Part 129: It's All Right

Day 75: Friday, November 29

Chapter 1

Christine was examined for about 45 minutes. She had a cut on her elbow that she'd gotten during her breakfall, and a bruised right foot. A big bandage was wrapped around that elbow after it was cleaned. It took so long because the ER doctor was concerned about her emotional state. It appeared that Christine avoided an immediate sedative only because she and her father agreed on the quick support and advice provided by Frank Morgan, which the physician regarded as excellent.

Alan was only examined and treated for about 20 minutes. He had the characteristic minor bruises and skinned knuckles often seen in high-school fights. He'd been hit a number of times, but nothing major. The hand he favored had taken much of the abuse. His wounds were cleaned and bandaged, as were his skinned knuckles.

Susan, Suzanne, Lars, and Olga waited for Alan's and Christine's examinations to end. Suzanne was busy running around talking on the telephone and pestering the staff to give better treatment to the two heroes. This left Susan to talk to Lars and Olga in the waiting room.

After the introductions and compliments about each others' children, Susan said, "I want to thank you again for raising such an impressive and talented daughter. If it wasn't for Christine's martial arts skills, I hate to think what would have happened to my ... uh ... son." (She'd wanted to say "Tiger.")

Lars said, "Yes, we're very proud of her. I was a little annoyed to find out that she's been running around for the past day or two serving as Alan's 'bodyguard'. But given what's happened, it certainly looks like he needed one. I hope he's not the kind of guy who always has trouble following him around."

Olga said, "Lars, shush! You know as well as I do that Alan is a top student and just about the most upstanding boy in the whole school."

Susan thought with hidden glee, Well, if by "upstanding" you're referring to his cock, that's certainly true!

Olga went on, "That's why those terrible monsters hated him so much." She turned to Susan and said with understanding, "We've had a vexing problem with Christine for years. She has so few friends because the other girls are all jealous and always trying to tear her down. She's had no dates in, well, basically ever, until Alan came along. I think it's great that they stick up for each other. Besides, it's so romantic!"

Susan blinked at that and asked, "Romantic?" She envisioned her son as more of a relentless, insatiable, dominant stud, so had a hard time seeing him as a romantic gentleman. However, now that she thought of it, she found the idea incredibly arousing.

"Sure!" Olga said gaily. "Christine tries to downplay what's happening, but I can see right through her. 'Practice dates'. Right!" She chuckled. "You do know they're not just practice dating anymore, don't you?"

"Um..."

Olga didn't give her much of a chance to reply. "And the way Christine talks about him!" She leaned forward towards Susan and stage whispered with a cupped hand by her mouth, "Just between you and me, I think Christine is head over heels in love!"

Susan thought, Uh-oh. If the Anderssens only knew what the real situation was, I don't think they'd be too pleased. I'd better try to lower expectations. "Um, well, actually, Alan refers to them as practice dates too. Maybe that's all they are."

Olga waved her hand dismissively. "Pshaw! Practice for what? That's like going on a 'practice' vacation in preparation for a 'real' vacation. They're the same thing! Personally, I think that's so cute, though. They're obviously both so shy and sexually inexperienced that they need a fig leaf like that to get over their dating jitters. I just wonder how far they've gone already. I know they've kissed on the lips. I'll bet it was the first kiss for each of them. How magical!"

She was practically swooning as she was overcome with romantic nostalgia, probably recalling her own first kiss. Although Christine had told her that Amy was the "other girl" Alan was still dating, that didn't dent her optimism about Christine and Alan very much, or even at all.

Olga's words inspired Susan to also think magical, happy thoughts, but in a very different way. Suddenly, she had a vivid vision of herself in the very hospital room she was actually in, crawling on her hands and knees towards her son's turgid erection. She imagined herself thinking, "Son, is that true? Do you like kissing Christine? Why don't you think about that while Mommy helps you out by 'kissing' your cock deep in my mouth!"

