6 Times a Day-Chapter 1059 Friends For Now

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Alan brought the conversation back to the football players, which put them both at ease once more. At least, they were at ease for a while until he happened to mention Heather again. In the course of discussing how he was trying a "divide and conquer" strategy to deal with the football team, he said, "By the way, I should point out that Heather and her minions have been a really big help in this. It's been tough getting her to do it, but now she's doing all she can to drive the players apart."

Suddenly Christine's face grew livid. "Heather? Heather?! You've got to be kidding me! Heather only looks after one person: herself! You should know what I've been hearing about what she's been saying! I didn't want to say anything too unkind when you mentioned her name earlier, but now that you bring it up, you should know that she's the one spreading all the worst rumors about you!"

He waved her concerns aside with a dismissive hand gesture. "It may seem that way, I'll concede that. But really, she's just being very clever about it. You should consider her an ally in this. I do." He knew that Heather was good at doing something underhanded while leaving the impression that she'd done the exact opposite. She was wily and great at covering her tracks.

She stood up and stared at Alan as if he'd just sprouted a second head. "An ally?! An ALLY?! Heather?! I'd rather stab my own mother to death with a dull knife than have anything to do with that ... bitch! You may think she's on your side, but the one she's snookering is YOU! She's pure evil! Don't let her beguile you with her womanly charms! You can't trust her!"

There was a lot that he could have said or thought about her passionate words. He knew it all had merit, including the part about being beguiled by her womanly charms. But in fact he'd barely registered what she'd said because all he could think about was her smoking-hot appearance. She was sexy enough sitting down, but once she stood up with her hard nipples protruding from her huge breasts he was completely blown away.

Christine is so fucking sexy! Dang! God DAMN, she looks tasty! I can't get over the fact that she, of all people, is wearing something so revealing in public, just for me! And the way she's so angry right now somehow just arouses me even more. I can't even begin to imagine how passionate and intense she could be in bed. What a sexual tigress! AND she's still a virgin. Hot damn. How could I possibly turn her down?! It's all I can do not to just jump across the table and run my hands all over her tight, incredibly fit body right now. That deep dark red fabric, contrasted by her blonde hair and her fair skin, HOT DAMN! I could stare at her forever.

Maybe I should rethink my whole position here. I'd be a fool not to fuck her. Maybe I need to fuck her tonight! I could! I mean, she's practically begging me for it! I could teach her to suck my cock, letting her learn to love the feeling of my hardness sliding between her lips, the taste of my cum on her tongue and in her teeth.

Man, I just know that she would be so good at it. She's always the best at everything. Before long, she'd be addicted to it, just like Mom. She'd learn every trick in the book, and spend hours and hours practicing on me, until she could say without a doubt that she was the best cocksucker in the harem!

And what about titfucking? Oh man! Be still my beating heart! I could help her learn to titfuck; with those magnificent breasts of hers she'd be a natural at it. And then after painting her face and chest in my cum we could sixty-nine, so while she tries to suck me off again I could taste, tease, tempt and torment her unfucked virgin pussy. Well, I could for a while, but it would be all so good that I'd lose all control. I'd throw her back on the bed, climb on top, mount her, and sink my throbbing pole into the incredible tightness of her fantastic cunt. Oh yeah, she needs to be mounted! Fuuuuuck!

His hard-on was so stiff that it felt as if he could break the restaurant table with it. He forced himself to count slowly to ten to calm down a bit.

As he did, he regained some self-control. No... No. I have to be strong! For my family. For them. I can't waver just because she wore a great outfit tonight and is so all-over painfully temptingly fuckable that I want to cry. I can't forget how horribly overextended I am... But it's such a turn-on to know how much she must really want me. I don't think anyone at school would believe it if they saw her like this. I used to think she was so far out of my league, so impossibly out of reach. Wow!

There was such a long pause while he stared with wanton lust that she finally barked at him, "Alan, are you listening to me?" Her eyes flashed dangerously with righteous anger.

He recovered quickly, forcing himself to look at her face instead of undressing her and devouring her body with his eyes. "Um, yeah. It's just that your passionate feelings about Heather stunned me. I'm blown away, actually."

He looked around briefly, noticing that just about everyone else in the restaurant was staring at her too. He suspected it had less to do with her outburst and more to do with her incredible figure and scrumptious outfit.

She suddenly became aware of all the attention, so hastily sat back down. They could hear a few muttered sighs of disappointment from people nearby as all eyes continued to watch as her massive boobs slowly bounced to a standstill. Slouching down in embarrassment, she said in a quiet but nonetheless very insistent voice, "Well? What are you going to do about it?"

His passion unexpectedly surged again as he thought, What am I going to do? I'm going to fuck your brains out, that's what! First I'm going to break your hymen by fucking your cute pussy, which I could practically see through your outfit. Serious camel toe you've got there, girl. Damn! Then I'm going to fuck those mammoth tit melons. Jesus Christ, I'm gonna squirt my seed all over your perfect rack!

He reached into his pocket and returned to playing "pocket pool" with his erection, just as he had been doing earlier in the evening. He simply couldn't help himself.

Then I'm going to fuck your dainty mouth. I'm not talking about a blowjob; I mean I'm going to fuck your face! Then I'm going to take your ass and fill it with hard cock until you cry for joy! In fact, I'm going to take you and break you and turn the school's perfect golden girl into my personal bitch! One of my bitches anyways! He chuckled to himself. You'll be one of my harem slaves! I'll order you to move in with the rest of us and then keep you naked and locked in chains, ready and willing to serve your master at all times! Hah! Worship my cock! Worship it! Yes!

