For almost all of the next week I was out of my head on romance, and it was wonderful. I'd never known a relationship remotely like this one.
I suppose each of my previous boyfriends was a learning experience and whatever happened I knew what to do or not do with the next one, what to give and what to expect.
First there was Simon; much as I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire he did teach me the valuable lesson that not all boys can be cured of their own stupidity or changed into the kind of bloke you want. Also there was that part that convinced me that it's OK to believe you deserve better.
Out of my teens and into the Air Force there was John. He had been a good-looking bloke but we'd known each other for three or four months before we had that slow dance in the squadron bar and he asked me to go out to dinner with him. He was cute but there wasn't any of the instant attraction I'd had with Chris.
Later my eye was drawn to Paul with his smooth self-confidence and his comedy and I really thought we had something, but his career came first and I was kicked into touch as soon as he'd passed his Close Protection course.
Rodge was sex, nothing else.
He was the sexy, cheeky, older man with his devil-may-care, seat-of-your-pants lust and while it was initially exciting and 'naughty', that was it - it was 'just sex' and nothing else and even that never turned out as good as it promised.
And he was a twat of course.
Chris, bloody hell but he had it all and in bucket loads. Penny pointed him out to me and I saw him across a crowded cookhouse in the same uniform almost all of Her Majesty's Armed Forces wore and he took one glance at me and I had butterflies. Within three nights I was having moist dreams about him and beating one out.
OK, I spent the next night beating myself up about him but the next afternoon and the next evening I rediscovered how comfortable I still was with him as well as still being turned on by him.
Turned on, yes, very definitely but it was more than that - there was something in his look and his smile, something more than just wanting to rip his clothes off, (I did actually want to do that) but even before I recognised him there was still that sparkle. Even he admitted he hadn't recognised me until the third evening and after our T-shirt flirt.
Our Friday night dinner, our two semi-naked days on the beach, mealtimes - our 'hanging out' as Amy had put it. There was something there that grew, even the huge and gorgeous Christian admitted he was slightly afraid to make his move in case he 'ruined something'. In hindsight though I think we would have just given in and fallen on each other eventually!
We didn't need to though and after that wonderful realisation on that Thursday night after our coffee with Amy, we had an even nicer Friday where decided we would meet the next morning.
We headed for the beach again, no gentle flirtation this time. We held hands, we kissed, we sat arms around each other on the bus before we even got to the beach.
We went to the same stretch we'd been to before and flung out our towels with the same routine as the two times before; only this time I stripped out of T-shirt and shorts without even thinking those confidence-sapping thoughts from before. I was happy about sending out my message to the rest of the beach this morning.
Chris came back with four beers beaded with moisture and straight from the chiller. I took mine from him and took a long swig. We both sat on our towels pushing our beer bottles into the sand.
"Chris," I whispered, leaning across to him and putting my hands on his shoulders, "you've got something on your face." He looked a bit confused but smiled. "Me..." I whispered and glued my mouth to his out tongues giving it plenty, firstly as something I'd wanted to do since I spotted him across the canteen that morning, and happy that everyone within staring distance will have seen our kiss.
They would then have seen me fall against him and partially over him flipping my long blonde hair our or our faces.
He put his hands on my waist and pulled me to him, laying almost completely along his fine body. My bare skin against his, hmmm...
When we broke he smiled,
"Hell Chrissie," he said, "That was worth the wait!"
"Remember what I said about sunscreen Chris," I hissed into his ear.
"Oh yeah!"
He eased me off of him and reached for the bottle I'd already got from my bag.
"Spray my back for me so I can take care of you," he said simply. I did so, spraying across his broad shoulders and rubbing in, enjoying every touch just as much as he did. Then I did his chest feeling good about every swipe, giggling to him and playing with the dark hair on his chest.
At the same time he was spraying his legs and rubbing them, with some sense of urgency as I think he wanted to get to do the same to me.
Pretty soon I kissing his nose to signify that his face and neck had been covered.
"Your turn Christina."
"Oh yeah," I said.
He rolled me onto my back and started with my shoulders and my neck, massaging the factor 30 into every knook, moving down my chest until he reached the bits that were just about covered by bikini and he touched me almost everywhere.
Ooooooooh yeah!
Then it was my tummy and my sides...
Chrrrrrrist! It was so sexy, improved only by his move across another bit that was covered over to my thighs and my inner thighs raising each so he could cover all the flesh. He smiled at me as his arm, his wrist, then his finger-tips nudged against my bikini covered pubis and labia.
Oh-EM-F'ing-Gee!
It was the single sexiest thing I'd ever felt and he grinned at me as he did it, not confirming if he knew he'd done it, had done it by accident or had done on purpose - which made it even sexier.
"Turn over Christina," he said quietly, and I rolled as ordered. He started on my neck and shoulders digging in again and giving me the most amazing massage, and soon I felt him move lower and his fingers undo the small string at the back of my top releasing my boobs.
Laying flat I put my arms to my side, but then moved them up to rest my head on them.
I actually wanted him to accidentally touch the sides of my breasts in the same way he'd done to my puss and I wriggled down a bit so more of them would squash out to the sides - quite uncomfortably actually but if it meant his fingertips would rub across them then I didn't give a shit.
That was precisely what he did, and I groaned deeply as he gave me more deep muscle massage into my shoulders and upper arms, he stroked down my sides and I felt his fingers brush across the sides of my tits. Oooooh yeeeeeeeah.
