Chris was born in 1960 as a result of an unplanned (and unwanted) pregnancy. He often doubted that he would have ever existed if abortion had been legal at the time. He sometimes thought that may have been better. Sometimes not. It depended on the day.
He has two half-brothers who are 10 and 12 years older than he is, and a sister who had preceded him by five years. The brothers had minimal contact with him growing up. He didn't blame them. What teenage boy wants to hang out with a kid who is between two and seven years old when your adolescent hormones are drawing your attention elsewhere?
When Chris's parents would have his sister babysit him, she would find creative ways to make him cry and/or scream in pain to alleviate her boredom. When he was seven years old, Chris complained to his parents with evidence of what had transpired. His sister said Chris had fallen, and he was only trying to get her in trouble. Chris got his ass beaten for lying to his parents about his sister, and a reward of additional torture the next time his sister was babysitting. His sister's pain threshold experiments came to a conclusion on the day Chris broke her arm with a wooden cutting board after she had pierced his thigh with a hat pin while he was eating breakfast when he was nine years old. It took a couple of days for him to recover from the beating for that incident. He still called it a win.
Chris had also served a twelve-year sentence in a little corner of hell called Catholic School. Delving into just some of the shit that had taken place during his sentence would take multiple volumes and the exhuming of memories that are much better left buried. Chris was fortunate not to have had to suffer any sexual abuse while serving his sentence. It was all physical and mental. Others weren't so lucky.
The nurturing Chris was exposed to during his formative years was instrumental in his becoming very introverted with significant trust issues (he would probably have to think it over before grabbing a rope that was dropped down to him while hanging off a cliff).
Chris also had a lot of frustration from constantly being on the receiving end of negative reinforcement. But things started turning, if not up, at least in a direction other than down, the day he met Mr. Harry and his dog Dozer.
Chris had always liked animals when he was growing up. He didn't know why, he just did. They filled gaps. He especially liked dogs. A neighbor of his (Mr. Harry) had a dog named Dozer. A Rottweiler/Bull Mastiff /Caucasian Ovcharka mix that everyone seemed to be terrified of, mostly because of his size and naturally ferocious looking expression. Having a head the size of a black bear and fangs to match may also have been a contributing factor. Dozer was nine months old the last time Mr. Harry had him weighed, and he was a few pounds north of 200. Harry has always liked big dogs.
Dozer's favorite toy was a three-quarter ton truck tire that he would throw around the yard like a pillow. It weighed more than Chris did at the time they first met. Chris knew that Dozer wasn't vicious, he just didn't like to be teased. And he wasn't shy about letting people know it.
When Chris was seven, he and Dozer were eye to eye when they both stood up. I know this because that is how old Chris was when he first walked into Dozer's yard and did just that. Looking back, that was pretty stupid. Where everyone else saw Cujo on steroids, Chris saw a "REALLY BIG DOG" that he just had to get to know.
The naivete of youth. Sometimes you get lucky.
That was also the first day Chris met Mr. Harry, who's first words to Chris were, "You got balls kid!" while Chris was standing in front of Harry's dog, resting his forehead on Dozer's, and scratching his incredibly massive neck. I don't think Chris knew what having balls meant at that time. His hadn't dropped yet, so. . .
Mr. Harry was a fitness nut, in a good way. Harry had converted his basement to a home gym, and he was an avid runner, cyclist and swimmer. When he showed Chris around his gym, Chris of course started asking questions about the equipment. Harry's answer was to demonstrate the equipment's use, then to let Chris mimic what he had been shown. Chris soon discovered he enjoyed working out, (playing with weights is what he called it then) and Mr. Harry brought Chris along at a glacial pace for the first few years to make sure he developed good form and a proper foundation before introducing him to more rigorous forms of exercise (or play as Chris called it at the time).
Harry was also a retired hand to hand combat instructor for the army, and he incorporated those techniques into Chris's workout routines, along with the discipline required for the responsibility of having those skills. Harry made sure Chris wouldn't become a bully. It was a pretty easy lesson to learn. Having been bullied in the past, Chris didn't have much stomach for it. He didn't like witnessing it either.
