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Alan didn't have any destination in mind and initially planned just to run around the neighborhood aimlessly. But the jogging cleared his head and he began thinking more and more about Christine.
I've honestly been trying my hardest to avoid doing anything sexual with her, and I'm still set on that, no matter what happened today. Mom's crazy to think that I'm going to "tame" her, or even that I'd want to. Sure, God knows how much I'd love to kiss her and play with her body. Oh, sweet Jesus, what a body! I know that objectively Mom's or Suzanne's are just as perfect, but Christine arouses me so much these days that it's not even funny.
Damn! And the way we kissed today... Double damn! The truth is, there's nothing I'd love more than to go wild with her, and totally ravish her. But that doesn't change the fact that she's off limits! We're sliding down a slippery slope, and it has to stop now. It's just not a good thing for her and her future, or for me and my future. I can't let my hormones rule everything. I'm better than that!
But he kept thinking about her and how she had protected him, and he wondered how she was doing.
Before long, he wound up standing in front of her house. He hadn't consciously planned it, but his legs seemed to have just taken him there on their own.
He walked up to her front door and rang the doorbell. Okay, remember, we're just gonna talk. Clear the air. The key is to make sure my platonic-only plan stays on track. I have to suck it up and do it, not only for me but for all my loves. It's a must! I have to stay strong!
Olga answered. "Oh, hi, Alan. I sure wasn't expecting you. Did you call first?"
"No, ma'am. I was just-"
She interrupted, "Oh, what a polite boy! But don't you dare call me 'ma'am.' Call me Olga."
"Yes, ma... er, yes, Mrs. Anderssen ... Olga. I was just jogging around to burn off energy. I understand your husband Lars heard that would be a good thing for us to do. I wasn't planning on coming here, but I was in the neighborhood, and I started to wonder how she was doing, and wanted to thank her for protecting me. Is she in? Can I see her?"
Olga hesitated, then said, "Yes, she is. And funnily enough, she just got back from jogging too, about half an hour ago." She looked down at his chest. "But I don't think you want to go see her like that."
Alan looked down at his clothes to see what she meant. His T-shirt had big sweat stains, and he realized he probably smelled awful from his jogging. The sweat was pouring down his face. He'd been getting a bit out of shape because he'd been having so much sexual fun lately that he hadn't had time to keep up his exercise routine, so this had been more of a workout than he'd expected. Plus, he had been outside at nearly the hottest part of a warm, sunny day. "Oh. Yeah. Um, maybe I can come back later..."
"Nonsense. We've got a big pool in the backyard, and a hot tub too. Why don't you wear one of Lars' old bathing suits? It's got a stretchy waistband and should fit you close enough. He's not here right now, but he can't mind since he doesn't wear it anymore. I'm a bit of a packrat, you see."
"Ah. Okay, sure. Thanks!"
"Christine is up in her room. She's been pretty moody since we got back from the hospital. Maybe having you talk to her will do her some good. And if you kiss her once or twice on top of that, well, I'm not going to put up a fuss about it." She winked at him, showing obvious approval.
He didn't know how to respond to that. "Well, uh, I suppose I need to get clean first, in any case."
"Why don't you jump in the pool and use it like a big bathtub? We've got lots of chlorine in there. Then I'll call her down when you're more presentable." She jokingly waved her hand in front of her nose like she was going to pass out from the smell.
He laughed. "Thanks. Wow, you're really helpful."
Olga thought, Maybe I'm pushing too hard right after the fight, but if I can play at a little matchmaking, I will. Having a serious boyfriend is just what Christine needs to pull her out of her social isolation. And I'm not about to let that Amy girl steal him away!
Soon, Alan was dressed in just Lars' bathing suit (which fit him fine). He drifted lazily in the pool, being careful to keep his bandaged hands dry. Christine's mom was right - this feels great! I could just stay in here forever. He floated on his back, looking a bit like an otter with his hands held up to keep his bandages out of the water.
Up in Christine's room, Olga explained how Alan had showed up out of the blue. Then she spent several minutes trying to talk Christine into wearing a bikini. She concluded her appeal by saying, "This is your big chance to step things up a notch! Wearing a bikini, with your great figure? Maybe even losing part of the bikini after a little bit of kissing and hugging... Before long, he'll be asking, 'Amy who?'"
Christine sounded like the typical put-out teenager. "MoooooOOOOooom! You're embarrassing me!"
Olga held her hands up defensively. "I'm just saying. You've gotta use what you've got to get what you want."
