Hi. My name's Jeremy.... No don't bother telling me your name. In five minutes I won't remember it anyway.
Now you look to me like the kind of person who likes stories, and I'm guessing by that look in your eye that maybe you like something a little... well let's say juicy. I'm also guessing that you might even be alright with a story that ventures close to home, if you get my meaning.
You do? Good. Then have I got a story for you. That is if you've got the time. It's a long story, but details can be left out.
What? Oh yeah. I got loads of time. You see, I'm on my way to Russia to pick up my future wife, but I got a fourteen hour wait for my next plane.
How did I meet her? Well that's part of the story you're about to hear. Some of it might not make sense to you, but I'll do my best to tell you everything that's relevant to help you understand.
My sister Chrissy, her name is Christine, but I been calling her Chrissy since I don't remember when, we used to cycle with Mom before she got killed in a car wreck. Before that she'd often talk about taking a bike ride across Russia and end up on the furthest coast of France. Dad could afford it, he was a big man in a big company back then. Later he'd take it over, but that's not what you want to hear about, is it.
Anyway, after Mom died, Chrissy and I decided to do the ride. Now you need to understand that Chrissy wanted a new expensive bike. She wanted it before so she could use it, but I told her it'd be well used by the time we got back. She came up with this other idea that we could save money by sharing a tent, and rooms when we weren't camping. Dad could afford for us to stay in separate rooms all the way. Now we're talking about eighty five hundred miles. That's a lot of nights spent in rooms, so with us sharing instead of having separate, you can imagine how much we'd save.
Chrissy said that if we shared we could save on expenses, the she'd be able to get the bike she really wanted which cost near on ten thousand dollars. We'd save a lot more than that by sharing. She came up with ideas on how to keep our privacy when I asked. I was more concerned about hers than my own. We men have less to try hide than women do.
Well, we were in a two night stop over in Russia before our final flight to where we'd start riding, and Chrissy broke the news to me that she was still a virgin and never had a romantic dinner.
Why she'd told me this is a bit of a long story which you'd probably find boring, but we'd been close since just after she started walking, though we'd never discussed our sex lives before.
I was surprised to hear that she'd never done it before, I mean, she was twenty four at the time and she could have passed for Meg Ryan's double. That's if Chrissy had dyed her hair to change it from that golden red to blonde.
So anyway. I gave her the romantic dinner she wanted, only I left out the kissing. When we got back to our room, she made a little joke. She told me she wasn't inviting me in because she wasn't that kind of woman, but when we did go in, she took off her clothes and climbed into bed in her underwear.
I asked her about it and she told me I needed to get used to it because she wasn't going to be sleeping with clothes on when the weather permitted less. I went to the bathroom to do my last minute necessities before bed, and when I came out in a pair of shorts, she climbed out of bed and pulled them off saying how she felt uncomfortable that she was in underwear and I wasn't.
I wasn't wearing anything beneath them and she didn't notice until my shorts were around my ankles. When she did see it she pretty much jumped away, so I pulled my shorts back up and climbed into bed.
The next morning when I woke up, she was sitting there watching me. It took me a second or two to realize she had taken her bra off. She told me it was payback for her seeing me, like it was some sort of punishment, but her breasts were nice. They were small enough for me to cover one with my whole hand, and they were pale and perky with the cutest little pink nipples I'd ever seen. After almost half a minute she put her bra back on.
Now I'm going to jump ahead. We were on the last leg of the first part of our ride which was all mountains. From the last town in the mountains to the next one at the foot which lays on the banks of the Aldan river was a stretch of over three hundred and forty miles. We spent twelve days getting through that due to problems with the bikes. We'd only carried food supplies for ten days, even though it shouldn't have taken us more than seven.
By the forth day of that leg, Chrissy had taken to sleeping naked and riding without underwear because everything she'd brought was dirty. Hell, we were dirty by then. I spent the next two nights lying awake, worrying that I might do things to her in my sleep. When she'd undressed that first time, she didn't get into the sleeping bag right away. She took the time to pack her underwear into her backpack first, so I got to see more than I should have. So much more that I noticed the four day pubic growth.
I couldn't argue with her about being naked in front of me. For a woman to be wearing dirty clothes is unhygienic, especially dirty underwear. She started becoming more relaxed from then. When we got down off those mountains I even walked in on her shaving in the bathroom of the bed and breakfast we were staying at. The door was open, so I thought she wouldn't be doing anything like that in there. She was sat on the toilet with the lid down and had one foot up on it with her legs spread wide, while she worked herself over with the razor.
It was in that town that I met the woman I'm on my way to fetch now. She served us in the restaurant the following night. I'd decided we needed to stay there until we got our strength back. Two days riding without food takes a lot out of a person. We ended staying there for three nights, and when Chrissy had noticed how that waitress had looked at me, she went to talk to her.
We'd just finished eating when Chrissy told me we had to go. At the room she said she'd be back shortly, and off she went. A few minutes later there was a knock. It was the waitress. She walked right in, undressed and went to the bathroom for a shower. When she came out she undressed me.
Chrissy came back about an hour after she'd left. The waitress had left only a couple of minutes before.
The following night the waitress returned after Chrissy had disappeared at about the same time as the previous night. But that night the waitress didn't leave before Chrissy got back, so when Chrissy walked in, the waitress was still sitting on me. Chrissy had wanted to walk out, but the waitress told her to stay. We weren't doing anything, we'd just finished.
After talking for a while, the waitress got up and left after dressing. As soon as she was gone, Chrissy told me to go get cleaned up. She'd been referring to the mess left on me from what the waitress and I had been doing.
That was the first time I slept naked next to Chrissy. She was also naked, even though we'd done our laundry.
It wasn't until we reached Poland that Chrissy told me she was asexual. She explained that she wasn't emotionally dead, but that she just didn't feel any sexual desires. She'd brought up the subject because she'd wanted to ask my opinion on her trying acupuncture to 'cure' her of this asexuality.
I admitted to her that I was proud of her being a virgin and hated the thought of some guy getting his grubby paws on my little sister. She'd told me once before that she'd been in love, but seeing as how it had affected her studies, plus the fact that it would amount to nothing, she'd shut it out. After I admitted hating the thought of guys touching her, she told me who she'd been in love with. It was her best friend, but her friend had been shown an interest in me since long before. So Chrissy's love for her had been secret. As for the friends interest in me, I'd always thought of her as a sister. Chrissy and her were almost always together for as long as I can remember.
Chrissy and I discussed her asexuality for a while. Finally she decided that she'd leave it seeing as it was obviously that way for a reason.
