Charlie's Awaening

Thanks for the positive feedback on the previous chapters! This chapter details the rapid development of Charlie and Devin's relationship, and a couple new one's in her life.

As always, all characters are completely fictional, and all intimately involved characters are over the age of 18.

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I was awakened for the second time that day by the phone ringing. Expecting to see Devin's name on the screen, I was completely surprised.

It was Travis.

"Hello?" I answered timidly.

"Hey Charlie, how are ya?"

Not wanting to tell him I was floating down off cloud nine after being fucked silly, I just kept it simple.

"I'm good, you?"

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Charlie, I just...we kinda just rushed off from each other...I wasn't sure...there was this wild house party...and..." he rattled off.

"Who was she?" I snapped back a little more harshly than intended, emotions I wasn't aware of jumping to the surface.

"Just some girl at a party, it just happened." He said, taken a little aback.

Taking a deep breath and collecting my thoughts, I realized I had no room to criticize, having just had my world rocked, I quickly relented.

"Trav....I don't know what to say. Honestly, I met someone too. I guess it's a little unfair to expect all these things to change just because of one night. I've liked you as long as I can remember, but, you're at college, I'm here....maybe we should just see what happens down the road." I said, unexpectedly choking up a bit.

"I guess you're right," he replied softly. "Heck, I couldn't even make it a week."

I lightened the mood a bit and giggled, "I bet she had no idea what to think when she saw it!"

He chuckled as well. "She was really loud. Certainly didn't handle it as well as you did, or get me off as hard either."

I was still the best he ever, or probably would ever, have. I giggled at the thought.

"You take care of yourself Travis Rogers."

"I'll try."

I must have sat there thinking awhile, cause when the phone rang again, it was half an hour later. This time, it was the expected caller.

"Hey you, how was practice?"

"Honestly, I had a hard time running, my legs were like jelly. I can't really complain though, given the circumstances." he happily said.

I laughed heartily. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've been riding horses my whole life, and I can now say you're the only creature on this earth that's ever made me walk bowlegged!"

"Charlie, I'm so sorry...." he quickly responded, before I cut him off.

"Baby, don't you EVER apologize again for screwing me so good with that monster of yours!"

"Whoa, I didn't realize...." and I cut him off again.

"Were you not there when I came so hard I nearly burst?" I said, my voice getting husky.

"I guess, I just, wow."

And then, probably since I'm a girl, a random thought popped into my head, and I immediately began babbling.

"Devin, I have to be honest. Not long ago, Travis Rogers and I, well, we hooked up. It happened so quick and, well I'm just telling you this because we just talked. I guess I decided, he agreed....well...we're not dating or anything...it just..."

It was his turn to cut me off.

"Well, what would you think about dating me then? I know I just ended a relationship, but really, it felt over ages ago, and, well, I think you're pretty great."

"Really?" Instantly my heart started fluttering like I was six years old and just saw a unicorn.

"Well...yeah. Besides, I'm pretty sure my dad likes you a lot more than he ever liked Crystal."

"Could be," I laughed. Then that devious little wildcat inside me that had so recently awakened decided to flex its claws. "But be honest, was I better than her?"

"Charlie," he said seriously. "You could put together EVERY time I was with her, and it wouldn't be half as good as what went on this afternoon!"

Feeling a rush of sexy control, I responded, "Well in that case, how could a girl say no?"

I arrived at school the next morning to find Devin waiting for me by the '89 Mustang Cobra he and his dad had restored over the years for him to drive. I felt that little flutter again as I headed towards him, glad I had decided to dress up a bit today, just so wouldn't forget what he had. I had on one of my new pairs of jeans, the tightest and lowest cut ones I had bought, along with a tiny tank top that I purposely bought a size small so I popped out of it even more. I had covered it with a short thin button up shirt, since the school had a dress code, but I had left it undone for him I had almost decided against panties, but instead chose the tiny green g-string (school colors) that was just as skimpy as the black one I had bought. I jogged the last few steps, treating him to a huge bouncefest before I pressed as much of my body into him as I could, smothering him with a tender kiss.

"Wow Charlie, you look hot!" he said when we broke apart.

Feeling warm just seeing him, I turned to the side and said "Even my undies?" as I pulled the hip strap of my panties out, showing him that there was little more than strings covering my most intimate bit.