Chris didn't realize it at first, but the exercise was releasing a lot of the mental stress that he had built up, which just made him want to do more. Exercise became his physical and emotional outlet.
I don't know how old Mr. Harry was. I know he was a widower who never remarried, and he and Dozer may have saved Chris's life.
Puberty hit Chris rather early, somewhere in his eleventh year. By the time he was twelve, he was over 5'10" tall thanks to puberty. He was also 165 pounds and could easily pass for 16-17 thanks to puberty and Mr. Harry. By midway through eighth grade, Chris had reached his adult height of 6'1 ½" and weighed 180 pounds. By the time he graduated high school Chris was 230 pounds with a 31-inch waist. He had wavy dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and was well above average from the neck up.
Sounds pretty good right? All the ingredients for a great time with the ladies from pre-high school on. The thing about ingredients, you can have warehouse full of them, but if you don't know you have them, they're not worth shit.
Chris didn't see the shredded body, handsome face or dark, naturally wavy hair that others saw when he looked into a mirror. What Chris saw, was a body with a myriad of flaws that he would cover with baggy clothes, a face with too much nose over too small of a mouth, small brown beady eyes and hair that just refused to cooperate. Add in being introverted with trust issues and it all added up to graduating high school as a virgin. A virgin who had not been on a date, or ever kissed a girl or even held a girl's hand. A veritable cherry tree.
Spending as much time as he has with Mr. Harry, Chris over time became less introverted around other men, he learned cut up with the best of them. He also developed a reputation for occasionally doing some crazy shit right out of the blue when he was growing up. Things like stealing a cop car when he was 15 and driving it into a creek because the cop it belonged to had a habit of fucking with Chris (and others) just because he could. That's what he gets for leaving the car running when he stopped into the 7-11 for a coffee.
It was no coincidence that Chris's more extreme behavior was often a knee jerk reaction to some form of bullying. That was one of the few things that could cause him to step out of his normally calm and unobtrusive demeanor.
As he grew up, thanks to Mr. Harry's influence, Chris slowly began to shrug off a lot of the mental and emotional baggage he had been carrying around. Unfortunately, because Harry choose not to see other women after his wife had died, Chris was never afforded the opportunity to acquire a comfort level with women while spending time with Harry. And as puberty progressed, and his hormonal changes continued, Chris became even less comfortable around them. He knew he liked them. He liked them a lot. But his brain just seemed to shut down whenever he was in their presence. Below is an example of a recuring theme during his adolescent years.
Chris was 13 years old and on vacation with parents (and sister) in Chincoteague Virginia for the annual July Pony Penning. He liked animals. Horses are animals, so he was good with the trip. Back then, Chincoteague defined small town. No fast-food joints, one movie theater, a four-man two car police department, no hospital on the island. . . you get the idea. What you did see were a lot of people on horseback during the Assateague pony round-up prior to the penning. Some of the tourists were regulars that had vacation homes on the island with facilities to keep their horses. Plus, a lot of locals owned horses. I would estimate around 10-15 percent of the tourist/local population had a horse or were on horseback while he was there that July. The island is only seven miles long and two miles wide at its widest. There were plenty of places to tie your horse off, and even during the height of tourist season, car traffic was light, and everyone seemed to be friendly. Horseback was a convenient mode of transportation. And more fun than a car.
Chris had just gotten out of the family station wagon one afternoon so his parents could check out a roadside hand carved decoy shop. Chris looked up and saw a little brown haired brown eyed sweetheart, probably about 15-16, ride up on horseback, look down at him and said "Hi!" Chris froze, no "Hi", no "nice horse", not even a "Who me??", NOTHING!! Chris couldn't acknowledge a good-looking girl on horseback who had gone out of her way to approach him and say hello. After she rode off, Chris was thinking she must have thought he was a stuck-up asshole by not saying anything back. And this just made him feel worse. This was pretty much Chris's normal throughout his teenage years when it came to any interactions with opposite sex.
