6 Times a Day

Chapter 1238 - 1233 [3.5K words]

"ALAN!"

He heard Glory yelling, which snapped him out of his daydream. His eyes had been open all the while, still staring back and forth between Christine and Glory, but his mind had been elsewhere. From the stupid grin on his face, the other two assumed that he'd fallen asleep and been having a happy dream.

Glory yelled again, "Alan!"

He pulled his sunglasses down to show he was awake. "What, already?" Then he pushed them back up.

Glory pointed at his crotch. "Your towel, you big doof!"

He looked down. In his excitement, his dick had been twitching and eventually twitched the towel right off. His erection was pointing straight up in all its bare glory.

He looked over at Christine and saw that her jaw had just about hit the ground.

She was stunned. She stood up as if she'd just seen a poisonous snake in his lap and suddenly needed to escape. She was appalled, but at the same time intrigued and aroused. She'd seen bulges in his shorts many, many times, and even recently seen the top inch of his cockhead protruding from his shorts, but she'd previously visualized his fully erect penis only in her dreams. She saw that all the rumors about how thick and long his penis was were completely true.

She'd more or less calmed down, thanks to focusing on discussing the problems at school. But suddenly her heart began to thump like crazy. Worse, her nipples and pussy throbbed needfully, and yet she certainly couldn't touch herself. She was almost totally unfamiliar at how to cope with being so aroused in a public place.

Alan could only go by Christine's shocked facial expression, and he felt bad. Then he realized that this was real life and not just another fantasy, and thus there were certain rules of decency that he was obliged to follow. "Oops!" He quickly put the towel back in place.

Glory sighed. "'Oops'? Tell me that wasn't intentional."

"No, really! I guess I kind of faded out there. I was in la-la land."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I can believe that much, or maybe it was ta-ta land." She cast a quick, discouraging glance at Christine's remarkable rack. "You're just a hopeless case.

Sometimes I think your whole brain has migrated down there. Can you at least cover up with something more secure? You're just asking for trouble with that towel hanging loosely, and Christine here is obviously very sensitive about nudity."

"NO!" Christine shouted a little too quickly. "Er, I mean, I can handle it. I'm not a prude. In fact, I feel foolish in a bikini while you and Glory are essentially naked. I'm no coward. Besides, this top is two sizes too small, as I'm sure you can see, and it's driving me crazy. Since I'm at a nude beach, the least I can do is take off my top."

Now it was Glory's turn to shout "NO!" Then she too tried to tone it down. "What I mean is, you don't have to do that. I can put my bikini back on. I have it here in my bag somewhere."

Christine had cried out impulsively, mostly because she was frustrated that Alan had put the towel back over his still extremely rigid erection. She felt like a child who'd just been handed a new toy, only to see it get snatched away. She wanted a longer and much closer look. So she hadn't really been thinking when she offered to take her top off; she'd just said that in desperation in the hope of getting him completely nude.

But now she considered her offer seriously. Should I really do it? Hell, why not? It'll drive Glory nuts! She can't compete with my body or my bust and she knows it. That's why she's being so 'helpful' in trying to talk me out of it. And if I'm going to get Alan off of his 'Let's just be friends' duff, I'm going to have to take drastic measures. "Fortune favors the brave.'" It wasn't Sun Tzu who said it; I think it was Virgil, but it's true just the same. Besides, Sun Tzu did say, "In the middle of chaos there is also opportunity," and that's almost the same.

Not only that, but Glory's admitted that Alan has multiple lovers and she's okay with that, so why can't she be okay with me being one of them too? Knowing him, it's not like he's gonna MIND if I take my top off. Hell, I can barely get him to look up at my face most of the time as it is. He'll love it and it'll make him want me!

But on the other hand, this is pretty ridiculous. I mean, who do I think I am? Am I going to snatch him away from Glory right under her nose? Is that why I came to the beach? I'm not like that, am I? Am I some kind of shameless hussy? That's not what a proper lady would do. Hell, I must be out of my mind to even think of getting naked in front of him! That smacks of desperation, it's underhanded, and it's downright shameless!

Awww hell. Screw it.

She stood up, undid the tie in the back holding her bikini top up, and let it fall down her body.

There were two very loud gasps from Alan and Glory. That just made the blush on Christine's face even deeper than it already had been.

Alan's hormones were boiling over. The fact that he was nearly naked and merely had to sit up for his towel to fall aside didn't help matters. He'd just been fantasizing about Christine taking

her top off, literally for more than the last two years, but now the reality was infinitely better than the dream.

He felt like a raging beast with Christine as his delectable prey. It was all he could do not to leap up and ravage her. Her melon-sized breasts were in constant motion, bouncing and jiggling in every direction. The effect was like two neon signs screaming, "Touch me! Take me!"