In her vision, she reached his boner soon enough and began enthusiastically sucking on it. She could practically feel the gentle stroking of his hands in her hair as he guided her hungry mouth onto his pulsing hot shaft. The weight and flavor of his penis on her tongue only added to her need to suck as she inched his thickness towards her open throat.

As if that wasn't scandalous enough, a nude Katherine appeared by her side in the vision and joined her in licking up and down Alan's shaft. Then Suzanne also appeared, naked as well, and kissed Alan on his lips. It occurred to her that this exact combination had happened in real life recently, and that aroused her all the more. She grinned as she imagined Lars and Olga stuttering and shrieking in dismay at the lewd sex act taking place before them.

She thought, Okay, I've gotta act cool. I can't appear surprised. I have to just pretend like I'm in full agreement and smile and nod. I wish Suzanne was here. I have to be clever and crafty like her! Should I let them know that Tiger is not exactly Mr. Pure and Virginal anymore? I mean, they're gonna get wind of that sooner or later, right? Or should I play clueless? If the Anderssens don't think that Tiger and Christine are an item, they're probably going to get upset that Christine got all scraped up defending just "some guy." I'd better take the clueless approach. That's what Suzanne would do ... I think.

She said, "Did they really kiss like that? I didn't know that. That's great. They certainly would make a fetching couple, wouldn't they?"

Lars winced.

Olga noticed, and said, "Look at poor Lars. He has such trouble letting her go. Me too. But on the other hand, I'm so relieved. Christine, well, she never showed ANY interest in ANY boys. With her looks, you'd think she'd be fighting them off with a stick, but few have ever asked and she's shot those down. All of them! So we're trying to bend over backwards to accommodate this growing romance."

Susan's eyes went wide and sex was suddenly on her brain. "Bend over backwards!" That could be me, bending over backwards to accommodate Tiger's growing stick! His shooting stick!

Olga added, "Obviously, it's way too early to talk about something like marriage. I'm embarrassed to even mention the word. But this seed of love, who knows? Maybe it'll grow into something big."

Susan's eyes practically popped out of her head. "Seed." "SEED!" Tasty, spermy seed! Growing into something big, like his big, fat, yummy cock sliding between my lips! Or even him breeding me, knocking me up, making my tummy grow big! AARGH! Can't think about that - too exciting! Need to focus on blowjobs, soothing, comforting blowjobs ... Which reminds me - how's Alan Junior holding up, I wonder? I wish I could just slip into his examination room and guzzle down a load before he starts to suffer painful blue balls. He's in too much pain already!

Olga saw Susan's wide-eyed look and luckily misinterpreted it. "So sorry! By mentioning marriage, I didn't mean to imply anything. It's just that Christine is a special kind of girl. It's very, very hard to win her friendship or loyalty, but once you have it, she's so loyal that it's remarkable. So who knows? I can feel it deep inside that these two have some special type of connection. Don't you think?"

Susan groaned inwardly with profound lust. "Feel it deep inside"? Is she trying to drive me crazy?! Why doesn't she just say, "Fuck and suck your son blah blah blah special type of connection deep in your cunt?"

But she calmed herself, and just said, "Don't worry about it. I guess I'm just a little like Lars. Words like that make me realize that my little boy is turning into a big, strong man. But a good thing is that today they really stood up for each other. That shows they share a serious emotional commitment. I'm amazed at the way that Christine handled herself. From what I heard, it sounds like she was a superb fighter. You've raised a very talented girl."

Lars coughed, as he didn't know how to handle compliments. "Um, well, perhaps, but I should warn you. I had a brief, troubling conversation with Frank Morgan just before we left to come here. You know him? Heather Morgan's father?"

"I've never met him personally, but I've seen him. He certainly is a very large, imposing gentleman."

"Yes, he is," Lars agreed. "He said that he'd been in the Marine Corps for many years and fought in Iraq. He warned me that Christine may be going through some of the same kinds of turmoil that soldiers do after battle, particularly after their first combat with the enemy. Obviously it's not the same, but this was her first violent encounter and so the emotions and physical reactions are strong. He gave me some good advice, which I already passed on to the doctor. Alan might suffer from some of the same symptoms, so I thought you might want to know them too."