"Holy....I've seen some panties before, but those look pretty tiny!" he said with appreciation.

Tucking it back in and buttoning up my shirt quickly "I don't want to get sent home again!" I said to a laugh from him, although a little disappointment was evident on his face. All put together, I nudged myself into his side, spurring him to wrap his strong arm around me and we walked into school.

All eyes turned as we walked into the main hall, everyone curious as to who the new girl with the star quarterback was. What I didn't realize was that after Monday's events, Devin had spent most of yesterday fielding questions about me, him, Crystal, and everything surrounding all of us. First, apparently Devin's dad had spoken to Crystal's parents, and after shedding light on the fact that their little angel wasn't anything close to that, they were holding her out of school and seriously considering sending her to a much stricter, private school. Second, apparently most everyone couldn't stand Crystal and were happy to see Devin with someone new. Sure, a lot of the guys found her extremely attractive, and rightly so, because even I had no problem admitting that she was, but no one could see how he could stay with her for so long. Anyway, Devin was explaining all this to me when all of a sudden a pretty, perky brunette I recognized from a few of my classes seemed to materialize out of thin air.

"So this is the mysterious beauty who swept Devin off his feet! Hi, I'm Marci! Wow, you guys look perfect together! Devin, you look soooo happy! Babe, come here!" she finished, as she looked over her shoulder. This girl could talk a million miles a minute, but something about the twinkle in her soft brown eyes made me realize instantly somehow that she was genuinely one of the kindest people I would ever meet.

Babe turned out to be Shawn, one of Devin's teammates, who bucked the typical trend by being a linebacker and having landed the head cheerleader. By normal high school standards, it should have been Devin and Marci together, as he was the QB1, but Marci's petite but spectacular lithe gymnast body was lacking two qualities I happened to know personally that he was EXTREMELY fond of.

Shawn walked up with a sly grin and said, "So, every defense in the state has been trying to figure out a way to slow this guy down, and it turns out all it takes is a little farm girl!"

Marci jumped right back in "Well look at her babe, she's really, REALLY hot! Sorry, but you are! And sweet too, I don't know many people that would give up what you did to help their family so much!" she said with a sweet smile, the sincerity and care in her voice telling me she'd be one of the few who would.

"All I know is when he should have been talking about game plans, he was rattling off your best traits Charlie," Shawn said, this time starting to chuckle.

"Can't say I blame him! Ok, you boys go do boy things, we have history!" she said, grabbing my arm as she turned to me and lowered her voice, "That was you in my history class, right?"

I broke out laughing as I answered, "Yes, let's go to history class." She squeezed my arm as we headed down the hall.

Not five steps later, she turned to me, realizing just where she was resting her arm.

"I'm not trying to be creepy, but good lord girl, is that all boob on my arm?"

I giggled as I realized she did in fact have a forearm full of my left tit.

"Guilty as charged."

"Oh my gosh, you're not much bigger than me but seriously, those things feel like they're the size of basketballs!"

"They're not THAT big." I said, unintentionally blushing a bit, having a totally straight girl I had barely met gushing over the size of my breasts.

"Not that big she says! Seriously, what size are they, cause I have a feeling I can't fathom a bra size that big!" she said, her eyes widening.

"32H"

"32.....Holy crap! I didn't even know bras came that big! No wonder Devin is so into you, you got it all! He's always liked the girls with big boobs, but he just hit the jackpot! And you beat that stupid bitch Crystal's ass without even hardly trying! Thanks for that by the way, she was completely evil to me, she even popped me at a party once cause she swore I was flirting with Devin. I mean, I was, but Shawn was right there, and me and Devin are just friends, I just like to flirt! Besides, I'm barely a B cup, I don't stand a chance against the likes of hers, and especially not yours!" She finally paused and pulled me into a hug. "I just have a really good feeling we're gonna be great friends!" Spoiler alert, but turns out she would be completely right.

We had plenty of time before class, so we were just strolling down the hall when another cheerleader, Stephanie, walked past, rolling her eyes.

"Hey Marce" she said.

"Hey Steph!" Marci replied.

Just past them we saw Al Creevey standing by a locker looking like, well, a lost nervous freshman, and further on, his brother Tim surrounded by a group of guys laughing hysterically.

