Prissy Rissy

We'd put an epic show on for each other that weekend down the shore. But the actual Fourth of July didn't feature any fireworks. I worked at Blockbuster. Krissy watched the local display with some camp friends. We didn't even call each other.

The more time we spent apart, the more I worried that reality was crashing down on Krissy, and she was realizing we'd gone too far. I fretted that she was upset with me or maybe worse. We'd done some things, you know? There was a long list of transgressions she could have pulled from. Making her piss herself in the car. Taking her virginity. Cumming in her, bare. That aggressive fuck in the shower. My almost willful lack of concern for any possible consequences of my actions. She could have picked any one of those things to be angry about.

Some sick part of me, I think, was wishing that she would. I've never been the kind of person who gets a rush from getting away with things. In fact, I mostly just feel fear.

But when Tuesday rolled around, and Krissy finally came out, it was like nothing had happened. Well, that's not exactly true. Clearly, things had changed.

As soon as I opened the front door to my house, Krissy was all over me. That was nothing new. Reassuring, sure. But not different. We kissed our way upstairs and into my bedroom, pulling the door closed behind us. Even after all that time, there was something liberating about hearing the mechanism click shut.

Krissy fell back onto my bed, taking me with her. She ripped my clothes off of me like I was wearing the worst outfit she'd ever seen, and she needed to get rid of it as quickly as possible. I responded in kind, lifting off her shirt and bra to expose those lovely, large tits. Sliding her tight jeans down her skinny legs. Another pleasure that never got old for me. Seeing that denim slip away and reveal her perfect, pink skin.

Both of us were down to our underwear. Kissing like crazy. Rolling around on the bed like fighting for dominance. I know it sounds dumb, but I still wasn't sure how Krissy felt about the previous weekend. If we were about to have actual intercourse, go back to blowjobs, or something else entirely.

Regardless, I knew it was time. I had to show Krissy I was was prepared. Responsible. I reached below the both of us to the built-in drawer at the bottom of my bed. I dug around for a moment, then pulled out a condom. The package was oddly sharp at the corners. I held it up like a prize.

There was something reassuring about holding that object in my hand. Say what you will about my high school sex ed class (and so far, we'd had a stunning indictment of the curriculum), it had instilled in me the belief that sex was an act that required condoms. Hard penis? Check. Wet vagina? Done. Condom? Now we're good to go. It was an association that my college girlfriends had (thankfully) reinforced.

Krissy, though, eyed that little square with something that looked a lot like disgust.

"Jacob we can't," Krissy said.

"Oh," I said.

Silly me, I thought she meant sex. That previous weekend had already felt so unreal, impossible. Of course, Krissy was regretting what had happened. It made a hell of a lot more sense than what she actually said next.

"I mean, I want to," Krissy said, looking down eagerly at our almost-union. "Like, a lot. I've been craving it like crazy. Just not with that thing. It's wrong."

Seriously?

I'm not sure what denomination of Christianity allows unprotected, pre-marital sex with a Jewish man but forbids using contraception. But clearly it was the one Krissy subscribed to. It left me in this weird position of having to explain basic reproduction to my very intelligent girlfriend. Which seemed pretty stupid. But not doing so was definitely dumber.

"Krissy, I want this really bad, too," I said. Her cheeks flushed when I said it. "Last weekend was amazing. But we have to do it this way. It's not safe."

Krissy gave me a look like

I

was the one being ridiculous. "It'll be fine," she said, "It's not my time."

"Your time?"

Boys

. The look on her face said the word for her.

"Women have this thing called a cycle," Krissy said, "It determines when we're fertile and when we're not."

For the first time, I understood when Krissy said she wanted to be a teacher. All she needed was a chalkboard behind her and she'd be good to go. Except for the whole naked thing. Though Krissy getting all lecture-y with her tits out was quite a turn-on.

"There are safe times, when I'm not ovulating, and dangerous times," Krissy said.

"Yes, I know about all this," I said.

"Then why am I wasting my time explaining it?" Krissy asked. Her eyes narrowed. She let out a ragged sigh. "One of us is being silly about this. And I can tell you it's not me."