"Sure," Susan said. "Please, tell me more."

Lars explained, "He said the body and mind have both been put into a very excitable state. It's a defense mechanism to help with combat, I suppose. Frank said that both body and mind will be running with excess energy for hours. This is especially true because the fight apparently paused and then was about to start up again, so each of them had a second adrenaline surge which, because the fight ended, didn't find an outlet. Frank said the best way to deal with this situation is strenuous exercise to burn off the remaining adrenaline so the body can stop racing and get the rest it needs. Then they should take it easy, relax for the rest of the day, and sleep if they feel like it. Have your son run or something, then give him some time to unwind. It probably would be good if you could just talk to him and help him relax. Maybe have him take some sleeping pills tonight if he's still feeling jittery. Then see how he's feeling tomorrow. If he's still stressing over the fight, it might be a good idea to have him talk to a counselor or therapist."

Susan thought, Goodness! I know how to help him unwind: blowjobs! Lots and lots of blowjobs! And all that strenuous exercise, he can burn off that energy fucking me in every hole! Then we can have him see Xania and fuck her too! But I can't just think about sex, despite his huge sperm-filled cock needing so desperately to be drained. Mr. Anderssen is certainly giving some good advice. I'm definitely going to follow that to the letter ... Plus lots of blowjobs, hee-hee!

Susan remained on her best behavior (although her head was filled with thoughts of blowjobs). She got on well with Olga in particular and did not dissuade Olga's big hopes that something serious could be developing between Alan and Christine.

In fact, by the time they were done talking, the two women were practically already planning the wedding arrangements. Of course, they had very different visions. Olga imagined a stereotypical white wedding dress for her daughter, whereas Susan imagined Christine collared and naked as an integral part of the harem.

Chapter 2

Alan emerged from his examination to find Susan talking to Lars and Olga in an otherwise empty waiting room. He'd never been formally introduced to them, and this was hardly an ideal occasion to meet them for the first time. But soon enough the requisite introductions were made. He wanted to make a good impression, so he praised Christine a lot, especially for her valiant role in the fight. It was easy to do, since he meant every word.

He also buttered up Christine's parents with lots of compliments. That was easy to do too, since they'd obviously done a great job raising her. And when he said to Olga, "It's easy to see where Christine gets her beautiful looks," that was completely true as well. He could have added that it was obvious that Christine had inherited her big breasts from her mother, since Olga appeared to be about a D-cup, but naturally he didn't get that explicit.

After about five minutes of chatting, Olga was looking at him like she wanted to plan the wedding for the next weekend. Even Lars seemed grudgingly impressed by Alan's personality and manners. Of course, Olga and Lars knew that Alan was dating Amy as well as Christine; they'd even seen Alan and Amy French kiss less than an hour earlier. But neither of them felt it was polite or even proper to confront him about it at this time.

As Alan was saying his goodbyes to Christine's parents, Susan spoke confidentially to Suzanne in a quiet voice, down the hospital hallway. She whispered conspiratorially, "Suzanne, I was good. I was really good. I hardly slipped up at all."

"'Hardly'?"

"Well, I did have some fantasies, but how could I not, when you-know-who is so incredibly you-know-what." Even now, Susan was talking obliquely, just to be on the safe side.

Suzanne didn't quite know the "you-know-what," but she got the gist.

Susan continued, "I don't think I let on what I was thinking, though. I was being really careful. But it's just not fair! Think of the ... you know." She dropped her voice to a very quiet whisper. "The blue balls! During his examination, shouldn't they at least have a sexy nurse 'examine' his penis and take a sperm sample with her mouth or something? Where's Nurse Akami when we really need her?"

Suzanne looked around carefully. "Mind your language. The walls have ears."

Susan nodded, and then added, "By the way, Olga told me that Christine is quote 'head over heels in love with Alan' unquote. Isn't that great?"

