Christy

Not even an hour passed and I was drunk and they had me smoking something. Somehow, I came to my senses and snuck away. I found a phone and went outside and called Lance.
“Hello?” came a voice on the other end.
“Lance?”
“Yeah. Jonas?” 
“Can you come get me?”
“Where are you?”
“Uh . . . Steve Sander’s house,” I replied.
“Where? How did you get there?”
“Christy . . . look, can you come pick me up?”
“Of course, I will,” he said. “I’ll be there in a little bit.”

“Hurry,” I said. 
I left the house and went to sit on the curb to wait for Lance. I didn’t know where Christy was and I didn’t care. I rested my head in my hands and I almost went to sleep when I felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and looked up. It was Lance with Chris, I stood up and started toward the car, but I stumbled and almost fell. They caught me.
“You’re drunk!” Lance cried.
“And high on something,” Chris added.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked.
“Yeah. You stink,” Chris replied.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“Um, can someone drive my Dad’s car home?” I asked.
“You have your father’s car!” they exclaimed.
I nodded. “Here’s the key.”
“Lance, you drive my car,” Chris said. “Drive with the top down so he doesn’t get sick.”
Lance laughed. “All right.”
He had to pull over a few miles down the road so I could throw up. It burned my throat and it brought tears to my eyes. I took my time getting to my feet. Lance had to help.
“Are you all right?” Lance asked me.
I shook my head. “No.” 
Chris laughed. They got me back into the car and we went to my house. They helped me to my room. My mother wasn’t home yet, which was good. They helped me to my bedroom and I was glad to lie down. They sat for a moment.
“Honestly, Jonas, what were you thinking?” Lance demanded.
I didn’t reply.
“Well,” Chris said. “We better go and let you get some sleep. Are you going to be all right?”
I started to nod and suddenly felt sick. I nearly ran over Chris, trying to get to the bathroom. This time, I was afraid that it wouldn’t stop. It just kept coming. Then, suddenly, everything went dark.
My eyes fluttered open and the sunlight lit up my bedroom. It hurt to look at the sun on by bedroom walls. I began to rise up, but decided quickly that it wasn’t a good idea. I looked to my side and Lance was sleeping on a chair in the corner. I rose and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face. I was grateful for the holiday that day, because there was no school. I saw Lance in the mirror.
“How do you feel?” I glared at him. “That bad, huh?”
I looked in the medicine cabinet and found some Advil and down about six of them, ignoring Lance’s expression. We went downstairs and got something to eat and then we just hung around until the guys showed up.

“We heard you had quite a night,” Justin said.
“Oh, yeah?” I replied.
“Yeah,” Joey said. “Drunk and high?”
“And sick,” Lance added.
“And Christy was the cause of all this?” Justin asked.
“She took me there, but she didn’t give me the stuff. It was Max and Steve.”
“Steve Sanders?” Joey asked. I nodded.
“How did he get you to drink? You always swore you wouldn’t.”
I thought for a moment and then remembered the hundred-dollar bill in my pocket and pulled it out and showed it to them.
“He gave you a hundred dollars!” Lance exclaimed.
The phone rang, making my head protest, painfully. 
“Somebody get that!” I cried.
Lance grabbed the phone. He listened for a moment and gave me the phone. “Christy,” he said.
I groan annoyingly and took the phone. “Yeah?”
“How dare you leave me like that last night!” she screamed in my ear. I closed my eyes against the pain that shot through my head. “I had no way home!”
“Would you mind not yelling,” I shot back. I have one hell of a headache! Besides, I didn’t know where you were and I sure as hell wasn’t looking for you!” My friends looked surprised at my outburst. “Where the hell were you anyway?”
“With Steve,” she replied, without any hesitation. “In his room,” she added.
“With Steve?” I repeated. The guys exchanged glances. 
“I couldn’t find you and he was there. It just happened,” she said.
“Just happened?” I said. “Right. Like we just happened?”
We were quiet.
“Look, Jonas, I’m sorry about last night. About everything.”
“Me, too, Christy.”
“Will I see you later?”
“Christy, I’m not sure I want to see you.”
“Oh, come on, Jonas.” She laughed. “I’ve got a cure for your hangover.”
“Yeah? Something else to make me sick? Or will it just kill me this time?”
She laughed again. “This will make you feel real good. It’s almost better than sex.”
I felt myself blush and turn so the guys wouldn’t see. “And then it’ll kill me. I have to go.”
“Can I come over?”
I sighed. “I don’t care,” I replied. “Bye.”
“Bye.” I hung up.
“What did she want?” Lance asked.

