Alan sat up too, moved to the edge of the lounge chair, and gave her a hug. "You can't be perfect. No one is ever perfect. We can only do our best and hope that's good enough. You did, you were, and I thank you. You deserve praise, not blame. You're my heroine."
She stiffened at first in response to the hug, but then she softened and melted into his arms. The comforting embrace felt really good. She swallowed and said softly, "Mr. Morgan told me that too: that I should blame the football players, not myself." She sniffed, fighting back the urge to cry. "He said he was proud of me. I know he's just a stranger, but sometimes words from strangers carry extra weight 'cos they're strangers, right? I mean, why would he say that unless he meant it, especially since he's the father of my enemy?"
"That's right," Alan said comfortingly while still holding her close. He didn't really want to hug her, since his main point in talking to her was to put their relationship safely and fully back on a platonic basis. But he felt she needed the support.
Besides, his mind had one intention and his body had another.
Now that he had her nearly naked body in his hands, he suddenly found it hard to concentrate. He'd lost his erection in the past couple of minutes due to the seriousness of their discussion. He decided to use his PC muscle control to make sure it didn't come back. He knew that if it did, there was no way he could stop if from lewdly poking against her somewhere or another.
He pressed on, "I'm sure that with his experience leading soldiers in combat, he knows what you're going through and doesn't want you to beat yourself up needlessly when you should be celebrating your accomplishment. And speaking of words from strangers, what did Suzanne say?"
Christine's face brightened. "She was amazing! She was worried about me, and had apparently talked some with Mr. Morgan about it. She wanted to comfort me too."
Christine went on to explain how Suzanne had told her that not only would Aaron, Rock, Ryan, and Ivan all be jailed, but the rest of the gang would probably be expelled as different people turned on each other in an attempt to save their own skins and get lighter sentences.
Alan tried his best to listen, but he also was highly mindful of the fact that Christine was still hugging him tightly with her huge melons pressed against his bare chest. He could feel her nipples, and there was no doubt they were erect. He had to very consciously keep his hands on her lower back, because they kept wanting to drift down to her ass.
But worse was the situation with his dick. He'd quickly lost the battle to keep it flaccid. Not only was it fully erect, but it was dangerously trapped between his body and one of her legs. True, it was still covered by his bathing suit, but that didn't seem to "help" much. He wondered how she could miss it, since he could feel the heat of her body against it.
In fact, she was acutely aware of his stiffness, plus all the rest of their intimate contact, especially the way her erect nipples were pushing into his chest, but she pretended not to be affected. Like him, she was growing increasingly concerned by the fact that they were home alone and barely wearing any clothes. She trusted Alan; that wasn't her concern. Besides, it was inconceivable that he'd try to force himself on her after what he'd learned of her fighting ability. Her concern was that she was so horny that she wasn't sure she could restrain herself, even though she had reservations about getting involved with someone who had so many sex partners. Her sexual inexperience just increased her fears. She worried that she'd make a fool of herself somehow, or maybe he'd reject her sexual advances.
She tried her best to ignore the tempting situation, instead continuing, "Mrs. Pestridge is so clever. I sure wouldn't want to be her enemy. She thought it was possible to keep pulling on this string and root out all the bullies who have been terrorizing the school. I don't know if you know just how bad the problem is. I'm sure they left you alone because you're tall, you've got muscles, and you don't look like you scare easily."
When she said "you've got muscles," she ran a hand down his chest. She had to do it over his abdomen, because her massive boobs were pressed against much of his chest. Repositioning to move her hand caused her tits to slide up and down against him for a few tantalizing moments.
His heart leapt to his throat as he felt an electric thrill. Oh my God! Gotta... gotta stay calm! I'm not with one of my sex pets; I'm with Christine. The fact that I HAVE sex pets is why I can't get intimate with her!
