Chapter 3

Kristie

My first teachers, Rosalind and Debbie, had awakened my sexual desires and given me a confidence in myself as a sexual person that I had been lacking. I began to be a bit less shy around the ladies because of my new-found experience. It was about this time that I met Kristie. The lesson she would teach me would be one I regret that I needed to learn, but one that I would always take with me.

Kristie was in town living with her older sister and her husband. She had been having some problems with her parents, so her sister Jennie and her husband Bill let her come to live here with them. She was 16 and I met her through Dean, a friend of mine who was also 16. To refresh memories, I was 20 at the time. Anyway, she and Dean were going out and I met Kristie when they went to a movie with myself and my date. I don't remember my date's name for that evening. I think it was because I was so taken with the beauty and personality of Kristie. She had shoulder length brown hair and a figure that, while not Bo Derek perfect (my standard for perfection at the time), was still down right nice to look at. Over the next few weeks Dean, Kristie and I went out as a threesome to several movies and such. I even ended up getting invited to her sister's place one Saturday for a cookout. Dean didn't mind my tagging along since his interest in Kristie was purely platonic (he was gay and just seeing her to placate his parents). I really did not know if Kristie had any interest in me other than as a friend, but I was looking for any sign that might indicate it. It finally came, or so I thought.

Kristie called me one Saturday afternoon and invited me to come over to her sister's place for some burgers and to just spend some time together. I had no plans, so I said sure without even asking if Dean would be there or not. Turned out he would not be there. When I realized this, my hopes for the evening began to soar. We had a good time that afternoon and evening just talking and playing games with Bill and Jennie. Before we knew it, it was 10 o'clock. Bill and Jennie went to bed but indicated I was welcome to stay a while. Kristie suggested we watch a movie, so I figured I would stick around. Already my mind was working on the possibilities that staying up late with her could present.

We watched a movie for a while, then Kristie asked if she could talk to me about something. So off went the TV, leaving us sitting on the couch with the dim light from a lamp casting a rather romantic glow on the scene. Kristie began telling me her story. It seems her problems with her parents stemmed from a former boyfriend. Kristie ended up pregnant and at her parent's urging had an abortion about a month before, right before coming to live with her sister. By the time she was done telling me everything, it was after midnight. During the course of baring her soul to me, she had become a bit emotional and combined with the lateness of the hour, I could tell she needed to relax. So, like a gentleman, I moved from the couch to the floor to allow her to lie down and get comfortable. But unlike a gentleman, I was still scheming to get into her pants.

She was underneath a blanket as she lay there on the couch and in preparation for going to sleep took off her shorts. This only served to heighten my desire. So I slipped my arm under her neck as she relaxed on the couch and comforted her as she finished telling me about the abortion and how badly she felt for going through with it. All the while I began to gently caress her arm and as things continued I moved my arm under the blanket to caress her stomach. I knew what I wanted and I knew what I was doing. The problem was that in the back of my mind a voice kept telling me this was wrong. She was emotionally drained from telling me about the abortion and it was obvious she only wanted to talk to someone as a friend. But I refused to listen to that voice. I could see the sadness in her eyes from telling me what she had so recently been through, yet I continued to caress her, even moving my hand down her outer thigh.