Chapter 2
In the summer of Chris's fourteenth year, he saw a help wanted sign stapled to a telephone pole near his house, soliciting laborers for some temporary work with a local landscaping and home improvement company to remove refuse from a wooded parcel of land. When Chris applied, he was told by the foreman (Jim) that the job would probably last for three weeks or less, and he and the other two temporary laborers would be paid under the table. Jim didn't ask Chris his age, and it wasn't volunteered. Jim saw a man over six feet tall and around 200 pounds. Just what he needed for this kind of job.
Jim was impressed with Chris's work ethic, and three weeks later called Chris into his trailer and offered him an application for full time employment. Chris thanked Jim for the opportunity but said he would prefer to work as he had been, if there was any more of that kind of work available. When Jim pressed Chris for a reason, Chris told him how old he was. That was an "oh shit" moment. Jim convinced Chris to leave his contact information, shook his hand and thanked him. Jim later spoke to his father Bill (the owner of the company) about Chris.
Bill met with Chris the next week and explained he would find work for him with certain conditions. Chris would only be permitted to work 30 hours per week when school wasn't in session. No more than 15 hours when he was in school. He was to remain in school until he graduated, and if his grades ever dropped below a B average, he would be terminated. If Chris was still with the company when he turned 16, he would be hired officially with the same conditions in place until he graduated high school.
Chris is a working man now.
Chris's job helped him to continue to mature. Everyone he worked with was at least eighteen, but often in their twenties, thirties or higher. So he was growing up in more ways than one. And he became known as that quiet guy that did his job and didn't bother anyone, but one you shouldn't bother either, thanks to Mr. Harry.
Over time the other employees Chris worked with discovered Chris had a quick and sharp tongue whenever some friendly teasing came his way. He was never malicious, but he had become very adept at verbally blindsiding his fellow employees whenever they insisted on attracting his attention.
Unfortunately, in the 70s, there weren't many women in this type of industry other than office workers that Chris had no reason to encounter. So as he became more mature and comfortable with most everything in his life, being able to talk to women was still way outside his comfort zone. And because Chris tended to keep his personal life to himself, no one he worked with knew it.
When Chris turned eighteen, a fellow coworker (Eric, who was 34) and one of the few people Chris had come to trust, invited Chris out for his first beer (beer and wine were legal for eighteen-year old's at this time). At first Chris declined the offer, (that shyness thing) but he eventually relented when Eric told him they would just be going to the hole in the wall bar he frequented in the past to have a couple of beers. Chris told Eric it would have to wait until Friday.
Chris had never had a drink before, but he had seen more than one employee who had overindulged the night before, and he wasn't taking any chances. Waiting until Friday would also give Chris time to finish moving into the apartment he signed a lease for on his eighteenth birthday that prior Wednesday.
Leaving home was Chris's gift to himself.
It's early Friday evening, and Eric has stopped by Chris's apartment to make sure he was coming tonight. He had good instincts. Chris was thinking about canceling.
"Come on man, just a couple of hours in the hole in the wall bar I go to for a beer and some conversation. Hell, you might even get a birthday lay! How bad can it be?"
After a little more prodding, Chris tells Eric about his shyness issues with women. At first Eric doesn't believe him. Chris had never given any indication of being shy at work, and Eric had been a look-out on the afternoon Chris had driven a particular blue and white colored vehicle into a creek three years ago. Shy just didn't add up.
Chris went into more detail and Eric was shocked to find out Chris had never been with a woman. Forget sex. He had never even been with any woman! It didn't compute. From Eric's perspective, Chris's personality was quiet with a pinch of crazy, but certainly not shy. Chris confided he could barely say hello to a girl, much less carry on a conversation. Eric was surprised by the revelation, but was still able to convince Chris to come out.
