Christies Homeless Friend Pt 01

#50 of 100

Five years have passed altogether since Christie and Cindy initially met Brian. The relationship that has formed between them is something that they couldn't imagine having any other way as it was built upon shared unique interests with genuine love and respect. When they each take time to reflect on their first three years, there is hardly a moment that doesn't bring a smile to their hearts.

Every anniversary of the day they met, they reminisce about hosting movie nights along with their cherished love, Kacie, and friends Amber, Ariel and Elizabeth. It stirs a special kind of feeling to spend a good portion of the afternoon trampling Brian, and eventually pile onto the couch for the movies they'd watch while adoring him as their footrest.

Another favorite pastime was visiting Brian at his shoe store. It was more a favorite for the girls as they would usually show up at, or close to closing time, where sassy hijinks would often ensue, resulting in free or discounted shoes that they would happily use on him at a later date. Brian's perspective was a little different at first in that they loved using high heels on him that he wasn't fond of, however, over time the amazing views, the barefoot aftermaths, and Christie's special reassurance helped him grow into and appreciate them, thus making their use enjoyable for everyone.

Some of the most magical moments were the times spent in their Jacuzzi. Adding the ability to float while receiving love from head to toe made for many of the most passionate nights they ever had, and could neutralize any worries that arose.

This was certainly put to the test when a life-changing job opportunity came up for the girls. It involved making a decision to move and leave Brian behind. The Jacuzzi helped everyone accept that a long-distance relationship could work because of the fact that it wasn't a permanent move, and it would give them something to look forward to upon returning home, but it couldn't help with their final hours together at the airport.

Despite their best effort to make a few trampling's enjoyable in different spots in the terminals, the overall vibe was still bittersweet. As they went over their plans for the job sites they'd be a part of over lunch, it sank in how different this was compared to the vacations they had taken before, and it was then that they knew they had underestimated how much they would miss each other. This realization made boarding the plane harder to bear.

Knowing there would be constant contact between them regardless, a good-bye was never mentioned.

***

That was two years ago, and it has become a distant memory for Brian as his focus in life has changed. Financial problems now plague him and have caused one thing after another to be taken away, in turn making him unable to keep in contact.

Since the girls aren't in town, they are not an option for him to receive help - then again, it's not an option he would quickly consider as he has always been proud of being self-sufficient, but he knows when he's beat, and he knows he lost the towel to throw in long ago.

Christie's gift is usually quick to pick up on his needs; however, an unknown cause has resulted in clouded and limited visions. At first, she shared everything that came to mind with Cindy, but that only seemed to distract her from their work, so she opted to limit the updates with the hope that they could complete their tasks without further incident.

For a while it worked, but in the end, Cindy could tell something was wrong because she would often be jostled awake by Christie in the middle of the night, see her head off to the bathroom to towel off from a cold sweat, and the topic would always get side-tracked the next morning, which was not normal behavior.

As important as it was for Christie to insure help arrived to others so that they could rebuild their lives, the stresses had mounted for her, and Cindy was practically at her breaking point, so as their business projects came to completion, the idea of going home brought a huge sigh of relief along with big smiles to their faces.

Although their flight was expedited, it still felt long. The taxi ride from the airport was uncharacteristically quiet despite the driver's attempts to entertain them with stories from other fares, and it wasn't until he pulled into their parking lot that they seemed to liven up again.

They barely took the time to bring their stuff inside and regroup mentally before setting out to look for Brian. They drove to his house first, but noticed that it appeared to be vacant for some time. They contacted their friends and asked neighbors if they knew where he went, being anxious to see him again, but were disheartened by the fact that he was nowhere to be found.

For the next couple of days, they continued driving around to places that were frequently visited before. Parks, bars, bowling alleys, and clubs -- still, no one knew of his whereabouts or had even seen him for at least half the time they had been gone. Their worries grew, especially for Christie since she couldn't track a mental visual like she used to, however, she could sense that he was alive, which calmed her slightly.

Close to a week's time passes without any luck.

