Christie1 Christie1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


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Submitted: March 28, 2015

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Submitted: March 28, 2015




Matt got home in a foul mood. He had had a shitty week and a shitty day. He picked up his mail and started throwing away the junk piece by piece. “It's all junk,” he said out loud. As he started to sail the last piece into the trash, he quickly recognized that it wasn't junk. It was a red envelope apparently from a former neighbor by the address. He couldn't quite connect the address with a specific person until he opened it. It was an invitation for a high school graduation party this coming Saturday for Amy, the daughter of John and Christie Martin.

She was Christie Chase when he knew her in high school. They had become special friends over time and he always thought she was the prettiest girl in school. He played football and was determined to make good and, to that end, he regularly spent most Saturdays at the boardwalk going over his playbook and thinking about the previous nights game and ways to improve. He was first made 4th string right defensive guard and worked his way to 2nd string by the start of his senior year. One Saturday, Christie happened to be there. He was slowly eating an order of the world's greasiest french fries when she sat down with him. He was very surprised that she recognized him and even more surprised that she struck up a conversation with him. As many teen boys do, he thought of himself as an average guy and her as one of the very pretty untouchable girls. He always thought she had the smile of an angel and the body of a goddess. After that day, she made her way to the boardwalk on Saturdays where she knew he would be. After his return from college, he lived about 7 years in his hometown and gotten his current teaching job and was living in a city about two hours drive away. Since then, they had lost touch.

On the invitation, Christie had written a short note: 'Matt- Amy and I both have a surprise for you when you get here, Love, Christie. She dotted her I's with small hearts as she had done in high school in her notes to him and an O was a heart, too. He picked up the phone and dialed the R.S.V.P number . "Hello," said the soft feminine voice. “Hi, this is Matt.” I'm RSVPing for Amy's party."

"Hi Matt!", she squealed. "This is Amy! Are you coming to the party?"

"Yes, I wouldn't miss it. Congratulations."

“Mom will be disappointed she missed you. She isn't here right now but I'll tell her you are coming. . .No, I won't. Let's surprise her! Can you think of some excuse to give her for not coming?

“Sure. Sounds like fun. I just finished a project and I’ll pretend and I'm still working on that. I'll call you on your cell phone and. . .”

“That's this number.”

“Okay. I'll call Saturday with a message for her that tells her I'm coming. Sound okay?”

“Okay but what's the message?”

“I haven’t thought of it yet.”

“Mom is so excited to see you again. She's talked about almost nothing else. It's Matt this and Matt that. She really misses you.”

“I miss her, too. She was my best friend and pal in high school”

“Is it true you two never dated?”

“Yep. I asked her out a couple times but she seemed to be dating someone

else. Usually a first string star player. What's your news?”

“I'm going away to college in the fall and I'm majoring in geology. Mineralogy really. My ultimate goal is to be a gemologist.”

“Uh-oh. There's a lot you'll have to take a lot of math.”

“And I want to minor in math.”

“Hold on! Wait a minute! Am I speaking to the same Amy Martin who used to say 'I don't get it. I can't do it. I'm too dumb?”

“The very same and you always said 'You're not dumb, you're smart enough to do it' and 'Don't give up. You can do it.' Thanks for encouraging me and not giving up on me.”

I couldn't be more proud of you for not giving up on yourself.”

“I've gotta go now. Still a lot to do for the party. I'll tell her you called.”

“I'll call her tonight at about nine after my 7:30 class. I'll tell her about the project I don't have. You know the very important one for the school.”

“Right. I'll wait for your call Saturday. Gotta run. See ya'”

When Christie got home, Amy told Christie Matt had called and that he would call back after his class.

“What did he say? Is he seeing anyone?”

“He didn't mention anyone.”

“What else did he say?”

“Not much. I told him about me but I figured you would ask him any questions you had. He's going to call after his class tonight about nine. He'll be calling on my cell phone. Here it is.