And had it just been Alan and Christine, he probably would have lost all control. But then he looked at Glory and everything changed. Suddenly his mind was flooded with memories. He relived her laughing and joking with his family mere hours before, then making out in the elevator, then Glory leaping at him in bed. But mostly he thought of their time together walking on the beach just before Christine had arrived, and the feeling of love and closeness that he had felt and continued to feel. There was no way he could even think of touching Christine with Glory on his mind. Even the urge to do so just dissipated.

Christine could see the lust in his eyes, so she asked excitedly, "Alan, you know I've got such fair skin. Could you do me a favor and put some suntan lotion on me? You've done it before, you know."

He thought back to when he'd applied lotion all over her back during their beach outing a week and a half ago. That's true, although she definitely wasn't topless then! Hot damn! If only Glory wasn't here! No, wait. It's better if she is. Christine and I have to stay just friends. Period! Even though it looks like Christine is coming on to me. No way! Christine?! Wanting me?! Oh God! That blows my mind!

He replied, "I'd better not. After all, we've promised each other to be just platonic friends, so that would just be asking for trouble, especially since you're so incredibly beautiful."

He turned to Glory and took his sunglasses off completely so she could see his eyes. He stared directly at her face and smiled at her.

Glory was amazed for a moment. She could scarcely believe that Alan was looking at her and not going ga-ga over Christine's outrageous hooters, not to mention the rest of her perfect body. Even though she was determinedly not bisexual, she had to admit that Christine had just about the most physically perfect body she'd ever seen. She's almost as incredible as Suzanne, physically speaking, though she doesn't have Suzanne's magical spark. Yet he's looking at boring old me!

But then she thought, I need to have more faith in my lover. Christine just gave it her best shot and she got totally slammed! She obviously doesn't have a clue how to flirt or seduce. She uses her big breasts as a crutch, figuring she can get anything she wants with them.

But Alan's teaching ME a very important lesson here: there are more important things than looks. Things like love. She looked back at him and gave him a warm, loving smile.

There was a long, awkward pause as both Christine and Glory waited for Alan to say or do something more, but he simply continued to stare into Glory's eyes as if Christine wasn't even there, and waited for her response.

Finally, he asked, "So, what were you two talking about? Did I miss anything important?"

Glory was all smiles as she replied, "No, not really. I guess the two of us got a little carried away venting about Heather. But you've heard it all before. I suppose the bottom line is, beware of treachery from her direction." Then, as if on a whim, she said, "By the way, I think Christine has the right idea. We are at a nude beach, after all." She abruptly dropped the towel she'd been holding over her chest.

Christine had been poised to walk to Alan so he could apply suntan lotion on her breasts and everywhere else, but she sat back down in frustration. She thought, What was I thinking?! I didn't know it was possible, but I feel even MORE foolish now! Did I expect him to just start kissing and fondling me with Glory right here? It's obvious they're in love - just look at the way they look at each other. That's what I want. And that's who I want. Alan!

But I need a plan! Since I've got Sun Tzu on my mind, remember that he said, "Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win." I've been acting far too rashly!

Glory did Christine a huge favor by exposing her chest as well. Had Christine been the only topless woman, her awkwardness and shame would have been almost unbearable. But with both of them topless, Christine could just pass it off as simply being nude on a nude beach and not the desperate, clumsy quest for Alan's attention that it really had been.

As the seconds passed, Christine realized that Glory's decision to remove her towel must have been a deliberate act to help her out of an awkward situation. Had Glory been someone like Heather, she could have twisted the knife in and mercilessly mocked Christine's situation. At the very least, Glory could have just done nothing. But instead, Glory was magnanimous and acted like a friend. Christine couldn't understand why she'd done that, but she was very grateful nonetheless.

Glory wasn't quite sure why she'd done it either. True, it was strategically wise to not make an enemy out of Christine, but it was more than that. She both admired Christine as one of the smartest and most upstanding students in the school in years, and took pity on her for the way that she was so obviously struggling to understand and get control over her raging teenage hormones.

Alan also took pity on Christine. He could sense her frustration. She was not used to losing, ever, and she seemed positively baffled at herself for acting so rashly. However, he knew that Christine was the kind of person who had a relentless work ethic; when presented with a problem she attacked it like a relentless pit bull. So he quickly distracted her by saying, "The sun is going down and it's getting cold here. Christine, let's hear your plan on what to do about the football game. I say we can't just wait around until they strike. Is there some kind of way to go on the offensive?"

A host of mixed emotions crossed Christine's face until a look of resolve took over. She looked down at her bare chest and wondered if she should cover up, if only with her arms. But she decided to brave it out. She looked up and said firmly, "There is. That's my thought exactly. To use another military axiom, the best defense is a good offense. I say we set a trap, and here's how we do it. Actually, Ms. Rhymer, Glory, I'm glad you're here because I can use your help as well..."