Christie's nightmares subside but leave her confused as there are still no visions of him during the day, and Cindy has become a mess in her own privacy, but tries her best to compose herself around her lady. They reminisce over their favorite pastimes with him, and while many of them include trampling, it doesn't make engaging in it between each other any easier since they feel that an important piece of their life is missing.

Still, one more attempt is made to lighten the mood on a rainy night. Cindy slowly takes a seat on the floor in what they've deemed 'his spot', next to the wall with the couch at her head and the love seat at her feet. As soon as she lies back, the momentum of time slows to a crawl as nostalgia consumes them both.

Christie places a single foot on Cindy's stomach, but can't bring herself to stand up full weight. She rests her head against her arm, which in turn rests against the wall. She glances down as her tanned bare foot softly glides over her lady's exposed skin and their eyes connect in thought, when suddenly a vision comes to her.

With her foot pausing on Cindy's chest, Christie starts getting a blank stare on her face as she analyzes the figure in her mind. The face she sees is darkened and blurred, and she can tell the person is soaked most likely from the rain. Her heart starts to race with hope.

"What is it?" Cindy asks as she feels her toes grip her.

Christie can't answer as she keeps trying to analyze what she's seeing.

As suddenly as it appears, the vision is gone. This in turn sucks all the feeling from her legs and causes her to fall into the wall and collapse onto Cindy's midsection.

"Hey!" Cindy yelps as she tries to sit up, scootching Christie onto her lap. "Honey, are you okay?"

"I... I think saw his face," she replies with a labored breath and a puzzled look.

"Whose face?"

A heavy, sluggish knock hits the door a few times.

Both girls' eyes shoot for it instantly, wide in disbelief.

Another couple of knocks bring them to their feet.

Cindy remains stationary as Christie inches toward the entry.

A third round of knocks is then followed by a thud, making Christie hesitate to turn the knob.

Having her body-guard instincts kick in, Cindy rushes towards the door as Christie opens it, only to have their exhausted companion collapse onto them.

"Oh my God, BRIAN!!!" they cry simultaneously.

He falls into Christie's arms; his near dead weight dragging her down with him. As heavy as he is, she doesn't let go, but rather cushions his decent.

"Oh sweetie it's okay, I've got you," she says instantly breaking into tears, "everything's going to be alright, we're here," wiping the wet hair from his face, pulling him in closer regardless of his soaked clothes.

Cindy's hands tremble as she helps with the hair in his face and notices his obvious shivering.

"Jesus hun, what happened to you," she asks as she pulls off his soaking coat and puts her arms around him and Christie, trying to warm him back up between them.

It doesn't take long before he falls asleep from the body heat.

Christie kisses his forehead, and then rests her cheek against it, cradling him until they get over the shock of seeing him again.

Eventually, he is moved over to the couch where he can rest comfortably.

Over the next day and a half, most of his clothes are put through a wash and dry cycle while the ladies work to clean his body directly, all of which he sleeps through. They take turns sitting with him as if he were resting in a hospital bed, sometimes resting on him not only to keep him toasty, but to grasp the fact that they are all reunited again after these two very long years. During one of her breaks, Cindy gets some soup ready, leaving Christie to lightly play with his long, shaggy hair.

He wakes up later in the evening, lying on his side, and in a state of mild confusion. He's not sure why, but his body won't move. His eyes slowly open, and everything is blurry at first, even after a couple of blinks to try and fix them.

"Hey sweetie," he hears from Christie.

He is oddly silent as he tries to piece his situation together. His vision comes into focus and he is greeted by the lovely sight of her shimmering face due to the happy tears leaving her beautiful eyes. He then feels her hand caressing his cheek as she leans in for a kiss on his dry lips, and the sensation alone sends a shock through his body that seemingly reinvigorates his heartbeat.

"Am I dead?" he quietly asks.

Perplexed with half a smile now, she replies, "What? No."

"Are you dead?" he asks.

"Umm, no? Why would you think that?"

Brian fidgets a little and then says, "I can't move my body."

In the moment, she finds his confusion cute because it's a simple misunderstanding, and it causes her to smile fully again. "Look up, honey."

