Interlude

Over the next few weeks, I kept a low profile around Chrissy. It was hard, because after what had happened, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I mean, who wouldn’t be little fixated after loosing their virginity to a hot sexy brunette, like I had? I was still a little apprehensious, but also incredibly thrilled. I mean, it wasn’t everyday your sexy neighbor passes out on the couch next to you and you get to take full advantage of her sleeping body! Chrissy didn’t mention anything or act any different, so I mostly felt safe.

I didn’t see her a whole lot outside of school, but we were in the same English class, so I there was about an hour a day where I could look at her and fantasize. She dressed pretty conservatively at school, but her athletic body and beautiful face were impossible to hide. I’d start looking at her out of the corner of my eye and would immediately start fantasizing. In my mind I kept seeing images of her gorgeous ass and thighs, the sexy panties she was wearing that night, the way her pussy tasted and smelled, then I’d start imagining about how good it felt slipping my cock inside of her while she was passed out.

The whole concept of ‘sleeping sex’ had really became an obsession for me. Spurned on by the experience with Chrissy, I had done a bunch of looking online and found a bunch of sex stories and even films where guys were fucking girls while they were passed out. I had seen stuff like this before and hadn’t paid it as much attention, but now that I had some real life experience, I was enthralled thinking about Chrissy’s sweet body. I probably thought about a hundred different fantasies in which I could fuck her again.

I’d be sitting there hard as a rock in class and the bell would ring and suddenly I’d realize I’d been fantasizing the entire period. Seriously, it started to affect my grade and I had to make a full effort to ignore Chrissy’s sexy body and pay attention.

My parents finally announced they were going to throw another party and I could not wait. The week before the party, I schemed on various things to do and say to Chrissy that would help re-create the previous situation; however, I couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t be completely see-through or just lame and just decided to hope for the best and figure it as I went, like last time.

On the night of the party I sort of hid out in my room, not wanting to give my intentions away. Typically when Chrissy and her parents would show up, she would seek me out to have someone her age to hang out with. After a few hours the party was in full swing and I still hadn’t seen Chrissy, so I started getting a little anxious. I slipped downstairs and looked around. There were a bunch of adults there, all drinking and having a good time, but no Chrissy. I checked in the basement, still no luck.

Finally, I ‘accidentally’ bumped into her mom. “Oh hey, how’s it going? Sorry about that!” Chrissy’s mom said it was fine and started asking me about my life and if I had applied to any colleges. She seemed a little drunk so I only humored her for a few minutes before asking about Chrissy.

“Oh she’s at her Grandmother’s this weekend!”

I was crushed, all of my excitement completely dissolving into my stomach. I started to excuse myself to head back up to my room when Chrissy’s mom grabbed my arm. “Oh, before I forget sweetheart, would you mind watching our house next Saturday? We’re headed out of town and need someone to let the dogs out.”

I said sure, not thinking anything of it. Chrissy’s mom went on, saying they had all the streaming stations so if I wanted to hang out while the dogs were outside I should feel free. Also there was plenty of food so should just help myself. As we spoke, she turned and took a day planner from her purse, then wrote a check mark next to a note to herself that I would be checking on their dogs. She was the type of woman who literally wrote down everything so she wouldn’t forget it, then checked off what she had done. I agreed again and excused myself, going upstairs for a consolation jerk off session to a few erotic stories and some pictures of Chrissy from our yearbook.

Even more disheartening, a few days after the party I overheard my parents talking about “drying up for awhile”, AKA stopping their parties at least for awhile. With the parties gone, there went my access to Chrissy, and I felt heartbroken.

The next weekend I headed over to Chrissy’s house as I said I would. I didn’t really have any solid ulterior motives at the time, but I did figure I’d probably end up jerking off a couple times while I was there. I made sure to mention to my parents that I was probably going to watch a movie ‘or something’ while I was there as a cover story to give myself plenty of time.

After letting their dogs out, I did what I said I was going to and watched about five minutes of some action movie, then started exploring. I started with the mundane stuff like their pantry and refrigerator. There was plenty of junk food and soda if I wanted it, but I kept moving. Inside the freezer there was a tub of chocolate ice cream with a note stuck to it: “Chrissy’s, Hands Off!” I chuckled at the note, remembering how she’d been a choco-holic for as long as I’d known her. With all the dancing she did, I bet she burned like five million calories a day. Chrissy always said ice cream was the only thing that really kept her full.