Christie put it on the table next to the couch.

“It's off. My friends will just have to leave messages.” She turned it back on about eight.

Christie read and waited most of the time until his call. He announced he wouldn't take questions after class as he was as anxious to make the call as she was to receive it.

He called from his cell phone. “Hi, Christie. Matt here.”

“Hi, Honey! Amy said you called. How are you?”

“Good but I can't make it to the party. I'm involved with a big project at work and they want it done for the summer semester and and I'll be involved in it all weekend.”

“Damn! I wanted to see you!”

“I'll be there next weekend for sure!”

“You'd better be. I've missed you so much, Honey.”

“I've missed too, Sweetheart.”

“You'd better stop calling me Sweetheart or I might think you've got a thing for me.”

“Too late. That ship sailed from the board walk years ago. What would your husband think of that?”

“My ex husband. I'm happily divorced now. How about you?”

“I've never married.”

“I'm surprised a sweet, decent man like you hasn't found a ball and chain. Why not?”

“I've never felt as close to any woman like I did to you. I figured if a boy can have that kind of relationship with a woman, I could surely could carry on one as a man and I didn't want to settle for less. Okay?”

“Okay. That's a nice thing to say, I mean that our friendship touched you that much. . . I take it you got a teaching job like you wanted since Amy said something about a class.”

Yep. At Oak Knoll JC. Only a couple hours away from you. I may be coming to see you often.”

“You better. You can stay here as often as often as you like. I'm half asleep now. I've really got to get to bed. Can we continue this later?”

“Of course. I'll see you soon. Take care and pleasant dreams, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Honey. See you next week.”

He pondered giving the phone call the next day and the plan to surprise Christie. An idea came to him and he decided to call Amy with it.

“Hi, Amy. Matt here again.”

“I’m a bit surprised to hear from you so soon.”

“I've been thinking about our idea to surprise your mom and I really don't want to wait to see her. My day is about done and I was thinking I might come today if that doesn't put a cramp in your plans.”

“That'd be great! We could use some help if you don't mind. I've been thinking its kinda hard on Mom thinking you won't be here until next week. What did you do to here back in high school anyway?”

“Hopefully the same thing she did to me. She touched me in a very special way. We'll still surprise her the same way. I'll call you in about two hours.”


As expected, he got there in about two hours and parked at the boardwalk. There was a new burger stand where he had bought his fries in the past. The new menu listed regular fries, curly fries, steak fries, and baked fries, all available with a wide selection on seasonings. This time, he ordered a large order of plain baked fries and called Amy.

“Hi, Amy."


“Tell your mom there's someone at the boardwalk who wants to share some fries with her. Okay?”

“Okay. Boardwalk to share fries. Got it!”

“Mom, I just got a strange message from a man who says he's at the boardwalk and wants to share his fries with you.”

MATT'S HERE?! I thought he wouldn't be here until next week. Where's my car keys? Get out of my way!”

“You don't need your keys. I need the car today. I'll take you there and Matt can bring you back. Besides, you're in no condition to drive.”

“Okay. I guess you're right. But let's hurry.”

Amy didn't rush and wouldn't have if she could. “Mom, why are you so excited?”

“I'll tell you on the way there.”

“Have you ever heard of lost chances?”

“Yes. So Matt was the one who got away?”

“Not exactly. I dated a lot of boys in high school but never him. He asked but we had no dates. When I was married to your father, sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and realized I had married the wrong man and I want the chance see if Matt and I can make it as a couple. He is the sweetest, most decent man I've ever known and when I talked to him last night I found out the boy I knew was the same sweet, decent person.

"I think I understand now, Mom. Here we are. Have fun.”

“I think I see him now!”

“I think I do, too. He has some gray in his temples now but that's him.”

“He looks soo good.”

“Darn. There is no parking space close. I'll let you out here, Mom. Remember, I have my all night grad party tonight.”

Amy waved and he waved back. Christie got out and said, “I thought you weren't coming til next week.”