“Said she’s sorry about last night,” I said, mimicking Christy.
“That’s a bunch of it,” Joey said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
A few hours later, we were outside, washing Chris’ car. I was washing a tire when someone came up behind me and covered my eyes with their hands.
“Guess who?” 
I knew it was Christy and decided to go along with her game. “Satan?” I pulled her hands from my eyes and stood up and looked at her. “I wasn’t too far off, was I?” I said, staring into her eyes. Behind me, Joey laughed.
Her smile faded. “Still mad at me, I see,” she said.
“Mad isn’t the word,” I said.
“Well, perhaps I can make it up to you,” she said, coming closer and pressing her body to mine. I felt her breasts against my chest and her nipples were visibly hard. I stared into her eyes. She was a very beautiful girl, but she was nothing but trouble.
“And how do you plan to do that?” I asked her, knowing perfectly what she had in mind.
Before I could stop her, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. It was soft, at first, but then the kiss deepened. I almost forgot that my friends were standing around us, watching her seduce me. Suddenly, my cock twitched and I pulled back and pushed her away from me. I glanced around for a moment, hoping no one noticed the hard on that I had. Without a word, Christy turned and walked away from my house. I watched her go, her ass swaying seductively, disbelieving what just happened. When she was out of sight, I glanced around at everyone. They were staring at me. Joey walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Speechless,” Chris said.
“Yeah,” Joey said. “In most cases, that would be a good thing.”
I stared at him. For the life of me, I couldn’t think of one word to say to them. 
Later, after the guys left, there was a knock on the front door. I knew who it was before I opened the door. She was wearing a purple and pink tie-dyed dress. 
“Hi, Christy,” I greeted. “You don’t quit, do you?”
“Not when it comes to you, Jonas,” she said. She kissed me before I could say another word. She continued to kiss me as I felt her hands moved under my shirt and move up my chest until she pulled my shirt over my head.
“Christy, I . . . ”
“Shh,” she said and kissed me again. She took my hands and pulled me toward the couch. I sat and she climbed onto my lap. “I’ll bet you’ve never been with a girl before. Am I right?” I said nothing. 
She laughed, taking my silence as a yes, and kissed me. Then she stood up and I watched as she reached under her dress and removed her panties, her eyes never leaving mine. Suddenly, a feeling came over me that I had never felt before and I wanted her. I wanted her like I had never wanted anything in my life and she could tell by the bulge in my jeans. She took my hand and brought it to her pussy. I could feel the heat even before I touched her. I ran the tips of my fingers on the outside of her pussy lips before parting them. I ran my finger up and down her slit, my eyes never leaving hers. She climbed onto my lap and spread her legs, allowing my fingers better access. I shoved one finger into her pussy and then another and another until I had three of my fingers inside her. I began to move my fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling her get wetter and wetter by the moment. She began to moan and she pushed her pussy toward my thrusting fingers.
Suddenly she grabbed my fingers and pulled them away from her. “I don’t want to come yet,” she said, gasping.

I felt her gently unbuckling my jeans. When she touched me, I jumped and gasped. She smiled, devilishly, and I couldn’t help but smile back. She began to stroke me in and up and down motion and the sensation I felt immediately took over. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Then suddenly I felt her kiss the head of my shaft. I gasped and cried out. No one had ever touched me like that before. Then she took me into her mouth. She sucked my hard cock for a good long time.

Then she climbed back onto my lap. “Say you want me, Jonas,” she whispered into my ear. “Tell me you want me.”
I looked into her eyes. “I do want you, Christy.”

She rose up and I felt myself slide inside of her we pussy. Her cry echoed throughout the house. She began to lift herself up and down my shaft. My cries collided with hers and filled the room. Then I lifted her up and placed her on the floor, never taking myself from her and we were fucking like it was the end of the world. We came together. When it was over, I collapsed on top of her and I lay there for the longest moment.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered into my ear.
I leaned up and looked at her. “I’ll be all right.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh,” I said and, suddenly, I laughed. 
“What’s so funny?” she asked, a smile on her lips.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like . . . I don’t know. I can’t explain it.”
“I know,” she said. “I feel the same way.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” she said. 
Suddenly there was a knock on the front door. We groaned. 
“That’s probably the guys,” I said. “We better get dressed.”
“Ignore them, baby,” she pleaded, and kissed me. “They’ll go away.
“That’s rude, Christy,” I said. “Besides, they know I’m home.”
She sighed. “Okay,” she said. She took her clothes and went into the bathroom to dress.