(Author's note: I know recent instalments of this tale have been tough going. Lots of emotional turmoil and uncertainty, with precious little material to get you aroused. Miss Christy is now past the worst of her angst, and she needs to move on. This instalment is absolutely saturated with sex. If you've been sticking with the story so far, I hope you enjoy it!)
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Life went on; time only moves in one direction. Miss Christy continued seeing her clients, helping them with their sexual problems as best as she could. Marcus wasted valuable reading time as he stoically manned the IT help desk for the Incredibly Important Corporation. Meanwhile, Alex, wherever he was, played rugby.
Miss Christy watched Alex's first game of the season on TV. He made a few big tackles, and in the closing moments of the game, he scored a try from close to a ruck that formed after an attacking rolling maul had collapsed. She cheered; she was happy for him, he'd won the game for his team.
Weeks passed, and for Marcus, they were some of the best weeks of his life so far. He was living in a big house with Miss Christy, though he didn't know how much longer they'd be able to remain living in it. He enjoyed eating with her, cooking meals in her kitchen, smoking cones in her backyard and giggling on her couch, sitting next to her as they watched terrible TV, showering with her, sleeping next to her, and waking up next to her. Needless to say, his sex life was off the fucking chart. She wore him out, but life was bliss.
Miss Christy loved feeling close to Marcus, but she was worried about Alex, especially about how he was coping with recent events. She knew he was burying his mind, body and soul into rugby right now, which was a form of escape for him, but it'd only ever be a temporary escape. Eventually, he'd have to confront his emotions, but there wasn't anything she could do to help him right now. He'd walked away from her, at least for now, and had closed the door on her. It might reopen, but it might not. OK, so she'd fucked up. She hadn't ever meant to, but she couldn't escape the fact she'd made mistakes. But everybody makes mistakes, and part of her job was to persuade people who've made mistakes in their relationships to understand, forgive and try to move on. But when it came to her own relationship, she couldn't play two roles -- she couldn't be a participant in a relationship crisis who was grappling with emotions, and at the same time, be a detached observer hiding behind a clipboard. At this point, it didn't matter. It wasn't up to her anymore. She put him out of her mind.
She and Marcus sat on the couch on a Friday night. They'd ordered in some Thai food for dinner. It was early in the evening. They'd finished eating, and Miss Christy had a glass of wine in front of her when a thought struck her. "Hey, boi, you haven't been to the skatepark for a while. What's up with that? Aren't you missing your friends?"
Marcus recognised a nugget of truth in Miss Christy's question. "Well, so we keep in touch online, but you're right, I haven't been back to the park since my stack."
Miss Christy didn't understand. "You haven't been back since ... your stack? Is that the word you said?"
"Yes, Miss Christy. Since I had my accident. I haven't been back since I had to wear the moonboot."
"Why's that, boi?"
"Fuck, I don't know," he said.
"Am I keeping you from them?"
"No, definitely not," replied Marcus. "But I do miss some people."
"If we went to the skatepark right now, do you think your friends would be there?"
"You mean right now? With you? Both of us?"
"Yeah, why the hell not? I'd like to meet some of your friends and get to know them a little better. Besides, I'm so fucking tired of feeling sad. If Alex is gone and he never comes back, then so be it. I want to meet some new people and do some new things. And if you're the next stage of my life, doesn't it make sense for me to meet your friends? Hey, some of them might be fuckworthy."
Marcus was so into this. "Yeah, some of my friends would probably be there tonight. Unless there's a gig on somewhere, but I don't think there is. I'm keen if you are."
"Give me the location," said Miss Christy. "No, wait a minute. First, let me get changed." She changed into her favourite tight black leather skirt, a t-shirt one size too small in order to show off her huge tits, and a jacket. She didn't usually wear sneakers, but she did tonight. Once Marcus has told her where the skatepark was, she called an uber. "Get your board, boi, we're going skating."
*
They asked the driver to stop two blocks away from the park, they didn't want to give his friends the impression they'd been chauffeured there. They walked to the park, hand in hand. Marcus carried his board under her arm.
They heard a distant voice as they approached. "Hey, it's Marcus!" Marcus waved.
"Hey everyone," he said as they approached the halfpipe. "Fuck, it's so awesome to see you all again! Oh, by the way, this is my friend Christy." It was probably the first time in months he hadn't added the "Miss" prefix to her name, and he was very glad he caught himself just in time.
Mouths gaped as his circle of skatepark friends took in the stunning beauty of Marcus's friend. A few regained enough consciousness to make her feel welcome. "Hey, Christy. Nice to meet you," said one.
"Nice to meet you too," she replied.
Marcus's buddy Milo was there. He'd previously been briefly introduced to Miss Christy when he delivered a couple of pizzas to her house a few weeks ago. "So, Marcus, is Christy your new girlfriend?"
Marcus looked at Miss Christy who answered on his behalf. "Yeah, I'm Marcus's girlfriend," she said. Marcus beamed. It was the first time he'd heard her use the G-word, and it sounded amazing to him. "But I don't know if the word 'new' is right. We've been together now for a few months. I picked him up from the hospital after his ... stack." She turned to Marcus. "Wow, boi, I had no idea your friends were this cute!" It was loud enough for some of them to overhear. His friends collectively thought the same thing about Marcus's new girlfriend. For most of them, it was the first time they'd seen Christy in the flesh, and they still couldn't quite believe Marcus could ever land a woman like this.
There were a few six-packs of beer lined up on the ground next to their gathering. "Do you skate, Christy?" asked Milo. He handed her a beer, Marcus was big enough and ugly enough to get his own fucking beer. "I met you briefly when I delivered some pizzas to your house, but you might not remember. Anyway, I'm Milo."
"Thanks for the beer, Milo. And yeah, I do remember you. But no, I've never skated in my life." She took a deep chug of her bottled ale. "Well, no, that's not true. I've been ice skating and roller skating before -- do they count? -- but I'm not very good, and I've never ridden a skateboard. I've been meaning for Marcus to show me a thing or two, but we haven't gotten around to it yet, have we, boi?" She lovingly stroked Marcus's chest through his t-shirt. "So don't expect me to get in there -- that halfpipe thing -- for quite a while, Milo, but hopefully some of you can put on a show for me."
April was there too. "Hey, Christy, remember me? I'm April."
"Yeah, April, I definitely remember you too. And hey, thanks again for meeting me in town so I could give Marcus's board back to him."
"No problem," replied April.
Christy held her gaze. She smiled at her. Fuck, it'd been ages since she'd had some good pussy. April was the first to look away.
Christy felt so goddamn slutty as she looked around at Marcus's circle of friends. Lithe, athletic, early twenty-something bodies, lots of skin on display, tattoos and piercings everywhere ... everyone in the prime of their sexual life ... she was gonna see if she could have some fun tonight.
Christy and Marcus were engaged in conversation with his friends, but Christy kept glancing over at April. She looked cute as fuck. 10-hole Doc boots, tights that went all the way up to her cunt, punk band t-shirt, baseball cap on backwards, and that green hair, tied back in a ponytail. Christy wanted her.
"Hey Marcus," said Miss Christy, "I'm just gonna go talk to your friend April for a minute."