Only after she came on to him like that did she realize she was letting her hormones get the best of her. Half of her brain and all of her body was preoccupied by thoughts of French kissing again, but she also felt bound by her vow to keep things platonic.
He thought, Holy shit! Doesn't she know what she's doing to me?! How does she expect me to stay calm and focused on this serious stuff?!
Christine continued in a calm and collected manner, "But so many kids, including in junior high, have been terrorized by the bullies here. Stealing lunch money and that kind of thing. It's like a protection-racket-at-school tradition that just keeps getting worse. Mrs. Pestridge said she wants me and some of my friends-"
He interrupted. "Excuse me. When you say 'my friends', do you mean the 'Goody-goodies'?"
She frowned. "Yes, if you must use that snarky term. She wants us to work with her and the district attorney about this, so the police will know the right questions to ask and who to go after. We can really make a difference and make the school a safe place again!"
She looked fierce and determined as she said this. One thing Alan loved about Christine was her strong sense of justice and desire to fight the wrongs of the world. Seeing her like that, he longed to kiss her on the lips. However, he knew this was the time to offer moral support and not get frisky, despite the huge breasts still pressing into his chest and tempting him.
He thought, If it weren't for the fact that I have a harem of women all roughly as beautiful as Christine, I wouldn't be able to control myself right now. In fact, I probably wouldn't even have the confidence to be here in the first place. But at the same time, it's the existence of that same harem that prevents me from allowing myself to give in to my urges, for fear of dragging her down into my bizarre world. It's ironic. Or maybe a Catch-22.
I don't know how I got myself into this situation. But I have to stay strong! If I let my hand slip down to her ass, I could lose all control! The next thing you know, we could be kissing while her fingers pump up and down my dick and I fondle her great tits!
Oh, man!
That's a really BAD idea! I have to remember how bad that would be for my family!
She went on, "And she said that none of this could happen if I hadn't stood by you today. She called me a heroine! Because I did the right thing, and risked my own neck, and worked so hard to protect you when everybody else, even you, thought the danger was overblown. I know I'm not ALL that, but still, it made me feel good. I mean, I screwed up right and left. I should have NEVER walked into that trap. And I was so full of myself and worried about crying wolf that I didn't even call for backup help when I had the chance."
"Not true. You were Admiral Ackbar."
She furrowed her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"You know. 'It's a trap!' The line from Admiral Ackbar in 'Return of the Jedi.' You shouted that near the start of the fight, trying to warn me. That was cool."
She frowned, thinking. She wasn't a Star Wars fan, but she had seen the movies, so she searched her memory. "Was he the fishhead guy?"
Alan laughed. "Yeah, you could put it that way."
She loved the fact that Alan was holding her in an intimate manner, but at the same time she was trying to pretend that it wasn't really happening. Her voice was all business. "Anyway, it was total luck that-"
He gently placed a finger across her lips, silencing her. "Shhhh! I don't wanna hear it. No more 'should-a, could-a, would-a'. I was doing that too until I talked to you. Let's mentally note what we could have done better and then move on. Don't obsess."
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts. You're really smart, but I've noticed that really smart people overthink things and tend to second-guess themselves all the time. Don't! You did great. With this one fight, you could end up totally transforming the whole school for the better."
"Yeah, but I really can't take the credit for that. There's a whole bunch of factors-"
He grinned. "Hey! I may be having a blonde moment, but I'm thinking that SOMEbody around here gave me some very good advice recently."
"Oh yeah? Who was that?"
"I don't know. But she told me, 'Consequences DO matter. A lot.' And they do. The fact is, you didn't lose control. You didn't seriously hurt somebody. Things DID work out for the best. You need to pat yourself on the back, because I'm very proud of you, and everyone else is too."
She looked at him with wonder, amazed by his insightful words. She felt the burden from the fight lifting, like a heavy weight dropping from her body. She didn't know what to say in response to that, so she just smiled and teased, "Who is this mystery woman? She sounds wise to me."