Suzanne's eyes narrowed as she momentarily switched into her scheming mode. "She is? Hmmm. Interesting. Very, very interesting."

Susan looked at her friend with curiosity, but Suzanne gave no clue as to what she was thinking.

When Christine's examination finally ended, she joined the others.

Both Alan and Christine grew very nervous when they saw the other in the same room. They had the exact same reaction: first, they wanted to French kiss some more, and they had to stifle that urge. Then they worried about what their kissing in the ambulance meant, and dreaded their inevitable conversation about it. Luckily for both, that conversation had to be delayed because of the others in the room.

After Christine spoke to the whole group, telling them that her injuries weren't serious, Olga got Lars, Susan, and Suzanne to leave the room and go outside so that Alan and Christine would have some time alone together.

Olga's tactic was so obvious that it left the two kids in an awkward situation. Now that they were no longer "protected" by the presence of others, both of them grew even more nervous.

After some long moments, Alan broke the tension by saying, "Soooo ... your parents seem to like me ... a lot!"

Christine chuckled nervously. "Um, yeah. Parents. They're just so ... Arrrgh!"

Alan replied, "Actually, I think your parents are pretty cool. We were talking for a while before you came out. They're nice. And friendly."

She was unconsciously wringing her hands together while her mind was preoccupied with thoughts about their kissing. "Yeah. I guess I'm pretty lucky. But what about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know your father is gone pretty much all the time, but still, isn't it kind of weird to have Mrs. Pestridge here, acting like your second mother or something? Especially since you're dating her daughter?"

He thought, Uh-oh! Danger zone. I've got to be super careful with what I say. He shrugged nonchalantly. "No, not really. She and my mom have been best friends since before I was born, and they're, like, as close as two friends can be. She's helped care for me my whole life. It's great, actually. We all help and support each other, big time."

He was trying to explain Suzanne's relationship to the Plummer family without likening her to a relative, because he didn't want Christine to think of Suzanne as a de facto relative, in case his sexual relationship with her ever came out. But it was tough going, because Suzanne was exactly like a second mother in pretty much every possible way.

So he tried to change the subject. "But hey, why'd you take so long? I thought my injuries were a lot worse than yours." He held up his hands, which now had quite a few bandages on them. He nodded towards Christine's injured elbow. "Is that really worse than what you were just telling us all, or something?"

Christine grimaced, and that turned to a menacing scowl. "No. Not really. Stupid doctor! He was a total perv. I think he took double the time with me just so he could check out my chest."

Alan pretended great shock. "Egads! What a CAD! Thank God I'm nothing like him!" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and stuck his tongue out and made a funny noise as if he were drooling while ogling Christine's immense rack.

Christine laughed, lightly punching him in his upper arm. "Ha ha. Somehow it's okay if you do it. But if he does it, it's all pervy somehow."

Now Alan pretended to be greatly wounded from her playful punch, so he held that spot protectively. "Ow! The pain! That's right where Rock hit me hard, you know."

She immediately looked guilty and concerned. "Oh no! I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

"As a matter of fact, there is. I'm going to need to make a tourniquet out of your bra and shirt." He wiggled his eyebrows for comic effect some more.

Her concern turned to chagrin as she realized he was just teasing her. "Very cute." But she couldn't help grinning. No one else could get away with that kind of thing with her - only Alan.

He said in a serious tone, "You know what irks me about a pervy doctor like that? He was probably so distracted that I'll bet he didn't even examine you properly. But don't worry; just take off your shirt and bra and I'll give you a VERY thorough examination." He suddenly dropped the serious look and eagerly clutched his hands in the air, like he was squeezing invisible boobs.

Christine chuckled. "I'm sure you would. You do know that it's my ELBOW that got hurt, don't you?"

Alan just grinned back. "I know that. Of course, you still have to take all your clothes off so I can examine it properly."

She scoffed, with a chuckle. "My elbow?! But my arms are completely bare!"

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "That's a good start."