"So, it's a safe time," I said.

"Duh."

"And you'll tell me when it isn't," I said.

"Double duh," Krissy said. A playful little smile escaped her lips.

Wistfully, I eyed the condom in my hands. As much as I understood what Krissy was saying (and my cock very much wanted to listen), I wasn't naive. This seemed less like a foolproof plan and more like a scheme specifically designed

for

fools. Yet I was also very aware that this wasn't an argument I was going to win. Even if I convinced Krissy it was condom or nothing, she'd choose the latter and I'd lose.

So that was my option: continue having wild, unprotected sex with my girlfriend -- bareback, cumming inside her. Or give it all up completely.

"I can pull out," I said, tossing the condom to the side.

"Don't you dare," Krissy said, giggling as she drew me forward, "That's my favorite part."

Our conversation had caused my cock to soften. But a few strokes from Krissy's hands had me ready to go. She grabbed my hardness, then slotted it in place, urging me forward. I paused for a second, giving myself one last chance to savor the moment before truly tumbling over the edge.

I plunged into her.

Krissy let out a low yowl. A strange, almost mournful noise. Her body, however, responded with nothing but ardent enthusiasm. She gripped my butt, forcing me deeper. Her body strained under me, arching to accommodate this still-unfamiliar invader.

I know it sounds stupid, but I'd forgotten how

good

it felt to be in Krissy. The way her wanting pussy slurped me up and cinched around me. Like a hungry mouth gulping down its favorite meal.

Krissy wrapped her skinny legs around my waist. Urging me forward. She pumped her ass up and down. Anything she could to encourage me. Whatever little caution I had, I tossed it to the side along with the condom.

I humped at Krissy with abandon. Reached down and found her clit, rubbing it hard. The blonde woman gasped beneath me. Groaned and pumped with an almost animal abandon.

"Oh... God..." Krissy stiffened. She slapped her hand on top of mine, stopping my strokes. Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back. I felt her legs stiffen around me. That sexy little sneer crossed her face. She fell back gasping.

"Cum," she told me. Commanded it. "Cum in me. I need it."

I may have had more stamina, but Krissy's words carried me the rest of the way. I gripped her shoulders and thrust as hard as I could. Fast, near violent, slapping as I raced to the finish. The whole time Krissy chanting me on. Like the cheerleader she'd been back in high school.

"Fill me. I want to feel it. Put it all inside. So deep. Oh. OHH!"

I buried myself as far as our bodies would allow, then unleashed a torrent of seed, directly into her cervix. Like loosing a firehose, my semen jetted into Krissy's pussy.

"Oh my GOD!"

Krissy's back arched. Her eyes crossed. Her earlier orgasm had been fine, no doubt. But clearly, I'd lifted her up to another level. "Fucking... OH!"

To someone who hasn't before, it's hard to explain how much better it is to cum bareback. It should be a small thing, a minor difference. It isn't. To hit that peak and not have to stop or pull out. To thrust forward and finish in one, natural moment. Nothing but flesh surrounding you. Your body feels that biological urge. The satisfaction simply multiplies when it knows you're doing the full job. No metaphor does it justice.

The sheer ecstasy of cumming in Krissy overwhelmed me. My own sounds and experiences were lost in the haze of ecstasy. All I felt was pleasure. Yet, somehow, I still heard the once-aloof blonde woman rambling in my ear. Keening, practically crying, as I came inside her.

The next thing I'm sure happened was Krissy kissing me, warmly. Her body sticky and hot against mine. Her sudden passion almost as overwhelming as the orgasm, itself.

"Fuck, I love that feeling," she whispered, as I spent the last of my seed inside her.

*

It seemed like only a few minutes had passed. I was sure we would go for a second round. But by the time we separated -- laying back, stupefied, on the bed -- the sun was already sinking past my windows.

And at least some rules about safety still applied. Krissy clumsily dressed, stumbling and tripping the whole time. Almost cum drunk. Giggly and adorable in a very un-Krissy way. I got dressed, as well, and walked her downstairs.

