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Alan and Christine napped in the lounge chair for about half an hour. The sun had set while they slept, but the patio lights came on automatically, holding back the dark.
Both were worn out from the tension, the fight, and its aftermath. Alan was particularly tired, because, on top of recent events, it was his usual nap time.
Christine snuggled closer to Alan in the narrow confines of the lounge chair, reassured by the warmth of his presence. She drifted into sleep and began to dream. Considering the fight she had just been in, it was no surprise that her unrest spawned one of her frequent Wonder Woman fighting dreams.
Only this wasn't a dream - it was a nightmare. In it, a masked team of ninjas were out to get Alan, but whether they were trying to kidnap him or kill him right away wasn't clear. She fought them on the roof of the school building, of all places. She whirled, dashed, and leaped through the air, but there were too many of them and her fighting wasn't good enough. A ninja got by her and dashed towards Alan. She landed a flying kick to the back of the ninja's neck, but it was too late. The ninja collided with Alan, carrying both of them off the roof. They landed with a sickening sound on the concrete below, their bodies laying still.
Christine immediately leaped to ground level, where she found Alan's body lying in an awkward position. She threw herself to the ground and cradled his face in her hands. She began to cry with abandon. "No! Nooooo! Alan, don't die! Not now! Not now! It's all my fault!" With her body now draped over his, she sobbed into his neck.
She woke up with a start, confused as to where she was, what was real, and what was just a dream. She saw Alan's body underneath hers, in the exact same position that it had been in the dream. Fearing that he really was dead or severely injured, she clung to him for reassurance. On the brink of real tears, she cried out softly, "Alan! Oh, Alan! Alan, please!"
Christine's jerking about also woke Alan. The first thing he noticed was a mass of blonde hair covering his face. This was quickly followed by an awareness of huge breasts pressing into his chest. His penis surged erect as he sleepily luxuriated in the sensation of all that beautiful tit-flesh enveloping him.
Holy cow! he thought. What's going on?! Mmmm... Who knows? Who cares? Feels good!
Drowsy and confused, he was operating on instinct. When he heard "Alan, please!" he thought she meant "Alan, please make love to me!" when in fact she meant, "Alan, please tell me you're okay!" He brushed her hair back and saw that her lush lips were just inches from his.
Although he might have recognized Christine's voice on some subconscious level, he still hadn't given any conscious thought as to just who was on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the lips.
Christine was shocked by this. Actually, she was beyond shocked. Holy Toledo! Alan's kissing me! This wasn't what I meant at all! Her body jerked all over again, this time in alarm, even as his kiss soothed her nightmare-induced distress.
Actually, she wanted nothing more than to French kiss him again, but she was shy and afraid. Having it happen more or less accidentally allowed her to dodge the embarrassment of trying to initiate it. Her alarm quickly turned to relief. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in closer, kissing him back.
She'd never shared such an intimate and passionate kiss before, not even with him. Not knowing what else to do, she just relaxed and went with the flow, copying what he was doing with his lips and tongue. Tentatively at first, but then with growing passion, she let her tongue intertwine with his.
Oh my God! I'm making out with Alan again! This isn't just a brief kiss; this is the real deal! His tongue - it's in my mouth! MY tongue is in HIS mouth! How'd that happen? And it feels GOOD! So warm. So wet. So alive! It's like a dance. God, it feels good!
Wow! I have no idea how this happened; I'm just so glad that it did! Alan! Oh, Alan! Yes! Your lips - magical! More! Give me more! I need to breathe, I need air, but I can't stop! And what's this? His hands. His hands are roving all over my body! Now they're on my ass! No way! I love it!
Still half asleep, Alan was on autopilot. He pulled himself up into a sitting position.
She followed with him, because they had been lying in an awkward position for their prolonged kissing.
His hands wandered all over her, playing with her hair, fondling her ass, exploring up and down her shapely back, until they stumbled over the ties to her bikini top. His hands knew what to do with those, but while her straps fell down, her top stayed in place because his chest was pressed tightly against hers. Soon though, his hands encountered nothing but smooth, soft skin in their travels over her flawless back.
Christine was so caught up in the kiss that it took some long moments before she noticed the knots retaining her bikini top had come undone. In part that was because she didn't feel the two quick tugs on them, as lost as she was in the pleasure of his caresses. She did feel a thumb slide in under the waistband of her bottoms, though. All it took was a smooth, steady pull, and her bottoms slipped snugly up into her ass crack. She opened her eyes wide and gave a startled "Mmmmphf!" into his mouth.
Her heart began to pound wildly, as she realized her ass was almost completely exposed. No way! Ten seconds, and he's got his hands right on my bare butt! I'd better put a stop to this; this boy is DANGEROUS! God, his hands feel great, though!
But she quickly became distracted by something else. What is that that I'm sitting on? Oh my frickin' God! I CAN TOTALLY FEEL HIS ERECTION! I thought it was... Actually, I hadn't given any thought to what it was, but DAMN! I know what it is now! It's so big! So BIG! So hard and long! I really want to wiggle all over it and even squeeze it with my hands, but I shouldn't! God! This is exciting!
Yet, even as she protested in her mind, her hips started experimentally wiggling over it. She was so excited that she forgot to breathe for nearly a minute. But her fears and sense of propriety got the better of her and she stilled her hips.
Alan was also growing increasingly excited. At first, he wasn't as worked up as she was, because French kissing a woman was such a commonplace occurrence in his life lately, and he didn't even realize who he was kissing. He couldn't immediately tell by her body either, because he was intimately acquainted with several other perfectly-formed and firm-bodied women, with even larger breasts, that he could have woken up with instead.