Both of them were very anxious and horny, thinking about whether or not it would be wise and proper to kiss on the lips again. So Alan's flirting was having a supercharged effect. As a result, Christine's heavy breasts started heaving up and down.

Had it not been for the fact that they were in a public place, with people coming and going, his jokes about fondling her boobs might have become reality.

He forced himself to calm down, then continued seriously. "Um ... speaking of pervs, I'm sorry for, uh ... kind of getting carried away with thanking you back in the ambulance." He looked away in embarrassment.

Christine was deeply disappointed, but she played along. "Oh. That's uh ... That's cool. Don't worry about it. We were just ... thanking each other ... right?"

"Right. I was, uh ... I think, after a fight like that, one gets all worked up."

"Yeah. Definitely. Happened to me too. That's what it must be."

In fact, he had been unusually horny at the time, and the fact that he was still wired after the fight certainly was a factor. Now, he was calmer. The thought of his de-facto harem and incestuous relationships caused him to redouble his resolve to keep Christine away from all that.

They both looked away. Suddenly, things were as embarrassing as when the conversation had begun. They were both equally embarrassed, but Christine with her fairer skin and greater sexual innocence blushed heavily while Alan just shyly looked elsewhere.

Luckily, Alan had found a solution to awkward moments with Christine, since he'd had many such moments during all the time he'd tried to befriend her and strengthen their bonds. As usual, he tried another blonde joke.

"Hey, I've got a joke for you. This guy takes his blonde girlfriend to a football game at their high school. As the game starts, he says, 'Watch the guy wearing number 22. I expect him to be our best man next year.' Her eyes light up and she gets all excited. 'Oh, Honey! That's such a clever way to propose. I accept!'"

Just as Christine always did to his blonde jokes, she rolled her eyes. But also, as she usually did, she couldn't help but grin a little, since she actually found most of them funny.

That broke the tension, after which the two of them continued to talk and joke until their parents returned.

At one point, Alan thought, I love this. Christine is soooo smokin' hot that it's like standing next to molten lava. I swear, my body gets warmer just being near her. But we're friends, really good friends. It's fun just talking and hanging out with her. She's so SMART! She challenges me with all kinds of interesting ideas. What if we get intimate and then things don't work out? Maybe she finds out about the harem and freaks out. Then our friendship could be ruined permanently. Do I really want to risk that?

NO. But ... dang! She's so hot! I can't blame that pervy doctor; she's probably the most stunning patient he's had since, well ... ever!

A few minutes later, Olga and Susan walked back into the room, side by side. Both kids were surprised to see their mothers acting so chummy.

Olga said, "Susan and I were just talking. We realized it probably was time to go our separate ways now, since we've got different things to do. So we'll give you kids a few minutes to say goodbye."

Susan nodded. She was beaming. She said to Olga while still staring at the other two, "Just look at them. Look at the two lovebirds."

Olga was all smiles too. "Yes, they really do make a fine pair."

Christine blushed all over again. She objected to the word "lovebirds," but since Alan's mother Susan had said it she didn't feel that she should complain. Finally, she just managed to say to Olga, "Okay, Mom. I'll be there in a minute."

Their earlier awkwardness and nervousness returned with a vengeance when Susan and Olga left them alone.

Alan tried to break the tension by joking, "Parents. You can't live with 'em, and you can't kill 'em."

Christine grumbled, "Yeah." But then she realized with a start, "Hey! Your mom seems to think we're dating or something. But surely she must know about you and Amy?!"

Then, before he could answer, another thought hit her like a thunderbolt. "HEY! It just occurred to me: when the ambulance was about to take us away, you and Amy kissed! On the LIPS! I can't complain about that, since we aren't officially going out or anything, but everybody saw that! Your parent! My parents! Heck, even Heather's dad! So that means your mom definitely knows about you and Amy!"

Alan had to think fast. "Yeah, but come on. Amy and I have only been dating for real for a very short time. She knows that kids our age tend to date around. Remember, I've always been pretty shy with girls, at least until recently. Any sign that I'm dating anybody makes her pleased as punch."

