Chapter 16: Evening Snack

Christine seemed like a different girl on Monday. She walked with her head held high; she looked me directly in the eye when I asked her a question and for some reason her classmates noticed the difference. There were even a couple subtle advances as if to be friends, especially by Julia Whittier.

It was more than two weeks since I devirginated Julia Whittier and although I truly wanted to have her again I was afraid. My Friday night flirtation with Christine Hansen had taken me dangerously close to doing it again but now that Irene was available I should be safe.

Thursday evening was miserable, windy and rainy and cold and maybe a harbinger of oncoming winter. I warmed myself with scotch, noting that I must soon order some more when the ding ding of my doorbell rang.

"My God Christine! You're soaked!" I exclaimed when I opened the door to find the Hansen girl dressed only on her school uniform shuddering and dripping under the downpour. I pulled her inside and snapped off the light. Hopefully on a night like this nobody would see anything.

"Sit down ... I'll get a towel," and I led the drenched girl to the sofa where we'd had such a hot time six days ago. Her luscious breasts showed under her wet blouse in virtual naked detail and with the cold her nipples were sticking out like large caliber bullets.

"I ... I ... I'm shorry Mr. Ashpen," she shivered and stammered, her words slurred by her shivers. "I know I'm not s'posed to come here but ... like ... hannh," and she dissolved into sobs.

I sat beside her, put my arms around her and she buried her face in my chest as she sobbed. "You'll get pneumonia in these wet clothes, Christine. Come to my bedroom and you can change into my robe while I put your things in the dryer."

"Hanh ... all right," she sniffled and followed me. My terry cloth robe was too big for her and it was held together by only a loose belt but it would serve the purpose. I stood with my back to her while she took off her clothes and donned the robe and then I headed for the dryer.

"Can we wait in here Mr. Aspen. It's warmer here ... I like it."

"Whatever you want sweetie," I replied and when I came back she was seated on the edge of the wide bed, still shivering from her exposure.

"You should take a hot shower Christine ... you're still chilled. I'll get you a fresh towel and as soon as I brought the towel my shapely schoolgirl, with a look if gratitude, went to the shower stall off the bedroom. She glanced back over her shoulder as if to ensure that I was leaving the room.

"Now Christine, what's the matter? How can I help?" The damp but now warm girl, fresh from the hot shower was sitting on the edge of my bed as I sat with an arm protectively around her. At least I was telling myself I was being protective.

"Hannh. Hanhh," she sobbed in a new paroxysm. "Hold me Mr. Aspen. I'm so ashamed."

"What do you have to be ashamed about Christine," I consoled, my arms holding her close, her warm face pressed to my chest which was now bare since my robe had opened.

"It's her ... and Reverend Whittier. They're not praying. I saw them tonight. In bed," and her body jerked and squirmed at the recollection. "They're sinners."

"Don't be too hasty Christine ... they're being like God made them. Maybe your Dad spends too much time with Mrs. Gonzales ... and the Reverend is consoling your mother. She's a beautiful woman ... but not as beautiful as you ... but she needs love."

"But? But? Oh Mr. Aspen. You make things sound so good."

My gorgeous schoolgirl was looking at me with her big, blue, tear-filled eyes and an expression of complete trust on her face. Just one kiss would be all right I rationalized. If I kiss her and help her quench her adolescent libido she will better understand her mother's infidelity.

"Can I kiss you again, Christine? That was the most wonderful kiss of my life last Friday.

"Please Mr. Aspen ... please do."

This time there was hardly any preliminary before her mouth was opened wide and she was sucking on my tongue. Her arms were around my neck and as we tongue-wrestled our robes opened and her big, firm breasts were rubbing nakedly on my hairy chest.

"What were your Mom and the Reverend doing Christine?"

"Hanh ... didn't see ... they were upside down."

As if trying to blank out what she saw the girl's mouth assaulted mine hungrily and I slipped my hands under her robe to caress her bare back.

"Upside down?"

"Mom's head was at his ... at his ... waist? And his was ... like? I don't know what saw?"

"That's a special kiss Christine ... not really adultery." I slid my lips down from the girl's luscious, sweet mouth, across her flawless, teenage neck and found the delightful swell of her right breast. When the broad of my tongue licked the tip of her breast the areola crinkled instantly and swelled out like a small cone that blended to the thick, rubbery nipple projecting therefrom.

"Oh! Oh my!" She cried out and as I eased her down on the bed on her back she was totally acquiescent. I opened her robe fully to bare her body from her large, high titmounds across her barely convex belly to the wispy frizzles of her sparse pubic hair. What a contrast I thought to Irene's hirsute adornment.

Fifteen year old Christine Hansen lay tense but unresisting as my lips traversed her ripe, young body. My hands moved under her perfectly formed little bottom,

My innocent schoolgirl lay tense but unresisting as I gently explored her shapely ass, cupping and squeezing the pneumatic hemispheres, then tracing the outline of her lush ass, then along the crack between those sweet cheeks.

"Do you mind Christine ... can I feel your lovely body?"

"Mmmm ... yes Mr. Aspen ... it's all right."

I explored every inch of her naked body while our mouths meshed in a sloppy, tongue-tangling kiss. Her bulging, swollen nipples felt perfect, in fact exquisite. Her alabaster neck, her smooth soft chest, her convex little tummy, her shapely legs were all available to me and I was sure that more was mine to caress but I couldn't, not with her.