6 Times a Day

Chapter 1236 - 1230 [2.5K Words]

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[Christine Sneak Peak]

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Alan said, "Wow, that sounds pretty extreme. But as long as you're here, what's this about the football players?"

So far, everything Christine had said was more or less true, given that she didn't understand her own real motivations. But now she blatantly lied. "I have some new information. It's vague, and I can't reveal the source, but there's a strong chance that the football players are going to launch some kind of attack against you during the football game tomorrow."

The truth was, Christine really was concerned about the possibility of that happening, but all she had to go on was gut instinct. She thought that if she told a white lie, putting a little fear into Alan and making sure that he took some reasonable precautions could only be a good thing, while it also helped her explain why she had to speak to him right away.

Alan looked thoughtful. "Hmmm. that sounds serious." But in fact he wasn't that worried. He figured that the football players would have their hands full getting ready for the game and then playing it. Just because the game put them and the cheerleaders, including Amy and Katherine, into close proximity, was no cause for immediate alarm. There were simply too many people around.

This latest news though gave Alan a new reason for concern, but he decided he'd worry about that later. Right now, he was more interested in staring at Christine's nearly naked body. He'd seen bits of her body exposed here and there, most especially her deep cleavage on their last couple of dates, and he'd seen her in a one-piece bathing suit on their own beach outing. But to see her in an actual form-revealing bikini was almost beyond his wildest hopes. And not only that, but the bikini barely fit her, especially on top. Tit flesh was spilling over everywhere. It looked like her bikini was two sizes too small for her, and that's because it was.

He thought about it. I can't believe Christine's wearing a bikini. Heck, it kind of blows my mind that she even owns one. Now that I think about it, it's pretty remarkable I got to see her in a one-piece bathing suit last time. I've never even heard of anyone seeing her at a beach or a pool, period. She probably avoids those situations because she doesn't like people staring and drooling over her bodacious body more than they already do. Since it's Thanksgiving, it's not like she could have rushed out and bought one, and even if she did, she'd buy one that fits. No, that must be her mother's. I know her mother is pretty stacked, but she doesn't have Christine's huge F-cups. So why would Christine go to all this length to see me on the beach, and do it in her mother's bikini of all things?

He was partially correct in his guess about her choice of bikinis. She did own a couple of bikinis of her own, which she used sometimes when swimming in her family's backyard pool. But she'd chosen to wear her mother's the next time she went to the beach with Alan, correctly figuring

that the tight fit would be even more sexually alluring. However, she didn't really want Glory to see her like that!

His mental gears were moving slowly because he was so engrossed in looking at Christine. Between Christine watching where his eyes went and Glory watching him like an eagle ready to dive, he knew he had to be very careful. But his brief glances down from Christine's face were like little slices of heaven.

Long moments passed since he had said "Hmmm, that sounds serious." There already was plenty of tension in the air, and the prolonged silence was making all three of them that much more uncomfortable.

Christine finally decided that he wasn't going to say anything more, and was about to speak. She started to say, "It is."

But then Alan spoke up after all. "I came across a shocking statistic the other day. Did you know that 25 percent of all blonde women are being medicated for one mental disorder or another? Isn't that alarming?"

Both Glory and Christine looked at him like he was an alien that had just landed there on the beach. They were trying to figure out why he was mentioning such a completely irrelevant statistic.

After a well timed pause, he gave the punch line: "That means a shocking 75 perfect go untreated."

Christine clued in, followed right away by Glory. Both of them couldn't help but laugh.

"You jackass," Christine replied. She struck an aggressive pose, and if she was prepared to jump him. "If anyone needs to be medicated for a mental disorder, it's the only non-blonde here!" She aggressively wagged a finger in his face, even as she continued to chuckle.

"You got that right," Glory chimed in, while also still chuckling. "You're the only nutcase here."

Despite their initial confusion and indignation, they both realized what he'd done and were grateful for it. He'd used the fact that they were both blonde to briefly unite them against him, and thus reduce the tension between them. The situation was still awkward, but it had improved considerably.

Christine asked Glory, "Does he pester you with dumb blonde jokes all the time?"

Glory smirked as she replied, "No, thank God. He knows I'd flunk him out if he did. But I've heard that he frequently unleashes his 'sense of humor' on you. You have my full sympathy." She made mocking quote marks in the air as she said "sense of humor." After receiving a grateful grin from Christine, she asked, "But what's this about the football players? I'd like to hear more about that."

Christine replied, "Of course. But before we get into that, can I ask how you two wound up here? Or is that getting too personal?"

Alan turned to Glory to let her know that she should field that one. Since Glory's job was on the line, he didn't want to say something that he shouldn't.

Glory growled, "It is."

He gave her a look that said, "Please behave."

So Glory said testily, "Well, there's no big story here. It doesn't take a rocket scientist given the rumors you've probably heard."

"I've... heard some things, yes."

"And you probably know that I surf. I finally managed to drag Alan to the beach - I'd been dropping hints for some weeks now. As to why a nude beach, well, the idea was to combine good surfing with a remote locale so we wouldn't be bothered by nosy people who might recognize us."