"Do you remember the first time you learned how to frame a wall? Or to drive a forklift? Or anything else you've learned over the years? You learned one step at a time. It's the same with women. Begin with saying hi when one talks to you, then take the next step. A girl that doesn't take the time to understand you, isn't worth the time to let her. And who gives a shit what a girl like that thinks? I've got your back. So let's work on expanding your horizons. Trust me when I tell you, this is a horizon you want expanded!"
Chris trusts Eric, so he relents.
Eric is thinking to himself, "Now I know why he has always turned down invites to stop by and meet any of the wives or girlfriends for dinner or lunch. Tonight will be quite the crash course! The girls are going to love him!"
FYI, the name of the establishment they will be going to this evening is "The Hole In The Wall", It's a bar/nightclub that just happens to be quite popular with the ladies. Buckle up Chris!
Chapter 3
When Eric pulled into the parking lot, Chris saw the name on the sign and the size of the place they were going to.
"You motherfucker!" was the first thing out of Chris's mouth.
"Hey, you told me you first learned to swim when your sister pushed you off a pier at a lake. You did ok then. This is sort of the same thing. Only you don't have to worry about dying!" Eric replies with a laugh.
"Yeah, but maybe you do," was Chris's quiet response.
He was just kidding right? Right. Shit!
Eric parks the car, turns to Chris and says, "Look, you've just turned eighteen, you've got your shit together more than most guys ten or fifteen years older than you. You're in great shape, have no vices, a good job making good money. You just got your own place and have your own car. For as long as I have known you, this is the first time I have seen anything that remotely resembles fear in your eyes. I was there when you stole that fucking cop car for Christ sake! I was just a lookout and my fucking knees were knocking. You looked like you were checking out produce at a roadside fruit stand!"
"Chris, this is a door you want to go through! You really have no idea what lies on the other side! But if you really want me to, I'll take you back and we can just get some dinner or something. But I would really feel bad for you if you do. It's your call."
While walking toward the entrance, Eric is telling Chris to be prepared, "Girls are going to approach you in there. The longer the night goes on, the more it will happen. If you can just say 'Hi, yes, no, thank you, nice to meet you,' you'll have most of the battle won. When they start asking you questions, don't focus on the girl, focus on the question and then how you want to answer it. They are going to know you're shy. Accept that. The ones that get frustrated and leave, are the ones you want to leave. Fuck them. And just relax and have fun. Let the personality you have at work come out. You're a good guy. Women like good guys. Especially when they look like you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Eric shakes his head and responds, "You're going to have to trust me. You notice everything at work, and you have blinders on here. Take a look around, we're not even inside yet and I have seen at least four girls eying you up already."
"I'm not blind! I see them. I just don't know why they're looking at me. I've checked my fly twice since we got out of the car."
"You need a drink," Eric holds the door for Chris, "After you."
They belly up to the bar, and the bartender Sondra calls out, "Hey Eric! What are you up to tonight?"
"Bringing my friend Chris out for his first drink. He just became legal this week!"
Sondra is a 31-year-old very well built blue eyed blonde. Her husband of 9 years is part owner of the club. She can see Chris's face go red instantly when Eric spoke. Chris reminds Sondra of her younger brother. Not his looks, the shyness. And she knows to keep the conversation light and flirtation free.
"Good evening Chris. Welcome to The Hole In The Wall, my name is Sondra. What can I get you?" While giving Chris her most professional smile.
"Th-This is kind of new to me Sondra, I would appreciate anything that you may wish to recommend." Not bad big guy! A little stuffed shirt, but not bad!
Sondra pours him a draft, "Let me know if you like this. If not, I'll get you something else."
Chris likes what he has and reaches into his pocket as Eric says, "Your money's no good here tonight!" while Sondra adds, "And that one is on me Chris. Happy birthday!"
"That's very kind of you ma'am. Thank you for your generosity." Chris replies.
Sondra nods in acknowledgement.
"I need to talk to you for a second Eric," Sondra says as she moves down the bar.
"What's his story? He so sweet I'm getting fucking cavities over here! Is he always that polite? Did he really just turn eighteen?"
"He turned eighteen Wednesday, He is normally polite, and you are not going to believe his story!" And Eric tells her the tale.