He does and sees Cindy smiling down at him.

"About time you woke up," she says, lifting herself off of him enough to help pull his arms free and then settling back down for a hug and kiss.

He doesn't have an immediate reaction to the kiss; his face is simply blank. Even her hug fails to faze him until he realizes that his arms can move again and he can hug her back. Only then does his situational awareness kick in and it clicks that he's made it to where he wanted to be.

"Hey you two," he gleefully whispers as his face lights up.

Cindy's hug gets almost unbearably tight, and Christie doesn't stop with her happy tears and heart-warming smile.

"Hey! We've missed you so much!" Christie cries, followed by another kiss.

"I've missed you too," he replies, short winded and still quiet.

"You... you look so different, love," she adds, pointing out his thin physique.

"Oh that's right, I made you something while you were resting!" Cindy says as she jumps up and heads off to the kitchen.

Brian watches her leave, and then continues with Christie. "I'm alright," smirking sweetly at her.

She knows he's just being optimistic about everything and can't help but feel empathetic towards him. "I'm sorry for not being here."

"Hey, no... don't be sorry. This......isn't your fault," lightly stroking her cheek with his finger.

"I know it's not, but....," her thoughts dwelling on her nightmares.

"No buts, darlin'," he says with a huff. "This isn't your fault."

He sees her smile starting to fade.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

Christie finds her explanation somewhat hard to express.

"I... I couldn't

see

this," gesturing at his physique again. "I knew something was up, but I couldn't make any sense as to what or why. It's like the longer we were apart, the less my visions explained themselves."

Brian finds it unusual that she was having problems with them, and lets her continue without saying anything.

Taking his hand into hers, she adds, "I know that whatever has happened isn't entirely my fault, but it's clear that something is painfully different now, and if my visions had ever made sense, I wouldn't have allowed this to happen."

Seeing her on the verge of tears for something he thinks she's not responsible for shakes him to his core, so he makes an effort to sit up, including the aid of swinging his legs over the side. It is then that he is reminded of his weakened state as he flops back against the armrest for support.

Pained by his struggle to move, Christie sits down next to him and pulls him towards her, allowing him to lean against her for support instead.

"Don't you do that....don't beat yourself up....for what's happened to me," he says, huffing for breath at every pause. "You went off to help other people. I understood that when you left and was so proud of you for it."

"Yeah, I remember," she says.

He grins slightly, "It just so happened....that....I ran into some misfortune while you were gone, and I wasn't able.......to recover from it."

He leans back to rest, moving Christie along with him.

"Sure it's a little strange that your visions....weren't working out like they used to, but......shit happens. You and Cindy are my world, and.......I won't let either of you take the blame for this. It just wasn't my time to be helped, that's all."

Tears force their way out as Christie closes her eyes tight and kisses him on the cheek.

Cindy isn't much better off as she heard most of that; however, she musters the ability to respond. "Any chance you could tell us what happened? I mean, since her abilities weren't up to par, we've kind of been in the dark with you this whole time."

She hands him a warm bowl of soup to aid in his weak speech, among other needs, but doesn't realize how starved he's actually been.

Without a word, he starts aggressively sucking up the soup itself and practically inhales the meaty bits within it. The heat of it doesn't slow him down at all.

Both girls are thinking the same thing, but again, Cindy beats Christie to the question, "Geeze babe, when was the last time you ate?"

Brian's eyes close briefly as he savors the last bit. After a moment, his eyes reopen but don't make contact with either of the ladies as he quietly responds, "Five days ago."

They can't believe their ears.

"Come again?!" Cindy asks.

He leans forward again, feeling somewhat ashamed about the truth of his predicament, "A lady gave me a small thing of bananas a couple weeks ago, and I finished the last one five days ago."

Christie shares a wide-eyed look with Cindy whose jaw is also hanging wide open.

"Holy crap! Gimme that bowl!" Cindy says, yanking it from his grasp and rushing back to the kitchen for a refill.