I steered Marci over to Al and greeted him. Turns out I was right, he was waiting for his brother because he still got a little turned around in the high school. Apparently Tim had asked Stephanie to the homecoming dance and it hadn't gone so well.

"Marci, Tim's been a family friend and neighbor for ages, would you mind helping me out here?" I asked, wanting to help the sweet boy out.

"Sure, I'm a little curious as to what went on anyways, Steph is a nice girl and that Tim boy looks like a sweetie."

As we walked over, one of the group whispered loudly, "Whoa, I saw that girl walking in with Devin McAllister, I heard it was his new girlfriend!" This was a small town school, news apparently travelled at the speed of light. Everyone already knew who Marci was.

I ignored him and addressed Tim, who was hanging his head in embarrassment.

"Hey Tim, how are ya?" I asked.

One of the random boys blurted out "He asked out that Stephanie girl and she tried to play it off by telling him she'd have to get back to him, basically a nice way of saying get lost!"

Marci got what I can only describe as the look of a chastising school teacher on her face before informing the crowd, "Have any of you stopped to consider that her parents have very strict rules about her dating, and she may have had to ask them before she could answer?" She then broke into a very evil grin.

The stunned silence from the assembled group gave her the answer to that question.

"I happen to think she'd be very lucky to go out with Tim (who suddenly looked completely shocked the captain of the cheer squad knew his name) and I'm sure I can help her talk to her parents about it." she said, flashing a million dollar smile at the awestruck young man.

I decided to pile on. Throwing on a totally affected southern belle accent (hey, this is Texas) I said,"And Tim, remember you promised you'd go riding with me, you're liable to break a poor girl's heart making her wait!" And for good measure, I leaned over and placed a small, gentle, sweet kiss on his cheek.

The ensuing eruption as we turned and left was hilarious. First of all, Tim went from zero to hero in about a millisecond. But the not so discreet comments were the icing on the cake.

"Dude, she said she wanted to ride with you!"

"Those have GOT to be the two hottest girls in school!"

"Did you see how big..."

"There's no way those can be real!"

Hearing that last one, Marci and I both stopped and turned back. It may be fair to say that I unnecessarily stuck my chest out a bit, causing my buttons to pucker. But after a look from me, and an innate understanding that would have made you think we had been bff's for years, it was Marci who ratcheted the tease-o-meter from 10 all the way up to 1000.

"Oh boys," she said in her flirtiest voice, "trust me, they are 100% real" and then reaching around me, she grabbed my twin towers, and in a way that could only be described as comical, because her tiny hands could barely handle them, hefted my huge breasts up and gave them a squeeze. "And they're 100% mind blowing!"

We turned back around laughing, knowing without looking that there wasn't an undropped jaw or unerect pecker in the whole crowd. Just for one last shot, Marci wiggled her perfect little butt as we walked away.

By the time Marci and I walked into the lunchroom, it truly was like we had known each other for years, not hours. Turns out we had our first four classes together and we spent most of them goofing around like lifelong girlfriends. We found Devin, Shawn, and a couple more of their teammates sitting at a table, and were cracking up at some ridiculous joke Marci had just made.

"Sure," Devin greeted us, "laugh your ass off. We're not even official a day, and already I hear you kissed another guy and let some girl feel you up!" He couldn't even pretend to keep a straight face.

Marci, wiggling her cute round tush into Shawn's lap, stealing one of his fries, feigned an air of seriousness.

"I'll have you know mister," she mock-lectured, sternly punctuating her words with jabs of the stolen fry, "I may not be able to cheer Friday, there's a very good chance I developed carpal tunnel trying to lift those watermelons your girlfriend is smuggling around in her bra! How am I supposed to do a handstand!"

The entire table lost it.

When the laughter died down, Devin kept up the charade.

"Fair enough, but it still doesn't explain her kissing random guys." he said, with a goofy teasing wiggle of his eyes.

It was my turn to put him in his place.

"What, my neighbor is hardly random, and besides, I didn't kiss him like this!"

Grabbing his shirt, I pulled his lips to mine and immediately snaked my tongue into his mouth. Kissing him as hotly as I could, I snuck my hand under the table and gave his sizeable package a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, none of that in school you two!" a teacher yelled from across the room.