We found my sister, Jessica, standing in the kitchen. My tiny, brunette sister was listening to her Walkman, singing near-silently, while she poured herself a tall glass of orange juice. Krissy and I had been so engaged, we hadn't even heard her come home.

I'd hoped we could slip past, but Jessica saw us immediately.

"Hi Krissy!" Jessica said, far too loudly.

Krissy startled. She gave my sister a short, awkward wave.

"I'm just seeing her out," I explained, then led Krissy down the hall to the front door. My girlfriend gave me a quick, self-conscious peck on the lips and stepped outside.

Jessica padded after us, unable to hide her interest. She pulled off her headphones, letting them rest on her neck. Both of us watched in silence as Krissy slowly stumbled down our front lawn. Once my blonde girlfriend was far enough away, Jessica punched my shoulder.

"Way to go, bro," my sister said, far too enthusiastically.

"What?" I asked. Still in my post-cum haze.

"You popped her!"

"No. We're just fooling around."

"Holy shit, you really did it!" Jessica said, "You got Prissy Krissy to give it up."

I gave my sister an odd look. How could she know what Krissy and I were doing?

"Girls know," Jessica said, "Trust me. We can tell."

"That's ridiculous," I said, but I couldn't deny the truth.

Jessica raised her hand for a high-five. She wouldn't let me go until I slapped it.

"Prissy fucking Krissy," she said, grinning like a loon. "They're going to put up a statue of you in front of the A&P."

I wanted to be embarrassed, but all I could do was smile.

*

"I want to try it this way," Krissy said.

She was on my bedroom floor, on all fours, pointing that perfect, peachy ass right in my face. I was, honestly, surprised. There were so many things about doggy that I thought would be a turnoff to her. Even the name, itself, should have set Krissy off.

Instead, she wagged her butt at me and begged me to shove it in. I took my time, tracing her curves. Taking in her perky ass. Trying to memorize every bit in case this never happened again. And maybe giving my girlfriend a moment to think about what she was asking for.

Finally, I gave in to my urges and buried myself in her tantalizing twat. I slipped in so easily, yet her pussy curled around so tight, it was the perfect contrast. I railed into Krissy, gripping her ass cheeks. Her tits hung down and shook with every shove. The little silver cross dragged back and forth on my carpet. My only regret was I couldn't see the expression on Krissy's beautiful face.

I lost control of myself for a moment and slapped Krissy's pink butt. She glared back at me, and for a moment I thought I'd ruined things. But then she started humping against me again.

I hadn't even bothered to mention a condom. I certainly didn't slow when I felt my climax rise. I buried myself as deep as I could, gripping Krissy's bony hips. Trembling with the anticipation of it.

I let out a roar as I loosed in Krissy's pussy. She gasped and toppled forward, burying her head in her arms as she shrieked out her pleasure.

"FFFFFFFFFuck! That feels so good."

Afterwards, we both lay on my itchy carpeting, staring at the ceiling. Panting like the animals the position was named for. Krissy's whole body was flushed, her hair askew -- she looked amazing.

But something about her seemed different and I couldn't place it. Then I realized -- it was her nails. I was used to her perfectly, pinkly painted fingers and toes. But that day they were a bright, lime green.

"I just wanted to do something different," Krissy said, when I asked her. She gave me an exaggerated shrug.

The shore trip had changed us beyond nail color. All the other habits -- the blowjobs, the fingering, even kissing -- we'd discarded all of it in favor of our new favorite thing: intercourse. Always in my bedroom, on the floor or on my bed, Krissy and I had sex like the world would end in five minutes if we didn't fuck.

Sure, there were permutations, this new position was only the latest, but as I lay back on my carpet, gasping for air post-orgasm, I once again assumed we'd reach our limit. After all, what else was there for us to do?

Once again, I proved that I was an idiot.

*

"Hi." Krissy's voice was oddly throaty when I answered the phone.

We'd kept our late-night calls, though I can't imagine why. It's not like we talked about anything important. Or anything at all, truly.