Her sudden actions startle him as he watches her head to the stove. His eyes trail off towards the floor and his focus lingers there as mixed thoughts of shame and the satisfaction of eating circle his mind. Eventually the feeling that he's being watched hits him, and his eyes slowly make their way from the floor, up along Christie's stunning figure and meet with hers once again.

"What?" he asks as he catches a glimpse of her staring at him before his eyes sink back down.

She is still in a bit of shock from his admission, but musters her composure to speak again.

"How did it get this bad for you?"

Before he can even form a thought on how to answer, Cindy returns with a second serving of soup for him.

"Here, eat! Plenty more where that came from," she says, hoping to satisfy his hunger.

Brian acknowledges Cindy silently with the bowl in both his hands. He then glances at Christie with a small smirk, then proceeds to suck up the juice from it the same way as before. As his eyes close, the girls look on in continued disbelief.

With his focus on the bowl, Christie reevaluates his physical condition. Her fingers lightly pass over his shoulders and spine, but can't get an accurate reading due to the blanket that he still has resting over him. However, his torso is slightly exposed from when he sat up, so she reaches for the opening and rests her hand on his stomach.

The sudden chill of her fingers on his warm skin causes him to gasp and jump a little, almost spilling the rest of the soup. It makes Cindy chuckle softly as a witness and gets a cute smirk from Christie, subtly lightening the collective mood.

"Didn't think those would be so cold," he light-heartedly admits with her in his sight.

She merely looks back with a priceless smile, and proceeds with moving her palm back and forth in a relaxed, massaging motion over his ribs and chest.

He soon returns his attention to the bowl.

As she continues to feel around, she can tell that for as little as he has claimed to eat, his body doesn't feel as though it has weakened, but has in fact become more solid from soaking up its fat reserves; his actions thus far are only a result of being tired, likely from a long walk.

Cindy notices that she seems to get caught up in the moment as her hand makes its way back to his abdominals again, moving a little further down than where she had started. Unfortunately, the moisture from her skin, plus the soup making its way through, makes Brian have to pee.

He glances at her again and sees that her eyes are practically glued to her hand as she softly nibbles her lower lip.

"Old habits never die, do they," he teases, breaking her focus and making eye contact again when she looks up. Seeing that he just made her blush, he smiles.

She smiles back and leans back against the couch with a closed palm partially covering her now sultry grin.

He then looks up to Cindy who has been amused by the whole thing, reaching his hand out to her so she can pull him up from the couch. As she helps him up, the blanket covering him on the couch falls from his shoulders, exposing his bare torso and his true, upright thinness.

Again, both girls are caught off guard as they aren't used to this look yet, but are still impressed at how well he's seemingly held up through his endeavors.

He hands his bowl off to Cindy, thanking her for her assistance thus far, and takes a few steps backwards as he keeps them in sight, heading off towards the bathroom.

Hearing the bathroom door close, Cindy sets the bowl down on the counter and looks to Christie who is still partially blushed.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Christie adorably and quietly replies through her half covered smile.

"Were you enjoying yourself?" she asks as she takes a seat in Brian's spot.

"Maybe a little."

"Mmhmm, thought so," smiling because her assumption was correct. "So how did he feel?"

"Solid, but....still squishy." Leaning her head back against the couch, eyes closed, smile getting bigger, Christie nearly melts from the thought alone.

"You sure it's not just because he's running on an empty stomach?" Cindy asks, trying to keep a slight sense of reality between them.

"Oh yeah," she purrs as she gazes back at her, bringing her legs up so that her feet rest on the edge of the couch cushion.

Knowing where her mind is headed, Cindy whispers, "Do you think he can do our thing yet? He seems pretty exhausted and run down."

"Yeah, no, I don't think he's ready for that yet," Christie replies as she leans into her.

"Well," keeping her voice down, "I don't think it would take him long to feel better with your hand on its way into his shorts," she teases followed with an obvious hand gesture.

Christie cracks up laughing, "Probably not, but THAT wasn't my intention," burying her face in her lady's arm.

"Uh-huh, sure. At least not yet anyway," she fires back in muffled laughter.

Popping back up, "Oh shoosh you!" now covering her face with her hands as it glows red.