He was so overcome with desire that had he not been in the middle of a restaurant, he might have tried physically to take her right then and there. As it was, he somehow slowly managed to settle down. He reluctantly stopped rubbing his dick. He had to wipe the sweat from his brow, he was so overcome.

As his surge of lust slowly peaked and then passed, he thought, What's wrong with me? See? This is the problem. I can't control the Bad Alan. Christine is special. She deserves better than someone like me. Much better. As tough as it is, I have to let her go. I can't really explain to her all the reasons why, but it's for her own good. I'm like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I'm bad!

After another long pause, he eventually managed to remember her question about Heather, replying a bit lamely, "I'm, uh... well, it's tricky."

He stalled for time so his raging libido could continue to subside. He managed to focus on the conversation a bit more by looking away from her.

While he waited, Christine crossed her arms under her rack, drawing even more attention to her boobs. "I try not to get jealous, especially since we're not even going out. But I'll have you know that I get really upset that you're having sex with that bitch. I mean, REALLY upset!"

That finally jolted him into responding. "Look. I know I'm playing with fire with Heather. And no, I don't trust her. Not at all. It's like dealing with the devil. I hate to get graphic, but I have to lay it on the line here. She's really, really sexually attracted to me, and, well, for reasons that I don't exactly understand myself, we have a special bond, but it's only about sex. She may rebel a little bit here and there, but ultimately she's not going to piss me off and risk her sexual connection with me. So that's one reason why I sleep with her sometimes, to get her help. But I'm not just being selfish. You may laugh at this, but I actually think there's a good person trapped inside that bitchy exterior, and I think I can ultimately be a good influence on her."

Christine chortled with derision. "You got that right about me laughing. Look, Alan, I enjoy helping you with your school problems. I want to see justice done and the bullies punished. But don't ask me to cooperate with that, that... THAT WOMAN, in any way."

She spit out the words "that woman" with powerful malice. "As far as I'm concerned, she's part of the problem. She IS conspiring against you. It may be just an intuition at this point, but I'm absolutely sure of it. I'll get the evidence to prove it to you. She thinks that she needs to control everyone around her, including you."

He was conciliatory. "Okay. You may be right. See what you can come up with." He figured that it wouldn't hurt to have Christine keep an eye on Heather to keep her honest.

Things calmed down after that, letting them continue to discuss problems at school until the bill for the meal arrived. Alan again insisted on paying for the whole thing. He was very grateful that Christine seemed unaware of his earlier "Bad Alan" moment of weakness.

They stood in front of the restaurant for a good ten minutes, talking about plans and schemes to put in motion before it was finally time for them to split up and head home in separate cars.

Sensing the moment, Alan said, "Well, this is it." His heart was pounding fast.

Christine was just as nervous, if not more so. She just whispered, "Yep."

He said, "If we were really dating, this is where I'd kiss you. But we both remember what happened last time with that. We can't let that happen again, can we?" 𝗯𝗲𝐝𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝗹．𝐨𝗿𝗴

"No, we can't," she replied. But her sad eyes told a very different story.

They shared only a brief, rather stilted hug and a simple kiss on her cheek.

Afterwards, Alan said, "Oh, Christine! If you only knew how tempted I am. I'm to blame. I'm not a good person. I'm hopelessly hooked on playing around. I really am a cad. This is for the best. Being friends is better, and longer lasting. Friends!" He stuck a hand out to shake.

She shook his hand firmly. "Friends!" But then she grinned with surprising mischieviousness. "That said... we're still going to have another practice date soon, right? Not to mention another trip to the beach, or something along those lines. I was thinking... since you're worried about us being seen at the beach by other students, what about a private pool? I know you've got a thing against me going to your house, but there's no problem if you want to come to my house and use our backyard pool."

He was both thrilled and terrified at the possibility of being alone with Christine in her backyard pool, with both of them wearing just bathing suits. That could be disastrous to his plan to keep their relationship platonic. By comparison, another "practice date" sounded much safer.

So he said, "Right. That could work sometime. But I think it's time for another practice date first. Why don't we go out this Saturday night? Would that work for you? It's right in the middle of Thanksgiving vacation, you know."

"That'll work just fine." She grinned wolfishly as they parted, very pleased by his promise of another date.

Walking away, she didn't linger on her disappointment; there would be time for that kind of rumination later. At heart she was a determined fighter, and now she had something new to strive for. She thought, I don't know what I'm gonna wear next time, but whatever it is, it's gonna blow him away! I'm not gonna give in so easily to this "just be friends" thing. He thinks I'm not right for him because of his so-called harem. But it's not like it's a real harem; all that means is that he's playing around. That's what a lot of teenage boys do.

Dammit, next Saturday night I'm gonna wear something so hot that there's a chance it'll just up and burst into flames! I'm so horny that I can't stand it. I love him! There, I said it! I want him so much. And the fact that he's trying to protect me from his supposed badness makes me love him even more!

He noted that she wore a heavy overcoat as she left. He realized it would have been fairly scandalous and dangerous for her to be seen outside in the outfit she'd shown in the restaurant.

As he walked away, he thought, I must be a complete idiot. Turning that body down? Wow. What a piece of work she is, even just physically. Not to mention how smart and all-around great she is. But there's a battle going on inside me, and Bad Alan wins far too often. If I don't show some self-control, if I don't enforce some limits, things'll get crazier and crazier until it all flies apart and I lose everything. I am NOT going to let that happen!

Why is it there are so many incredible women who have all crossed my path at the same time? What are the odds? Meanwhile, somewhere else in the world there are who knows how many guys just like me alone tonight without even one girl - let alone one of Christine's quality - in their life. Life is just so fucking unfair. It's beyond absurd that I could reach a point of sexual satiation where I actually have to turn down the likes of this stunning woman!