Mostly, we used the time to reiterate how much we enjoyed each other's bodies. It was like that old Chris Farley bit. '

Hey, you remember that time I tweaked your nipple, and you came just from that? Yeah. That was awesome

.' The real stuff, the serious things we should have been discussing, never came up.

This time, though, was different. It was Friday night and I'd just gotten back from work. My phone rang and, immediately, I knew who it was. I was exhausted. Dirty and gross in a way that you only get from a late-night retail job. I fell onto my bed, ready to die.

But something about how Krissy said that little word, '

hi

,' hit me in exactly the right way. I perked right up.

"I'm, uhn, doing it," Krissy said. Her voice so sweet and syrupy, it was like she was speaking through molasses. "Thinking about you. Like you wanted."

Oh. Holy. Fuck.

Krissy was rubbing herself over the phone. It sounded even better than I'd imagined.

"Feels so good," Krissy said.

"You want me to do it, too?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Krissy said, "Take out that big, hard cock for me."

Krissy kept adding new, lewd vocabulary. I wondered if she'd bought herself a Dirty Word of the Day calendar or something. Or maybe she realized, finally, how hot it made me when she said that stuff.

"Stroke him for me," Krissy said.

I did as I was told and unbuckled my khakis, shoving them down to my knees. Grabbing my dick felt like getting a drink of ice water after a day in the desert. Like, how did I survive without that sensation?

For a while the two of us lay there, getting ourselves off. Krissy's heavy breathing, her little grunts as she got herself off, was almost enough on its own. But then she starting speaking.

"Oh, Jacob. Feels so good," Krissy said. I thought she meant herself. "Your huge, awesome cock."

There was that word again. She said it like she was testing it out. Seeing how the word felt in her mouth. Playing with the feelings it could form.

"Your pussy," I said, "So wet and tight."

"Do you want to shove it in me? Deep inside?"

"Fuck yes," I said.

"Oh, but Jacob," Krissy said, "Oh! You're not supposed to -- uhn -- do that. It's so wrong."

You know, for a moment, I actually did pause? Man, I was dumb. Fortunately, reason finally took hold of me.

"Oh, Kris, I want you so bad," I said, "Need you. Please. Let me put it in you."

"OK," Krissy said, oh so coquettish, "But just this, uhn, one time. Uhn. OH! Feels so good. You like it? Being inside me?"

"Oh fuck yeah," I said, not even trying not to curse anymore.

"I love that big dick. Feels so, ohmygod. Feels so good in me."

"You getting close?" I asked. I could tell by how ragged her words were.

"Yuh-yeah."

"Do it," I said, "Cum for me."

"Oh! OH!" Krissy cried out. I was surprised at how loud she let herself get. But then, I reflected, maybe that wasn't exactly in her control.

"You... you go?" Krissy asked. Still getting her breath back.

"Not yet," I said.

"Oh, Jacob please," Krissy said, "Do it. Make him shoot. I love it so much when he does that."

I wasn't that far off. Krissy's mantra, begging me to cum, made everything happen a lot faster.

"Oh yes," Krissy continued, "Let it go. Inside me. Fill me up, I need to feel it."

"Oh GOD!" I cried out as I came. The first spurt fountained upwards, then back over my blue dress shirt. I shook and groaned as I covered myself in my spend. Krissy cooed and giggled the whole time.

"That was awesome," Krissy said.

"You liked that?" I asked.

"It was great," Krissy said, "When you went, I had a little one, too. Not even touching myself."

"That's so hot."

I didn't need to see it to know Krissy was blushing. But smiling too. I could see it all as clear as if she was in the room with me.

We both lay back, panting over the phone. Slowly, we settled into our usual silence. The cup of the receiver started to hurt my ear. I was about to call it a night when Krissy spoke again.

"Can you come over tomorrow?" she asked.

Something about how she said the words, I knew for a fact she wasn't inviting me over for fun times. We would not be repeating our sinful acts in Krissy's childhood bedroom. Instead, I could tell this was a far more dangerous thing she was about to suggest.

"I mean, I guess," I said, "What's up?"

"My parents invited you to dinner."