6 Times a Day

Chapter 1239 - 1234 [2K words]

The three of them walked together back up the cliff face to the parking lot.

Christine marveled at how wet her pussy had become. Even as she walked she felt the desire to say or do something that would make Alan kiss her. I don't understand my body. Being ashamed of my nakedness seems to arouse me still more. Way too much, in fact! I seem to have this submissive streak. It's like my body is betraying me and has its own agenda. How do I fix that?!

Alan offered to carry the surfboard again, and once more Glory demurred, insisting on carrying it herself. Again, she called it her "baby."

That caused him to quip, "Man, I feel sorry for the doctor who had to perform the delivery!"

As they walked up the steep trail, Glory thought, Suzanne was so wise in telling me that Alan really needed my help. She might even have pulled some strings to get us back together, but I don't care. Heck, it just makes me love, er, I mean admire, her even more. But she's not perfect. She went way too far, too fast with this medical treatment scheme of hers. He must feel like he's been hit by a hurricane. I can't just leave him twisting in the wind.

Alan was pleasantly surprised that Christine and Glory seemed to be getting along relatively well. It had been touch and go at first. He knew it wasn't just that he'd been diplomatic.

He thought, For one thing, there's the rule that people unite when faced with a common threat. Right now, we're all united in trying to overcome this whole football player problem. Plus, the two of them seem to have found common ground big time over the Heather issue. But I think it's more than just those things. I gather that Glory feels Christine isn't going to steal me away from her. At least not right now. Not only did she retract her claws, but she actually started treating Christine nicely, even though Christine came in and spoiled our private time together. Glory definitely has class.

And that was just beyond bizarre how Christine shucked off her top like that. I still can't believe I finally got to see her magnificent boobs in all their glory! Woo-hoo!

But she seems resigned to the fact that Glory and I are serious. I hope she understands that I really am determined to stick to my "friends only" vow. It's not that I don't lust after her - God only knows I do! But if I spread myself out any more, even Plastic Man is gonna be incredulous.

All in all, maybe Christine's coming here was a lucky break. For now, at least, we're working as a team and Glory wouldn't have become part of our strategic plans if not for this strange turn of events. If we can just hold that together through tomorrow, maybe we can all make it through this football game in one piece.

Back in the parking lot, Alan saw Christine unlock the door to her car with a key, though he had no clue where the key came from, given that she had approached them wearing nothing but a bikini, without even sandals. He chalked it up as just another of those female mysteries. Once she got into her car, she put on a T-shirt and shorts. Then she came over and gave him a goodbye hug.

He really enjoyed that hug, especially the way Christine put a little extra wiggle into it. He was also pleased to see Christine give Glory a friendly goodbye wave and Glory return it with a friendly wave.

But what he didn't know was that even while they were smiling and waving at each other, Christine was thinking, I used to think that my biggest competition to Alan's heart was going to be Amy. And Amy's a big problem, there's no doubt about it. But now I can see that Glory's going to be just as much trouble!

And Glory was thinking, I'm glad that Alan put Christine in her place. For now. But I know this isn't over. Not by a long shot. In a way, I'd rather have him screw a bitchy floozy like Heather than have him get involved with Christine, because she's potential wife material. I doubt he could have resisted her if I hadn't been there. But I'm not gonna stand by and just let her snatch my man away from me!

When Alan sat down in the passenger's seat of Glory's car, she shot him an amused yet exasperated look. She started the engine. "Some guys have all the luck. You know that she's totally moony about you, don't you?"

"She is now," he sheepishly groaned in agreement, "but since I've gotten this big overhyped reputation, she's hardly the only one. I've made the decision that there's only one of me and too many women I love already. I want to focus on you and my family, Glory. I mean it."

Glory snorted as she started to drive. "Me, your family, and if that isn't bad enough, probably about another dozen women you're casually bonking on the side. But what's crazy is that I love you anyway. What happened on this beach outing alone, between your dangerously excellent pussy licking and all the romantic things you said and did, well, you've turned me into one big pile of goo! I'm helpless as a bowl of mush. I hope you're happy, young man!"

But despite her seemingly frustrated words, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She realized that she was in love, deeply in love, and that Alan really loved her back. The fact that he didn't neglect her in favor of Christine's more ample charms helped prove that. And as long as that was true, she felt she'd be able to manage all the other craziness brought about by Alan's far too rampant, active cock.

Out of the blue, she asked him, "So, you think you're going to boink her?"

"Who?" "You know who!"