Their bathrooms were pretty normal and I did an inspection of their medicine cabinets. In her parents bathroom, were a couple of bottles of painkillers and some sleeping pills. I examined these and decided to take some of each, why not. The bottles each had a bunch of pills and no one would ever miss just a few. Going through Chrissy’s medicine cabinet I found a bottle of ibuprofen and a prescription bottle I wasn’t familiar with. Googling the name told me they were birth control pills ... Very interesting ... Very good to know...

Finally, I entered the room I had been saving for last, Chrissy’s bedroom. It smelled slightly like her and my cock throbbed slowly in my pants. The setup was pretty normal: a twin size bed, chest of drawers, desk and a computer, closet full of clothes. Some dance trophies and other girly things decorated the walls. I sort of stood there taking it all in, thinking about possibilities:

“What if I rigged her window’s lock to stay open so I could slip in while she was asleep?”

“Maybe I could rig her computer’s webcam to record remotely...”

I thought about these and some other schemes, (most were pretty ridiculous, like hiding in her closet until they got back) then dismissed them all. I didn’t want to do anything in their house that could potentially be traced back to me, like breaking a lock, and I wasn’t some sort of computer hacker so the technological stuff was out of the question as well.

I did start exploring her room, looking through the closet and her chest of drawers. When I got to her panty drawer I pawed through them, imagining which pairs she had been wearing on any given day. I didn’t see the ones I was looking for; however, until I looked in her clothes hamper. Down under some other stuff there they were, the silky light pink pair, with the small darker pink frill around the edges. Just seeing them brought sexy memories back, then as I lifted them to my nose I caught the scent of her cunt, that same musky sweetness that I remembered. My cock was instantly rock hard, my mind telling it there was pussy to be had. I unzipped my jeans and started stroking myself right there in the middle of Chrissy’s room. I soon had an idea and grabbed a pair of her black soccer shorts out of the dresser. I wrapped the soft slippery material around my cock and went to work on myself, inhaling Chrissy’s delicious scent as I closed my eyes and let my fantasies run wild.

After a few minutes of vivid imaginary sex in which I was back in my basement sliding my cock in and out of Chrissy, I blasted a fat load into those shorts, along with a whole lot of pent up sexual tension. When I recovered, I sat down on Chrissy’s bed for a minute to catch my breath. As I sat there, I noticed a little book in an alcove on her bedside table and on an impulse I pulled it out. It looked like a journal, opening it up I realized it was Chrissy’s diary. I flipped through it and read some, it was pretty mundane stuff mostly. I flipped around until I found the date I was looking for and was rewarded.

The date given was the day after I had fucked her in my parent’s basement. Chrissy must’ve thought no one else would ever read this, because it started off pretty saucy: “I think I fingered myself in my sleep last night. It’s a little weird because that’s never happened before, but with this sleepwalking stuff, who knows? But yeah, my panties were sort of wet and I felt like, juicy and good down there, like after I play with myself. It felt good, like it usually does, just weird. Like when I really get into it ... I wonder what it will be like to have a boy’s thing up there. Mom says I should wait for marriage, but I’m just wondering.” Reading about Chrissy playing with herself had my mind going, but I made myself concentrate and kept reading. The passage went on, sort of talking about various boys she had a crush on, no one I’d ever heard of. It got my attention further down with, “I just realized something! I was sleeping on the couch at David’s house last night! I fell asleep while we were watching that movie ... Oh my god, I hope I wasn’t touching myself while he was around, that would’ve been sooo weird! No, I think I’m ok, I actually think he went to bed before me anyway.”

She sort of drifted off after that, but the passage told me a great deal. She didn’t think she’d been fucked, and she didn’t suspect I had fooled around with her. It was a relief, knowing there was no suspicion there and I had really gotten way with it. The sleepwalking reference I didn’t know what to make of, but I felt like I had spent too much time in the house already. I’m a pretty fast reader so I quickly skimmed through looking for information about Chrissy sleepwalking. The only things in the journal were a couple quick notes about waking up in weird places in her house or her parents telling her they had had to walk her back to bed. There was also a note about how it started around the time she started taking birth control to moderate her periods and her parents thought that’s what was causing it.