"Thanks, Mom, but I can handle it."
"So, are you going to wear a bikini then?"
"I suppose, since you're so adamant about it." Despite her dismissive attitude, she was very excited to wear a bikini for Alan. In fact, she saw that her mom actually had a pretty good idea to somehow lose her bikini top eventually, if she had the guts to go through with it. She had butterflies in her stomach, to say the least.
Olga came downstairs a short time later with Christine in tow.
Actually, Christine wasn't as moody as Olga thought she was, since she had just received unexpected phone calls from Frank Morgan and Suzanne. Both of them had been very supportive and had eased some of her self-doubts about her behavior. Besides, thinking about what she and Alan might end up doing together had pushed most other thoughts out of her mind.
Her immediate goal was to get him to French kiss her again, hopefully a lot more than just once. Given the way they'd necked in the ambulance earlier, she felt that she had a pretty good chance.
Alan was shocked and very pleased as he looked upon a blushing Christine, because she was wearing a revealing turquoise green bikini. It was every bit as erection-inducing as the red one she'd worn to the beach the day before. It actually wasn't especially revealing for a bikini, but Alan knew this was a big deal for Christine since she so rarely wore anything even slightly revealing.
She was even wearing some make-up, although it was very subtly applied, so Alan didn't consciously realize that she had it on.
Plus, she kept her arms under her boobs because she was shy and felt far too exposed. Although the gesture was mostly an innocent one, the result was that it pushed her big tits up and out.
Alan's dick was half hard already, just thinking about Christine coming to the pool. But when he saw her, it got fully hard in about two heartbeats.
Olga stood at the screen door leading to the pool and announced in a loud voice for both Christine's and Alan's benefit, "I'm gonna go now. I've got a bunch of errands to run and won't be back for a couple of hours at least. Probably longer, in fact, until dinner time. Lars won't be home until dinner either. Can I trust you two enough to leave you lovebirds alone?"
Christine sighed. She wasn't in the mood for this kind of parental meddling. She was annoyed and embarrassed at how little she was wearing, but at the same time, she'd worn a sexy bikini because she wanted to look good for Alan. She rolled her eyes and objected testily in the Norwegian that her family sometimes used at home: "Mamma, vær så snill, ikke bruk det ordet!" (meaning "Mom, please, don't use that word!")
"What? 'Lovebirds'? Oops. My bad. I must have picked that up from hearing it so recently." She winked playfully at Christine. "Anyway, don't get TOO naughty. I'll see you later." She kissed her daughter on the forehead and then walked back into the house.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Christine walked over to the edge of the pool to sit down right where Alan was paddling in the deep end. "Sheesh! Moms! All they do is embarrass us. My mother seems to have some kind of deluded notion that you and I are..."
There was a long pause as she not only stopped mid-sentence, but stared off into space like she'd completely forgotten he was even there.
"That you and I are what?" he prodded. When there was still no answer, he asked gently, "Is something bothering you?"
Finally she turned around and seemed to remember he was there. "What? Oh, sorry. I was just kind of spacing out."
"Thinking about the fight?"
"Yeah." She scowled and grimaced.
He thought that Olga was right about Christine being moody. (In fact, she was more nervous, mostly due to being nearly naked near him.) Now was not the time for joking around. He pulled himself out of the pool and stood up next to her. With his closer view, and her lack of clothes, he could see the extent of her injuries for the first time. "Just look at you. Wow. Not to make light of your injuries, but I'm more amazed at how NOT injured you are. You've got a bruise here and there, but nothing compared to me or the other guys, especially the giant."
That was true, because of her superior skill as a fighter. But she was too modest to point that out, so she just said, "I was lucky, I guess. Although, look at this." She held up her hands. Her fingers were undamaged but the edges of her hands on the pinky sides were bruised. "And this." She held up her bandaged elbow.
"Ah," he said in understanding as he considered the bruises on her hands. "You were doing blade strikes with those sides, huh? I don't even know how to do that. Is that better than just punching with a fist?"
"It can be, but, like everything, you have to know what you're doing." She obviously didn't want to talk anymore about fighting techniques, and she particularly did not want to point out that most of her injuries were from her breakfall, rather than direct contact. "What about you?"
He held up his hands. They were all taped up, from the palms nearly to the fingertips. "Look. Kind of similar to you, except it's my knuckles that're all messed up."
"You'll be fine," she said, about his hands. She looked him over from head to toe. "And you've got a few bruises here and there. Looks like Rock really liked your chest."