(If you haven't read any of the Chrissy series, you may be a little lost at first.)
Picture this if you will.
I am on my friend's couch with a dime piece on my lap facing away from me. She has her red and white tank top straps down so that her breasts are exposed and one of my hands playing with them while the other hand is slid into her yoga pants. Her hair is up since she was just cleaning and my lips are pressed on her neck while she moans. Does it sound like a porno to you?
It was a month after the events of Chrissy: Confession (You can look that one up on my author page). My girlfriend Mae and I have been doing well as have Chrissy and her husband, James. It was a busy month between all the projects I had to do and the extra hours Mae's uncle had been making her work. Our time together had been cherished because of the busy schedules. It had gotten to the point that Mae started spending time at my apartment just to get away from her uncle...well also to spend time with me. It was one such night that Mae was working and Chrissy called me.
"Nick, can you come over? I need someone to watch the hockey game with me. James is in Chicago again."
I was headed over right after I texted Mae. As I drove, she sent me a text message with a picture of her smiling. In a normal situation, this would be a warning to stay home. Yet, with Mae I knew this meant to have a good time. I did mention I loved that girl, right?