"Christine? No way. You heard about the platonic promise I made."

Glory studied him closely even while she drove. Finally, she said, "The funny thing is, I believe you actually mean that. But you will," she predicted. "She's relentless and she wants you something awful."

But he didn't buy it. "Why doesn't anyone believe me?" he complained.

"We'll see. It hurts me to imagine you and her together, but surprisingly, in her case, it doesn't completely kill me to at least contemplate it in the abstract."

"So that means you'd be okay with it?"

"Hardly!" she scoffed. "Look, I know you have special feelings for her, and that worries me big time. But we do have this 'Don't ask, don't tell' arrangement, and that applies to her as well. I know that you love me, and I'm not going to worry about what you do with yourself when I'm not around. I won't! I won't!" She was as much trying to convince herself on this last point as she was trying to convince him.

"I do love you, Glory," he said tenderly.

She smiled and looked at him wickedly. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm driving, young man, or I'd eat you all up."

The parking lot at the top of the cliff was just a dirt lot with no facilities, not even a Port-o-Potty. However, as Glory drove her car, Alan spotted some public showers near the entrance to the state park and asked if they could stop there. She did, and they quickly showered.

Alan thought as he showered, I'm just terrible. When I'm with Glory, I'm mentally with her 100 percent. That's just how I am. I don't even want Christine to distract me, though she obviously did somewhat. But now that we're heading home I can't help but think that my dick is gonna see a lot of action as soon as I get home and I'd better get all the sand cleaned off. It almost feels like cheating on Glory to shower now, but that's just now my life is. What am I supposed to do?

Alan noticed that Glory had put on lipstick and even a little makeup after her shower.

He was still catching up on his sleep deficit though, so he slept nearly all the way home while Glory drove.

As she headed up Highway Five, she quietly exulted. Love. So this is what real love feels like. He turned her down! I kept worrying that I've just been the 'blowjob from the sexy teach during lunch' for him, but it isn't just sex for him! He really, really loves me! ME! He's strong and yet still so vulnerable - he needs me. And he knows he needs me. But I need him - we need each other.

If only I'd gotten to him sooner. Suzanne would have seen we were in love and her scheme would have never happened in the first place. It would just be him and me. US! I've always dreamed of a honeymoon in Hawaii... Our own private villa right on our own private beach... Even better than kissing in the cold waves today, we could make love right on the warm Hawaii sand. Hell, we could do it neck deep in the warm ocean too!

Instead, I have to put up with him dipping his wick in Heather. And his sister. And his mother! Maybe even Christine soon, knowing him. It's so humiliating! Alan, why do I have to love you so much?!

Meanwhile, Christine just sat in her car in the parking lot. For many long minutes she just sat there, staring into space. But ever so slowly, tears began to trickle down her face.

She soon began to cry in earnest. She was the type of woman who almost never cried, but she'd also never really had serious boy problems to cry about until that moment.

Stupid love! I friggin' hate it! I wish I could just turn off these feelings. It's not fair! Why does Alan have to be a nice guy and a good friend AND the biggest goddamned stud on the whole friggin' planet?! Seeing him with Glory like that, it just about kills me! That should've been ME!

She dropped her head and fondly recalled the one time Alan had French kissed her. If only... If only...

Dammit, I've said that too many times lately. "If only." I can't deny it: my dreams of having him as my real boyfriend are completely crushed. "Official girlfriend" Amy has been bad enough, but seeing him with Glory seals it. And today I acted like some kind of complete laughingstock. How could things possibly get any worse?!

The tears flowed freely and she sobbed and wailed with complete abandon since there was no one there to see her.

Eventually she got her grief under control. I don't like this one bit. I feel completely helpless. I don't know the first thing about romance or sex or love or anything! Just stupid, useless book knowledge. GRRR! But I'm not going to flail about like a complete idiot anymore. I'm a winner, and I can win in this too. I just have to set realistic goals.

For starters, I'm going to get Alan to make me a woman. I may not be his only woman, but dammit, at the very least I'm gonna be one of his women, or my name isn't Christine Anderssen! I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get that dumb "friends only" idea out of his head. I'm not helpless. I have assets in more ways than one. Most guys would give their left testicle just to be with me - except for the only guy that I want! Isn't that how it always goes. But I can do this!

She sat up in her driver's seat. Christine wasn't the type to sit around and bemoan her fate; she was a woman of action. Plans were forming in her head and a new sense of resolve mostly swept away her feelings of sadness. She wiped her face dry and started her car.