Sondra's jaw drops, multiple times, "THAT guy, has never kissed a girl before??"
"Never been kissed, never been on a date, never held a girl's hand before!"
"What island has he been living on?"
"I know. I just found out tonight myself."
"Ok, what do you say we work on keeping the sluts away from him while he's here this evening? He seems to be too nice of a guy to get his cherry popped on the parking lot or in a bathroom stall."
"I'll take all the help you can give me!" Eric answers.
Sondra heads back to where Chris is sitting and is able to draws him into some light conversation while giving the evil eye to any of the aforementioned sluts that would try to approach. A few young ladies approached during the evening and asked Chris to slow dance. He declined, saying he wasn't ready to dance yet (not a lie).
About two hours into the evening, Chris observes some commotion to his left. He sees three men standing in front of a table where two women are sitting with their backs to him. He hears one of the men say in his outdoor voice, "You think the cunts you're sitting on are too good for anybody in here! They just need the right tool to tenderize them properly! And I have the perfect tool for the job honey!" and he sees Chris step between him and the table. Chris is a little thicker than any of them, but there are three of them.
"What's your fucking problem bitch!"
"I don't have problems. I solve problems," Chris says just loud enough to be heard. Chris can see the guy is going to try and push him in the chest with both hands. He braces himself and waits for it. He's seen this before.
The asshole shoves, and he might as well have shoved a wall. Chris didn't move, and the asshole fell over backwards. Chris looked at the other two assholes and said, "The next guy won't get off so easy." They froze long enough for the bouncers to show up and escort the three assholes out. Chris turned and went back to his seat as Sondra hands him a fresh beer. Eric had watched the whole thing unfold, waiting to lend assistance if needed.
Sondra approaches Eric and says once again, "Eric, can I talk to you for a minute."
"I thought he was shy?!" she asks.
Eric is trying not to laugh. When Chris first started working at the company four years ago. Some of the (significantly older) temp employees tried to test him. It didn't go so well for them. And Chris was fourteen and had 30 pounds less muscle then.
"He's only shy around women Sondra. He's still a nice kid. I guess he doesn't like to see the ladies get fucked with."
"Yeah, speaking of that, there's one of them waving me down now."
Eric looks over and says, "Oh, it's them!"
"Ironic huh?" Sondra replies as she heads down the bar.
The "Them" are two semi regulars. They always come in together. They dance together. They always leave together. Everyone assumes they're lesbians. And they are both wicked hot!
Faye, the one waving down Sondra, is 30 years old, 5'10", 165 solid pounds, (she has a six pack) shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, and curves that you would swear had been retouched if you saw her in a photograph first. Curves up high, curves down low, including but not limited to her well-muscled thighs and calves. Broad hips a tight waist and a rock solid very well-rounded ass, sporting a nice tan. Her face would have men drooling if she were built like a mop handle.
She works out with her friend and roommate six days per week. Free weights, machines, aerobics, bike, rowing, heavy bag, speed bag, boxing, martial arts; you name, they do it. And they both have the muscle tone and mass to show for it.
Truth be told, the three assholes got off light when Chris stepped in. If he hadn't, they would have probably woken up in a hospital. Sometime tomorrow. These girls don't play, which is why they are usually left alone.
Beth, the one still at the table, 31 years old, 6'3'' tall, 195 very solid pounds. Slightly longer than shoulder length thick, auburn hair, green eyes and skin that is almost translucent in appearance. Works out with Faye. She has the better body of the two and is at least as attractive in the face as Faye.
They are both well aware that they didn't need Chris's interdiction. What got their attention other than his large physical presence, was when the trash had been taken out, he didn't attempt to speak to either of them, or even glance in their direction. His actions obviously weren't a macho move to get his foot in the door. And the fact of how he handled the a-holes without becoming one himself, has piqued the interest of both women.
They didn't know the reason Chris didn't speak to or look at them was, having seen them when he turned around, he was focusing all of his energy into just keeping his feet moving on his way back to his seat at the bar. He had seen them dancing earlier and he knew if he looked at them now, he would probably just freeze in his tracks.