"Oh." After a pause, she asked, "Well, uh, what do you think? Would she be upset if you were dating, say, two girls at the same time?"

That aroused him greatly, because it was obvious that Christine was thinking about herself in that question. And she looked absolutely adorable with the shy way she asked. He knew he had to be careful with his reply. "Well, um, she knows all about, you know, the whole 'going steady' tradition. If I was officially going steady with Amy and secretly dating someone else, she wouldn't abide by that. But if she thought I was just dating around without breaking any firm commitment, she wouldn't have a problem with that. 'Boys will be boys' and all that jazz."

"Ah. I see." Now, Christine was dying to know if Susan was under the impression that Alan and Amy were going steady already, but she was too embarrassed to ask. She worried that would reveal her own intentions too obviously.

Christine's nervousness doubled, because now that the discussion had petered out, it was time to say goodbye. "Yeah ... so ... anyway..."

He tried to help her by saying, "Yeah, well, I guess we should probably get going."

"Yeah."

He thought, Sweet Jesus! Christine looks so adorable and innocent, all shy and blushing like that! Yet at the same time, she has this voluptuous yet athletic body that's the total opposite of innocence. Damn, I've just gotta kiss her again!

Christine must have had a similar idea, because she took a step closer and looked up into his face hopefully. Please kiss me! Please kiss me! Just one more kiss!

He tried to think of a rationale that would justify another kiss. Finally he came up with one. "You know, it's fun that we're practice dating. So ... doesn't that make it okay to have a little practice kissing too?"

Christine's heart was pounding so hard that she was almost afraid to speak. She just nodded her head, closed her eyes, and opened her lips slightly.

Alan was equally excited, and unusually aroused. He found it interesting that the mere idea of kissing Christine was at least as enjoyable as a double blowjob from any two of his other lovers. He put his arms around her and pulled her in close, and they began kissing again.

That kiss was even better than their previous one. Christine was so overcome that she actually swooned in his arms. He felt her slipping and realized that he needed to hold her up. In the process, one of his hands slipped down to her ass and wound up clutching one of her ass cheeks.

Christine definitely noticed, and it redoubled her arousal. Suddenly she went from practically fainting to almost tackling him to the ground. Her hands clawed at his back and her head tilted this way and that while their lips locked until they ran out of breath. Then they gasped for air and went right back at it.

Alan's hand stayed on her ass, where it was joined by one of hers. He was pressing in so closely that he couldn't help but rub his erection against her body. However, he was worried that would freak her out, so he was careful to keep his legs in such a position that his boner couldn't really press tightly against her sex.

As they kissed, he thought, Oh God, man, what a kiss! And what an ass! I love this ass! I swear, it's just as firm and hard as Heather's! Damn! I'm in heaven!

He'd been keeping his eyes closed to better savor all the sensations. But for some reason he sensed a presence, so he opened his eyes. He was shocked to see Susan peeking into the room and looking right at him. She gave him a friendly wave, a big toothy smile, and an approving thumbs up.

Unfortunately, that freaked him out so much that he broke the kiss, then soon disengaged altogether. He was afraid Susan might say something or make some kind of hand gesture that Olga or someone else standing nearby might witness.

With the kissing over, a sense of awkwardness swept back into the room. Alan stumbled through his words: "Um, good, uh ... practice ... kiss ... I'll, uh ... We'll talk later. Okay?"

"Okay."

He rushed out of the room. When he got to Susan, he muttered to her under his breath, "Don't say a word! Not now!"

She nodded, and then the two of them walked away. But Susan was practically skipping down the hall, she was so happy for her son.

Chapter 3

Lars drove while Christine and Olga sat in the back. The three of them made some small talk about Christine's health and what had happened at the hospital.

But it wasn't long before Lars and Olga got to what they were most interested in talking about. In fact, Olga had sat in the back seat precisely so she could look Christine in the eye while having this discussion. She started things off by commenting, "So ... pretty interesting, don't you think? The way that Amy kissed Alan just before you two were carried away in the ambulance."