He hugged her tighter. He jokingly patted her on the back, since he'd just pointed that out. "She is. And really sexy, too." His hands finally gave up their resistance and slipped down to cup her nearly bare ass cheeks.
She didn't seem to mind at all. Oh, wow! It's starting to happen! He's going to seduce me today, I just know it. Soon, he'll have me completely naked with his tongue in my mouth and his big boner in my hands!
Even though her heart was thumping wildly, she just playfully asked, "What's her name?"
He stared blatantly down at her chest, and especially at her deep, inviting cleavage, as he pretended to be genuinely puzzled by the question. "I dunno. I've talked to her lots of times, but I've never really gotten a good look at her face."
She looked at the mischievous grin on his face, then at his eyes blatantly staring at her rack, and then at his eyebrows, wiggling in Groucho Marx style.
She laughed, then she laughed hysterically, then she doubled over laughing.
He started laughing too. Before long, the fact that they were laughing so much in itself seemed really funny and made them laugh all the more.
Soon, they were both laughing so hard that their sides hurt and they wished they could stop, but they couldn't. Christine stood up in an effort to literally run away from the laughter, but she doubled over again and ended up laughing more.
They weren't really laughing at Alan's joke; that was just the trigger. The laughter gave release to their pent-up stress and emotions, helping defuse their bottled-up lust.
Christine, especially, had been feeling heavily burdened by some decisions she'd made, and this was compounded by her natural tendency to be very self-critical and her low self-esteem about relationships. But Alan had made her feel that she'd done well after all, and everything would be okay. And all the power of the pent-up fear, pain, rage, guilt, shame and every other emotion that was eating away at her inside, bubbled up as laughter and was washed away.
In fact, it was such an emotional catharsis that when they stopped laughing, they both felt a great weariness come over them, as well as a great peace.
The two of them had been sitting up on his lounge chair, but it was a wide chair so they were able to end up lying down next to each other. Their intimate hug had been broken during all the laughter, but they both reached for each other when that ended and wound up cuddling in another tight embrace. However, it wasn't quite as arousing a hug this time, in part because Alan was able to tuck his erection away so that it wasn't so tightly pressed against her leg.
Christine was so emotionally moved that she was nearly at the brink of tears. It had been years since she'd had a really good friend, and now Alan was proving himself to be a very good friend indeed. "Thanks. That really means a lot to me."
He quipped, "What, that I can't stop looking at your breasts? I thought you didn't like that. Although now that you mention it, they do look really nice. I can't say that I ever noticed them before, actually." He leered and wiggled his eyebrows some more.
She laughed some more, and he did too. It wasn't that his quip was that funny, but they were in a mood where almost anything seemed hilarious. "Stop it!" she pleaded. "No more jokes, please! I just mean that your words really moved me. Thank you. I'm so glad that you're my friend." She looked up from his chest and stared deeply into his eyes. The love there was palpable.
She wondered, Does he love me, the way I love him? How can he, when he has all those other women? Heck, what am I saying, that I love him? ... Do I? ... I do! I do!
But she quickly went from elation to sadness. Oh God, what am I getting myself into? I'm just digging myself into a deeper hole, falling in love with the one guy in school who is said to be sleeping with nearly the entire cheerleading squad, and then some. If only he wasn't so nice!
She didn't want to think about that dilemma anymore. She closed her eyes and said, "I'm tired. Aren't you? I think I'll just rest here for a minute, if that's okay with you."
"That's very okay with me," he replied. He was feeling very tired too. It was almost his normal nap time, and he'd had an extremely emotional and tiring day. He closed his eyes as well.
Christine had had a long, trying, exhausting, and briefly terrifying day. But nestled in Alan's arms for the very first time, she felt secure, protected, loved, and drowsy. Alan's going to have his way with me today. I just know it! But later. Later. We've got plenty of time. Mmmm! I love just being cuddled up against him.
Before either realized it, they were both fast asleep.