Beth and Faye are both wearing high neck sleeveless mini dresses that hug every nook and cranny. Dark Green for Beth, Black for Faye. Different styles, but identical functions. To accentuate the curves the dresses follow.
Beth and Faye have been a couple since shortly after graduating high school and have been living together for the last five years.
Back to Sondra and Faye.
"What can I do you for Faye!" Sondra says smiling. She has known Faye and Beth since high school. She likes them. And she knows they are a couple, and some other things about them.
Faye says to Sondra, "I don't recall seeing him in here before," while giving Chris a hard stare.
"Probably because he hasn't been in here before."
"You have any info?" Faye asks.
Sondra shoots Faye a wicked grin and says, "I might!"
Faye knows that look, "Spill it bitch!"
Sondra leans forward and says, "You're going to love this. . ." and fills Faye in. Holding back Chris's inexperience as the trump card.
"He just turned 18?" Faye says in shock.
"Yup. His buddy had to drag him in here to buy him his very first drink. That's his third one in his hand."
"He never did any partying in high school?" Faye asks.
"Apparently not!"
"Not even after prom?" Faye asks incredulously.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot. He didn't go to prom," Sondra is enjoying reeling Faye in.
"How could he not go to prom? The bitches were probably lining up around the block.
"You would think so. But being an all boy school, probably not. Oh, another thing. He's never been on any kind of date!" Sondra replies, while continuing to enjoy the constantly changing expressions on Faye's face as Faye replies, "Get the fuck out of here! Someone had to kiss him at least once! "
"Afraid not! He's a walking talking hymen, anything any girl does with him, will be his first! And I mean anything," as Sondra tells Faye the story.
"I can't believe that! Look at him for Christ's sake!" Faye answers, with a little edge creeping into her voice.
Sondra calls Eric over to verify the story, and Faye's now starts eying Chris like a lioness looks at a cornered antelope right before she sinks her fangs in. She then tells Sondra, "This is what I want you to do. . ." and then Faye returns to her table. She's going to enjoy watching Beth's face when she gives her the 411 on this guy.
Eric says to Sondra, "Aren't they lesbians?"
Sondra smiles innocently and says, "They're bi!"
"Are you sure? I've never heard that before." Eric questions her with some doubt.
"Oh yeah! They just like to keep that little tidbit to themselves to keep assholes away! And I know it's been awhile since they've had some man meat. And now they know Chris is as pure as the driven snow!"
"Oh shit!!" Eric replies with a small chuckle.
"Yeah. . . " with a bigger, not so innocent smile.
When Beth hears what Faye has to say when she returns, she replies, "I do love cherry pie! Especially when it's packaged so deliciously."
"With so many different cherries to go through and savor!" Faye counters, and they formulate their plan.
When Chris has finished his beer, Sondra brings him another and Chris says, "I'm not sure I should have any more."
"Well if you want to disappoint those ladies you just rescued, I'll let them know you didn't want the drink they bought you," and she starts walking to exit the back of the bar.
"Wait!" Chris calls out.
"Yes?" Sondra says innocently.
"What should I do?" Just like a lamb to slaughter.
"I know what I would appreciate. . ." and Sondra tell Chris exactly what Faye told her to say.
A couple of minutes later, Sondra drops off a drink for Faye and Beth that Chris had paid for, and tells them everything is set. Eric is sitting next to Chris, but his plan is to move away as soon as Chris is distracted by Beth and Faye. After a few seconds both girls turn and raise their glasses in a toast to Chris in thanks. Chris does what he had been told and mimics their actions.
Both girls stand up with their backs to Chris to give him a good view of their hourglass figures, and their well-shaped, muscular legs and asses. Sondra informs Beth and Faye they may have to perform CPR, while Chris's eyes are locked at butt level until they turn around. He is in such a zone, Beth's height initially goes unnoticed (they are both wearing their "low" three-inch heels, so Beth is only 6'6"). They both look at Chris once they turn around, while Eric slides away and finds himself a good vantage point to enjoy the show.