If looks could kill, the look Glory gave Christine right then would have finished her off. Hands off, you ridiculously busty genius freak! He's MINE! I can tell you have the hots for him. A prudish girl like you isn't going to "just happen" to come to the beach in a bikini, much less one like THAT! I'll admit that you've got the look that he loves, but looks aren't everything. He loves me, and I love him! So take your absurdly perfect body and get out of here!

But Christine was no shrinking violet and her glare back was just as deadly. What kind of teacher are you, Ms. Rhymer? A slut teacher, that's what! And to think that you were one of my favorites until now. Alan's been promising to take me to the beach again for over a week. This should be OUR special time! I've dressed like this for HIM! You don't belong. Get the hell out of here so we can be alone!

Alan had to stifle a laugh. He found the thinly veiled animosity between the two women to be both flattering and slightly amusing. But at the same time he realized he shouldn't laugh because the situation was fraught with danger. He didn't want Glory and Christine to turn into enemies.

Christine blushed and looked down for a moment, then stared Glory in the eye. "I know, I'm sorry. I do have a reputation for being nosy, but I'm trying to be better. I've started to realize that gossip isn't just a game; it involves real lives and real reputations. I have a moral code that I live by and remaining true to that is extremely important to me. If I tell anyone about you two being here today, I'll not only betray both of you, but I'll betray myself. I try to be a good and moral person to help people, not hurt them. I'd have to be an awful, spiteful, selfish, evil person to say a single word."

A half-smile crossed Glory's face. "Yes, we both know someone like that, don't we?"

Christine was confused until she realized Glory was talking about Heather. She smirked and nodded while tugging her far-too-tight bikini top back into place yet again.

Glory nodded back, relaxed, smiled more broadly and continued in a normal voice, "It's pointless to deny what we all know. Yes, Alan and I are an item. And this kind of beach is a place for adventurous, loving couples. Don't worry; I'm not blind. I know that he has other lovers. I'm sure you know about those rumors too, the things Amy has said about sharing, and they're pretty much all true. I know I can't have all of him, but I figure it's better to have him sometimes than not have him at all."

Christine's whole body jerked in surprise as she sat up. Ms. Rhymer knows she's sharing Alan?! And she's okay with that? Wait a minute! What am I thinking? Of course she knows: not only does Amy tell every person she meets that he's her "official boyfriend," but she's blabbed all over the school about him having other lovers too. Wow! What kind of amazing lover could have even his teacher okay with such an arrangement, let alone taking part in it? He must be the best lover on the planet! And I let him get away. Damn! I've just gotta do something about that! If she'd just leave already, I could make my move!

Glory suspected what Christine was thinking, but she finished her statement, "So now you know everything, but I'm sure it's nothing a sharp girl like you couldn't put together anyway, after seeing us like this, plus during lunchtime last Wednesday."

Christine nodded, lost in thought. Her feelings were very confused. She was still trying to convince herself that she was okay with just remaining platonic with Alan, but seeing him with Glory set her heart aflame. Not only did it stir her competitive instincts, but she had her heart set on spending more time at the beach with just Alan, and she wanted that very badly. However, she was having trouble fully acknowledging her real desires, partly because she didn't know whether she should act on them, and if she did, what she should do exactly.

She'd been trying to avoid looking at their nudity by resolutely staring in Alan's eyes and nowhere else. But she'd turned to look at Glory while she was speaking, and then when Glory said "after seeing us like this," she couldn't help briefly looking down at their naked bodies.

Glory was deliberately sitting in such a way that her legs were covering her pussy, just to be on the safe side in case the towel she was holding fell out of place. Her hips were turned some to achieve this, leaving a side view of almost all of one ass cheek exposed. And the way she held the towel over her chest was extremely precarious; just a couple of inches' movement to the right or left would expose one or both nipples.

Christine realized that, cleverly, Glory was simultaneously being modest by covering up somewhat and also striking a sexy pose to keep Alan's attention. She quite possibly looked even more alluring holding up the towel than if she were completely naked. It made one want to watch and see whether the towel would fall out of place, since even a good gust of wind could lead to interesting exposures.

Her eyes didn't linger on Glory for long though, partly out of embarrassment and partly because she felt no sexual interest in her, but mainly because her eyes went straight to Alan's crotch. True, there was a strategically placed towel covering up the entire area, but he made no

attempt to hide the rather ominous bulge there that could only be his erection. His towel poked up just like a mini-teepee.

Christine was hopelessly fascinated by the sight. She wished with all her might for some kind of accident to occur that would cause the towel to slide off. But seeing as that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon, she also made sure to check out his bare chest and legs. He was no muscular Adonis, but his body was filling out quite nicely. Her nipples had already been hard even before she sat down, and she could feel her excitement continuing to grow. She silently cursed the fact that Glory was there too, putting a serious damper on any possibility of seducing him.

Finally, Christine's eyes finished the grand tour and made their way back to Glory's face. Her competitive instincts flared when she saw Glory's look of charitably amused tolerance. She said, "Let me just repeat that I'm not going to tell anything to anyone. You're right that there are rumors about you two floating around already - lots of rumors. So even if I did say something without any proof, all it would do is throw one more wild rumor out there. Ms. Rhymer, I think you're a great teacher - and to do something that might get you fired, well, I just wouldn't do that. Even though I think that a relationship between a student and teacher is just plain wrong."

Glory turned red. "Excuse me?"

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