Soon Christine was all business as she discussed her plans and schemes like a general going to war. But she was so smart that she could talk about one thing while thinking about something else, so even while she was verbally laying out her strategies, she thought, Well today I guess I've completely fucked up in every way possible. I've made a huge fool of myself coming here in the first place, and then I make this desperate move taking my top off and Alan slaps me down! It feels like love shaves off about 50 IQ points. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. And worst of all, maybe he well and truly means what he says about wanting to just be friends.

But I can't believe that. When I was walking towards him, his penis was half-hard at best, and he's been as stiff and long as a flagpole ever since I arrived. That can't all be for Glory - he's aroused by me! Very aroused! Speaking of strategies, I came here without a plan and without even a clue. Sun Tzu would slap me upside the head for my stupidity! But I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.

Next time, I need to catch him ALONE. I saw how he looked at me when I first took my top off. Heck, he's been staring at my body with outright lust ever since I arrived. He nearly lost control for a moment there. I just need a better plan. If there's one thing that's true about me, it's that I never give up until I get what I want.

Having him all for myself, well, I had my chance but now it's too late for that. Even if I could pull it off, there would be too many broken hearts. But he's going to be the one to make me a woman and I'm just NOT going to take a no for an answer on that one! After that, who knows? He did ask me out first. Maybe... maybe we could have something special.

While she was thinking these things, she didn't skip a beat in presenting her detailed and well thought out ideas on how to neutralize and overcome the football player threat. Realizing the value of Glory's "kryptonite" teacher status, she made sure to fully engage Glory. She adjusted her schemes on the fly to incorporate Glory in clever ways while using Alan's suggestion to make changes from time to time to avoid predictability.

All in all, it was a very impressive presentation.

Through it all, she remained acutely aware that her chest was still bare. And even though Alan was resolute in not looking at her there, she discovered the mere fact that she was semi-naked in front of him was making her hot. Very hot. And wet. To make matters worse, she couldn't stop thinking about his throbbing erection. It was a testament to her multitasking abilities and her high IQ that she could be so distracted and yet so verbally coherent at the same time.

Meanwhile, Alan was slowly dying of frustration as he resolutely kept his gaze above the neck for both Glory and Christine. He was determined to prove to Glory that he wouldn't waver in his love for her simply because such a luscious pair of big, bare breasts were placed before him.

He was so stiff and obvious in his attempts that after a while Glory found herself downright amused by his efforts. She was very pleased, but also very amused.

Finally, Christine's presentation wound down.

Glory was first to speak. "Very impressive, Christine. I can see you take your bodyguard duties most seriously. I, for one, give the plan a thumbs up. What do you say, Alan?"

He turned his head towards Glory, but he was trying so hard to control his muscles that it looked like he was wearing a neck brace. "Definitely. Especially when you compare it with my plan, which was the 'duh, flail about with no plan' plan."

Glory smirked. "And speaking of impressive, Christine, as a completely heterosexual woman, I have to say that by any standards you have a remarkable body and impressive chest. You should be proud of yourself. And Alan, for a self-avowed 'tit man', that's a mighty impressive display of self-control you just showed. I know the point you were trying to make, and I love you for it. In fact, you've left me feeling so secure in your love for me that you have my permission to look anywhere you like. Assuming Christine doesn't mind, of course."

"Really?!" he asked with the unabashed excitement of a little kid.

Glory smirked and laughed out loud. "Really. But museum rules: you can look all you want, but don't touch."

His eyes immediately flew to Christine's chest as if pulled by powerful magnets. He even let out a happy sigh.

Both Christine and Glory laughed, and for once Christine didn't make any protest at his blatant staring. She even proudly thrust her chest out a little.

Christine asked Glory, "He's just a big kid, isn't he?"

"He is," Glory agreed, still grinning. "What is it with guys and big breasts? I don't understand.

I would say it must be something hardwired except that I know plenty of guys who are more reasonable about it. Alan though, he's just a hopeless case." She rolled her eyes.

Christine laughed even as she was starting to feel increasingly self-conscious at Alan's attentions. She liked it, but she feared she liked it too much. She had to be careful not to say or do anything else impulsive and foolish. She was also very abashed about the fact that her nipples were erect. She joked, "Well, I for one am not complaining. Now that I've turned his brain to mush with these things, I'm going to make him do all my homework."

It was Alan's turn to snort. "Yeah, right. If you want to fail your classes."

Glory clapped her hands. "Okay, kids. I for one am getting cold. I say we pack up and head out."

Christine longed to figure out how to go from that comment to the excuse that her nipples were erect because of the weather. But bringing up her nipples was only potentially even more embarrassing, so she stayed silent.

The three of them put their clothes back on. Alan used the towel wrapped around the waist trick to change so he wouldn't expose himself again.

Alan made a lot of jokes. He even pretended to cry like a petulant child as the bikini tops went back on, which got some wry smiles.

Christine said, "This didn't happen, right? None of us were here. Nobody took their tops off. I certainly am not any the wiser about what you two do together outside of school. Are we all in agreement on that?"

Alan and Glory agreed emphatically.