Both girls begin to approach Chris, who looks to his right and, 'Where the fuck is Eric!? Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit. . .' and then looks back as Beth and Faye arrive in front of him.
Chris remembers his manners and stands to greet them, and his manners do not go unnoticed.
Faye speaks first, "Thanks for the drink sweety. You really shouldn't have. Buying you a drink to show our appreciation is the least I could do after you put yourself between those jerks and us. Thanks again for that!" in a voice you would like to smother your pancakes in while she moves just a little closer to Chris.
Chris is taken aback by what Faye had said and with her sincerity. Chris didn't feel he had done anything for them to be grateful for, and this causes his shyness to temporarily fade while he responded with the first thought that popped into his mind, "This is some world we live in, where you feel obligated to thank me for something that was supposed to be done. You don't owe me anything. That's why I returned the favor." And then as he was listening to himself, and once again becoming aware of the beauty arrayed around him, the shyness returned in force, accompanied by the rouge in his cheeks.
Beth say to him, "There's a difference between thoughts and actions. Anyone can think the way you do. But I only saw one person in this place taking action" while in her mind she is fantasizing about taking some action right here in the bar. "What's your name honey?" as she steps a little closer.
Damn she's tall! "I-I'm Chris, I was happy to be of service. But. . . and please don't take offence, seeing you here in front of me, both of you, I'm beginning to think it was the guys that I was protecting."
Both girls are feeling bad for Chris. His face keeps getting a deeper shade of red every time he speaks. They both wish they could help him relax, but seeing his innocence on display just makes him even more appealing. Faye steps closer, there might be four inches between her breasts and his chest. "It's a pleasure to meet you Chris. I'm Faye, and this is Beth. Would you mind accompanying us back to our table so we can sit down and get to know each other better?" and without waiting for an answer, they each slide a hand under one of Chris's arms and begin to escort him to their table.
"Sondra, could you bring us some fresh drinks when you get a moment? Thank you so much." Beth asks.
Eric looks at Sondra and says, "Are they going to. . .are they planning on. . .you know. . .??"
"That remains to be seen. They're going to get to know him better. They're not one-night stand kind of girls. If they decide to take him to their bed, they'll want to keep him around for a while." Sondra replies in all seriousness.
"What do you think his chances are?" Eric can't keep the grin off his face.
"Hard to tell. But if he impresses them like he did me, it's just a matter of time. And knowing how inexperienced he is, they'll want to take their time with him. They'll want to give him memories that he'll be thinking about on his deathbed."
"He impressed you? Is that even possible?" Eric replies, only semi-teasingly.
"I was just thinking about cashing in my yearly hall pass until I got cock blocked."
"You're just kidding right?" Eric asks, suddenly not entirely sure.
Sondra shoots him a sidelong glance and moves down the bar to take a drink order.
"Shit!!"
Meanwhile, back in Chris's world, a.k.a. Fantasy Island.
Chapter 4
"Tell us about yourself Chris," Beth asks, beginning their pre-planned routine.
"I. . .uh. . .there isn't. . .isn't really a whole lot to tell. What would you like to know?" Chris replies.
Faye's turn now, "We wouldn't want to pry and ask you something you feel might be too personal," batting her eyelids innocently.
"I don't think I have very much to hide, I'm afraid I lead a pretty boring life. You can ask me anything you like." That's almost as bad as taking dare in "Truth or Dare"
"Where is your girlfriend tonight?" Beth asks, giving him the jolt that she expected.
"I-I don't have a girlfriend"
"Did you break up with her?" Faye asks innocently .
Yeah, Faye is about as innocent as a snake with a lump in its throat. Beth too.
"N-No. I have never had a girlfriend," Chris feels like his face is going to pop.
Beth replies, "That's good! Just dating for a while is much better! It avoids a lot of complications! So how many cuties do you have on your string honey? We won't tell!"