Looking at the clock, I had been in their house for a little over a hour and a half, so I figured I better finish up whatever I was doing and head on back home. Somehow, the pink panties found their way into my pocket, alongside the pills I had found earlier. I rinsed off the soccer shorts and buried them deep in her clothes hamper, then made sure the rest of Chrissy’s room was straight and headed on back down to the living room to think.

I really, really wanted another chance at fucking Chrissy, but it seemed impossible. Short of making a copy of their house key and letting myself in while they were all sleeping, I was at a loss. I wasn’t going to do that for several reasons, and was honestly getting ready to give up when I saw her mom’s planner on the coffee table. “Who knows, maybe Chrissy is scheduled to sleep out back, butt naked, with her ass in the air one night,” I thought to myself sarcastically.

I started flipping through the planner, sort of jokingly at first, then I started noticing something that might actually work. A few weeks out, Chrissy’s parent’s anniversary was labelled. Also written there was “JAMAICA!!!” written across a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in big letters with smiley faces.

I remembered a few years prior when her parents had gone out of town for their anniversary, they wanted to be alone so where did Chrissy stay? Our house, on our basement couch. Thinking it over though, I thought it might not sense for her to stay with us this time, she was a literal adult, I’m sure she could take care of herself alone for one weekend. However, she had mentioned before she liked to come to our house during parties because she didn’t like being alone in her house. If she didn’t want to be there overnight, I’m sure a full four nights would be too much for her as well.

I could see it both ways, so I went backwards in the planner, not totally sure what I was looking for until I saw it: On the week prior to the current week we were in, her mom had a note to ask my parents if Chrissy could stay with us when they were gone. Next to it was a check mark, and I assumed if she had asked, my parents would have said yes.

Yes! The possibility of having Chrissy in my house for four full nights got my mental wheels spinning. I had a couple of weeks to figure out how to best manipulate the situation to my advantage and I went right to work. Outright asking Chrissy to get drunk and take some painkillers was out of the question. Slowly, a plan came together.

Over the course of a couple of sideways inquiries I managed to weasel out of my mom that Yes Chrissy would be staying with us, No they would not be having a party that weekend, and No it wasn’t four full days, it would only be two. Chrissy was going to stay with her Grandma for the first part of it, then come to our house on the Friday night and stay through Sunday.

The lesser time period was a little disappointing, I had been imagining fucking Chrissy’s brains out two and three times a night on each one of those four nights. I still had two nights to work with, though, and focused on that. With a boozy party as cover for my movements and stolen alcohol out of the question, I knew it was really going to take some doing to get into Chrissy’s panties that weekend, but I was more than up to the challenge.

I devised a way to get some of the appropriate ‘medication’ into her on the sly: Knowing how much she loved chocolate ice cream, I was going to get some, let it melt till it was super soft, mix in some painkillers and sleeping pills, then offer it to Chrissy. There was no way she’d resist ice cream, I figured, and it was a pretty safe thing to offer someone without arousing suspicion.

I did some research on the pills I had taken from her parents and actually did a couple of test runs on myself. Like Walter White I crushed up and mixed various amounts of the painkillers and sleeping pills. After some calculations, over multiple days I swallowed different amounts and mixtures of the powders myself to test their strength. I set alarms on my cell phone super loud at various intervals and left it next to my head as I was passed out. When I felt like I had a winning batch of the drug, I figured out how many ‘servings’ were in a container of ice cream, then multiplied it by the amount I figured one person would ingest in a bowl of ice cream. I also added just a touch more for security purposes. This was careful work, I wanted her out, but I also wanted her to wake back up after.

That thought made me start to re-think the whole project, so I did even more research. (Seriously I could write a thesis on the science of this stuff after all the time I invested) To actually kill someone with the chemicals I was messing with would take waaaay more than I was using, like thirty to forty times more. Worse case scenario, someone would sleep longer than normal and then have a sleep hangover.

The second big part of my preparations was some sort of cover as to why I would need to have access to the room in which Chrissy was sleeping. I didn’t want to trust that she’d fall asleep while we were watching tv in the basement like last time. If she did, great, but what if she ate the ice cream, went into the basement, and locked the door behind her? There was a key to the basement but to be honest I didn’t know where it was. We never locked the door, usually, so it could be anywhere. I didn’t want to start arousing suspicion by asking about it.