“I thought this was next week. Want a fry?”

“Yeah, but I want a hug first.” They lingered over the hug. “I can only begin to tell you how much I missed our friendship. I wish it never had ended. Can you stay the weekend?”

“Yes. I don't really have a project for the school.”

“I gathered that.”

His arms started to part to break the hug. She responded, “Can we hug a little longer?”

“We could but your fries are getting cold.” He picked up the fries. “I guess we can hug and have a fry, too.”

She had one. “These are the kind I always get anymore. “How'd you know? Did Amy tell you?”

“No. They sounded good, so I got 'em. That's all. We should be going to your place. Amy said you could use some help.”

“Sounds good to me. Where are you parked?”

“My truck's right in front of you. You should be looking at it.”

They got in and she asked, “Surely you could afford something better than an old pickup?”

“I could. Some of the few sweet moments I had with my dad was when he and Tony and I went fishing. Ever since then, I've wanted an old truck. This one I've been restoring for the last six months and its like new mechanically.”

If you’ve been working on it for six months, why the tangle of seat belts?”

T here's three so I can carry three people safely or you can sit next to me. I'd like it if you would.”

She scooted over immediately and found the right belt and put her hand on his thigh.

“How do we get there?”

“Turn right out of here and go about one mile. Then turn left on Maple. I'm at 289.”

“I have got to ask you something while we have a few minutes.”

“What's that?”

“I spent most Saturdays at the boardwalk because you would be there and it seems you were there of your own accord.”

“I was.”

“So why didn't we ever date? You were my best and most favorite friend back then. I really loved you.”

“I loved you, too, but I was young and bought into the idea that a star player would lead me to happiness. That idea was wrong, very wrong. I'm glad you're here now.”

“You should have tried the second string first. We were like that car rental company. We try harder!”

At her house, he asked, ”Where is Amy going to school?”

“Stanford.” They walked hand in hand into her house.

“What have you been up to afford Stanford, a Mercedes, and this place?”

“I'm in real estate. There's my the papers for my last two commissions on the counter. Have a look when we get in!”

“He glanced at them. “Wow! The fries are on you next time. They don't pay teachers that much.”

“Where do I start?”

“Get the carrots, radishes and green onions out for the salad I'm making and cut them up.”

“Any particular way?”

“Anyway. Just in pieces.”

“Okay.” In a few minutes he had them done. “What's next ?”


“I have some skills. I've been taking some cooking classes.”

“What else have you been up to since I saw you last?”

“Well, I've got my own house about six years ago and about three weeks ago I got a kitten. His name's General.”

“Why do you call him General?”

“The night I brought him home, I fed him when I went to bed and by morning he had eaten it all. He jumped on the bed, meowing and woke me up. I had to feed him before he would give me any peace. Since then, with many things he comes first. That's why. When you can, I'd like you to come for a visit to see my place.”

“And meet your cat? I'd like that. When?”

“And I'll fix dinner for you. Anytime you want. You're always welcome, Sweetheart.”

“It looks like we're done. Let's have some coffee in the living room. How do you like yours?”

“Two sugars and a touch of milk.”

You go sit down. I'll bring it to you on the couch. Its really comfortable. Think of what you'd like to do tonight.”

“Okay, I'm thinking of several things but whatever it is, I want it on this couch. “

“Be there in minute. . .Here's yours. How is it?”

“Perfect. Have a seat. I've thought of something I want to do tonight.”

She sat close to him. “What is it?”

“I'm alone with a beautiful woman and we're alone until tomorrow morning. Under the circumstances, the only thing I want to do is to make soft, sweet love with you over and over until we're both too spent to make contact.”

“Sounds fine to me but its no fair reading my mind.”

He kissed her and began unbuttoning her blouse slowly. Slowly was something he had learned the value of a long time ago. He kissed a nipped at her neck and said “Je t'aime, mon cher. Je t'aime.”









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