Breaking apart, I stared directly at him, my eyes still smouldering from the kiss. Lightly licking my lips, I said firmly "Now, are you still upset about it?"

Still blown away by the heat of the kiss, he shook his head so hard it looked a little kid refusing to eat his vegetables.

More laughter, punctuated by Shawn yelling,"Great, 10 bucks says she just kissed the entire new option package right out of his mind!"

Marci turned to him, not to be outdone, and said, "And here's to hoping an entire nickel defense worth of blood didn't rush out of your head and straight to the hardon you got when you heard me talking about feeling Charlie up!"

The whole table lost it as Shawn furiously blushed. Feeling bad she may have gone a little too far, Marci snuggled up to him and whispered sweetly in his ear. Feeling gushy seeing this display of affection, I absentmindedly ran my hand up and down Devin's leg, as he traced little circles on the small of my back.

Since the we didn't have any classes together in the afternoon, Marci and I made plans as lunch ended. Turns out Marci was an absolute whiz at hereditary biology, and I happened to love botany, so we decided to team up for an AP Bio project. I was actually a little excited, even though the boys had an extra film session tonight in preparation for Friday's game, Marci only had a short practice and I had one thing I had to do after school, so after calling my mom to let her know, I was going to have my first bonafide sleepover in who knows how long.

The rest of the day flew by, even though it seemed a struggle for Devin and I to keep things clean while working on our project in Mr. Williams' class. I left school and headed out to run my errand.

So, my two phone calls last night had to do with the same thing. First to Lilly to get her lady doctor's number, then second to make an appointment. I had decided to go on the pill. After Travis barely being able to get it out, Devin nearly bursting the condom with his megaload and it starting to leak out the bottom, I decided I'd rather play it safe. Clutching the bag containing the packet of pills, I left the doctor and headed home.

Stopping in to say hi to my parents, I grabbed a quick bite and headed up to my room and changed into a pair of pajama shorts and tossed my button up shirt in the hamper. Marci showed up shortly after in her very opposite of Marci big Jeep Wrangler. It actually looked absolutely adorable, tiny little Marci in a big lifted jeep. She came right up, hauling her overnight bag and wearing a tiny pair of cheer shorts and a cropped Union Cheer baby tee, which showed off her amazing stomach and adorable pierced navel, her hair still wet from the shower, and clearly not wearing a bra as her surprisingly large nipples poked proudly through the shirt.

After spending the requisite 5 minutes discussing the project (cut us some slack, it wasn't due for a month), Marci spotted the pile of new clothes I had yet to put away on my dresser.

"Ooh, dress up time!" she squealed, as she ran over, immediately spotting the pink g-string (ok, so I bought a pink one....and a white one too, sue me, turns out I love panties) "Holy shit Charlie, I have some lingerie, but these are HOT!"

"Go for it, they're still brand new, and besides, I get the feeling they'd look incredible on you.

She turned around as she quickly dropped her shorts and slid the panties on, adjusting the strings before giving a slow twirl.

I was right, they looked incredible. To be honest, if there was such thing as a flawless body, Marci had it. She looked like she was carved out of clay.

"Wow," was all I could say.

She stepped in front of the mirror and pulled the bottom of her shirt up a bit (not that it wasn't short enough already) and inspected herself from different angles.

I didn't think it was possible for an ass to be so pert and tiny yet round and big all at once, but that was Marci's. It was so round it pulled the strings taut enough that the tiny patch in front was pulled even lower, nearly exposing her slit and making it clear she shaved everything just like I did.

"You have to keep those, Shawn may just cum in his pants when he sees that ass in that frame."

"There's a very good possibility of that!" she laughed. "Ok, I've been intrigued by something all day. Gimme your bra."

"Huh?"

"I just want to put it on, see how much bigger it is. Gimme!" she said as she held out her hand, beckoning.

I reached behind and undid the clasps and slid the straps down my arms. Then I reached up the front of my shirt and pulled down, tugging it out with some effort and tossing her the large garment.

She giggled and squeaked, "Ooh, booby heat!" as she wrapped it around her back, hooking the four clasps in front of her, than spinning it around and slipped into the shoulder straps. The large cups stood empty and far away from her very modest, pert chest. She laughed as she said, "Ok, time for the ultimate bra stuffing adventure!"