And you said you wish you could grab my ass and my tits. that’S not very brotherly.”

“You’ve got an enthralling ass. and tits. and I’m a sex-obsessed bastard.”

“But you don’t want to Bleep me?”

I breathed in deeply. “You’re ....that’s a line I can’t cross. not you.”

“Not me.” She blinked. “But you fantasize about the others, don’t you? Uchechi, Tonia, Anna.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Chidinma, Precious.”

“Yes, alright?”

“But not me?”

“Christy, please.”

“You can put your hand inside my shirt right now. I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Christy.”

“Okay, okay.” She raised her hands defensively, glanced away, and gave me an unsure look. “It’s because I’m a little shorty, isn’t it?”

I barked a laugh and shook my head. “No, you’re beautiful and sexy,Christy I just ... I won’t ... I can’t let myself think of you that way. You’re my dearest.”

“But if I was a total stranger you’d never met before?”

“I’ll want to throw you onto my bed and Bleep your brains out, sure.”

Looking a little mollified, she wrapped her arm around the back of my neck and gave me a quick peck on the lips, similar to the hundreds she’d given me this year already.

“What does all this have to do with Emma?”

Christy breathed in deeply, her frown returning. She glanced at the roof again for a moment before giving me a weary look and shaking her head. “After our last meeting went so well, I sort of assumed he’d come ask me out on a date today.”

“But he didn’t?”

She shook her head. “At the mall, he was totally into me. Today, nothing. I finally went looking for him after school. But when I popped up and said hi, he pulled me into a quiet corner and...”

Her voice trailed off, her shoulders sagged, and I instinctively hugged her closely once more. She had assured me he didn’t touch her, so I relaxed on that front. and I waited patiently for her to gather herself.

“He said he thought I was super-cute, but that he was looking for a ‘mature’ relationship. His words. I asked him what that meant, and although he blushed andlooked embarrassed for a bit, in the end he said he’d asked around and the other guys told him I was a girl who wouldn’t put out.”

My surprise was obvious. “You serious?”

“I told him I was waiting for the right guy and was hoping it might turn out to be him. But he shook his head and admitted he just wanted to get laid. He said everybody knew the Pretty-Young-Things was a bunch of prick-teases, and he didn’t want to deal with all the teasing if it wasn’t going to go anywhere.”

“Christy...” I breathed in deeply, held her just behind her ears, and pressed her forehead to mine. “I’m sorry.”

She sniffled but took a deep breath and mumbled, “He probably did me a favor. Better I know now he’s just another dumb jock looking to pop my cherry before moving on to his next conquest.”

“That is true,” I agreed. “And a very mature response, if I may say so.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?”




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