"I uh, um, I don't, um. . ."
And Faye gently takes his hand into hers, and in a soothing voice says, "Chris, you can relax honey. You're here because we asked you here. We want you here. You said we could ask you anything. I just want to make sure I don't cross any boundaries and maybe have someone you're dating get upset with you or us. We're not judging you. You can tell us. And you can ask us anything. And we will answer any question you have." And he feels Beth take his other hand.
Chris is thinking of what Eric told him about answering questions, he takes a deep breath and begins to relax, "I've never had a girlfriend. I've never been on a date. Yours are the firsts girls hands I have ever held." He smiles for a moment as he continues, "Or held mine. And this is the longest conversation I've ever had with a girl," then he looks at both of them, "or women" and looks down at the table in front of him.
Beth asks, "Do you find either one of us attractive Chris? Please just say what comes to mind. I promise you won't offend or embarrass us."
They are both still holding his hands and staring at him intently as he looks back and forth at both of them, "I get up early every morning to watch the sunrise. I have found that each sunrise is beautiful in its own right, and I enjoy watching each day begin to see how the sunrise will unfold. I'm not sure I'll be looking forward to that as much anymore after seeing both of you tonight," and he lowers his eyes again.
Faye looks at Beth and raises her eyebrows. Beth returns the gesture with a subtle nod.
In a soft voice Faye asks, "How old are you Chris?"
"I'm eighteen," he replies.
"How long have you been eighteen Chris?" Beth asks just as softly.
"Since Wednesday."
"And you have never kissed a girl yet?" Faye asks as kindly as she can manage.
Chris shakes his head no.
"Would you come with us for a minute?" asks Beth as they both rise. Chris nods and stands up also.
They all walk to the bar together to where Sondra is standing. Eric is near-by.
Beth asks Chris if he would like to see them again.
"Which one?" he asks.
"Does it really matter?" Faye says with a smile. And Chris shakes his head.
Beth moves in front of Chris and tells him, "We are going to leave now. Would you give Sondra your phone number before you leave tonight so one of us can call you later this week?" And Chris nods.
"Good," Beth replies. "There is just one more thing we have to take care of before we go."
Faye reaches her arm across Chris's chest, turns him to face her, and says, "Happy birthday sweetie," leans forward, wraps her arms around Chris's neck, presses her body and lips against his, and gives him his first kiss. With just her lips. And the groan she can feel in Chris's chest causes the walls of Faye's vagina to contract and her body to shudder slightly. As she moves away, Beth is there to take Faye's place, and presses her lips against his, slowly presses her tongue forward past his lips, and teases his tongue with hers. And now it's his turn to shudder in her arms. She breaks the kiss and presses her lips near his ear and whispers. "I hope you like the first part of your birthday present. We'll see you soon to give you the rest." She pulls back and gives Chris a seductive wink. They both say goodnight to Sondra and Eric, Beth presses her palm to Chris's cheek and says, "It's been a pleasure meeting you Chris. We're both looking forward to next time."
And they depart while Chris watches the two most seductive walks he ever recalls seeing.
He is aware that most of the people in the club are looking at him. Believe it or not, he still doesn't understand why. But he no longer gives a shit! So he is making progress.
"How about that phone number hot stuff," Sondra says with a kind smile. And Chris is smiling back when he gives it to her and asks, Do you think they'll really call?"
"I think if you don't answer the phone when they call, they will come looking for you," Sondra answers with a wink.
"So, what now Chris?" Eric asks.
"I think I'd like another beer," Chris says as he nods his head.
When Sondra hands him his beer he asks her, "Is it always like that in here?"
Sondra gives him a blank stare until she realizes, 'He has no frame of reference' and she almost pisses herself laughing, while Chris is thinking, 'I don't think I'll ever understand women.'
"How about a toast," Sondra asks once she has recovered, and pours three double shots of JD.
They hold them up for a toast and Eric says, "To the birthday boy!"
And Sondra says under her breath, "Soon to be a man!"
Bottoms up!
To be continued. . .
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